PamperedPrince

Disclaimer: The following chapter contains only a fictitious account of a CAPCon event. Any real life events that match the events in this story (i.e. character names, class names, or event names) are purely coincidental. Chapter 16 : My First CAPCon! (Part 2) Good morning, my JJ Little Besties! Rather than drag out the introduction, we’re going to pick up right where we left off from the last chapter. Are you awake, my JJ Little Besties? Good! Then let’s continue with Day 2 of CAPCon. I woke up to a horrible stench as I lay in my bed. Judging from the smell, it was either me or Trisha that totally messed our diaper. Since I felt the warm mass sticking against my back, I knew that I had to have messed my diaper in my sleep. Trisha woke up and began sniffing her nose. She let out a yawn and then looked at me. “Jill,” she asked me in a hushed tone. “Did you mess your diaper?” I smiled like a two-year-old. “I dunno! Did you mess yours?” Trisha glanced at her cellphone. “5:45 AM. Well, it’s time to get up anyway. Let’s find out!” Trisha got out of her bed as I got out of mine. She laid her changing mat on the bed and got out a Tykables Potty Monsters. She unzipped her pink vintage footed sleeper and removed the four tapes of her ABU Little Kings diaper. She opened the diaper and to my surprise, her diaper was also heavily soiled. I gasped. “That explained why it smelled so bad! We BOTH messed our diapers!” Trisha nodded. “All of those hypnosis files that I have been listening to. It’s working. I am now messing in my sleep…” We then saw Glytter begin to stir. To my surprise, I heard her wail like an infant. Daniel immediately woke up and began swaddling Glytter in his arms. He then stuck a pacifier in Glytter’s mouth, which stopped her wailing for a moment. “Alyssa honey…” he told her. “Don’t worry. Daddy’s here…” Glytter spit out the pacifier and continued crying. “No daddy!” she shouted. “My diapey!” I could only guess what kind of diaper Glytter was in when she woke up. Daniel laid Glytter on her infant changing mat and he unzipped her yellow footed blanket sleeper, revealing her Size 3 Huggies Overnites diaper. He removed both tapes and opened the diaper. And what I saw was…yup. Like Trisha and I, Glytter totally soiled her diaper. While Daniel was changing Glytter into a new Size 2 Pampers Swaddlers diaper, I worked on changing myself into a new diaper, since Trisha was all changed into a new one herself. I laid on her same changing mat and spent about five minutes cleaning myself. I then put on a Tykables Potty Monsters diaper, since I wanted to match my diaper twin. After that, I snapped my Little Monsters Footie back on. “I’m wearing this all day to the con!” I said with a smile. Trisha grinned. “Same here! Time for a lazy con Thursday and LEAP into action!” I then recognized her pun, since it was February 29th. I glanced back at Glytter, who was now a lot happier in a new diaper but still in her yellow footed blanket sleeper. Glytter then smiled at all of us. “Oh, that was the very best little space that I had in a long time! I really felt like a baby when I was crying in my messy diaper. Daddy held me and took care of the change….It was great…” I frowned. “But you’re already little. How can you not feel little?” Glytter grinned. “Jill, it’s quite possible for me to still not feel like a baby even though I have a small body and most people mistake me for an infant anyway. There are days where I just don’t feel little at all. I’ll explain this during the class today. It’s at 2:00. Don’t miss it! Are you all in new diapeys?” Both Trisha and I nodded. “Yes. And ours were also messy!” The three of us all laughed, with Glytter laughing the hardest. “That’s great!” Glytter shouted. “Three messy babies. Well, the buffet is serving breakfast at 7:00. Do you want to go down? Get everything that you need since we’re going to be out all day.” I nodded and quickly rinsed out my pink baby bottle before leaving the hotel. Trisha did the same. Daniel had another baby bottle filled with formula and began feeding the bottle to Glytter. “It’s time for her morning feeding. Believe it or not, Alyssa has a normal feeding schedule just like a five-month-old. It’s what she wanted to start doing since our wedding day…” I smiled. “It must be doing wonders for her little space…” Daniel nodded. “It is. I have to pay close attention to see whether I’m speaking to her baby self or her adult self. There we go, Ally cat. Drink all of it for daddy…There we go! Glytter finished her bottle but gave her daddy an uncomfortable look. Daniel then gave Glytter a few pats on her back to burp her. Glytter let out a few loud burps and let out a contented sigh. “I give my diaper an hour and it will be soaked again…” Glytter said with a smile. Now let’s go! I got my breakfast but they’re all hungry!” I glanced at Glytter’s yellow footed sleeper. “Are you going down in your pajamas too?” Glytter nodded as Daniel sat her in her stroller. “My daddy has four other outfits packed in my diaper bag! There’s one in particular that I want to wear for the class. He knows which one that is. He’ll dress me in it after my noon nap…” I nodded and glanced at Glytter as we all left the room. “What is it like to have such a small body like that?” Glytter grinned. “It can be exhausting, Jill. Imagine needing three naps a day just to stay energized. And with my new formula regimen, it’s all I’m going to have after the con. My daddy is going to treat me like a real baby 24/7. It’s going to be great…” Daniel wheeled Glytter In her stroller and both Trisha and I followed behind them. We took the elevator down to the lobby level and found a few groups of littles all talking to each other. With it being 6:34 AM, all we could do is kill time by talking to the other littles. Most of them recognized Glytter and held out their pacifier that they bought from her. I also used this time to talk to Trisha about different companies that I could invest my stocks in. These were the kinds of stocks that she, Bradley, and Gary were all investing in, and it was making them all pretty good money. She gave me the names of the companies, including some new ones that both she and Bradley would predict would be really big in the AI industry. I wrote down this company name and made it a point to invest in it when I got home. All of these stocks would help me offset all the crazy taxes that I have been paying over the course of at least 2-3 years. At 7:00 AM, we all got breakfast at the buffet. Trisha and I got French Toast Sticks with a disposable tub of syrup and some eggs, which we both doused with Tabasco sauce. We finished our selection with Cherrios, yogurt, and apple juice in juice boxes. Since there were two vacant highchairs right next to each other, both Trisha and I put our bibs on and got in the highchairs. A couple of CAPCon Staff fed us our breakfast. Trisha got a male staff member, and I got a female. I laughed as I watched Trisha make a mess of her breakfast. She got syrup on her mouth, and it dripped down onto her chin. Her bib was covered in syrup and eggs and she was making a show pounding her fists on the tray of the highchair like a hyperactive toddler. I was the good baby and finished my breakfast with just a few traces of syrup around my lips. Daniel fed Glytter only a tiny version of what we ate, since most of Glytter’s food now was baby formula. He shared his breakfast with Glytter, offering her to take tiny bites of his breakfast. With it approaching 8:00, Daniel wheeled Glytter in her stroller to the quiet nursery for her 8:00 AM nap time. Meanwhile, both Trisha and I decided to play with some littles on the playplace near the main stage. For safety, we all had to take turns going down the slide. I went down the slide, and suddenly felt warm as I reached the bottom. When I reached the bottom, I saw a guy slide down wearing just a baby blue t-shirt and a diaper. He laughed when he saw me. “Hi!” he said as he approached me. “I’m Little Nicky! What’s your name?” I smiled as I pointed to my CAPCon badge. “I’m Baby Jill,” I told him. “Have you been to a CAPCon before?” Little Nicky smiled. “No. This is my first one! Believe it or not, I am very new to the ABDL community. I’m surprised that CAPCon actually accepted my application. How about you? How did you get into ABDL, Baby Jill?” I grinned. “You can just call me Jill. I actually got into ABDL as it was recommended to me as a form of regression therapy. I don’t just wear diapers for the ABDL kink, but I am actually urinary incontinent and a little fecal incontinent. I engage in Age Play to help cope with that. And you, Little Nicky?” Little Nicky’s face reddened. “You can just call me Nicolas! Yeah. I actually wear diapers for fun. I am fully potty trained so I can poop in the toilet during this convention. I just found the whole community to be fascinating and I’m still learning a lot about it.” I grinned, as my face reddened a little too. I can’t believe that I am saying this but this guy actually looks hotter than Gary. Judging from his red face, does he actually like me? And…I just felt my diaper get warm again. “Yeah.” I told him. “I too am still learning a lot about the ABDL community…” “Right?” Nicholas told me. “There are different spectrums and even a caregiver side! I don’t know which one I like more. Being an ABDL or a caregiver. I’ve never been anyone’s daddy. Even if a baby girl were to ask me, I wouldn’t know how yet. I’m sure there are a lot of videos about it…” My face grew red. Oh, I so badly wanted a daddy right now! Considering how much I have seen Glytter get the special treatment, I would love a guy treating me like a baby all the time. “Yeah.” I told him. “I’m sure that you could learn all about it. There is a Caregiver 101 class led by Mommy Clarissa that I’m going to.” Nicholas smiled. “I know. I signed up for the same class! I want to learn everything about the ABDL community since I don’t really know where to put myself yet. I love the baby stuff, but I also like the idea of taking care of a little.” He stood up and smiled. “Well, I’m going to check out more of the convention. See you around, Jill!” Nicolas toddled off in his diaper (which looked like a Tykables Overnights diaper). Trisha ran back towards me and smiled. “I saw you talking to him, so I talked to a couple of friends and then watched you talk to him for the rest of the time. You mentioned the Caregiver class? Mommy Clarissa is AWESOME. She’s a really good mommy and she has her own YouTube channel. She’s even planning to open up her own ABDL daycare! That’s a good class, Jill. You’re going to learn a lot from her.” Trisha and I continued playing until 10:00 AM. After that, we decided to go and get our diaper changed. Surprisingly, the line wasn’t too long. We both got changed by a different guy this time. After the diaper change, we found Glytter in her stroller. She was getting out by her pacifier stand to see how the girls were running it. This time, there were two different girls running her pacifier stand. For the next half hour, we watched Glytter run the pacifier stand with the two girls (which we found out were Princess Reina and Kawaii Kerrie, both close to about Glytter’s age. Princess Reina was wearing a babyish pink onesie and Kawaii Kerrie was dressed in a super cute looking purple romper with cat ears. And since it started to get very busy at this point, Glytter stayed at her stand for the next hour and a half, helping both Reina and Kerrie with all of the pacifier sales that they were getting. A few minutes before noon, Glytter excused herself for her noon nap. She climbed into her white Graco stroller, and her husband Daniel took Glytter to the quiet nursery for her nap. During this time, both Trisha and I got lunch. The menu was slightly different, with more little things that I enjoyed, including tater tots. I even tried to mush them up while I was being fed in the highchair this time. After lunch, both Trisha and I played in the playplace again. There were a few men and women running around in just t-shirts and diapers. We waited our turns to get on the swings and we both swung as high as we could. After an hour of playing, Trisha and I got our diapers changed again. I once again couldn’t hold in my poop and ended up messing myself right before it was my turn. The man who changed me didn’t really mind, as it was a total accident. As we approached the classroom where Glytter would be holding her class, I saw Daniel standing next to the stroller outside of the classroom. He was holding Glytter and she was wearing a yellowish orange infant long ruffled sleeve pageant dress with a bowtie in the center. She was drinking another bottle of baby formula that Daniel was feeding to her. He held the bottle at a slant, as she was drinking down her bottle. The sight of this looked so cute as I’m sure that little space was quite easy for Glytter, considering that she is already so small. After her feeding, Daniel burped her a couple of times. She then glanced at Trisha and me and smiled. “Hi Trisha!” she said with a smile. “Hi Jill! Daddy was just giving me my afternoon feeding. Don’t want to be hungry during this class…” Trisha nodded. “How are you adjusting to just having formula now, Alyssa?” Glytter smiled. “I’m loving it a lot. It’s very easy for daddy to make some formula and then give it to me. All of the nutrients are in there, so I’m never hungry. It’s much better than the solid food. The regularly scheduled naps too are also helping with my energy…” I grinned. “I’m LOVING the cute little outfit! What size is it?” Glytter laughed. “It’s a 6M, or six months. If only they could make that outfit in your size! I want all littles to enjoy the kinds of outfits that I get to wear…” I grinned. “It would be fun to make little clothes eventually!” I glanced inside the smaller classroom, that looked like it had room for 80 people. “Why not the larger stage? As popular as you are, I’m sure that you would fill the large stage easily…” Glytter smiled. “Trisha and I tried a large stage last year. I didn’t like it since I was so far from the quiet nursery. This classroom is close, so that daddy can get me ready for my 4:00 nap after the extra questions I get after the class ends at 3:00…” Trisha nodded. “I was taking care of Alyssa the last few CAPCons. Her nap schedule was less frequent, and she got tired a lot. She was also still eating solid food. This is the first CAPCon where her daddy is taking care of her full time…” Glytter nodded. “That’s right. I wanted him to be my husband first before he started doing all of this. Because when you think about it, I’m still a woman. Just a very small woman that’s totally into ABDL. Now…” She climbed into the stroller and rested her head against the soft woolen blanket. Her eyes grew wide as she stared at Daniel. “Daddy, can you pwease take me into da cwass woom?” Daniel nodded. “Right away, my little Ally Cat!” Daniel wheeled his pint-sized (or in this case cup-sized) princess into the classroom. Both Trisha and I followed. As we were entering, a few littles (both male and female) who were already sitting down inside were holding out their pacifiers and giving Glytter a thumbs up. Glytter gave them a thumbs up back and smiled as Daniel took her to the center of the classroom like he was her own personal chauffeur, driving Mrs. Glytter. For the class, the CAPCon staff had a soft cushion placed in front of the podium, since she was far too small to stand behind it. There were also other props placed nearby on the floor. An ABDL sized changing mat, an ABDL diaper, an ABDL pacifier, changing supplies, and a few small toys. Both Trisha and I took front row seats that were right near the soft cushion that Glytter was now sitting on. I glanced at Glytter and gasped. “Are you ready to present?” At this, Glytter laughed. “Am I ready, Jill? You’re speaking to a dwarf that has superior autobiographical memory. I can recite every single word of my class from memory. I could even give you all of last year’s if you wanted to, but that wouldn’t be any fun. Yes, I’m ready! All rested and ready!” A young man with bib overalls with what looked like his mommy smiled when he saw Glytter. “We love you, Glytter!” he shouted. A few others shouted the same thing in the room. “We love you, Glytter!” Glytter nodded as she acknowledged the admiration from every one of her fans. “You like me!” she said. “You really like me! But in all seriousness, everyone, this class starts in 10 minutes!” A woman in purple hair smiled. “But wait!” she joked. “I have to go to the bathroom!” Glytter smirked. “You’re at an Age Play convention! Just go in your diaper! Aren’t you wearing one? I want a show of hands. How many of you are wearing a diaper?” Just about every single hand went up in the room with Glytter’s, except for a few caregivers. The purple haired woman even had her hand up. “Roxie!” Glytter shouted. “Met you on the first day of 2019 CAPCon at 3:41 PM. You are such a silly girl…” Another guy dressed in a dark blue footed sleeper stood up. “What about me?” “Jordan…” Glytter said. “CAPCon 2022. Two years ago. Met you playing in the playplace on day two at 1:53 PM. That’s the last one, everyone! I could spend a whole hour doing this. We start in 7 minutes.” About 7 minutes later, Glytter held out her hand to quiet all of the excited voices in the room. “Everyone!” Glytter shouted. “Are you ready to get little?” “Yeah!” the entire audience shouted. Glytter shook her head in disapproval. “Aw, come on! Last year’s crowd was a lot better than that! Let’s try that again. Everyone! Are you ready to get little?!” “YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The entire audience roared at the top of their lungs. Glytter smiled as she located the ribbon that was clipped to the collar of her cute dress. She tugged at the ribbon and picked up the pacifier that was attached to it. She stuck it in her mouth, and since the room was so quiet, we could hear the suckling sounds. She took it out and glanced at all of us. “Now, that sound that you just heard. That sound that you hear when you’re either enjoying your pacie or your milky, or formula for some of you younger babies. Doesn’t that sound just make you want to feel little?” Glytter could see all the nods and quiet “yes’s” throughout the audience. “Good, because boys and girls, that’s what we call little space. Hello everyone. I am Alyssa Glynnda Evans Stevens. Welcome to ‘Letting your inner Little come out and play’. Yes, I go by Alyssa by a lot of my close friends, but most of you know me as Glytter, as that name can be traced all the way back to my love for glitter in my childhood. That, and Glynnda and glitter are quite similar. Now, if you were to be in last year’s class, you would’ve known me as Alyssa Glynnda Evans, as Stevens is the latest addition to my name, as of February 17, 2024.” Glytter pointed to Daniel and smiled, as she showed off her tiny wedding ring on her finger. “You see that beautiful man over there? He’s now my husband! And because he is now, he’s also my daddy. And not just any daddy. The best daddy in the world!” Glytter stood up from her cushion and smiled. “Now,” she began. “Before I even get started, I would like to address a couple of things. First of all, my age. Before you all start asking, I will set the record straight. I am 23 years old and have my Pennsylvania state ID to prove it. Yes, an ID since I am way too small to drive. Want more proof? My daddy keeps my birth certificate in my diaper bag in case you still have any doubts. Also, I am 25 inches tall. Well, 25 and a quarter inch. Gotta include that quarter inch to make myself appear taller…” Everyone in the room laughed at that joke. Glytter then continued. “Yup. A girl like me needs to appear taller somehow! Maybe if I got some stilts. Naw…I’m just kidding. But yes. 25 and a quarter inch tall and 14 pounds, which was 15 and a half once and I felt like I was fat during my college days…I have the body and build of a five-month-old infant, okay? Deal with it. Also, before you think I should call Guinness, I already tried that. Another woman has me beat for the world’s shortest woman. For her privacy, I am not going to tell you who she is. But that makes me the SECOND shortest woman in the world. I don’t mind silver at all…That is the first thing that I wanted to address. For the second thing, we’re going to make this quick…” She gave the entire audience a very serious look. “At pretty much every convention that I have been to, I get at least one person who wishes that they could have a body like mine. Now, I know that we all love our little space, but do you really think that your life would be better if you had the body of an infant? Think about it. I can give you a few good reasons as to why you would want to reconsider. One. Driving. Do you think that you’re going to be able to drive anywhere if you have the body of a five-month-old? Think again. 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 21 years ago this June…” “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?” Over the next 35-40 minutes, Glytter outlined the inner little in more detail, and used different props on the floor to explain to us how to let that little in us play. 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. She then did a short activity with all of us using our pacifiers to get into our little space. She wanted us to focus on the sound and close our eyes. To let go of our adult thoughts and just let the little play for a little bit. When I did this, I almost lapsed into a baby trance again. The experience was great. I knew that the little in me was playing. I did hear a few excited coos in the audience while I had my eyes closed. After that activity, Glytter opened up the discussion for 10 minutes of Q&A. “I’ll take one from…you.” Glytter said. “The cute little baby boy with a baby blue shirt and a diaper. Must be your first time since I can’t provide a name.” “Thomas…” the young man said. “And it is my first time. Do you ever have days where you just can’t enter little space? It’s very hard for me to really let my little play…” Glytter nodded. “Thank you, Thomas. Now everyone. I can see your faces. What Thomas asked me was not a stupid question. There is no such thing as a stupid question! Yes Thomas. Believe it or not, I do have days where I don’t feel like I’m a baby at all. Everyone, I do have body dysphoria, but it’s not the same kind that you have. Mine is solely based on age, not size. And on days where I don’t feel like a baby, I’m experiencing that dysphoria. All my baby things are not making me feel baby. What do I do? I just do nothing. Sometimes, the little in you is too upset or shy to come out. Give the little its time, and it will want to come out. You’ll be able to tell. That urge usually gives it away. Next question. Roxie? Sorry. I’m looking for a new hand. Oh. That cute woman in the middle row with that cute lavender romper. Another first timer, I presume? Stand up. You look so cute.” “Brianna,” the woman shyly choked. “Or Brie. Now Glytter. I know that you are wearing diapers since we all raised our hands earlier. How long have you been wearing diapers and are you incontinent?” Glytter comfortably lounged on her cushion and smiled. “Good question, Brie! I get this question at least once every con. To answer your question, yes. I am incontinent. 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…Yes! I’ll take yours now Roxie…” Roxie grinned as she twirled her purple hair. “I’ve known you from all the CAPCons that we have attended. What is it, five now with this one? Anyway, I know that you wear baby diapers 24/7. How many times do you need to be changed per day?” Glytter grinned. “Not a bad question, Roxie! Now a lot of you bigger babies can manage about five or six changes per day. That’s five in the daytime and the sixth one at night, right? But for me, that number is about nine per day. Why? Because my body stopped developing at two, I still have the sensitive skin that an infant would have. So, my daddy changes me a lot. Usually before and after naps and after meals. Or feedings as I now like to call them. That works out to eight Pampers Swaddlers and one Pampers Swaddlers Overnight. But because my daddy didn’t get Pampers, I am wearing Huggies Overnights for this trip. I’m a Pampers girl for life….Last question…Ah! Mallory? Oh, and nice job running my pacie stand by the way…” Mallory nodded as she shook her Glytter pacifier for all to see. “Alyssa, having just been at your wedding, I am now aware of a new regimen that you are trying with baby formula. Could you please walk us through that?” Glytter nodded. “Great question, Mal! And great on you for reminding daddy that he has to prepare my next bottle. He doesn’t need to have that one ready until I wake up from my 4:00 nap. Yes everyone. I have made the bold decision to give up solid food entirely and only live off of baby formula. The formation of this has also led to a more structured sleeping schedule. 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 doing wonders for my little space, everyone!” Glytter then let out a yawn. “Well, my daddy needs to go and get my diapey 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!” Before anyone could ask Glytter any questions, Daniel came and picked her up. He sat her in her stroller and began wheeling her to the nearest family bathroom. I glanced at Trisha and smiled. “Glytter did a great job! I’m very proud of her!” Trisha nodded. “Alyssa is really good up there. She never forgets a line. Always made me jealous in speech class when we were in college…” Over the next hour and a half, Trisha and I played in the Little Girl’s room. Following Glytter’s advice, we let our inner littles come out and play. And play they did. I never had so much fun playing with just baby toys! Now, I want to turn my room into a nursery filled with baby toys. I will need to leave the computer side alone for my streaming, but I would love to have all these wonderful toys in my room. And maybe someday, I would like my own crib…After Glytter’s vivid description of her time with her crib at home and spending time in the crib here, I now badly wanted my own crib. Maybe someday…During 4:00, Glytter had her nap while Trisha and I played with all the baby toys with other little girls. The rings were fun. The stackable cups were fun. My little space allowed me to enjoy a new level of excitement in playing with them. It was like I was playing with them as a two-year-old again. The time flew by, as we laughed and giggled with rings, cups, and Lego Duplo’s. Making new creations and running carefree around the room. After that, both Trisha and I both felt our diapers getting really soggy and saggy. So we got in line for a diaper change. To my surprise, Daniel was next to us in the stroller. Glytter popped her face out of the stroller and smiled. “I woke up a little early from my nap and my daddy already fed me….” Glytter told me. “So, you both need your diaper changed too? Glad mine is only wet. The last one that daddy changed was kind of messy. That’s why he was in a hurry after that class.” We both nodded and began having conversations with other littles when they noticed that Glytter was in the diaper changing line. About 20 minutes later, we were in front of the line. A woman in street clothes was there this time, and we decided to let Glytter go first. The woman smiled. “Hello again Glytter! I always enjoy seeing you come back to CAPCon. Do you need your diaper changed?” “Would I be in this line if I didn’t?” Glytter smirked. The woman nodded, and closed the curtain so that Glytter could have her privacy with the woman. “Ah. The CAPCon staff made a special accommodation for you. Since we only have ABDL diapers for everyone else, we wanted to make sure that you are taken care of. Which do you want? Pampers? Huggies? Or Luvs?” Glytter laughed. “Luvs stink! Yes, they’re good on leaks but I don’t like them. And I don’t like Huggies either! You know me, Mommy Alaina. I’m a Pampers girl. A Pampers girl for life! They have even gotten me to do a few commercials. Hee hee…” “Pampers it is!” Alaina said with a smile. She got a Size 2 Pampers Swaddlers out of the sack and laid Glytter on the changing mat, which was oversized to Glytter since this changing mat was adult sized. After Alaina finished Glytter, it was my turn. Alaina laid me down and smiled. “You want a change, Baby Jill?” she asked me, reading my badge. “You look cute in that footed blanket sleeper…” I nodded and she unsnapped the sleeper enough to reveal my soaked Tykables Waddlers Diaper. I then frowned. “What are you going to do with those Luvs, Huggies, and Pampers after the con?” “A lot of us on staff have loved ones with babies.” Alaina said, as she undid my diaper. “Nieces, nephews, grandchildren. All of them are going to have the diapers after the con. Now, do you want a PeekABU diaper?” I nodded and Alaina had me put my legs up as she slid the diaper underneath me. The diaper was freshly powdered, and she wiped and powdered me. “I take it that you’ve done this a lot.” I told her. Alaina nodded. “Yes, Baby Jill. I’m a professional mommy and I’m good friends with Mommy Clarissa. Are you going to her caregiver’s class on Saturday?” I nodded. “What makes a good mommy?” “Authenticity, Jill.” Alaina told me. “Most mommy’s online are fake, and they try to prey on innocent ABDL’s for their money. Me and Clarissa don’t do that. We show everyone our business and run YouTube channels. We understand our littles and know how to take care of them. And because of that, our business is booming. A client of mine recently requested that I serve as his mommy 24/7. Now I can’t really do that, as I have many other clients. Now, Clarissa will talk about 24/7 caregivers as well and what is needed to make that work. All done! TinyTrish is next!” I nodded and let Alaina change Trisha’s diaper. We all then thanked Alaina for changing us and we all walked down the con space with Daniel and Glytter. We all ended up playing at the playplace on the lobby level. I saw Nicolas again, but he was busy playing with some other littles. When he saw me, his face turned red and so did mine. When Glytter was playing, all the littles wanted to join her and we all played for the next hour. We all ate dinner around 6:00 (except for Glytter who had her next feeding at 7:00). The dinner was served buffet style like yesterday, and Trisha and I enjoyed our food being fed to us again in our highchairs. And did I see him? I think I saw Nicolas eating in another one of the highchairs. But it was only for a split second since I was still being fed my food. After dinner, both Trisha and I checked out the Dark Ageplay room. Glytter didn’t really care for it, so Daniel took her back to the playplace. In the room, there were different areas set up. One was set up like a dungeon. There were different scenes that caregivers and littles could set up. Trisha and I watched a few and that was about it. I didn’t really care for the BDSM stuff. The punishment, the whips, the spankings. I just wanted to be a regular baby, as my regression was mostly non-sexual. After Trisha and I left the Dark Ageplay room, we decided to call it a night. We bought our milk from the hotel store and then both went up to room 2504 to turn in for the night. When we entered, we saw the bathroom door closed and heard the shower running. Daniel was already giving Glytter a shower and getting her ready for bed. When Glytter got her shower, Trisha and I got our own showers. Trisha went first and I went last. Unlike last night, there was no JFF video to make for Trisha this time. We just got into our nighttime diapers and different footed sleepers, since we wore our first ones all day. Mine were the Critter Caboose ones from Rearz. Surprisingly, Trisha had the same ones! We called it a night. Both mine and Trisha’s were Tykables Animooz diapers. We then poured our milks into our baby bottles (Trisha’s bottle was also pink but it had a different design). Both equipped with our milky baa baas, we crawled into our bed (which housekeeping kindly made) and sucked down our bottles. In the other bed, Glytter was already asleep, but Daniel was awake. He got out the last bottle of formula for the day and began dream feeding Glytter a little early. It was so cute to see Glytter just feeding on the bottle almost fully asleep. Oh, I hope that my daddy that I have some day can dream feed me a bottle… Trisha and I finished our milky baa baas and fell asleep. The next day was pretty routine for day three. We got up, changed into new diapers, and put on a new onesie for the day. Mine was a Gamer onesie from Little for Big and Trisha’s was a zoo animal one from Land of Genie. After that, we had breakfast, played with some littles at the playplace, had lunch, and then played some more. After we played some more, both Trisha and I decided to buy a pacifier from Glytter’s stand. To our surprise, Glytter was there with two other girls, with a sizable crowd behind them. After all the littles in front of us bought their pacies from Glytter, I approached the stand and smiled. “So you wanna buy a pacie?” Glytter said with a smile. “Jill, I have a very special one for you…” she had Daniel unzip her diaper bag and she got it out. She had me lean down while she whispered into my ear. “Jill, this pacie took me a while to make. It’s a white pacie and it uses silver, gold, and white glitters. See all the decorations on it? It looks like a diamond, doesn’t it? These are what I call my special requests, and they’re not even listed with my other pacifiers. I will only make this one by special request only. Because you’re my friend, I will offer it to you at half price!” I smiled. “What’s half price?” “$100,” Glytter told me. “That’s all you have to pay me…” I shook my head. “No. I have a very good job now. I am paying you full price. $200. Take it or leave it.” Glytter nodded. “If you insist, Jill! Enjoy the special request! It’s the one that I use all the time. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it too…” I paid Glytter $200 in cash and she handed me the pacifier. I stuffed it in my backpack purse and zipped it up. After that, Trisha had to get ready for her class, so I decided to play at a nearby Little Girl’s room to kill a little time. At 3:00, I was sitting in the classroom with Glytter and Daniel sitting on the end seats, in case Daniel needed to set Glytter in her stroller. Trisha began her session titled “Get Paid to Play! My JFF Story”. Having already heard a little bit about adult content and Just for Fans, it was just a review about that. But then Trisha began talking about her ABDL background, and how she learned that she could make money from adult content. So, she made a few videos of herself changing her diaper and she ended up making $1,000 the first day that was up. She then explained how she grew her business and began making more specialized content based on the subscription tiers. She also mentioned making videos of herself in her little space, playing with toys. Some had just herself, and others had her playing with other ABDL women. They all laughed as they played with their toys. After Trisha’s story, she gave some advice on how to get started and advised that this kind of content wasn’t for everyone and if they were not comfortable, YouTube and Instagram were wonderful alternatives. At the end, she answered a few questions during her Q&A. Overall, I really enjoyed Trisha’s class and I learned a few useful things to start my own JFF account. What I would do is have the full JFF content but would edit the appropriate things for Jillian in Diapers on YouTube. Following that, Trisha was tired from giving her class, so I joined her along with Glytter to rest a little bit at the Quiet Nursery. We followed behind Daniel as he pushed the stroller with Glytter inside into the room. Prior to Trisha’s class, Daniel already had Glytter dressed in a light green footed blanket sleeper. He lifted Glytter out of the stroller and placed her right in the crib. After that, he lifted up the railing and whispered to her. “Have a nice nap, Ally cat….” Daniel whispered. Trisha and I were fortunate enough to find two cribs that were next to each other. We both got in our own cribs while a male CAPCon staff member lifted the railing on my crib and a female CAPCon staff member lifted the railing on Trisha’s crib. They both told us to have a nice nap. Both Trisha and I sucked on our pacies and fell asleep in the cozy cribs. We both woke up a half hour later and all decided to get diaper changes since our diapers were wet. I discovered that I messed my diaper in my sleep once again. The guy who let me out of my crib wasn’t too upset but told me to get the diaper changed as soon as possible. Unlike last time, cuts were allowed to only me in line, while Trisha and Glytter both waited for diaper changes. I saw Glytter with a bottle of formula in her mouth as I walked down the line that everyone let me cut again. After getting my diaper changed, I waited for Trisha and Glytter. Once they got their diapers changed, we all decided to play at the playplace for an hour before dinner. Dinner was served again, only I wanted all of the messiest things that I could make the biggest mess with in my highchair. Mac and cheese. Spaghetti O’s. Moist chocolate cake. Chocolate pudding. I dug my hands into each of the foods that the CAPCon staff member was trying to feed me with. As a result, I got mac and cheese, Spaghetti O’s, chocolate cake, and chocolate pudding all over my face. It took two CAPCon staff members to wipe my face off with napkins, but they got about everything off. All in all, I enjoyed my little space in getting myself messy for dinner. Trisha too got messy in her highchair, but not as messy as I did. After dinner, I saw Nicholas…again. He was sitting by himself at the buffet, finishing his chocolate pudding. I sat down next to him as my face burned red. Nicolas then saw me and I saw the red on his face. He then gasped. “Jill?” I nodded. “What are you doing eating by yourself?” Nicolas smiled. “I was eating with some other littles, but they left.” I noticed the Baby Sleepytime onesie that Nicolas was wearing. “Nice onesie! I have the same one! I wore it day one to CAPCon under my vanilla clothes.” Nicolas nodded. “I…I was at Glytter’s class yesterday. I got there right as it started so I had to take a back seat.” I grinned. “Isn’t Glytter great? So, what did you learn from her class?” Nicolas smiled. “I learned about letting my inner little come out and play. I don’t know. I like little stuff, but I think I seem to enjoy the idea of taking care of littles more.” I nodded. “Mommy Clarissa is having the Caregiver 101 class tomorrow. Are you going?” Nicolas nodded. “Yes! I’m actually very excited about that one. I want to learn as much as possible about being a daddy. That’s going to be hard. What female little is going to want a daddy? Most of them are already taken. I’ve talked to a few, Jill. They already have daddy’s…” I nodded, as a feeling of anxiety came over me. Try as I might, I just couldn’t work up the nerve to ask Nicolas to be my daddy. And I don’t know if I really even like Nicolas. It might just be the kind of mushy love that teens get in high school. Besides, what would happen with Gary? We talked for the next hour, but it was mostly just surface level topics. Safe stuff that never got romantic. I think that we were both afraid to cross that boundary, as I could still see the redness on Nicolas’s face. After the talk, I went and got my milk from the hotel store. I then decided to call it a night. I took the elevator up to the 25th floor and entered room 2504 with my room key. Trisha was already in the room, dressed in her Critter Caboose footed sleeper from last night. She was drinking down her milky baa baa. I saw Daniel just exiting the bathroom carrying Glytter, who was wrapped in a towel. I got my shower and put on a ABU Little Kings (since Trisha told me that she was wearing one). I put on my matching Critter Caboose footed sleeper and filled my milky baa baa again. Glytter was in her yellow footed blanket sleeper. “Ni ni Jill…” she told me. In seconds, Glytter was fast asleep. Since Daniel was going to bed himself, he stuck the bottle filled with formula into Glytter’s mouth and her dream feeding began. While Glytter wasn’t fully awake, she was still sucking down the milk that her husband was feeding to her. I followed suit and sucked down my milky baa baa. I rinsed out the bottle and laid it upside down in the bathroom for tomorrow. I got into bed with Trisha. I couldn’t believe just how fast CAPCon was going. One more full day remained. There was Saturday, and then I would be going home on Sunday. I think that Glytter mentioned something about wanting to visit me on her way back, since Daniel had to help his family near Philadelphia. I will have to ask Glytter about the details tomorrow. For now, I was tired. I glanced over at Trisha, who was already sleeping. I followed suit as well. I fell asleep, looking forward to the last full day of CAPCon. 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. 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 day of CAPCon? Stay tuned, my JJ Little Besties. It’s going to be a good one… To be concluded…

Chapter 3: Diapers are BETTER My mommy glanced at me in horror when she saw me lying in zipped open footed sleeper on top of a fitted sheet with a large wet spot that covered the center of the bed. Before my mommy could pin any blame on me at all, she looked down at my underwear. She then looked flabbergasted. “But…” she gasped. “I thought that I put you in a diaper last night…” I said nothing and I tried to keep a straight face as I had nothing to do with this unfortunate accident. Mommy not only put my underwear back on me, but she zipped me into my footed sleeper so that I could pee all over myself in my sleep while they were having fun last night during New Year’s Eve. Mommy gasped and then gave me a hug. “Oh Macy…” she said, sighing. “I am so sorry. Mommy made a mistake last night. I forgot to put you in a diaper. What was mommy thinking? Let’s get you cleaned up and get some new bedding.” Mommy took me to the bathroom, and we took another shower. After the shower, mommy picked out my clothing and let me dress myself. This time, it was Ariel underwear with a blue dress. I easily dressed myself in the underwear and purple dress, knowing what I had in mind to do later… During breakfast, I told mommy that I was thirsty after I drank my orange juice. She gave me one more glass, knowing that I could use the potty like a big girl. But little did she know that I was no longer going to use the yucky potty anymore. After breakfast, we all watched TV. A lot of it was cartoons about a sponge that lived in a pineapple under the sea. About an hour or two into the cartoons, I suddenly had the urge to pee. So instead of getting up to go to the bathroom, I just sat there on the couch and peed without hesitation. A nice wet spot of pee began to form around where I was sitting. Rather than looking embarrassed, I gave it no attention at all. I just continued to watch the cartoons as if nothing happened. Jake, who was sitting on the far end of the couch looked at me and gasped. “Oh no…” he gasped as he got off the couch. “Macy!” He then screamed at the top of his lungs. “Mom!!! Macy just peed all over the couch!” Mommy was in the living room in seconds. “Macy!” she said, gasping. “What happened? You know that you need to get up to use the potty, dear. Here. Let’s get you cleaned up again.” Mommy gave me a quicker shower only she showered just me this time. She then picked out some more clothes and had me put them on. It was Belle underwear this time, with a yellow dress. After I put my dress on, my mommy gave me a tap on my shoulder. “Do you want me to remind you when you have to go potty? Let’s do that. Every half an hour, mommy will take you to the potty. Sound good, Macy Dacy?” I nodded. “Sounds good, mommy!” So that is just what happened. Every half hour, my mommy took me to the bathroom. She stood outside the door and let me do my business. But I didn’t have to pee. But to make her think that I did, I flushed the toilet. I turned on the faucet to make her think that I was washing my hands. I then turned the faucet off. I then exited the bathroom. “See?” My mommy said. “It was only one of those random accidents. You used the potty again like a big girl! Would you like an M&M?” I nodded, knowing that I really didn’t pee at all. Mommy got me an orange M&M and I ate it. One half hour later, I did have to pee a little bit, so I closed the door again and pretended to do my business. I flushed the toilet and turned on the faucet. I then returned to my room to play with my dollhouse. But as I was playing, I peed what little bit that I had to until every last drop came out. It wasn’t a lot, but enough to soak the carpeting a little bit. I paid no attention to the accident that I just had and continued playing with my dollhouse with slightly soaked Belle underwear. I was having so much fun that I didn’t even notice that another half hour had gone. But since I was wearing a dress, mommy couldn’t see my soaked underwear. I faked my bathroom routine again and continued playing with my dollhouse. After two more half-hour cycles, I had a really strong urge to pee. I sat down in the slightly soaked carpeting that was almost dry and released my bladder once again. All of the folds of my dress surrounding my underwear got soaked as a large patch of pee began to spread around the carpet. Like before, I just kept playing with my dollhouse. But at the next half hour cycle, my mommy noticed the accident this time, since it was substantially larger than the tiny puddle that I made earlier. She picked me up to notice the whole puddle and gasped. “Macy!” she shouted. “Couldn’t you have held it for just a few more minutes? Time to clean you up…again!” After getting yet another shower and another set of clothes picked out, I put on my Cinderella underwear with a white dress and played downstairs while my mother scrubbed the pee-soaked stain of my carpet clean with some carpeting solution. After two more hours (and four more half hour cycles where I faked all my bathroom routines), I really had to pee once again. Since my mommy had my carpeting all nice and clean, I scootched over to a dry spot and began releasing my bladder again. I was happily playing with the dolls in my dollhouse as a new puddle of pee began expanding around where I was sitting. None of the moisture bothered me. I knew that sooner or later, my mommy would put me back in diapers during the day. She would have to, as she already has now four pairs of soaked underwear and a couple of wet dresses, and my pajamas to wash. About a half hour later, my mommy came to get me to use the potty. Her jaw dropped when she saw the new accident that I made. “Macy! What am I going to do with you? Well, since you like peeing yourself so much, how about you stay in those wet clothes for the rest of the day? Just let mommy clean your room first!” Mommy took me into the shower and had me sit there until she finished cleaning my carpeting again, as she didn’t want to risk me peeing myself again and making another mess. Well, it’s a good thing that she did. Because after a half hour, I peed myself again, causing a fresh stream of pee to come flowing between my legs and down the drain. When mommy came to get me from the shower, she saw the yellow stream of pee which ran from where I was sitting to the drain. She let out a sigh. “Well, let’s try the potty in another half hour…” She led me into my room, only I saw that the carpeting was all covered in a thick plastic sheet. My mommy pointed to the plastic. “This is in case you pee yourself again. If you do, the pee will only get on the plastic. I went back to playing with my dollhouse, as I dealt with the thick plastic sheeting underneath my bottom. Two hours and four faked bathroom cycles later, it was time for dinner. To make things simple, my mommy just gave everyone left over snacks from yesterday. This made me excited as I got to have more pigs in a blanket. Just as I was about to eat the last of my pigs in a blanket, I felt a massive bowel movement. So, I instantly released it, and a loud fart could be heard around the dining room table. Randy, who was sitting adjacent to me, smiled. “Macy farted!” Jake, who sat adjacent to the other side of me, began sniffing the air. “Randy, I think that it was much more than just a fart…” Mommy, who was feeding Phoebe her dinner, shook her head in disbelief. “Macy, you didn’t just poop your underwear?” My mommy patted Phoebe’s diaper just to make sure. “Yeah. It looks like you did. I’m sorry dear, but it looks like you are going to have to sit in it until I’m finished feeding your baby sister…” While I was waiting for mommy, I released my bladder again, creating a huge wet spot on my booster seat cushion. Mommy saw my other mess and scowled as she finished feeding Phoebe and then got daddy to watch Phoebe while she took care of the mess that I made in my Cinderella underwear. She then took me upstairs to give me one more shower. But instead of me going back downstairs, she got me ready for bed. I already drank my milk after dinner, so she helped me brush my teeth. After that, she took me to my room and began to dress me. This time, my mommy remembered to put a diaper on me. She got out a Size 3 Pampers Swaddlers Overnights diaper and powdered it, folding it through my legs and securing both tapes around my waist at the landing zone. She zipped me up in my Minnie Mouse footed blanket sleeper (it was freshly washed since my mommy washed all the clothes that I peed today) and snapped the safety button flap over the top of the zipper at the collar. She tucked me in properly this time and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Good night, Macy.” She told me. “Sorry that you have to go to bed early, but you have to get this potty thing under control. Good night…” Mommy left the room and gently closed the door. I stirred in my bed, hearing the familiar quiet crinkling sound that I was so used to hearing at night. If only my mommy knew that this was only the first day of this…Since my preschool had another week off, I wouldn’t be going back until January 9th. Over the next week, my plan continued. Whenever I had the urge to pee, I did it then and there, wherever I was. If I had to poop, I just pooped, with no holding it in. I just let everything come out as soon as I felt the urge to pee or poop. I even ended up peeing on my mom once in the middle of the half hour potty training schedule. Laundry was piling up and my mommy had cleaning supplies everywhere as I could have an accident without warning. I still wore my diapers every night, but my mommy’s daytimes were a nightmare. My mommy then got into hysterics. She offered me five M&M’s if I could use the potty like a big girl. I refused every offer and just peed my underwear whenever I had to pee. She offered to buy me new toys, take me to the park, or even take me to the zoo. Every time, I chose peeing myself over anything that she would have to offer me. That Wednesday, it was in the late afternoon so both Jake and Randy were done with school for the day. I saw them playing Super Odyssey so I asked if I could play the game again. Out of frustration, Randy relented again and I grabbed the controller from him while I sat on the couch. I began pressing the button that made the little man jump, and make all kinds of funny noises. Just like last time, I couldn’t help but laugh at all of these funny noises. I began to giggle so hard that I dropped the controller. As I continued to giggle, a large puddle of pee began to form where I was sitting. The wet spot soaked into the cushion of the couch continued to moisten as I continued laughing. And I don’t know why, but when I saw myself peeing the couch, I just continued to laugh harder. Jake once again jumped off the couch and shook his head in disbelief. “Mom, Macy is peeing all over the couch again!” As mommy ran into the room, my giggling fit immediately stopped. She threw both of the wet cushions off of the couch and sent me upstairs to the shower immediately. As all of this continued, my mommy began to have me wear plastic coverings over my underwear. When my mommy wasn’t looking, I took off the plastic covering and hid it under my bed in my room. I kept doing this every time she put the plastic covering back over my underwear. But it didn’t stop the accidents as I always found a way to remove it again. At this point, nothing that my mommy was doing was stopping me from having every single one of my “accidents”. And by the weekend, I began to notice on occasion that I began to pee without voluntarily releasing my bladder. It was already in a relaxed state, so the pee was already coming out on its own. But this was only occasional as I was still able to consciously go from time to time. But after the weekend, it was back to preschool for me. Mommy panicked, as she didn’t want me to have any more accidents. She put a plastic cover over my underwear before I put my dark green dress on and took me to preschool. When mommy dropped me off, the first thing that I did was ask the teacher if I could go to the bathroom. She let me go and I took my plastic cover off. I then threw it in the trash. After coming out, I went and played with the nice dollhouse that they had there. Christie, Susie, and Cassie all joined me in playing with the dollhouse. While we were playing, Cassie gave me the news that she got potty trained over Christmas break. We all congratulated her on the good news. But as we began to play with the dollhouse, I had to pee, so I just went, right in front of all of my friends. “Macy!” Christie gasped. “You’re peeing on the floor! “You’re peeing!” Susie shouted. Cassie couldn’t believe it either. “You’re peeing? Mrs. Hailey! Macy is peeing all over the floor!” That did it. Mrs. Hailey had me sit in the office while I waited for mommy to drive me home. As a punishment when I got home, mommy wasn’t going to give me a shower. I had to sit in my pee-soaked clothes all the rest of the day until bedtime. For all the rest of the week, I was sent home from preschool because I peed myself. On Tuesday, I peed myself before I could even sit down to play with my friends. On Wednesday, I not only peed myself, but I pooped myself. Sitting in poop was not fun for the rest of that day. For Thursday, I just peed myself. On Friday, I peed and pooped myself again. Having been sent home at the end of the week, Mrs. Hailey didn’t want me to come back to preschool unless I was potty trained. For the weekend, nothing else changed, besides all the new laundry that my mommy had to wash due to my constant use of my underwear for peeing and pooping. At this point, I had random accidents where I couldn’t even remember when I peed. Since I was out of preschool for the time being, my mommy had an appointment scheduled with my pediatrician, followed by a child psychiatrist to give me an evaluation. My grandparents would be coming down to watch Phoebe while I went to both appointments with my mommy. That Monday, my mommy made sure that I kept my plastic covering on over my underwear while we went to the pediatrician. After getting there, my mommy explained her concerns to her. After an hour of discussion, Dr. Catherine Randall, the pediatrician, gave my mommy her decision. “Mrs. Robbins, due to Macy’s frequent accidents, it is my recommendation that you put her back in diapers.” My mommy looked at her in shock. “But doctor. That is taking a step in the opposite direction…” “It wouldn’t be forever, Mrs. Robbins. I recommend that you finish this school year and try to potty train her again this summer.” My mommy frowned. “But I can’t send her back to preschool! Her teacher wants her to be potty trained!” The pediatrician smiled. “I think that Macy has special needs. Your second appointment today will be with a child psychiatrist who will evaluate her. Get the diagnosis and written letter from her, and they’ll let Macy back in. The state of Ohio has recently passed legislation requiring all daycares and preschools to help children with special needs. And failure to comply with this will result in fines, or even worse, the preschool being shut down. Just make sure that the psychiatrist indicates that Macy has special needs, indicate what those needs are, and you should be all set. This legislation has just gone into effect this week, so they have to comply with all the requirements and regulations.” I sighed as I felt the discomfort from the pee soaking against the plastic cover. Just a little longer and it will be no more underwear… My mommy thanked Dr. Randall and we prepared for the next appointment which would be with Dr. Beatrice Lamone, the child psychiatrist that would be evaluating me. An hour later, we had the appointment with Dr. Lamone. She asked me a bunch of questions in a manner that I could understand, since I was not yet in kindergarten at this point. For the remainder of the time, she asked a bunch of questions to my mommy, regarding my behavior from the past and present. My mommy mentioned all the “accidents” that I had, and how I had to re- potty train after Phoebe was born. Dr. Lamone nodded and wrote everything down. After Dr. Lamone made all of her observations, she diagnosed me as being on the Autism spectrum, and how I had strong fascinations, with one of them being peeing and pooping myself. While she didn’t prescribe any medication, she recommended behavioral therapy, and that my mommy began practicing the different behavioral techniques on me that she would be printing out for my mommy to take home. After that visit, my mommy drove right to a Target and since she didn’t want me to wait in the car, she grabbed a cart and had me sit in the seat while she wheeled it into the store. Within the next 5 minutes, my mommy went right to the baby aisle. She placed two massive boxes of Size 3 Pampers Cruisers (84 count) in the cart, followed by a huge box of Size 3 Pampers Swaddlers Overnights (116 count). She then piled a large box of Pampers Aqua Pure with 672 baby wipes, two tubes of Aquaphor, and four 22-ounce containers of Johnson & Johnson Aloe and Vitamin E cornstarch baby powder. After making the purchases she placed me back in my car seat while she loaded all of my “special needs” into the back of the minivan. Mommy then drove me home and had me go upstairs. Once in my room, she had me lay on my bed. “Macy,” she told me. “You heard the pediatrician. Doctor’s orders. I am getting you out of that underwear and you’re going to be put back into diapers. She then tore open a new box of Pampers Cruisers diapers. Because I was soaked with pee from all the times that I peed my underwear into the plastic covering, she had me go into the bathroom first to remove the saturated plastic covering before removing my pee-soaked underwear. She then quickly rinsed off the pee in the shower and had me go back to my room. She opened the first pack of the new baby wipes and wiped me clean with a couple wipes. She then rubbed Aquaphor all over me before laying me on a powdered diaper, using one of the four new powders that she just bought (she’s been using my sister Phoebe’s powder for my nighttime diapers). She had me lift my legs up while she slid the diaper between my legs. She then folded the diaper up between my legs and fastened both tapes at the landing zone. Before I could celebrate, my mommy gave me a frown. “Just tell me, Macy. Why have you been avoiding the toilet? With all the times that you have peed and pooped yourself, I think that you have been intentionally avoiding it. Why Macy? Don’t you want to be a big girl?” I gave her a frown as I thought about the icky toilet. “Mommy, I don’t like toilets anymore. Toilets are YUCKY! Diapers are BETTER.” This just made mommy frown. “Yeah Macy. And you find that sitting in a pee and poop-soaked diaper is better than sitting on a toilet that’s filled with the same waste? Well, considering that you weren’t bothered with sitting in pee and poopy underwear for the past couple of weeks, fine. I’m getting tired of doing your laundry. Just wear the diapers. But don’t get used to them because you’re getting potty trained this summer.” I smiled as I felt my diaper getting warm with my very first wetting. Considering that I’m not sitting in a puddle, I can’t help but agree. Diapers ARE better.

Chapter 2: Pottys are YUCKY! I entered my bedroom and began playing with my dollhouse. The dollhouse was two stories, and it had a full family. A mommy, a daddy, a brother, a sister, and a little baby. I had the mommy and daddy make lunch for the family while baby was sitting in the highchair. The brother and sister was sitting in the living room, on a toy couch watching TV. All of a sudden, Randy came running into my room and he snatched the baby! He did the same thing during Christmas in Indiana, and I hated it. Just as Randy was about to run out of my room with the baby from my dollhouse, Jake was standing there, looking annoyed. “Give it back…” he ordered. “Don’t you have anything better to do than pick on Macy? Leave her alone!” Jake took the baby out of Randy’s hand and gave it back to me. Jake was my hero. He was my good older brother that was always nice to me and rescuing my dollhouse baby doll was the latest good deed to add to the list. He gave Randy a sly smile. “If you leave her alone, I’ll let you have dibs on my Nintendo Switch!” Randy gasped. “Can I play Super Mario Odyssey?” Jake nodded. “As much as you want. Just leave her alone.” Randy jumped for joy. “Yay!” He then turned to me and my dollhouse. “Sorry Macy. Didn’t mean to take your doll. Besides, dolls are for GIRLs anyway…” He marched out of the room with Jake, excited that he got to play his video game. I continued playing with my doll house for the next few hours, and then thought about today. Why was it so special? My mommy told me that it was New Year’s Eve this morning but why was it New Year’s Eve? All I knew about it was that the grown-ups liked to stay up late and play. But they always made a lot of noise. They were not worried about Phoebe, as she could sleep through anything. I was never bothered by it either. All I know is that the adults always freak out every time a new year begins. I never understood why they did that. Were they afraid of the old year dying? That created another question that I couldn’t answer. Should I be afraid of the years dying? Is there a way of making the years not die and feel better? My daddy is a surgeon so maybe he could figure out a way to make the years feel better. Then the adults wouldn’t have to scream when the years die. Just as I was having mommy and daddy prepare dinner in the dollhouse, I began to smell some food that was cooking from downstairs. My two older brothers were on the third floor, while both I and Phoebe were on the second floor with mommy and daddy. Even from here, I could smell the food. As I had my dollhouse mommy put a turkey into the toy oven, I felt a soft pat on my back. I looked up and it was mommy. “Macy?” My mommy said. “Me and daddy just made some yummy snacks. Pigs in a blanket and spinach dip! My face lit up when mommy mentioned pigs in a blanket. I LOVED pigs in a blanket and tried to eat as many of those piggies as possible. Spinach dip didn’t excite me too much. While I hated the yucky spinach, I would eat the spinach if it was in spinach dip. There was just something about the other ingredients that made it more yummy. I left my bedroom, holding my mommy’s hand. Since I was in a playful mood, I swung our arms around and around. My mommy cut out my fun after a few seconds of this. “Macy,” My mommy ordered. “Stop playing with mommy’s hands. Today isn’t the day to do this…” We walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, where various trays of different snacks were sitting on the kitchen island, protected by round marble trivets. I saw all the yummy pigs in the blanket and got very excited. I almost reached for one when my mommy yanked my arm back. “Sweetie,” my mommy said. “Let mommy make you a plate and you can eat them at the table, okay?” I nodded with an anxious sigh. I then waited for my mommy to prepare a plate of those pigs in the blanket that I was ready to devour. Mommy let me decide how many I wanted so I waited until there was nine on my paper plate. There was still plenty more on the tray, so it didn’t worry mommy that much. She then gave a generous squirt of ketchup on the plate and sat it in the nearby dining room, where a few guests were enjoying their snacks. Mommy guided me to my seat, which had a booster cushion on a chair so that I could reach the table. Mommy sat me on the cushion, and I began devouring those piggies. One little piggy, two little piggies, three little piggies…I kept going until I ate six of them. When I was holding up the seventh one, I was starting to feel full. My mommy, who was talking to the guests (just a couple of mommy and daddy’s close friends), noticed that I was done and took the plate away from me. She took the pig in the blanket that I was holding and sat it on the plate. “You didn’t even get to try the spinach dip…” my mommy sighed. “Maybe you’ll be able to try it later when you’re hungry again.” Daddy and the other adults were playing in another room, leaving both Jake and Randy in the living room, enjoying the Nintendo Switch. Randy was playing a game of Super Mario Odyssey and Jake was player 2. Phoebe was sitting in her playpen nearby, mashing different buttons on her music activity table. She giggled with delight as she heard all the different notes from the mini piano. I watched my little sister play for a while and occasionally snuck glances at the TV screen to see a little man with a red hat jump all over the place. That game looked a lot of fun, but since I have never played a video game before, I would have no idea what the buttons would do. I happily sauntered over to the couch where my two older brothers were playing and glanced at the controller that Randy was holding. “That looks fun!” I shouted. “Can I play?” Randy gave me a scowl. “Really Macy? You have never played a video game before.” But my good brother Jake jabbed Randy in the arm. “Just let Macy play for a little while. You can play again when she’s finished. How about you see what Phoebe is doing while she’s playing?” My meanie brother let out a deep sigh and sat his controller down. In frustration, he stomped his feet all the way over to where Phoebe was still in her playpen, enjoying her toys. Jake then changed some things on the menu to make it one player and handed me the black controller after he unpaused the game. “Here Macy. I will watch you play. Have fun!” I clutched the controller in my hand and moved the stick around. This made the little man in blue overalls walk around in different directions. After that, I pressed all the different buttons. One made him throw his red cap. Another button made him jump. He made a funny sound every time he jumped so I kept pressing the jump button over and over and over. It was so funny to hear the man make all these funny noises, so this made me giggle a whole lot. Randy turned his face from watching Phoebe and grinned at me. “Macy, you better not laugh too hard, or you’ll pee yourself.” At this, I gasped. I caught myself in mid-giggle as I felt a couple drops of pee touch my underwear. But I clenched in my bladder muscles and ran to the nearest bathroom, which was by the living room. I closed the door and climbed up the step stool and onto my Baby Minnie Mouse soft toilet seat that sat on top of the regular toilet seat. I pulled my pants down and unclenched my bladder muscles. All of the pee that would’ve come out from my laughter immediately emptied into the toilet. That was a close call. As mean as my older brother Randy was, he was right. Just a couple of weeks after my fourth birthday, my grandparents came to visit. In the living room, my grandpa sat on the floor and placed me in his lap. He then began tickling my belly. I began to giggle. Then, he began to tickle me in my most ticklish spot: my feet. As he tickled away at my feet, I began to giggle so hard that I peed myself. Since I was wearing a skirt, I ended up peeing all over grandpa’s lap. Despite how embarrassing it was, my grandpa took it like a good sport. I got up from the Baby Minnie Mouse soft toilet seat and glanced at all the yellow that was in the toilet. But then I noticed all the streaks of brown that were caked all around the inside of the toilet bowl. I stuck my tongue out in disgust. I just finished peeing in THAT? I used some toilet paper to wipe my area and cautiously dropped it into the icky toilet. I carefully grabbed the handle and flushed the toilet. “Pottys are YUCKY!” I shouted. Then a terrifying thought filled my mind. If pottys are yucky, then wouldn’t the one upstairs also be yucky? If pottys were this gross, then I never wanted to use another potty again. Just the thought of sitting on a disgusting potty seat now made me afraid. I glanced down to inspect my Anna and Elsa Frozen underwear. Because I nearly peed myself in the living room, I noticed a few wet spots on my underwear. Each wet spot was about the size of an M&M. Then another thought haunted me. If I can’t use the potty anymore, then I can’t have any more M&M’s… But then a sudden realization hit me that made me gasp. If I couldn’t use the potty anymore, then the only other place that I could go would be in my diaper. But my mommy only puts me in diapers at night! This meant that I would have to hold it in until it was time for bed. Mommy would then put the diaper on me, and I would be good to go. I got up on another stool and washed my hands. When I returned to the living room, I decided not to play any more of the video game as that little man’s funny noises would make me laugh again, and I could have another accident. Both Randy and Jake were playing when I got back. When Randy saw me approach the couch, he sighed. “Macy, do you want to play again?” he sighed. I shook my head. “No! I wanna watch!” I watched my two older brothers play their game and then glanced over at the playpen. Phoebe was gone. I’m guessing that my mommy must have gotten her ready for bed early. All of a sudden, mommy entered the room. “Macy!” my mommy smiled. “There you are! Are you a little hungry? Let’s get some spinach dip and something to drink before I get you ready for bed. Okay?” I nodded and walked with mommy into the kitchen. She prepared a small plate of spinach dip with just three crackers. I scooped the spinach dip into the crackers and ate all three. It was good, but not nearly as good as the pigs in the blanket I had earlier. While I was sitting in my booster cushion, mommy sat down a princess Belle cup full of milk. I drank the whole cup in a few gulps and let out a contented sigh. “Ah…” I sighed in a quiet whisper. My mommy then led me upstairs to get me ready for bed. Mommy guided my hands up and down as she helped me brush my teeth. After that, she undressed me and herself and we took a shower. As we showered, she bathed me, named all the parts that I needed to wash so that I could shower myself someday. Her goal was for me to bathe myself by my fifth birthday. After the shower, she dried me off and we went to my bedroom. I glanced at the open sack of Size 3 Pampers Swaddlers Overnights diapers, hoping that my mommy would notice the open sack and put me in a new diaper. Instead, my mommy had a glazed look on her face. She ran into the bathroom and got the Anna and Elsa frozen underwear that I wore that day. Fortunately, all the spots of pee were dry, so she didn’t notice them. But she began to guide my feet through the underwear, and she pulled them up to my waist. This was something that I could’ve done myself, but my mommy was doing it for me. She then got out my polyester Minnie Mouse footed blanket sleeper. It was hot pink with red, white, and baby pink polka dots. Minnie Mouse was hanging out on the right side just below the right armpit. My mommy zipped me up in the sleeper and then snapped the oblong baby pink safety flap at the top near the collar to keep the zipper down and in place. She then placed me in my bed and sloppily tucked me in. She then gave me a quick kiss good night and staggered forward before making slow paces out of my bedroom. She slowly but firmly closed the door. I glanced down at my abdomen and gasped. My mommy didn’t do it. She didn’t put me in my diaper like she was supposed to. Why did she forget? Mommy always remembered to put a diaper on me every night. Since I was born, I have never once at night gone to bed without wearing a diaper. What am I going to do? While I knew how to dress myself. I have never tried to put a diaper on myself before. And while I could easily unzip my footed sleeper, I would have great difficulty in trying to get it back on. While the zipper would be easy, I could never get the unzipped sleeper on properly. But then I felt extremely tired. My eyelids squinted and I fell asleep. “10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” The grown-up’s New Year’s countdown to zero like last year once again woke me up. But all of a sudden, I felt sopping wet. I sat up, pulled back the bed sheets, and gasped. Where I was laying, a large wet spot was in the center of the bed. Then I felt my abdomen and gasped. My mommy forgot to put a diaper on me and as a result, I wet the bed. Now I have wet my bed before when my diaper leaked, but that doesn’t happen very often. I sat back down in my pee-soaked bed and suddenly remembered the yucky potties that sent chills up my spine. With such a horrible accident like this, I didn’t want to wear my underwear anymore. This gave me an idea. If I kept peeing and pooping in my underwear, perhaps mommy would put me back in diapers again. This happened before during my potty training, so I think that I’ll try it again. I unsnapped the safety flap that guarded the zipper at the collar and then unzipped my footed sleeper. I glanced down at my Anna and Elsa Frozen underwear that I could see because of the faint glow that came from the night light. Both Anna and Elsa were soaked because I “let it go, let it go”. I took a good look at my big girl underwear because I knew that it was only a matter of time before I was done wearing them. No more pottys. They’re gross. They’re icky. They’re yucky. They’re scary. Pottys are yucky, but diapers are better. I wanted my diapers again, but this time, I wanted them for good.

Disclaimer: The following chapter contains only a fictitious account of a CAPCon event. Any real life events that match the events in this story (i.e. character names, class names, or event names) are purely coincidental. Chapter 15 : My First CAPCon! (Part 1) So what now? Are we there? Are we at CAPCon? I can hear you all squealing, my JJ Cozy Crinkle Diapered Fam. Those words. “Are we there yet? Are we there yet?” Not yet, my JJ Little Besties. We’re getting close, but we are not quite at CAPCon yet. Why? Why wait any longer to visit the wonderful ABDL paradise where Littles can come and go as they please? Here’s why, my lovely littles. This is my story, and we will get there when I address everything else that’s worth mentioning first. Are we good? Okay. Now pop in that pacie (or bottle full of milkys if you have filled one up) and listen to Mommy Jill share with you her story about her very first CAPCon. To keep you from wondering about what happened on the eve of Valentine’s Day, nothing much happened. Gary dropped me off at Metro City Apartments and took me to 2202. To my surprise, I actually managed to beat Jen home. It looked like Joey was giving her a very romantic Valentine’s Day, as they were not yet home from their date yet. Feeling tired, I didn’t want to wait for my sister to come home, so I went right to bed. I changed out of my red dress and into my white Little for Big onesie with blue clouds, yellow crescent moons, yellow stars, yellow and blue Z’s, and blue sleeves with white polka dots and yellow marking the outer seam of the whole onesie, including the opening in the crotch with the three plastic buttons. And this was the only onesie that I owned that had additional plastic buttons running from the collar of the onesie all the way down to the crotch. I only ever put on my onesie once with all the buttons, but I found it much easier to stick my head and neck through the crotch area and to put the onesie on like a shirt, and then snap the three crotch buttons after I was in a fresh diaper. I liked how all of the crotches of the onesies also serve as a diaper cover. I now had on a cutesy star and moon onesie, so I was ready to sleep. I just needed my baa baa full of milky. I filled my pink Simba bottle with milk and clipped my pacie clip on the collar of my onesie. No sooner did I finish my bottle and sat it down than I began to fall down a black hole directly into little space. I could no longer speak a single word that night. I began to loudly coo as I stuck the pacifier in my mouth. I flailed my legs wildly and made several futile attempts to form words. All I could manage was nonsensical baby babble. While this was going on, I was completely unaware that my bladder was emptying. The dinner that I ate that night was also catching up, so I loudly broke wind and released a large load of poop into my diaper. But none of this even mattered to me at this point. That night, my adulthood was gone. I was a baby again. A baby that helplessly messed her diaper with no one to change her. At this, I began to loudly wail. But with no one to come and change me, I ended up crying myself to sleep. I woke up in the morning to catch a sudden whiff that served as a reminder of the massive mess that I made in my diaper the night before. It happened again. I fell into my baby trance and there was no way for me to escape it. The house was silent, as I could only guess that Jen had already gone off to work and never once woke me up. Perhaps she could smell the mess from the door and didn’t want to interrupt my rest. The first thing that I did was get on my changing mat and take care of my messy diaper. That day, I managed to finally finish Super Mario Odyssey. On the stream, I got all the coins needed to buy the rest of the 999 Power Moons that I needed to 100% complete the game. Every last collectable moon was obtained, but not without a lot of frustration. To review, there were some outright horrible moons that I had to get. A few of them took me hours. Breakdown Road: Final Challenge. Vanishing Road Rush and Vanishing Road Challenge. Long Journey’s End. Secret 2D Treasure. Beach Volleyball: Hero of the Beach. Iceburn Circuit: Class S. Every one of these stupid fucking levels can just die! I’ve lost so many coins and so much of my patience trying to get every last moon in this game. Now you’re probably wondering why the Jump Rope Genius one isn’t on the list. It’s because I could never get more than 30 fucking jumps in a row! I had to resort to a cheap trick involving getting one of the MARIO letters out of bounds in Metro Kingdom and then positioning the letter right next to the jump rope before jumping on top of the letter and watching all of the “jumps” registering while Mario just took a nap on top of the letter M. Although I only needed 100, I let the counter go all the way up to 1,000 before ending the jumps and collecting the power moon. Fuck this power moon. Seriously. I don’t ever want to do this again. When I got my reward for 999 Moons in the Mushroom Kingdom, it was over. I was officially done playing Super Mario Odyssey, along with every other 3D Mario Game ever made. Including the Champion’s Road in Super Mario 3D World, the final Crazy Captain Toad Level, and the Mystery House Marathon, where they had the freaking audacity to cram 30 STARS into one level! 30. Stars. In. A. Row. I am SO over it! When I finished that game, my audience, which now finally had more than 10,000 people currently watching (10,183 to be exact), recommended that I play all of the Paper Mario Games before Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door comes out on May 23rd. So, I used the rest of my stream to start a game of Paper Mario on the Nintendo Switch Online virtual console. So, over the remainder of that week, and all of next week, I managed to play through all of Paper Mario. Compared to Super Mario RPG, it was still a pretty fun game, and I really enjoyed it. I can see the influences of Super Mario RPG in this game, and I enjoyed playing through it. I loved the sense of humor and all of the characters that I got to play as. Yes, Chuck Quizmo’s quizzes were kind of cheap sometimes, but there’s nothing that a good save state could not fix, right? For this game, save states made me happy. That brings us to the week of CAPCon. To ensure that I had everything ready for Wednesday, I took the entire week off from my stream. I told them that I was taking some time off for mental health. For Gary, I just told him that I was visiting a streamer. I wasn’t lying to Gary, as I was actually visiting Glytter. I just didn’t tell him that I was visiting Glytter at an Age Play convention. A Chicago Age Play Convention (hence the name). So during Monday and Tuesday, I made sure that I packed all of my best diapers for the convention. My usual Animooz? Check. My ABU Little Kings? Check. I even included a few pink Trest diapers for good measure. And considering that the convention ran from February 28th to March 3rd, I made sure to pack at least 30 diapers for the convention. Now that was only the diapers. I still needed to pack at least five onesies (one for each day). At least two footed sleepers for the hotel room (I might even wear my sleeper on the con space one day. Hee hee!). A handful of pacifiers with a few attached to clips, my pink Simba glass feeding bottle, since the hotel store should have milkys). My swimsuit in case there’s time to go swimming. And, of course, all of my changing supplies for my checked bag including the portable stuff that I can bring that meets all TSA guidelines. And you’re probably wondering about all of the diapers that I have stashed in my closet. What if Jen raids my closet while I’m gone? Worry not, my JJ Little Besties. During Monday and Tuesday, I have taken the liberty of transferring every last one of my diapers into the trunk of my Mercedes-Benz (Sorry sis!). Considering that I didn’t order any more diapers, there were just enough to fit in the trunk. My luggage would just go in the back seat of my Mercedes-Benz. I also double checked my underwear drawer (What are THESE still doing in there? I don’t wear underwear anymore! Lol) and any other drawer that I would put diapers in. There wasn’t a single one to be found, except for the ones that I planned to wear until my trip to CAPCon. All the rest would be packed. And I would also be wearing a vanilla outfit to the airport (A cute baby pink ankle length skirt with a cute white top.). That Tuesday night before I went to bed, Glytter gave me a call to discuss the plans for CAPCon. As I saw Glytter on the caller ID, I quickly sat my pink Simba bottle full of milk on my bed and crawled underneath the covers. The phone continued to vibrate. BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! I swiped the green answer button. “Hello Glytter!” I shouted. But since I was in my little space, it sounded like “Hewwo Gwitter!” “Oh hi, Jill! Are you feeling little tonight? It’s okay. It happens to me a lot. More often than you think. So, are you ready for CAPCon tomorrow?” I laughed as I removed the Glytter pacifier from my mouth as I successfully snapped out of my little space. I mean, I enjoyed it very much, but I wanted Glytter to understand me instead of my slurred toddler speech. “I’m ready, Glytter!” My tone then turned into that of a little girl. “I am sooooooooo excited! Yay!!!!” “Hooray! Jill, have you seen any episodes of Bluey? It’s the best show to get you into that little space! It’s totally wackadoo! I have all of my things packed. Well, not I. My daddy did all of the packing…” I nodded as I anxiously glanced at my bottle. “That reminds me, Glytter. How was the wedding? Oh, and congratulations on your marriage!” “It was great, Jill! We had a normal wedding and there was a secret ABDL ceremony with my friends. My daddy gave me a wedding pacie! It’s white with some gold glitter and a gold-colored teat! So Jill, are you all packed? Do you have enough diapers?” I nodded. “Yes. I have 30 diapers packed with all of my changing supplies. In my other bag, I have four onesies and two footed sleepers.” I then heard laughter on the other end. “Jill, I don’t think that you need that many diapers. There are free diapers at CAPCon! Plus a couple of changing rooms if you want someone to change you…” I felt the thrill and excitement go up my spine when she mentioned “change”. “Wow! Changing rooms? I would love to be changed there!” “It’s fun, Jill. The line is a little long, but it’s totally worth it. Now, when does your flight arrive in Chicago tomorrow? I am taking off from Pittsburgh International Airport (PIT) to Chicago O’Hare International Airport (ORD) tomorrow morning at 8:21 AM. My plane lands in Chicago at 9:01 AM Central Time. When are you arriving, Jill?” I glanced at my boarding pass that I printed off today. “Glytter,” I told her. “You’re going to be there pretty early. My plane leaves Philadelphia (PHL) tomorrow at 10:03 AM and arrives at Chicago O’Hare (ORD) at 10:43 AM Central Time. “How would I get to the [redacted] hotel from there?” “Jill, it takes almost an hour to get to the [redacted] hotel from the airport. The traffic is so busy in Chicago that it takes an hour just to travel about 20 miles. Just give them the hotel name but DON’T mention anything about CAPCon! The rules are pretty strict about discussing the event outside of the convention space. This is done to protect the wellbeing of everyone there. Once we’re in our hotel rooms, however, we are officially out of the con space and can do as we please there. Now, I’m going to check in with daddy and we’ll get you and Trish a room key. You’re going to love this place, Jill. They use the same hotel every year.” I smiled. “Have they tried other hotels?” “Jill, this is an AGE PLAY convention! Most hotels are not open to the idea of a bunch of adults dressed up like babies for the entire weekend. There are also some babyfurs in the con space as well. If you can find a hotel that can say yes to all of that, then good luck! Oh…Yes daddy? You got me my milky? Good…Just a moment, Jill. I’m going to drink a little bit of my milky. I wanna do it while it’s nice and warm…” I nodded as I grabbed my cold pink Simba bottle. “Go ahead, Glytter. I’m going to drink my milky too…” Over the next couple of minutes, there was nothing but silence as both Glytter and I drank our milkys at around the same time. Then I heard Glytter again just as I was finishing my milky baa baa. “Jill? Are you still there?” I sat my empty bottle down and smiled. “Yes. I just had to finish my milky baa baa…” “Same here, Jill. Isn’t it so good? It’s best when it’s warm. My daddy let me do it all by myself tonight. Sometimes, my daddy has to feed me my milky…” I sighed. “I wish I had a daddy…Well, I do but an ABDL daddy to take care of me…” “I know what you mean, Jill. You do have a boyfriend, but he doesn’t know about your ABDL activities. He’s GaretheBear, right?” “Right. I’m afraid that he’ll dump me if he knows about this side of me. I told him that I’m spending the long weekend visiting a friend from the streaming community. I didn’t tell him where though…” “I know it can be difficult having a vanilla relationship. It didn’t work out with a person like me. I mean, how many guys would want to date a dwarf? I’m very glad that Daniel loves me for who I am on the inside. He had absolutely no issues whatsoever when I shared my ABDL side with him. That’s how I knew that he was the one for me. I clearly told him that he could not be my daddy until we got married. Now that we’re married, daddy can change my diapers and do all kinds of things that I would rather keep private. Maybe Gary might be open to those things, Jill? You never know…*yawn* Well, before I fall asleep on you, I just wanted to outline some fun things that you can do there. I would try out the dark room! You do need to take a class there before entering it though. I will also be a presenter there, so be sure to attend my class! It will be on February 29th at 2:00 PM (Central Time). It’s called “Letting Your Inner Little Come out and Play”. It’s in the 2024 CAPCon Schedule that they emailed you. You can also find it on the website. Just be sure to enter your password for access! I will also be managing my pacie table at the event, with a few other little friends that are helping me run my business.” “So you sell pacies at CAPCon, Glytter?” “Jill! It’s where I make about 40% of my income for the year! Last year, I sold around 1,000 pacies. Considering the success from last year, I think I’ll limit two per attendee for this year….*yawn* Well, it’s time for us babies to go sleepy byes so we can be rested for CAPCon. Nini Jill-wy!” “Nini Gwitter!” I said in my toddler slur. I hung up and placed my cellphone in the charger. I got back into my bed and did a soft pat on my diaper. From the pat, I felt my diaper squish a few times. It appeared that I flooded my diaper sometime during my conversation with Glytter. I just couldn’t remember when it was. I contentedly sucked on my Glytter pacie and fell asleep. I woke up at 6:00 AM to find my sister Jen up and about. I changed into a new diaper (a pink Trest since I found those to be the best for traveling) and put on my favorite onesie. The one with stars and crescent moons by Little for Big. I snapped up the crotch buttons and put a baby pink ankle length skirt over top of it, completely hiding my ABDL attire. I did my hair up in twin pigtails that flowed onto both of my shoulders. I looked like a little girl, but to everyone else, I was just an adult that liked to dress cute. As I ate my quick breakfast, I checked TikTok out of curiosity. Diaper Girl now had 963 million views and 71 million likes. Jen looked at me and smiled as she was preparing breakfast for herself. A bowl of Special K red berries which was identical to the bowl that I had. “Going to CAPCon this morning, Jill?” I nodded with a mouthful of cereal, clearly indicating a smile. I quickly chewed and swallowed the cereal pieces that were drenched in milk. “Yes. I’m so excited!” Jen nodded. “It’s for your little space, right?” “Uh huh!” I said, my face looking giddy like a two-year-old. “Well, have fun!” Jen told me. “I have a busy workday ahead of me! Enjoy your con, Jill…” “I will!” I finished my cereal and finished getting ready for CAPCon. I had all of my things, so I grabbed all of my luggage, managing to get everything in one trip. I had two checked bags and my “diaper bag” as my carryon. I piled everything into my white 2024 AMG S 63 E Performance S-Class Mercedes-Benz with the full package. All of my luggage comfortably fit in the rear cabin, with some additional space to spare in the rear passenger side. About 20 minutes after I left the parking deck, I was at the airport. I parked my car in the car park and lugged my baggage into the airport. I checked in my two bags and paid for them with my PFCU credit card (Having plenty of cash rocks!). That reminded me. For all three of my credit cards (PFCU, Capital One, and Chase), I gave PFCU a travel notification, informing them that I would be visiting Illinois from the 28th of February to the 3rd of March so that none of my cards would be declined while purchasing anything in Chicago over the weekend. I went through security in Terminal A, and then found the gate that had my 10:03 AM flight: Gate A6. I got in line and ordered a Sausage breakfast sandwich and a large mocha espresso from Dunkin’. This would make me less hungry during my flight. I returned to the seats near Gate A6 and began eating my breakfast to hold me over until Chicago. As I was in the middle of eating my breakfast, a woman that looked about a few inches shorter than me sat down in a seat beside me, holding what looked like a breakfast sandwich and a large coffee. And…I heard it. It was the sound of a soft crinkle as she sat down. When I looked at the woman, I gasped. I could not believe my eyes. It was…no. It couldn’t be. “Trisha?” I said out loud in a complete state of shock. Trisha gave me a nervous smile and nodded. “Hi Jill,” she said, her voice trailing off in a shy stammer. I gave Trisha another look. She was dressed in a cute lavender ankle length skirt with her hair done up in braided pigtails. This was the same Trisha that I saw with Bradley during the Mario Kart 8 Saturdays that I had with her. Still beyond belief, I gasped. “What are you doing here?” Trisha gave me a bashful smile. “I’m…going to CAPCon. Jill, I’m…TinyTrish. One of your mods?” This totally blew my mind. For the number of months that I have been on Twitch, Trisha somehow managed to keep her identity a secret under the name TinyTrish. Considering that I already knew another Trisha in Twinsburg, I just assumed that TinyTrish was just a third Trisha that I met on Twich. I never knew that both the Trisha I knew from Mario Kart and TinyTrish were one and the same. “Trisha!” I shouted. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were TinyTrish?” Trisha’s face grew red with embarrassment. “Well, what do you think, Jill? Do you think that I want everyone to know that I am a little? It’s hard enough to keep it a secret from Bradley. He thinks that I’m going to a financial conference! Not an ABDL convention!” “Then…” I said with a gasp. “You are wearing a diaper…” “Yes,” Trisha told me, as she gave her butt a few soft pats for me to hear the sound of the plastic backing. “A pink Trest if you’re curious. I’ve been wearing diapers 24/7 for the past five years.” I glanced around to make sure that our conversation was not heard by others nearby. Fortunately, I didn’t see anyone that would be taken aback by our private discussion. “I saw you the last couple Mario Kart nights. If you wear, why don’t you change when you need to? I kind of suspected that you were wearing…” Trisha sighed. “They all know. But the only thing that Bradley and our friends know is that I have bladder issues. It’s something that I kind of grew up with, Jill. While most kids outgrew wetting the bed, I never did. I wet the bed through middle school, high school, and even into college. I have worn about every kind of nighttime pull up that you can think of, before finally switching to diapers full time five years ago. I see that you wear all the time too. Is there a story behind that?” I nodded. “There is, but I would rather share it in the privacy of our hotel. I’m supposed to meet Glytter…” I gasped. “Glytter…She mentioned helping your Twitch channel. How do you know Glytter?” Trisha grinned. “Jill, me and Alyssa go way back. We attended the same college and were roommates. When I got into Twitch, she decided to serve as one of my mods. We both loved video games, but she would rather help me behind the scenes…” I gasped. “So, you have known her since college? Even though she’s a dwarf?” Trisha nodded. “Yes. And I even went to her wedding last weekend. Jill, Alyssa is very self-conscious when it comes to her height. Now she’s gotten a lot better and more accepting of it but it’s best that I don’t reveal to you how tall she is. This is why she hasn’t given you any picture of herself. You will see why when you meet her at the hotel and at CAPCon this weekend.” I nodded, as I made it a point to remember that for when I had my initial meeting with Glytter for the first time. “I won’t make a big deal about it,” I told Trisha. “….Oh….” “What?” Trisha said, giving me an awkward stare while smiling. “My diaper is a little warm…” I told her in hushed tones. “I think that I peed my diaper…” Trisha gave me a giddy smile. “My diapey is also warm…” she said to me quietly. “Don’t you just love incontinence? I’m kind of used to it now…” She saw the half full container of my 24-ounce mocha espresso and laughed. “That’ll do it!” She then picked up her coffee, which had the same Dunkin’ branding as mine. The only difference was that her coffee was about three quarters full. “Oh, you’re gonna LOVE CAPCon, Jill! For me and Alyssa, it will be our fifth CAPCon! We’re both going to speak there. My class is at 3:00 on March 1st. Please try to come to it! I’m going to talk about how to use ABDL to get paid…” I gasped. “How would you do that?” Trisha then whispered into my ear. “Jill, it’s called adult content. I’ll tell you about it at the hotel room…” As much as I wanted to wait, the curiosity got the best of me. “Can you at least tell me what you use for that?” I asked her. “Twitch and YouTube would not allow any of that…” Trisha gave me a naughty smile. “It’s called Just For Fans, or JFF for short. We’ll talk about it at the hotel, okay?” Within the next hour, it was now time for us to board the plane. As I glanced at my boarding pass, I glanced at Trisha. “I’m in 18D. Where are you sitting?” “18F,” Trisha said with a smile. “Alyssa ordered our tickets so we could sit next to each other. I didn’t want to tell you until today, since I felt funny about you knowing my secret of me being a little…See you at your seat, little twin!” I shot Trisha a double take. “Wait.” I said as we inched our way through the Passenger Boarding Bridge. “How old are you?” “23,” she told me. “Same age as Alyssa. Just a little older than you.” Minutes later, we found our seats and sat our backpack purses that secretly held our diapers on the floor by our feet. We buckled our seatbelts, and a smile came across my face. “Are you using the bathroom during this flight?” I said in a joking tone. “Nope!” Trisha said in a silly tone. “Already wearing one!” At this, we both laughed pretty hard, which had to be hard enough for both of us to pee our diapers just a little bit. When the plane was in the air, Trisha secretly showed me a pacifier that she brought with her. To my surprise, it was one that she actually made herself. It was pink and green, and it had cubed beads that spelled the words “BABY TRISH”. Some other decorations like glitter were on it, along with a few animal stickers. During the flight, both Trisha and I just filled our diapers whenever we needed to pee. I caught Trisha in her “pee trance” a few times during the flight. Just as the plane touched down and was taxiing down the runway, I heard a loud fart come from Trisha. I glanced over at Trisha, who was making the kind of face that a two-year-old would make after messing their diaper. “Oopsies!” Trisha said in her cutesy toddler voice. “Well, it’s a good thing we landed. Let’s get off this plane and into some fresh diapeys!” I nodded, as we both stood up with our “diaper bags” and waited to exit the plane. We both exited through Gate G7 and found a family restroom at the Terminal 3 Rotunda. After waiting for one family to go before us, we entered after them. Trisha then gave me a grin. “Jill,” she said as she pointed at her stinky diaper. “Do you want to change me? I need another JFF video. This one would be amazing!” I grimaced at the sight of her heavily soiled diaper. “Can we do this at the hotel? It can be the next change…” Trisha sighed. “Fine. But you have to change me in just your white top and diaper. A diapered girl changing a diapered girl! That one is going to be so awesome…” I waited for the next 10 minutes as Trisha cleaned herself and changed into an ABU Little Kings diaper. I also noticed that she was wearing a different onesie than I was. It was white, babyish, and had a bunch of cute animals on it. She snapped the three crotch buttons and pulled her lavender ankle length skirt back down. Just as I was about to pull up my skirt, Trisha stopped me. “Jill,” she said, smiling. “Do you want me to change YOUR diaper?” I smiled as I glanced at Trisha. “Go ahead. Just don’t make it into a JFF video…” Trisha nodded, as she unzipped my “diaper bag” and grabbed my changing supplies. “So, what diapey does my little Jilly wanna wear?” she asked me in a sing-song voice. I glanced at the open “diaper bag” with the four other diapers that I had packed inside. I pointed to the ABU Little Kings diaper. “Dat one!” I slurred in my toddler voice. Trisha continued to talk to me like I was just a toddler. She got a changing mat out of her backpack purse (something that I did not remember to bring) and laid it over the tiled floor. “Okay Jill. Lay down so Mommy Trish can change your diapey…” I laid down and gave her a toddler laugh. I kicked my legs up and down, eagerly anticipating my diaper to be changed by my “mommy”. “Okay Jilly,” Trisha told me. “Mommy’s gotta check to see if Jilly needs a changie…” She glanced at the wetness indicator, which was dark blue, and pinched the crotch area just to be sure. “Oh wow…Jilly made quite the pottys! Time to get you out of that wet one and into a new diapey!” I smiled as Trisha removed the four tapes of the diaper, each tearing off a little bit of the plastic backing. She opened up the diaper to see how soggy and swollen the core was. She lifted my legs up and pulled the diaper out from underneath me, leaving my bare bottom on the plastic changing mat. She then began to wipe me with baby wipes in all the areas where I was peed on while the diaper was on. When she noticed a rash near my vagina, she rubbed in the Aquaphor cream and…something squirted out. Trisha gasped. “Jill, I think you just came…” My face blushed when she told me about this. “Well,” I said in a bashful voice. “It is quite sensitive down there.” Trisha nodded. “It’s okay. I’ve changed a few diapers with my other little friends and sometimes, it just happens. Your body gets excited, and the excitement juice just squirts out. It’s just another bodily function, Jill…” After that, she returned to her motherly sounding voice and finished the diaper change. She opened up the Little Kings diaper and powdered it. She then lifted my legs up and slid the diaper underneath. She powdered me and carefully rubbed the powder in as to not overexcite me this time and folded the diaper between my legs. She gently grabbed both thigh tapes and secured them snugly around the legs. She finally grabbed the waist tapes and secured both tapes around the waist. She ran her fingers into the leg openings of my diaper and pulled out the leg cuffs and then gave me a few gentle pats on my cloth-backed diapered bottom. “There we go, Jilly. All changed and in a new diapey…” She pulled my baby pink ankle length skirt down and I sat up with a happy coo. That’s when I noticed both Trisha’s and my used diapers just sitting on the floor. We each grabbed our own used diaper and disposed of it. I thanked Trisha for the diaper change and we both washed our hands before leaving the family restroom. We walked out towards the baggage claim with our backpack purses (which we secretly used as diaper bags), both enjoying our new diapers. We found our checked luggage and arranged for a shuttle to take us to the hotel. We gave them the hotel name and address and they took us there. It was 11:34 AM when we left Chicago O’Hare International Airport (ORD). Because of the traffic and lunch hour, it took a little more than an hour to arrive at the hotel in downtown Chicago. It was 12:42 PM when we arrived. Both Trisha and I approached the hotel with our luggage and…what? Did you think that I was actually going to give you the name of the hotel? I’m very sorry, my JJ Little Besties. The name of the host hotel is not going to be revealed in this story, as that is confidential to only CAPCon attendees. All you need to know is that it was a very nice hotel. If you want to know the name of the hotel, attend a CAPCon and you will know. All I can do from this point forward is describe the hotel to you. But I won’t give out its name or where it’s located in Chicago. Now where was I? Both Trisha and I entered the hotel. Because it was a big city and crime was often an issue, the lobby level was up on the next floor. We entered the elevator shaft and took a vacant elevator to the lobby level. The lobby had a fancy Victorian feel to it and a large glass chandelier hung on the raised ceiling. A fancy checkered pattern lined the carpeting of the lobby with the long row of wooden check-in counters with a fine glossy finish. In the distance were the elevators, which had four on each side. As fancy and Victorian as the lobby looked, it was still a very modern hotel. I glanced around the fancy lobby to find it full of littles. Several of them wore onesies while another group of them were in overalls. A few walked around in just their T-shirt and diapers. A few of them obviously looked like they had caregivers. One woman was being cared for by her daddy while a man in a footed sleeper was being coddled by what looked like his mommy. My jaw dropped as I saw all of the littles walking around while certain groups of them were mingling and talking amongst themselves. I saw one big sign in the lobby that read “Welcome 2024 CAPCon attendees!” Underneath the welcome message was sharpie artwork of a frog dressed up in a diaper. I glanced at my phone and checked the text message, as we tried to contact Glytter when we were on our way to the hotel. Instead, Daniel answered the phone, telling us that Glytter was taking her nap and that he would wake her up so that we could meet her in the lobby. Seconds later, we heard the electronic ding of the elevator. A man dressed up in a long-sleeved red polo shirt was pushing a white Graco baby stroller with what looked like an infant inside. The hood was blocking my view of being able to see the baby clearly. As I glanced closer, I was able to get a clear glimpse of the child that was inside the stroller. The infant was a girl with a full set of blonde hair and a pink bow, and she glanced up at me with her pacifier in her mouth. I frowned. “Is this your kid? Where’s Glytter? Is she upstairs?” Trisha then elbowed me and shook her head. She mouthed the word “No!” to me. She then smiled as she glanced down at the baby girl. “Alyssa!” she shouted. My jaw dropped as I looked at the little person that I thought was a baby. She looked like a mere youth. She was dressed in a pink footed blanket sleeper with white footies. THIS was Glytter? I gasped as my face grew red with humiliation. When Glytter told me that she was a dwarf, I thought that she would’ve at least been taller than that. Instead, I saw what was supposed to be a woman having the appearance of an infant. Glytter removed her pacifier and laughed at my comment. “Whose kid are you talking about?” she said in a joking manner. “I’m 23 years old!” Glytter sat her pacifier down and hoisted herself out of the stroller. She toddled over to Trisha and gave her a hug. “How’s my bestie Trish?” Glytter said with a bright smile. Trisha bent down to hug Glytter. “I’m doing amazing, Alyssa. I’m sorry about Jill. I kind of told her what to expect and…” “It’s okay,” Glytter said with a smile. “I’ve been mistaken for someone’s kid my entire life! I have learned to just laugh at the whole matter and see how many people I can fool.” She turned to me and smiled. “Hi Jill! You finally get to see me face to face. I’m Glytter. Some of my close acquaintances do call me Alyssa, which is my actual name. But either name is fine. I can see it, Jill. You are still not comfortable seeing an adult woman this small talking to you. It’s fine. You’ll get used to me this weekend. Just remember. 1 Corinthians 1:27.” I frowned. “I don’t know the bible.” I told her. “God chose the weak to shame the strong,” Glytter told me. “Would the strong people of the world expect a woman to look like a weak infant? I shame those strong people, Jill in every day that I live my life. I don’t feel sorry for myself. I just keep going and plugging away. And against all odds, I now have a beautiful husband taking care of me. You see Danny? This man knows how to take care of me. He’s a wonderful husband, and as we all know in the ABDL space, he is my daddy…” I suddenly noticed the glow from a tiny ring that was on Glytter’s finger. This, I knew, was her wedding ring, which had to be custom made as they don’t typically sell wedding rings for women that have fingers the size of an infant’s. I glanced at Glytter in awe, noticing all of her tiny features. She truly was a living miracle. Daniel smiled and looked at his tiny wife. “Alyssa truly is beautiful. She had to take her nap after we arrived from the airport…” Glytter smiled as he glanced at Daniel. “Tell them the funny story about us going through TSA today at the airport….” Daniel nodded. “Well, Alyssa and I were at Pittsburgh International Airport, and we were going right through the TSA security checkpoint. A woman with her young daughter that looked about five looked at me wheeling the stroller and smiled. ‘Is that your daughter?’ the woman asked me. Now Alyssa had to look away to prevent herself from bursting into laughter, but I lied to her. ‘Yes,’ I told her. ‘And she’s my beautiful ball of sunshine.’ The woman was again curious. ‘What’s her name?’ she asked me. ‘Alyssa…’ I told the woman. And then she popped the oh-so-important age question. ‘How old is little Alyssa?’ she asked me. I held out five fingers. ‘My little daughter Alyssa here just turned five months’.” “At this point, I recovered from almost laughing,” Glytter chimed in. “So, I began cooing and babbling right in front of the woman. She thought that it was so cute! The woman then gave me a kiss on the cheek, and we passed through TSA. What the woman doesn’t know is that she just saw a married woman being pushed in a baby stroller through an airport! Oh, I love playing jokes on strangers!” Glytter then toddled back to her stroller and grabbed two room keys and two suckers. She handed one of each to me and Trisha. “We’re in room 2504.” She told us. Daniel then glanced at me and Trisha. “Let’s go back to the room and take care of your luggage.” He then glanced at Glytter. “Into your stroller, my little Ally Cat!” Glytter nodded. “Akay daddy!” She joyously toddled back to her stroller and jumped back in, while Daniel buckled her in. Both Trisha and I followed Daniel with our luggage as he wheeled his “precious cargo” through the hotel lobby and towards the elevator shaft. A whole bunch of faces grinned as they saw Glytter laying in her stroller. “Hey Glytter!” A male little shouted. “Nice to see you here again!” A bunch of other littles all said hi to Glytter, as if they recognized her. “Hi everyone!” Glytter said, smiling. “Can’t wait for another wonderful CAPCon! Don’t miss my class tomorrow!” “We won’t!” a small crowd of voices shouted. I glanced at Glytter and gasped as we approached the elevator shaft. “Wow Glytter! They treat you like you’re a celebrity!” “Well, I kind of am at CAPCon,” Glytter told me. “What other kind of little gets to LIVE like a little 24/7? Now, I still get body dysmorphia, but in terms of my age, not my physical size. If you want the honest truth, I’m the envy of a lot of ABDL’s here. They wish that they could live in my body and be able to truly live like a baby. But I tell them that it’s not all that’s cracked up to be. When you get out of little space, it’s a real drag to live like this every day. I am so tiny that Daniel has to help me with most things that I can’t do myself. I can’t drive or be able to go to any amusement parks. Jill, size limits me in a lot of ways, so why would anyone want to live like this? But I have decided a long time ago that I wouldn’t let my size get in the way of me living a quality life. You only live once and God gave me this little body for a reason. I’m the second smallest woman in the world, but I have done a lot of amazing things. Sorry about my soapbox. I tend to ramble a lot when I get very passionate about something that I talk about. Wow. Eight elevators and not a single one opening yet? Any moment now…” A few seconds later, three elevators opened, with a small group of littles walking out of each one. In one group, it was a group of women and they were all sucking on pacifiers. The four of us entered the elevator, with two additional littles joining us. One was a woman with her hair done in two buns dressed in a white top and a pink skirt that was barely long enough to cover her onesie and diaper underneath. Next to her was a guy, who unzipped a diaper bag and stuck a pacifier in the woman’s mouth. Daniel pressed 25 on the elevator panel while the woman pressed 22. I glanced at the “daddy” and smiled. “Is this your first CAPCon?” “Second,” the guy corrected me. “We both met each other at the first CAPCon. “Say hello, my little Lilly!” Lilly removed her pink pacifier. “Hi hi! My name is Lilly and I’m dis many!” She held out two fingers. “I know Gwitter but what your names? Daddy said if I’m gud he give me candy!” Daddy pointed to himself. “Yes Lilly. Daddy will give you plenty of candy if you’re a good little girl.” He turned to face us. “Sorry. I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Leo. And Lilly knows TinyTrish. But who are you?” I smiled. “I’m new here,” I told him. “You can call me Baby Jill!” Leo then spotted Lilly about to press a bunch of elevator buttons. “Lilly?” Lilly turned around and stopped what she was about to do. “I be good!” she shouted. “I be good! Pwease give me candy daddy…” The elevator dinged and reached the 22nd floor. Leo grabbed Lilly by the hand and smiled. “Come on, Lilly. We’re on our floor. Let’s go!” Lilly then stood there like a statue. I knew what she was doing, so all I could do was smile. “Hold on!” she told him. “I not finished. I finished!” Leo smiled as he grabbed Lilly by the hand. “It looks like my little Lilly pad will need her diaper changed now….” Before I could hear anything else, the elevator door closed and continued up to the 25th floor. Moments later, the elevator stopped on the 25th floor and we all exited it. Both Trisha and I followed Daniel, who was pushing Glytter in the white baby stroller. He used his card key on 2504 and opened the door. I saw a spacious room with two queen sized beds. The first bed already had a few things on it. A white changing mat with yellow bears, yellow stars, and pink stars all over the mat. Next to the changing mat was a torn open sack of Size 2 Pampers Swaddlers diapers (29 count) and an unopen sack of Size 3 Huggies Overnites diapers (24 count). I then glanced back at Glytter, who was now climbing out of her stroller and gasped. “Glytter, you wear baby diapers?” Glytter laughed. “Of course, Jill! They don’t make ABDL diapers in baby sizes. In case you aren’t aware, I am 25 inches tall, and I weigh 14 pounds 4 ounces. It might be five ounces considering I had a little extra food to eat today. Because I have a lot of ABDL friends, I know of the best ABDL diapers for adult-sized bodies. But since I am only the size of a five-month-old, I can fit perfectly in a Size 2 Pampers Swaddlers. They don’t make nighttime diapers for Size 2’s so I wear a Size 3 at night. Size 3’s are a little loose, but not too loose on me. And if you want my honest opinion, I prefer the Pampers Swaddlers Overnights, but daddy got these on sale and he wanted something to fit in the luggage, even though I told him that he could just bring a white sleeve of 22 Pampers with us. Despite the Huggies I have to wear tonight, I’m a Pampers girl…” She then smiled. “And it’s a good thing that you we’re in here earlier. Just after my nap, my daddy had to change a very stinky one…I kept pestering him to hurry the whole time that he changed me. It was funnnnnnnn…” Trisha nodded, and she guided me over to where we would be sleeping. We got the queen-sized bed by the window, which offered a nice view of downtown Chicago. Trisha wasted no time in pulling her lavender skirt off to reveal her cute white babyish onesie with cute animals on it. “I weadys! C’mon Jilly!” Glytter laughed. “Jilly! That’s a cute name, Trish!” She then looked at me with a smirk. “I’m gonna call you Jilly from now on…Daddy’s gonna change me into a pink ruffled flying sleeve romper.” “What size?” I said, joking as I took my baby pink ankle length skirt off, revealing my white star and crescent moon onesie from Little for Big. Glytter smiled. “It’s a 3-6 months! I don’t think it will fit you.” She then glanced at my onesie. “Ah! Nice onesie Jill! A Baby Sleepytime onesie from Little for Big! That’s a very popular one. I see a lot of littles wearing that one at CAPCon. I could give you all the names since I remember every attendee that I ever met. My photographic memory is both a blessing and a curse, really…Now, do we want to go down and check out the con space? I would like to show you the changing rooms, the sensory rooms, the Quiet Nursery, the Dark Ageplay room, and the pool! Did you bring your suit, Jilly?” I nodded. “Yes. But my concern is my fecal incontinence. Do they have swim diapers for adults?” Glytter nodded, as Daniel removed her footed blanket sleeper. “They do! They’re called Swimmates disposable swimwear and I know of a friend that can give you some of theirs. She’s a small, but she would be more than happy to give you some of hers.” Daniel then checked Glytter’s diaper by pinching the crotch area. “My Ally Cat just went through another one! How about I change you before I put you in that romper. Okay?” Glytter smiled. “Akay daddy!” Daniel proceeded to change Glytter’s diaper. It was like watching an infant get changed since Glytter was so small. Since it was a wet one, Daniel managed to change her in just three minutes. He balled up the wet diaper and threw it in the trash bin. He then slid the pink cotton romper onto Glytter and snapped the three crotch buttons. Glytter then glanced at me again. “Also Jill,” she told me. “The convention staff and hotel staff all know that I’m an adult, but a tiny dwarf. I have my ID with me in case there are any issues with verification. I had that issue my first CAPCon and it was a PAIN to sort everything out. After that, they never forgot about me again.” She glanced at Daniel. “Let’s go, daddy!” Daniel picked up Glytter and placed her in her stroller. After seeing Glytter buckled into her stroller, I frowned. “Glytter, are you going to walk at all this weekend?” Glytter nodded. “Yes Jill. But remember. I have the body of a five-month-old infant. That means I tire easily. To put things into perspective, a five-month-old isn’t even old enough to crawl yet! But from years of training and exercise, I have gotten these infant legs strong enough to stand and walk. I can even run but I can only do short distances at a time. Also Jill, I need three naps a day, in addition to the normal nighttime sleep that we all get. For me, they have a infant crib in the Quiet Nursery for my private use.” I nodded. “When are your naps, Glytter?” Glytter thought for a second. “My naps? Every day, I take a nap at 8 in the morning, noon, and 4 in the afternoon. My 8:00 AM nap is two hours. My noon nap is an hour and a half. My 4:00 PM nap is the shortest at only a half hour. My normal bedtime is at 9:00 at night and I sleep until 6 in the morning. Let’s go, daddy!” Before leaving, I unzipped my check in bag and stuffed one more Tykables Animooz diaper into my backpack purse. I unzipped my other checked bag and stuffed my swimsuit in my backpack purse. I was now ready to leave. We all exited the room with our room keys, and I noticed Trisha getting her badge and lanyard out of her backpack purse. I got mine out and we wore them around our necks. We walked down the hallway and into the elevator shaft. Three elevators were vacant, so I pressed the down call button. A few seconds later, the elevator door opened. We took the elevator down to the lobby level but ended up with another four littles on our elevator on the way down. We exited with the four and I followed Daniel wheeling Glytter with Trisha towards the CAPCon convention space. We all arrived at the registration desk at CAPCon and I was met with a smiling man that looked to be in his late 30’s. He had a babyish T-shirt on with some blue overalls and wore a badge that read “CAPCon Staff”. “Hi!” he told me. “I’m Marty! I’m just going to check your badge before I let you into the convention and make sure that everything looks good. Baby Jill? Okay. Do you have a cellphone?” I nodded, and Marty stuck a security sticker over the camera on my phone. “No photography is allowed within the convention space. Other than that, just have fun! You are clear to enter.” Marty put a green wristband around my right arm, and I was clear to enter the convention space. Trisha was next. Marty checked Trisha’s badge. “TinyTrish? Welcome back to CAPCon. You can enter.” Trisha also got a green wristband as well. A security sticker was placed over her phone camera, and she entered the convention space. Daniel was next with Glytter. Daniel presented his badge and Glytter presented hers while she was in her stroller. Marty put stickers over both of their cameras on their cellphones and put green wristbands on their arms. For Glytter’s, he had to adjust it to be extra tight since her arm was so small. “Welcome back, Glytter.” Marty told her. “It’s always a pleasure to see you at a CAPCon. I see that ring on your finger. Did you just get married?” Glytter nodded and pointed up to Daniel. “Yeah. He’s my daddy who takes care of me.” Daniel nodded. “We met during our second CAPCon. Before that, Glytter was attending with her other ABDL friends…” Trisha nodded. “One of them was me. I was pushing that stroller before you were…” Marty grinned. “Well, have fun! Don’t want to hold up the line! You all have a wonderful CAPCon!” We all proceeded forward through the con space. At Glytter’s suggestion, we walked around the space, while she pointed out all the different areas and rooms. She showed us the vendor marketplace, which had different tables set up that sold various different little clothing, and accessories towards the end. One of the ABDL accessory tables was Glytter’s Pacifiers, which was run by two women that looked about Glytter’s age (23). One was dressed in a footed sleeper and the other one wore pink overalls with a white babyish T-shirt with various animal patterns on it. Both girls had pacifier clips clipped to their collars each with a Glytter pacifier at the end of it. The girl with the footed sleeper stuck her Glytter pacie in her mouth and began sucking on it. “Wanna buy a pacifier?” the pink overall girl asked. She then jabbed the other woman in the arm. “Hey! Stop goofing around, Mallory! We have customers!” Mallory removed the pacifier and pouted. “Aw, come on! I’m modeling it!” Glytter laughed when she saw both of her girls running her pacifier table. “Katie! Mallory! It’s okay! I think it’s actually cute for Mal to model the pacie. It might get us more sales this year!” I glanced at Glytter. “So they work for you?” Glytter nodded. “They’re both good friends of mine. Katie has a YouTube channel called DiaperedKate…” “Let’s not forget mine!” Mallory chimed in. “It’s called LittlebittyMal! Like, comment, subscribe!” I grinned. “Let’s not forget Jillian in Diapers! I currently have 1,282,841 subscribers!” Mallory nodded. “I’m already subscribed! Very good channel! Glytter has told me about you. Nice to finally meet you in person…” Mallory glanced at my badge. “Baby Jill! We should totally collaborate and make a video together! It will be a good time…” “Ahem!” Katie shouted. “Three-person collab! DiaperedKate, LittlebittyMal, and Jillian in Diapers! Seriously Jill. You have way more subs than any of us combined…” I nodded and grinned. “It’s what pays the bills so I can enjoy CAPCons like this…” Katie then gasped. “I gotta get to a bathroom…” I frowned. “Aren’t you already wearing one?” Katie nodded. “I am, but messing yourself is not allowed at CAPCon. Now, if you have a medical problem, that’s okay. Just try to get yourself changed as quickly as possible. You don’t want to stink up the convention space with your mess.” She glanced at Glytter, Daniel, Trisha, and me. “Nice seeing you and your friends, Glytter. I gotta poop!” Katie hurried off to find the nearest bathroom. I gasped. While I still had some control over my bowels, there was no guarantee that I would be able to hold it for too long. Shitting myself was more of a muscle memory thing now. If I could help it, I will try to avoid messing myself at all costs. But there’s no guarantee over my peeing, as I had virtually no control over that anymore. Glytter told Daniel to move her stroller, as a few were beginning to line up by her pacifier stand. “Well, Mal’s got this so let me show you the rest of the con space!” Daniel continued to push Glytter in her stroller, while she pointed out the rest of the con space on the lobby floor we were on. There was a main stage area with numbers of rows of seats set up. From what Glytter said, this would be used for larger panels (including a brief one that they would use to welcome everyone to CAPCon.) Nearby was a big playplace with a slide and two swings (I will have to try this out later!). She then showed us a buffet area where we could pay $17 to help ourselves to some food anytime we wanted during the convention. It looked like fun finger food. Chicken nuggets, French fries, goldfish crackers, gummy bears, and some other favorites that require silverware. Mac and cheese, hot dogs cut into small pieces, apple slices, baby carrots, and juice boxes. The dessert section had chocolate chip cookies, teddy grahams, M&M’s, Oreos, and chocolate pudding tubs. Tables were scattered all around the buffet area, with a few highchairs set up (ooh! I want someone to feed me in a highchair!). There was a public gathering area with tables and chairs used for littles who wanted to bring something to eat from outside the con space (of course they would have to dress vanilla outside of the hotel) Glytter then showed us a free table where everything offered on it was free. Cloth diapers, disposable diapers, cloth inserts, disposable boosters, onesies, dresses, pajamas, enema kit pieces, stuffies, bibs, books, and many other things. I grabbed one Tykables Waddler diaper, along with a stuffed bear and a bib, since it was all free. I zipped open my backpack purse and stuffed everything inside. After that, Glytter pointed to the Dark Room, where I would need to have taken one Dark Ageplay class to access the room (I chose Intro to Hypnosis). I smiled. “Wow! There’s a lot to do here!” Glytter smiled and laughed. “We’re not done! That’s just this floor! There’s one more floor that I haven’t shown you yet, and it’s on the lower floor. Take us there, daddy!” Daniel wheeled Glytter down to the lower level, where Glytter pointed out a few more rooms where the CAPCon space continued. She pointed out four rooms. One was for Little Boys, one was for Little Girls, one was for Middle Boys, and one was for Middle Girls. I frowned. “What’s a middle?” Trisha glanced at me and made eye contact. “Jill, a middle is someone who identifies as being older than a little. They are 7-14 years old instead of newborn to 6. What’s cool about their rooms is that they have board games set up and video games. It’s fun!” Past the Little/Middle rooms was a preschool/daycare where I saw littles coloring in coloring books and playing with Legos, blocks and baby toys. Each section was segregated by age so I could clearly tell the difference between the preschool section and the daycare section. Past that was a Quiet Nursery and Sensory room. Each of these rooms had the lights shut off and everyone entering it was supposed to be quiet. My heart skipped a beat when I saw a few adult sized cribs in the room, along with the infant crib that was just for Glytter. Glytter then pointed out a few smaller classrooms that would be used for panels, hinting that she would be speaking in one of those classrooms. There were also a couple of other rooms dedicated to furry and petplay. There was a corner for board games and card games, a corner for Legos and hangouts, and a large playroom with plenty of toys for littles and middles. In that room, I noticed giant rocking toys. A horse, a motorcycle, and a dinosaur. There were also a few tricycles and a couple of bouncers. The only thing that Glytter didn’t show me was the swimming pool. She mentioned that we could go there later towards the end of the night. Having seen the entire CAPCon space, it was now time for all of us to get to the main stage for the start of the convention. Daniel wheeled Glytter into an elevator with me and Trisha following, and we went back up to the lobby level. We all walked to the main stage. It was now 2:53 PM, and the convention was going to start in just 7 minutes. At 3:00 PM, a few CAPCon Senior Staff members came on stage. One of them was a man, who welcomed us all to CAPCon 2024. The other one on stage was a woman. In addition to this, they mentioned how this was put on by the Chicago Age Players and has been held since 2010. After that, they gave a few ground rules regarding do’s and don’ts during the convention, and especially stressed the importance of remaining vanilla when leaving the hotel and keeping our bracelets and lanyards concealed at all times when leaving the hotel. After that, they mentioned how friendly the staff was and that the most important thing for all of us this weekend was for us to have fun and that they had a good event planned for every one of us. One other important rule that was stressed was that messing was not allowed, and if we wore diapers, we were to keep the fluids concealed. One exception that they gave regarding messing was for those with serious medical conditions where that was beyond their control. The golden rule that they suggested there was to just take care of the mess as quickly as possible to show courtesy to everyone else there. They also told us that we couldn’t have anything exposed. No breasts or genitalia. Besides that, we were all told to have fun. After that, some announcements for upcoming activities and events were announced (which sounded fun, but I wanted to go to the middle girl’s room.). They dismissed us to do whatever we wanted for the remainder of the convention. After the dismissal, we all went down to the lower level to play in the Middle Girl’s room. All except for Glytter, who needed to take her nap at around 4:00 PM. Daniel took her there in her stroller while I went with Trisha to the Middle Girl’s room. Once in the Middle Girl’s room, Trisha introduced me to a few little friends that she recognized from past CAPCons that she attended. One was Scott the Tot and the other was BinkyBrenda. There was even one babyfur named Velvet Paw. That was his fursona that he mentioned and that he was cuddly, friendly, playful, and rambunctious at times but was always looking for adventure. He didn’t spend a lot of time playing, as he wanted to meet his other friends in the babyfur room. Trisha and I did continue playing with Scott the Tot and BinkyBrenda. We played a few rounds of Super Smash Bros. Ultimate on the Nintendo Switch, which I was horrible at but still had fun anyways. All of a sudden, I gasped. As much as I tried to prevent myself from messing, it happened. An enormous gooey mess began to fill my diaper. At the very moment that this happened, I sat down my Switch Pro Controller and tugged at Trisha’s onesie. Trisha sighed. “What is it, Jill?” she sniffed right next to where I was. “Oh…You just…” We both turned to face Scott the Tot and BinkyBrenda. “We’re both going to get changed. It was nice playing with both of you!” BinkyBrenda gasped. “Wait! Your friend didn’t just poop on purpose!” My face blushed. “It wasn’t on purpose. It was a total accident…” Scott the Tot nodded. “That’s okay. Just go and get it done. Don’t want anything to smell…” We both left the room and hurried to the nearest changing room. We saw a long line for the changing room, but when they caught wind of my horrible stench, everyone was kind and let Trisha and I cut them in line. “Get that taken care of,” an older man in overalls said, holding a pacifier. “We’re all just wet. It looks like you had an accident. We’ll let you cut. Can’t stink up the line or the con space…” Trisha and I continued down the long line, as everyone was letting us cut when they caught a whiff of my stinky diaper. Finally, we were right next to a CAPCon Staff member. It was a tall blonde guy dressed in street clothes. He glanced at me and immediately caught wind of my stinky diaper. “You know that messing is not allowed at the convention?” I nodded, almost starting to cry. “It was an accident…I swear!” The blonde guy, who I saw was named Daddy Eric on his badge, smiled. “It’s fine. If you have a medical condition, you’re not in trouble. Do you want me to change you, or do you want your friend there to help you?” I smiled, as I would not pass up the opportunity for a totally hot guy to change my diaper. “Change me…” I said, smiling. “I make stinky…” Eric closed the curtain. “Okay then…Baby Jill? Lay on the table and daddy Eric will change you…” I laid on the changing mat on top of the table, while Eric unsnapped the three buttons on my onesie. He then began to make friendly small talk with me. “Don’t be ashamed. This is the third messy diaper that I had to change already. There are a handful of people like you that won’t be able to hold in their stool. That ‘no messing’ rule is for everyone else that can hold it so that we don’t have an unsanitary convention space. We can contain the much smaller number of messy diapers. So, is this your first CAPCon?” I nodded. “Yes! I’m enjoying it a lot so far!” Eric nodded and laughed. “I’m glad you are! You didn’t look that familiar. Just know that the staff here are very friendly and helpful. If you need anything or need any help, just let us know. It looks like your friend has been here before…” Eric finished cleaning me, throwing all of the soiled wipes into the soiled diaper. “Try to be quick with getting the next one on,” I told him. “While I had some control with my bowels, I have pretty much no control over my bladder…” Eric nodded and glanced at the diapers that he had with him. “Did you want a PeekABU, or were there some other diapers that you packed?” I smiled. “There’s a Tykables Waddler that I grabbed from the free table. Put me in that!” Eric nodded and quickly unzipped my backpack purse to find the Waddler diaper. He quickly powdered it and placed me on it, folding it between my legs, fastening the thigh tapes and then the waist tapes. “I’m going to run my fingers through the leg cuffs to make sure that they’re pulled out. At last year’s CAPCon, an accident happened because the person who changed the other person’s diaper forgot to pull out the leg cuffs. I can’t tell you who they are, but it reminded me of how important it is to pull those cuffs out. That prevents the fluid from escaping your legs and it runs down inside the diaper instead. Well, you’re all done!” He pulled open the curtain and glanced at Trisha. “Did you want me to change you next?” Trisha nodded. Over the next few minutes, I waited for Eric to change Trisha’s diaper, which took a lot shorter since it was only wet. After Trisha was done, we both thanked Eric and left the changing room. As we both walked towards the Middle Girl’s room, I started to feel a little tired. I glanced at Trisha and yawned. “Do you mind if I go into the quiet nursery for a while?” I told her. “I’m going to take a short nap. I’ll text you when I’m done.” Trisha nodded. “Okay Jill! I’ll be in the Middle Girl’s room. I may check out the Little Girl’s room if they’re not too rowdy. Littles can act up a little sometimes…Have fun!” I smiled as I waddled through the wide corridor towards the quiet nursery. I noticed that most people at this con walked in the same waddle gait. I approached the door to the quiet nursery to notice a CAPCon Staff member outside. It was another male in street clothes. “This is the quiet nursery.” He told me. “By entering, you agree to all of the rules pertaining to the nursery outlined in CAPCon’s Badge and Rule Agreement. Absolutely no noise is allowed past this point when you enter. This is a quiet space.” I silently nodded and entered the room. To my surprise, I saw four adult-sized cribs in the room. Next to the infant crib, I saw an empty stroller, with Daniel sitting on the floor next to it. In the infant crib, I saw Glytter in a pink footed blanket sleeper fast asleep. I smiled and walked over to a vacant crib. Before approaching it, I unzipped my backpack purse and got out my pacifier clip with my Glytter pacie. I clipped it on my onesie. After that, I climbed into the crib and a CAPCon staff member lifted up the railing of the crib. “Reach out your hands between the railing when you’re done resting.” The female CAPCon staff member whispered to me. “Have a nice nap….Baby Jill…” The crib was comfortable and filled with cozy blankets and a couple of stuffed teddys. I laid my head on a large pillow and covered myself up with a blanket. I then fell asleep… I woke up and checked my cell phone. 6:03! Wow. It looks like I napped for about an hour. I glanced at a couple of messages on my phone. It was a group text from Glytter and Trisha. Jill, I hope you are having a wonderful nap! You look so cute in that crib! Well, me and daddy are going to get dinner now. Meet us there at 6! We’ll wait for you! Smiley Face Emoji I reached my hands out of the railing and pulled them back when a CAPCon Staff Member pulled the railing back down. “Did you enjoy your nap, Baby Jill?” the woman staff member asked me. “Also, those pigtails are so cute!” I gave her a giddy nod like I was a two-year-old who just woke up from her nap. I grabbed my backpack purse and exited the quiet nursery. After that, I went back up to the lobby level and found Trisha, Daniel and Glytter near the Buffet area. We all helped ourselves to a yummy little dinner. I got chicken nuggets, fries, mac and cheese, chocolate pudding, and a juice box filled with apple juice. But for tonight, I didn’t feel like feeding myself. Instead, I got into one of the highchairs and sat my food down on the tray. I unzipped my backpack purse and got out a bib. I put it on and smiled. One of the CAPCon staff nearby then asked me if I needed help in being fed. I nodded and let the babying commence. A woman staff member fed me my chicken nuggets and fries. When she got to the mac and cheese and pudding, she pretended that every bite was like an airplane entering my mouth. I missed on purpose so that a few globs of mac and cheese and pudding got all over my new bib. But the woman was prepared, and she wiped my bib off with a couple of napkins. She used another napkin to wipe off a little bit of pudding that I got on my face. Meanwhile, the rest of my friends were enjoying their dinners as well. Trisha was enjoying her nuggets, fries, and hot dog pieces with ketchup, along with some Teddy Grahams. Both Daniel and Glytter were enjoying the same food that I ordered, only Daniel gave Glytter smaller portions while he fed her from her stroller. After the dinner, we all went downstairs to one of the classrooms to attend one required Dark Ageplay Class. I took one on intro to hypnosis, which provided some good pointers on how I could use hypnosis to more easily get into my little space. So far, that wasn’t necessary as I found myself in baby trances without hypnosis at all. When that class was over, Glytter wanted to go for a swim, so we all went down to the pool. There was a changing area before the pool, so I went there. It turned out that BinkyBrenda was the little that had the swim diapers, so she met us all there for swimming. She gave me a small swimmates disposable swimwear swim diaper and I put it on before putting on my swimsuit. Both Trisha and I swam around the large pool while Daniel and Brenda stayed put with Glytter, who sat in the shallow end. After Trisha and I made a quick dip in the hot tub, we were done swimming. I ended up not needing the swim diaper after all, as I didn’t poop once in the pool. I still thanked BinkyBrenda anyway before I bid her farewell. We all changed back into our normal clothes and made our way back to the lobby level. After that, we bought some milks at the store near the lobby checkin area. After that, we took the elevator back up to the 25th floor and returned to room 2504. Completely tired, I was ready to turn in for the night. Before we did, there was something that Trisha still wanted me to do. So while Daniel was giving Glytter her shower in the bathroom, Trisha brought this matter to my attention. “Jill,” Trisha reminded me. “Can you change my diaper now? It will be a short video. Just the change. Just take off your onesie and put on your white top so it’s just you in a white top and diaper.” I followed Trisha’s directions, and she began recording the video on her phone. “Hello my cozy fam!” Trisha announced. “This is TinyTrish and Baby Jill here is going to change my diaper. Come on, Jilly! My diapey all wet! I wanna ABU Little Kings!” I smiled and put forth the best mommy voice that I could think of. “Aw…Did Trishy make pottys in her diapey? Here…Let Mommy Jill Check…” I grabbed the crotch area of the diaper and gave it a good squeeze. “Oh…Wow! Baby Trishy here soaked her diapey really good. Not to worry, ‘cause mommy is going to put a fresh new diapey on you! Yes she is! Yes she is!” I laid Trisha down on her changing mat on the bed and unfastened all four tapes of her diaper. As I removed it, I found that Trisha really soaked this one good. “Wow Trishy! You must’ve peed a whole river in there!” I got the wipes and wiped Trisha’s vagina and the rest of her abdomen. I then noticed a couple of rashy areas, so I wiped them with cream. After that, I powdered the Little Kings diaper. I then glanced at Trisha. “Uppies!” Trisha lifted her legs up while I slid the Little Kings diaper underneath her so that she was laying on top of it. I poured some powder into my hand and rubbed it onto Trisha’s vagina and the rest of the area surrounding it. I folded the diaper up between her legs and fastened the thigh tapes and then the waist tapes before finally running my fingers into her leg openings to pull out the leg cuffs. “There you go! Mommy’s got you in a fresh new diapey now!” Trisha then cooed and smiled. “Aw fank yoo Bay-bee Jihl!” She then looked back at the camera. “And thank you, my JFF cozy fam. If you want more spicy diaper changing videos like this, stay subscribed for more!” She stopped the video. A few seconds later, the bathroom door opened and Daniel exited, holding Glytter in his arms. Daniel quickly returned to the bathroom and exited holding a baby bottle that looked like it was filled with milk. I gasped. “Is that milk?” Glytter shook her head. “No Jill. That’s baby formula. Daddy is going to feed me and I’m going sleepy bye! Nini Trisha! Nini Jill!” Glytter was in a yellow footed blanket sleeper and laying on the bed. Daniel than got onto the bed, holding the pink infant baby bottle filled with baby formula. He picked up Glytter and cradled her in his arms. He then grabbed the bottle and began to feed Glytter. In every way, it looked like Daniel was feeding an infant, but I had to convince myself in every way that this was a 23-year-old woman that had the appearance of a baby, since she was the second smallest woman in the world. She looked so cute as her eyes began to close. She drank down the formula and I could hear her fall asleep. Both Trisha and I got our footed sleepers on. Unlike my Rearz Little Monsters footed sleeper, Trisha’s was a pink vintage one that had white footies. We both got into our beds. But before I could even fall asleep, Trisha surprised me with a question. “Jill,” she told me. “At the airport, I told you how I was a bedwetter. Now, what is your story as to how you started wearing?” I smiled. “Mine is a rather unusual one. But here it goes.” “I too went to college, but it was at Cleveland State University. I never had problems with making it to the toilet ever. I had at least two or three accidents when I was five years old. After that, I never had another accident again. It wouldn’t be until later that my accident-free streak would come to an end.” “Since I was dirt poor and couldn’t pay my rent, my twin sister Jen came to the rescue. She paid my rent for May, and I moved in to live with her in Philadelphia since I was broke. During the very first night, her and her boyfriend treated me to a nice dinner at the Capital Grille. The food was nice, but what really changed the whole evening was a bottle of Walt, Las Brisa, Sonoma Coast.” Trisha smiled. “That’s some good stuff!” I nodded. “But that’s the problem, Trisha. I don’t drink alcohol, so when I drank the entire bottle, it made me totally drunk. At this point, I needed my sister to help fill in the blanks on this story as I was totally blacked out until I was back in my apartment. According to her, I tried to walk back on my own and was rude and obnoxious. When her boyfriend was getting the car to pull up closer, I left the restaurant, walking off the curb and onto the street. I made a few large paces away towards the street. When Jen called me back, I ran really fast. Since I didn’t see the curb and had no sense of balance, I tripped so hard and landed so hard on my pelvis that I fractured it. Now my sister told me that she took me back, but the next thing that I remembered waking up to was being soaked in both vomit and pee. I was curled in a fetal position and was crying. Now I thought nothing of it, thinking that the wine probably made me piss myself, but I was wrong. Over the next eight days in a row, I kept wetting the bed...” Trisha nodded. “Yup. I can so relate to that. Don’t wet bedsheets suck?” I nodded. “After eight days of it, I had to buy diapers and wear them every night. But as the days and weeks went by, my incontinence continued to get worse and worse. Now it’s at the point where I have virtually no bladder control anymore.” Trisha gasped. “Did you see a doctor?” I nodded. “I got everything checked out. X-rays and everything. When my urologist looked at them, she told me that my prognosis was not good. Considering that my fall tore a lot of the nerves that connected my spinal cord to my bladder, it was very clear to her that I was going to need to wear diapers for the rest of my life.” Trisha hugged me. “It’s okay. I’m five years into wearing 24/7 and I’m never going back to underwear again. Do you know that I don’t own anymore underwear, Jill?” I then decided to change the subject. “You were naked during that diaper change. Is that allowed on Just for Fans?” Trisha laughed. “Jill, it’s adult content. We could both be totally naked and you could change my diaper. This was more on the mild side since you were clothed. The only nudity they saw was the diaper change. Totally allowable on JFF.” I smiled. “Could I open a JFF account? I’m thinking of setting up a tripod at home and recording some of my diaper changes.” Trisha nodded. “Based on your Jillian in Diapers on YouTube, I think that you could build a following pretty quickly. Just be sure to charge a decent rate. For quality adult content, I charge $5 per minute of video for non-subscribers. A basic subscription is $30 per month. A premier subscription is $50 per month. A premium subscription is $100 per month. My premium subscribers not only get all the normal content earlier, but also exclusive access to additional content and special invites to lives that I have with my JFF premium besties. You’re not going to believe this, Jill, but my JFF gig is making me $280,000 per year.” I gasped. Who knows how much I could be making off of JFF? $280,000 per year? It’s quite possible that I could make that much in a month. Plus, I can pare down my content to put on my Jillian in Diapers channel and reserve the juicier stuff for JFF. After that, both Trisha and I took showers and got our diapers and footed blanket sleepers back on. I smiled and looked at Trisha. “Well, we need to go nighty nights. I’m getting my milky baa baa and going ninis…” I took the milk that I got from the hotel store and poured it into my Pink Simba glass feeding bottle. I got into the bed with it and sucked down the bottle before setting it down on the floor. “Ni ni Trisha!” “Ni ni Jill!” I smiled as I sucked on my pacie before falling asleep. With that, my JJ Little Besties, I’m going to see that you’re all well rested before we proceed on with Day Two of CAPCon. What fun adventures await me with Trisha, Glytter, and Daniel, her new husband and daddy? Get some good rest, my JJ Little Besties because you’re going to need it for Day 2. The three littles plus Glytter’s daddy were now all fast asleep in room 2504. But little did they know the fun adventures that awaited them. To be continued…

Day one of the con is almost done! Considering how long this chapter is going to take, I may consider breaking it into different parts. I will also preface it with a disclaimer indicating that this is a fictitious account of a CAPCon event and any real life events that match the events in this story (i.e. character names, class names, or event names) is purely coincidental. And since I have never been to a CAPCon before, there is no way for me to portray what a CAPCon event is like with 100% accuracy. I should have day one finished tomorrow. I look forward to completing the first day! 😀

Everyone, If you have read any of my stories, I have one called Zelinda's Garden. This story is surreal and has a girl in it that becomes supremely powerful due to all of her dreams coming true. Are there any other stories out there like Zelinda's Garden or similar to it? Perhaps one where the main character is a giantess and grows a lot. And let's not forget magic and age regression. If you have any suggestions, please let me know. I would like to read them!

Four-year-old Macy is a big girl who just about mastered the potty. The only thing standing in her way are the diapers that she still needs to wear every night. But when she has a huge accident during New Year’s Eve, this got her thinking about wearing diapers more often. Macy’s potty training begins to get flushed down the toilet as she begins to have accident after accident. With the return to diapers eminent for Macy, how does she handle the adjustment in going back to diapers? Will she try to get her big girl underwear back or give up potty training forever? Chapter 1: Use the Potty Hi! I don’t think that I have seen you before, but my name is Macy Robbins. I would like to share with you how I spent my childhood wearing diapers, and all of the things that I experienced when I was growing up. Now I know that when I was growing up, most kids my age did not wear diapers. They wore big boy underwear if they were a boy and big girl underwear if they were a girl. So, how did I end up wearing diapers? It’s a very crazy story, and a rather long one, but I promise you that it’s good. Pinky promise. I will start my story where it all started when I was two years old. Back then, I lived with my family. I lived with two older brothers. An eight-year-old brother named Jake and a four-year-old brother named Randy. I liked Jake better since he was always nice to me, and he played with me sometimes. Randy on the other hand was a meanie. He always took my toys when I wasn’t looking and blamed me whenever he got in trouble. Jake always stood up for me whenever Randy was in the room, but Randy always tried to argue with Jake. I didn’t like the arguments, so I usually tried to stay away from them when they argued. I lived in a nice house with my mommy and daddy in Cincinnati that was right next to a golf course. I never understood golf growing up as it was just a game that grown-ups play by hitting little white balls with metal sticks. We also lived near a nice park that mommy and daddy took us to all the time. Mommy used to sell houses to people before my older brother Jake was born. My daddy makes a lot of money as a brain doctor. Another word for it is surgeon. He basically helps a lot of people with owwies in their head get better. I like how daddy is able to help so many people and it makes me happy. So how did I start wearing diapers? Well at this point, I have been wearing them since I was born. But this whole thing called potty training changed everything. And just two days after my second birthday, my mommy got me a little chair called the potty. I was supposed to pee in that, instead of my diaper. Now why did she want me to do that? She told me that it was all part of me becoming a “big girl”. I can vividly remember my first day of potty training, thanks to a journal that I kept when I was nine years old. “Macy dear,” my mommy told me. “Now that you are two years old, you are going to be potty trained. Be a good girl and use the potty.” I can remember just sitting on the seat while I still had my diaper on and looking back at my mommy with a pouty face. “No!” I told her defiantly. But my mommy knew the best way to motivate me. She gave me a smile. “Macy, for every time that you use the potty, I will give you one M&M…But you have to use the potty and not your diaper, okay?” That did it. M&M’s were the best thing in the world for me, so I wasted no time in using the potty whenever I could. Now I didn’t successfully use the potty right away. It took almost a week before I successfully used the potty. Mommy then gave me my first M&M. It was a red one and it was good. The other motivator for me using the potty was that my mommy took away my diapers and had me wear pull ups instead. This made me feel uncomfortable if I peed in my pull up, so I wanted to use the potty more and more. After six months of using the potty, I finally had no accidents in the daytime. So, about a couple of weeks after New Year’s Day, my mommy gave me my very first big girl underwear. They came in two colors: Bubblegum pink and blackberry purple. I was so proud of being able to wear my big girl underwear. I definitely felt like a big girl. Plus, my mommy kept giving me an M&M every time that I used the potty. However, I still needed to wear diapers every night. Even though I could hold it during the day, I always peed my diaper in my sleep. While I remained accident free during the day, a year later, I was still regularly having nighttime accidents in my diaper. It was mostly pee but was occasionally poop on occasion. When I got frustrated, my mommy told me not to worry about it and that I would grow out of it when I got older. At around this time, my mommy’s belly was huge. A few days later, we were in the hospital. My mommy gave birth to a new baby. It was a girl, and she named her Phoebe. I was so excited. I was going to be a big sister! But all of that excitement wore off two weeks later, when I discovered that my mommy was paying less attention to me. My little sister cried all the time and my mommy always had to feed her, change her diaper, or put her down for a nap. I was beginning to miss the attention that my mommy was giving me, so I began to pee my underwear on purpose. This happened for a couple of weeks before my mommy decided to put me back in diapers again. But this was only for a month. One month later, my mommy had an appointment with my pediatrician. She recommended that I get potty trained again and to pay more attention to me as my regression was caused due to the jealousy that I had towards the attention that my baby sister was now getting. About two months later, I was potty trained again, as my mommy doubled the M&M’s every time that I went both pee and poop in the potty. The reward for just going pee was still one M&M. I enjoyed my M&M’s as I successfully began to use the potty again. But I still kept peeing my diapers every night. That was something that hasn’t gone away. Even after my fourth birthday, I still needed to wear diapers at night. And as I began preschool, I began to make a lot of friends. When I had my first sleepover in the fall, I discovered that most of my friends were fully potty trained. I only knew about two or three that still needed to wear diapers at night. But by Christmas time, two of those three friends were fully potty trained. Christie and Susie both got to wear underwear at night while Cassie still needed to wear diapers at night like me. Christmas was a fun time that I spent at my grandma’s in Indiana. I had a lot of cousins, including two of them that were twin girls that were way older than me. After Christmas, it was now New Year’s Eve. My mommy cleaned the area between my legs and picked out my outfit for me to dress myself. At this age, I could finally wear all of the fun underwear that most kids get to wear when they are at the potty-training age. But since I was so small at two, I had to wear tiny underwear that fit my petite size. I put on my Anna and Elsa Frozen underwear and my pink dress. This day was going to be great, but I don’t think that I can stay up until midnight. My older brother Jake was playing a video game while Randy just watched. My little sister Phoebe was in her bedroom, taking a nap in her crib. I was about to go to my room and play with my dollhouse that I got for Christmas. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter 14 : He's My Valentine! Good morning, my JJ Cozy Padded Fam. Or goodnight if you or your caregiver is reading this to you as a bedtime story. No matter what time of day you are reading this, know and understand that the next section will have to do with the season of love. That diapered cherub of love, Cupid, has hit many people with arrows. Both my twin sister Jen and I each had an arrow with our name on it, and we fell hopelessly in love with our boyfriends. Jen with Joey and I with Gary. Call it happenstance, but I believe that my sister and Joey took a couple of Cupid’s arrows and did his bidding. Both of them pelted me and Gary with the arrows of love and set us both up on a blind date. And since that late June, both Gary and I have been going steady for almost eight months now. Well, almost eight months since that anniversary would be on February 24th. Now you’re probably wondering. No fair! What happened after New Year’s Day? Not to worry, my JJ Lovely Littles. While I am very eager to begin talking about my wonderful Valentine’s Day date with Gary, I will actually be doing some cleanup in January before we begin the wonderful season of love. I’m sure that Cupid has plenty of extra diapers, so get yourself in a fresh diapey and we will continue on with the wonderful tale of what transpired following the birth of 2024. Since my twin sister’s surprising encounter with wearing diapers, which I am pretty certain has awakened in her a secret fascination with them, I have been carefully watching my sister’s facial expressions to see what her initial reactions would be upon waking up in her pink Trest diaper that she still had from New Years Eve the night before. Since I woke up before my sister, I watched as Jen woke up. She sat up in her sleeping bag and smiled at me in amazement. She grabbed me by the neck and leaned down to whisper quietly into my ear. “Jill,” she said in a joyous yet surprised tone. “I am not kidding, but I think I peed this diaper a little more while I was sleeping. What is going on with me? What’s wrong with me?” “Nothing,” I whispered back. “I just think that my twin sister is starting to like diapers…” My sister was taken aback at what I just told her. “What?” she said, looking offended. “Me? Jill, why would you say such a thing? It was just for one night!” I laughed, as I saw my sister’s face turning red with embarrassment. “It’s okay,” I told her. “Melanie doesn’t have to know. I can see that look on your face. Why are you denying it?” “Why are you assuming that I like them?” Jen said, sounding nervous. I saw my sister’s panties sitting on the floor. “Well,” I told her. “You can’t stay in that diaper forever. You’re going to get a rash if you don’t take it off. Time to go back to your big girl underwear…” That’s when I saw the look on my twin sister’s face. She hesitated as she grabbed her red Victoria’s Secret panties. It was almost like she was fighting a battle of two desires. The desire to wear her panties and her newfound desire to wear diapers. As much as she wanted to deny it to my face, I could tell that she was slowly beginning to like diapers. Her confessions last night were all the evidence that I needed. Exhibit A. My sister Jen willingly peeing herself when she had to pee the second time during our long wait in Times Square. The first time was a fight with her kicking and screaming. The second time was absolute surrender. At this point, I could easily detect the face of a person who was peeing. This was clearly evident with my bratty cousin Macy when she gave me that look every now and then. I knew that she was peeing, and she knew as well. So when I saw my sister give the exact same face, it became very easy for me to put two and two together. Exhibit B. My sister Jen wanting to sleep in her pink Trest diaper instead of her panties. As far as things went with that diaper, she was completely free to take that diaper off at this point. After all, she was not in Times Square anymore. She had full access to a bathroom. Melanie even remembered to give my sister her panties back before she went to bed. But my sister refused the panties and chose the pink Trest diaper instead. And while she told me that it was “just for one night”, she was probably secretly wishing that it could be for a lot longer than that. Since the very moment that she let her bladder explode in Times Square, I feel like something has truly snapped in my sister’s brain. A seed that laid dormant in my sister was now beginning to sprout and grow. And I was already beginning to see that growth. Exhibit C. My sister wanting to pleasure herself in the diaper until she experienced a climax similar to the one that I experienced when I played in a diaper for the first time. I heard her quick breathing even though she was hiding herself inside that sleeping bag. She wanted to experience the orgasm that I experienced so that she would know what I said that it felt so good. Well, she tasted that forbidden fruit. And although it tasted good to her, she immediately had her regrets after the act of infidelity that she committed in her diaper. Now does Jen want to engage in that act again? The invitation would be there, but she would be fighting her good conscience in the process. Exhibit D. My sister’s confession to me that she peed in her diaper while she was asleep. For her to have moved to this level so quickly, something must have had to trigger in her subconsciously to be able to not wake up with a strong urge to pee. That urge was satisfied without her need to awaken. And considering how satisfied Jen was in sharing her experience with me, I knew that she had to like diapers. I think that she was surprised at her behavior as she probably didn’t want to fully believe herself yet, let alone admit it to her twin sister. Exhibit E. My sister’s total denial when I told her that she liked diapers. She was trying to save face, and it wasn’t working. As a result, I saw the clear embarrassment on her face. Her words were saying one thing, but her body was doing something totally different. She was taking the defensive when I confronted her with the writing that was written all over my sister’s face. So with those five exhibits, the prosecution rests. My sister has no alibi as I clearly know that she likes diapers now beyond a shadow of a doubt. To be nice though, I will try not to tease her so much about it as she has been so nice to me even when I totally didn’t deserve it. I glanced back at my sister, who was now staring at her panties for what seemed like 10 minutes now. I didn’t want to goad her as I knew that she was probably secretly enjoying her last diapered moments before she had to put her big girl panties back on. All this was interrupted by the bedroom door opening. Melanie stepped out, which prompted Jen to hide her panties behind her back. She then stood up and excused herself. “Excuse me,” she told Melanie. “I need to go and use the bathroom.” Out of respect for my sister, I knew that the diaper was bulgy enough to be visible through the nightgown. I stood up as if I was waiting for my sister to finish so that I could block my sister from Melanie catching a possible glimpse of my sister still wearing the diaper from last night. I knew how sensitive this secret was, and the less that Melanie knew about it, the better. The bathroom door closed, so I knew that I was in the clear. “I’m going to make you both breakfast,” Melanie told me. “Just let me know when you two are ready to go to JFK International Airport.” I nodded. “Certainly. We have until 5:30 PM tonight. We don’t have to be at the airport until 3:30.” Melanie nodded. “Considering how crazy New York traffic is, I will hail a taxi at around 2:30 in the afternoon. It takes 40 minutes to get to JFK, but the traffic might be backed up. Trust me. We may need those 20 extra minutes…Time to make us all breakfast!” Melane walked over to the kitchen, which was a short distance away since the apartment was so small. My sister came out of the bathroom looking noticeably smaller, since she was without her padding now. Her face almost looked like she was mourning. I could only guess that she disposed of the diaper in the bathroom trash, as she was not holding anything. After that, my sister then gazed down at my pelvis. It was clear that a feeling of envy was on her face. The very garment that I wore was a forbidden fruit that was beyond her reach. As to not tempt her, I took my backpack purse and excused myself into the bathroom to change out of my Pink Trest diaper and into a Tykables Animooz diaper. And there it was. My sister’s used pink Trest diaper was sitting in the trash. This was the diaper that my sister was mourning over. The one that she probably wished that she could continue wearing. Maybe it had to do with us being twins. But with us being on the same frequency, it was only a matter of time before we were both broadcasting the same wavelengths. Like Jen, I myself fought over the very idea of liking diapers. It was only after I started engaging in my little space when I discovered just how much I loved diapers. And this was now something that I was starting to see manifest in my sister slowly. In record time, I cleaned myself and changed into a new Tykables Animooz diaper and disposed my pink Trest diaper next to my sister’s. Who knows? This might not be the only time that my sister and I share the same trash for disposing our diapers. But I kept that idea in the back of my mind for now, as I now turned my attention over to my sister sitting on the couch near where both of our sleeping bags were. My sister stared at me quietly. I didn’t want to arouse her anger or denial, so I exchanged the same silence that she did. We both sat there, glancing at each other, producing more words than what a single letter could even express. A hearty breakfast followed, which consisted of bacon, eggs, and a slice of buttered toast. I especially liked the bacon since it was extra crispy. Even though we had a few hours to kill, I found the hours just flying by with Melanie. And before I knew it, Melanie, Jen, and I were all in a taxicab headed for JFK International Airport. After getting through security and finding our gate, more time passed as I found myself sitting on the flight home to Philadelphia. My sister Jen looked uncomfortable. Out of frustration, she got out of her seat and headed for the bathroom. About a half hour later, she was back in her seat again, looking upset. “Jill!” she said, looking frustrated. “I almost couldn’t make it! I had to wait in line for two people to use the bathroom! Had I been able to wear…” she glanced at my abdomen (which was actually my diaper). Her words fell silent. “Oh, never mind!” I knew what my sister was about to say. Had she worn one of my diapers, she could’ve just been sitting there, filling her pants like a carefree two-year-old instead of almost having an accident as a 21-year-old adult. Her puppy dog eyes was staring at the one thing that she couldn’t have: my diaper. Her incomplete thought and silence began to become louder than any of the words that she spoke out loud. It was almost screaming at me. “Jill, why can’t I just wear one of your diapers? Just one!” Her look and her longing. Although she never wanted to admit it, she pined after my diaper like it was a long-lost lover. At least it looked like that from her body language. With my sister becoming more and more obsessed and deeper in denial over her secret new obsession with diapers, I should consider getting a lock for my closet as my sister might steal some of my diapers for herself out of desperation. Much like a drug addict trying to get their quick fix. I wouldn’t put it past myself for my sister to do something that desperate. But I was in a good position for the most part. I only needed to be careful when I was on my dates with Gary. I would have to somehow lock my room while I’m gone so that she’s not tempted to enter. As the flight dragged on, I could see my sister’s eyes grow more and more restless as she kept staring down at my diaper, which was concealed by the pine green dress that I was wearing. If she had x-ray vision, that would be exactly what she would be looking at. Finally, I leaned down and whispered to my sister. “Hey Jen. Could you please stop staring at my diaper?” Jen’s face reddened with embarrassment, as if she thought that I just read her mind. Humiliated, she turned her face away from me as she glanced at the aisle instead. It was almost cute that my twin sister was starting to love the very thing that I hated to begin with. And maybe her secret love for it went far beyond just today. After all, she told me that if she was in my shoes as a bedwetter, she would just go and buy the diapers. While this didn’t really qualify as an all-out admission, it could’ve very well have been by secret. And when she was weeping in the Twinsburg High School bathroom, she asked God to just give her the diapers and take all of the incontinence away from me and give it to her. Now that sounded a little more profound, so I’m guessing that this interest of hers has been incubating for quite some time now… For a split second, I noticed Jen beginning to stare at me again, but she immediately looked back towards the aisle the moment that I made eye contact with her. The seed of desire was growing fast within her. All it took was her being pushed beyond the point of no return on New Years Eve. When she was dragged to the point of pissing herself. She relented and totally pissed herself good. Since that point, there was no way to bring her back to the state that she was before she experienced the irresistible experience of letting herself go. First, reluctantly, and again, willingly. I glanced at my sister and sighed. I gave her a smile since I couldn’t help but humor her at this point. “Maybe I can give you another one?” I said, clearly indicating that it was a joke. But my sister just smiled at what I just told her. I couldn’t believe how different my sister was becoming from just one experience. What happened to the smart, careful, cautious, and calculating twin sister that I knew? It was all shaken by a relentless desire that had taken root inside of her. A desire that I didn’t want to become too unhealthy for her. We finally arrived in Philadelphia and Jen drove us home to Metro City Apartments. We entered 2202 and began to unpack. As I finished getting ready in my bedroom, Jen peeked her face inside the door. “Um…Jill?” My sister said in a shy stammer. “On the plane, you said…could I? Just one?” I couldn’t believe that my sister was actually asking me to give her another one of my diapers. I had to bring her back to reality. “Jen!” I shouted. “It was a joke! I didn’t think that you would take it so seriously. Sorry…” With that, my sister looked defeated. “Oh…” she said with a sullen look on her face. “Okay…Good night…Jill…” My sister exited my room with her face staring at the floor. Seriously. If my sister really really wants her own diapers, she could just go and buy them. I mean, there’s a Walgreens that is open 24 hours. She could just go and buy the Certainty Unisex Fitted briefs that she was trying to persuade me to buy about six months ago. She makes enough money as a CPA so she could afford it. Well, it’s a good thing that I wasn’t in my baby trance as my sister wouldn’t be as helpful tonight if I was. I filled my pink Simba feeding bottle with milk and put on a Land of Genie onesie. I clipped my Glytter pacifier to the collar and I was ready to fully engage into my little space. I drank down all of my milk and then sucked on my pacifier before falling asleep. Now that was New Year’s Eve. As for the remaining loose ends to tie up, we can now revisit the Mercedes Benz that I decided not to buy in December. With it being January now, I showed Jen the numbers that I had for December on Tuesday after the stream was over. The number of Twitch followers I had now was EXPLODING. I now had 2,751,483 followers. When I closed out 2023, I had 104,993 Subscribers and was making $267,710 for December. On the YouTube side of the equation, Jillian in Diapers ended the year with 1,074,523 subscribers and made $81,042 for December. JillianPlays, on the other hand, ended 2023 with 505,321 subscribers and was making $36,250.50 in revenue for December. This gave me a December paycheck of $384,502.50, so I had more than enough money to purchase the Mercedes-Benz that I wanted. For 2023, I made a total of $961,891 in income from both Twitch and YouTube combined. From what Jen told me, that would put me in the highest income tax bracket, at 37%, meaning that I would have to pay $355,899.67 in income tax. And since I had more than $800,000 in my savings account at the end of the year before paying the income tax, I would end up with $449,282.72 after paying my taxes (which didn’t even include the $147,169 in SECA Tax that I would set aside in January, since I’m a professional Twitch streamer.) I would also have to pay Philadelphia $36,551.83 in local taxes and the state of Pennsylvania more than $400,000 in State taxes. Having spoken to Gary about this, he mentioned how he utilized the stock advice from Bradley and Trisha, who made millions of dollars off of their investments in just five years. This stock advice was already making Gary a decent amount of money, and I would utilize this strategy to offset the insane taxes that I have to pay left and right. I will want to get advice from them sooner or later, as I plan to do my taxes in March to ensure that I have the money to pay all Local, State, Federal, and SECA Tax, which is roughly over $900,000. But with my 2024 income continuing to climb every month, I should be able to pay those taxes no problem. So with that, I went to PFCU on Wednesday and requested a withdrawal of $297,000 in cash. They gave me two ten-strap bundles ($200,000), one nine-strap bundle ($90,000), and a bundle of 70 $100 bills ($7,000). I put all of this money into a briefcase, where I was immediately asked about the reason for such a large withdrawal amount. “I am headed to Mercedes-Benz of Cherry Hill, New Jersey to purchase a white 2024 AMG S 63 E Performance S-Class Mercedes-Benz with the full package. Here is the official receipt indicating the exact amount of money that they requested before tax and with the tax included.” The teller nodded and gave me a smile. “Well, to ensure that you don’t incur any loss on the way to your car, we will have armed security escort you to your vehicle.” I nodded, as I carefully packed the $297,000 into the briefcase before securely closing it shut. “Thank you. From here, I am going directly to the dealership. They will be expecting my arrival. I plan on trading in my 2012 Chevy Impala for my new Mercedes-Benz. I’m ready when you are…” I walked out with two armed security guards, carefully guarding the briefcase filled with money. One of them glanced at me and smiled. “Might I ask. How are you making all this money?” “Twitch and YouTube,” I said with a smile. “I promise you that every dollar is made legally and it’s not laundered!” They both smiled at this answer as they waited for me to put my briefcase into my car. They then stood by my car and waited for me to take off before they walked back into the credit union. About a half hour later, I arrived at Mercedes-Benz of Cherry Hill, New Jersey. I was met by Alex, the salesman that I spoke to over the phone. He took the briefcase of $297,000 and we entered the office to sign some documents. After more than an hour of signing documents, they handed me the keys to the 2024 Mercedes Benz. I removed the keys to my 2012 Chevy Impala from my key ring and added the keys to my new car to the ring. Considering how old the 2012 Chevy Impala was, I got hardly any trade value off of the vehicle. I glanced at my new white 2024 AMG S 63 E Performance S-Class Mercedes-Benz with the full package. It was just like my twin sister Jen’s car, only slightly newer by one model year. And from what Jen told me, she was still making payments on her Mercedes. And with this car fully paid off, they would send me the title to this vehicle in the mail. I entered my brand-new car, as I was filled with a strong sense of thrill and excitement. I have done it. I am making so much money that I can buy a $300,000 Mercedes-Benz in just one lump sum. I turned the ignition and revved the engine before I shifted it into reverse to leave the lot. In the back seat was a folder containing some copies of the documents that I have signed, including the receipt. The car manual was in the glove box, and I also kept my backpack purse in the passenger seat next to me. I enjoyed the red Nappa Leather upholsteries, the AMG Performance steering wheel, the first-class rear cabin, and the multi-contour seats. In addition to this, there were so many other features that made my jaw drop. The 15 minutes that I spent getting back to the Metro City Apartments was amazing. I paid for the parking for today and planned to get an annual parking pass for my Mercedes-Benz tomorrow. At some point during my stream, Jen came home and smiled when she saw me holding the keys to my new car during one of my stream breaks. “Congratulations on the car, Jill!” Jen said with a smile. “Just to let you in on a secret, Jill, Joey actually paid for half of the price of my car. Even with such a generous gesture from him, it’s still going to take me six more years to have my car fully paid off. Congratulations on having your car paid in full already!” After the stream was over, I called a night and went to bed. During the next day, Glytter called me about CAPCon and she put me on the list with her, her fiancée (husband by the time the event happens), and TinyTrish. CAPCon 2024 was February 28th to March 3rd, and the theme was “Leap Year”, and was represented on the website by leaping frogs and bunnies. From what Glytter told me, the hotel would not be given out to us until our registration was confirmed. And considering how much money that I was making, paying for both CAPCon and the hotel would not be an issue. Having that said, I was totally psyched for CAPCon, and I couldn’t wait until late February! In the meantime, I spent the next few weeks playing through all of the 3D Mario Games. With just Super Mario Odyssey alone, I would be spending 3 entire weeks streaming the game to get to 100%. By the end of January, I was able to finish Super Mario Galaxy 2, Super Mario 3D Land, Super Mario 3D World, and Bowser’s Fury. I was also able to start on Super Mario Odyssey, which I had so much fun playing. By February 2nd, I had a total of 3,347,413 followers. I had 151,782 subscribers and I ended up making $400,815 for January. For YouTube, I had 1,206,373 subscribers for Jillian in Diapers and was making $112,281 for January. For JillianPlays, I had 604,978 subscribers and was making $55,633.50 for January. Altogether, I was making $568,729.50 for just January alone. And with all of that housekeeping taken care of, we can now focus on what I consider to be the best date that I ever had with Gary. This one was truly romantic. So prepare yourself, my JJ Little Besties. It’s about to get romantic in here. For Valentine’s Day, I had no stream since I was going to be going on a date with Gary. Jen would be going on a date with Joey, so we both were going to have a romantic night. After around 3:00 in the afternoon, Gary came over. He was dressed in a suit, holding the biggest box of chocolates that I had ever seen. I was dressed in a rose red dress with a fresh pink Trest Diaper underneath. Considering my track record with Trests, I knew that there was no chance of having an embarrassing accident anywhere that we went. And even if I were to have a massive bowel movement, I would quickly excuse myself and change in a family restroom. Gary already knows the nonverbal cue for a stinky diaper so I wouldn’t have to say a word to him. Considering that I have had at least two stink bombs since Gary has purchased the Trest Diapers for me, I have been able to manage what would otherwise be a very embarrassing poopy accident quite professionally. And with all the perfume that I had on today, it would be a short while before the horrible smell would overpower the smell of the perfume. And since the time that I have begun to mess myself, I have found various instances where I have begun to mess myself out of muscle memory. Or, if I felt a massive bowel movement, I just released it without hesitation. While Gary thought that it was my fecal incontinence getting worse (that was only partially true but not the whole truth), it was secretly me feeling like a helpless baby when I felt the warm and gooey mess overflow until it ran up my back. The very act of pooping now just made me feel so little and helpless as I effortlessly released the stinky load into my diaper. And when I was in the privacy of the apartment, I sometimes just liked to sit in the mess, as if I was just a little baby, not knowing that she needed her diaper changed. As gross as it sounds, I actually enjoy it now. Almost as much as I enjoy peeing in my diaper at night when I’m in my bed. At this point, I could no longer decide when I peed. My body just peed on its own, whenever there was anything new to empty in my bladder. I am pretty certain that my bladder was the size of a baby’s at this point, and any amount of liquid more than one cup would result in me peeing my diaper almost instantly within a half hour. Gary glanced at me and caught a whiff of the wonderful fragrance that I sprayed on myself. It was like he was smelling a beautiful rose as his nose was up against my neck. He then gave me a gentle pat to feel my diapered butt, which was something that I gave him permission to do, just as long as he only did this in a private setting. Just as Gary gave me a good smell, I ran my nose up and down Gary’s neck to take in the wonderful smell of cologne that he put on all over himself. I then found myself bringing my lips to Gary’s lips. Our lips smooched and smacked as we both started to feel very excited. As I was about to grab Gary’s clothes, he closed his grip over my right hand. “Jill,” he told me. “The clothes stay on. I know. I’m half-tempted for us to strip our clothes off and get into our beds right now. But we must be patient. All in good time, Jilly Bean…” I pressed my hands over Gary’s waist and smiled. “I love you, Gary…” “I love you, Jill…” Gary told me. “Now, are you ready for a romantic dinner, my diapered girl?” Now normally, something like this would’ve gotten me very angry if he were to do this a few months ago, but I was very used to wearing my diapers now, so I smiled as I slapped both of my hands over my diapered butt to hear the sound of my hands beating over the plastic backing. As new as my Mercedes-Benz was, we ended up taking Gary’s Lexus LS Sedan instead. He drove me to the King of Prussia Mall, and we had…you guessed it. Legal Sea Foods. They had a special Valentines Day menu featuring a romantic seafood dinner for two. It featured two loaded plates filled with Legal’s Signature Crab Cakes, Stuffed Lobster Tails, and a generous bowl of She-Crab Bisque with a complementary dessert for only $80. We ate our crab cakes, lobster tails, and finished our bowls of Lobster Bisque. The dessert was a chocolate cheesecake, drizzled in chocolate syrup and topped with whipped cream. It was quite honestly the best cheesecake that I ever had. It was an explosion of chocolatey goodness in my mouth. I had quite the foodgasm with every one of my taste buds enjoying the pleasurable experience. Just as I was drinking my carbonated water, I felt a massive bowel movement and I gave Gary “the look”. He nodded as I quickly excused myself to the bathroom. An explosive fart could be heard as I entered the family bathroom. I got out my Glytter pacie and sucked on it as I enjoyed my diaper filling up with poop. I softly cooed and then began the task of changing my messy diaper. About 10 minutes later, I was in a fresh pink Trest diaper. Gary was back at the table, with his credit card sitting clipped on the plastic tip tray, with a copy of the receipt sitting next to him. The waitress came back to process Gary’s credit card for the wonderful meal. After the bill was paid, we left the mall. Before Gary could turn the car on, I began to kiss Gary on the lips again. He leaned over and locked his lips with mine. We began smooching as we began to make pleasurable sounds to each other. And while our clothes never came off, I noticed a wet patch on Gary’s black pants. I gasped. “Gary, did you…” Gary nodded and laughed. “I got excited.” I nodded. “Me too. That orgasm felt good…” I glanced at Gary’s wet spot again. While it clearly wasn’t pee, it was the only other substance that a male could produce when they are sexually aroused. He looked back at me. “Well, at least we’re not going anywhere else publicly. I’ll be dropping you back off and I’ll be heading home. It was a wonderful date tonight, Jilly Jill…” I nodded. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Gary.” Gary glanced up at me, trying to avoid eye contact with his wet reminder from us both getting excited earlier. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Jill.” I gave him another smile and nodded. Yup. Gary was all mine. He’s my Valentine. And that was my wonderful Valentine’s Day, my JJ Little Besties. A little naughty, and a little nice. Some romantic exchanges and a delicious dinner. Followed by a wonderful orgasm. So what’s next? Considering that I was two weeks out from CAPCon, it is very clear what is going to happen next. Are you ready to enter your little space, my JJ Besties? I know I am. Because the next chapter is going to feature my firsthand experience with what I consider to be one of the best ABDL conventions that I have ever been to. So, pack your diapers, your pacies, your bottles, your onesies, your footed sleepers and come with me to get a front row experience of my very first CAPCon. I promise you that it will be good so come with me this way to a wonderful con full of littles. A place where it is perfectly normal to be little. Where little space is good space. And I kid you not. It was quite simply one of the best little experiences that I ever had. So onward to the next part of the story. Where Jillian Jennings fully gets to embrace her inner baby.

This story was me. But instead of the Girl Who Wanted to Wear Diapers, I was the Boy who Wanted to Wear Diapers. The only difference was that I was 13 years old when I bought some cheap Depends at the pharmacy. I too was very disappointed. It also unfortunately led to me sneaking one of my friend's baby's diapers and then my my then baby cousin in the early 2000's when I was in high school. Yup, I was just like Maddy alright... 😅

That's going to be very soon. I have in mind what is going to happen here. Stay tuned... 😀

Chapter 13 : The Holidays… Welcome back, my JJ Little Diaper Babies. I do apologize for what happened at the end of the last chapter. I must have dozed off in the middle of writing the ending. There was supposed to be a discussion about what the next chapter was going to be about, but I was so tired that I just fell asleep in my chair. And now…oh…Daddy just checked my diapey and told me that I need a changie. Maybe you should use this time to get yourself into a fresh diapey while my daddy changes me. I’m coming, daddy. Be right back my JJ Littles… In a fresh diapey? Daddy changed me into a JJ Cozy Crinklez (coming soon!). And let me tell you, my JJ Fam. There’s nothing more comforting than being changed into a fresh diaper. Now, where was I when I took an unexpected nap before ending the last chapter? Oh yes! With October about to happen, the holidays were just around the corner. Two months later, I was walking through the King of Prussia Mall with my twin sister Jen. And…what? You wanted a recap of what happened during the last couple of months? To be fair, two months is a lot of time to cut out, considering how fast my life had changed from Diaper Girl turning me into a popular streamer overnight. Well, not overnight exactly. It took about a month for my following to grow in totally insane numbers. Okay. Since you are all such a nice audience, I will give all of you babies an early Christmas present. You get an exhaustive and unabridged recap of every key event that has happened from October to December. Then, we will discuss the fun events leading up to Christmas and New Year’s. You are all very welcome, my JJ Little Besties… To offer you a short version of my next meeting with my therapist, I gave her my list of all the baby things that I needed to be in my little space. In doing this, she also suggested the idea of me making subtle changes to my clothing so that I would look more like a Little without being blatantly obvious. That would clearly mean no onesie body suits. No footed sleepers. No pacifier with clip hanging off of the collars of my clothing. But I could dress in pastel colors and wear cutesy outfits that would make it very easy for me to enter my little space. She also suggested that I only wear ABDL diapers, as no one would really notice what diapers I was wearing underneath, due to me wearing skirts most of the time at this point. I could wear onesies underneath my tops and skirts, but I felt that this would make more sense with pants or overalls as it would make diaper changes a little more difficult. Having to unsnap the three crotch buttons before removing the diaper was too tedious for me in most situations so I preferred to just have a skirt covering my diaper. All I needed to do was lift up the skirt, remove the diaper, and change. Very easy. And if you are a guy, I am very sorry. This is definitely a case where being a female does have its advantages. There was, however, one thing that I told my therapist, and that was my relationship with Gary. For my dates with him, I still had at least 30 to 40 pink Trest diapers on hand, as I always had the custom of showing him my diaper bag (main compartment only, as I had a few pacifiers in some smaller pouches. Whenever I wasn’t on dates with Gary, I stuffed a changing mat inside, as I knew a lot of family restrooms that I could use for my diaper changes. And over the days that have passed since my first appointment with Dr. Stillman, I have been talking to Glytter a lot more often about little space and how to manage it. One of my more interesting conversations happened right after my second appointment with Dr. Stillman. I entered 2202 and entered my bedroom in the apartment. BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! I checked my cell phone and I saw Glytter on the Caller ID. There was no picture of her yet, as Glytter was very shy about her appearance. I swiped the answer button. “Hi Glytter!” “Hi Jill! How did your appointment go with your therapist!” I smiled as I was reaching for the pacifier that I had in my front pocket. I pulled it out and gave it a few quick sucks. “It was good. We talked about the night that I got drunk and had the traumatic accident in more detail.” “Oh! You told me about that! See? Now that makes a lot more sense than wine causing permanent incontinence. So, how are you doing with a little space?” I twirled a few strands of hair around my fingers. “It’s going wonderful. I already told you that my sister has to support my treatment. But I have a very weird question for you.” “Weird? I’ve heard many things from many people, Jill. Nothing you tell me is going to be too weird.” My face turned red as I hesitated for a few seconds. “Um…Glytter? I was thinking of trying to mess my diaper on purpose to help me into my little space. How do you get past the gross out factor?” I heard Glytter laughing on the other end. “Jill…You are talking to someone who is totally used to doing that. When I mess, there are often times that I don’t even notice until I begin smelling it. And when that happens, it’s no different than peeing. It’s just me saying ‘Yup. I messed another diaper!’ I do advise you that you don’t stay in a messed diaper for too long. A little while is okay, but you do want to get out of it as soon as possible. I guess that it has never really been gross to me, as I have been pooping my diapers since I was a baby. I guess I’m that used to it. But from my other friends in the community, they just tell me that you get used to it. And even stranger than that, you get used to the smell. I myself have gotten used to the smell of my messes so it sometimes takes daddy to notice it before he changes me.” I nodded and sighed. “I wish that Gary could be my daddy. Does your daddy live with you?” “He doesn’t live with me yet, as I made it clear that we would not be sharing the same room until we are married. He does come over a lot during the daytime. We’re planning the wedding and it’s going to be in February, about three weeks before CAPCon.” I frowned. “CAPCon? What is CAPCon?” “What is CAPCon, Jill? Only the best ABDL conference ever! I’ve been to four CAPCons so far. It would’ve been five, but they cancelled it in 2021 due to COVID…Do you want to go to CAPCon 2024? Tickets go on sale in January. I know this since I am planned to be a speaker at this CAPCon. I can get us a room with two queen beds. It would be me, daddy, TinyTrish, and you. What do you say, Jill?” I smiled. I had no idea that a conference for ABDL’s actually existed. While my sister would not have any part in this event at all, it would be a wonderful way to dive deeper into my little space and meet a lot more Little friends. “Sure Glytter! Let me know when registration goes live in January!” “I will! You are going to LOVE CAPCon, Jill. Little space is normal there, so you can be your sweet baby self! I kid you not. There are Littles that are walking around in just T-shirts and diapers. They can do that, just as long as they’re wearing something that is covering their privates. I will be wearing my cute onesies, and you’ll finally get a face reveal!” I nodded. I couldn’t even imagine what Glytter actually looked like, considering that her voice sounded just like a child’s. If no one knew who Glytter was, they would think that they’re just speaking to a little girl over the phone. If I were to guess, her voice sounded just like a three-year-old’s...If a three-year-old was very articulate and had an adult’s vocabulary… “Sounds fun, Glytter! Well, I will try messing my diaper today and I’ll let you know how that goes. I also need to get ready for my stream today. Yesterday’s was crazy. 300,000 bits donated over the course of the whole stream! I can’t believe how different my life is now. I mean, I still feel like a normal person, even though everyone makes a big deal out of me…” “And that’s great, Jill. Don’t let the fame go to your head. Just look at it with humility. You still feeling normal is a wonderful way to handle it. You may not have gotten that anchor job, but wow. You are so blessed!” This made me cry a little bit. “I know. I have such a wonderful community. Now, I’m getting hangry. I’ll talk to you later. Bye!” After my conversation with Glytter, I made a trip to Walgreens to purchase some laxatives. If I was going to shit myself, I wanted to shit myself good…I bought a couple boxes of suppositories and entered my bedroom. I opened the box and stuck one into my butt and followed all the directions. About 45 minutes later, I felt a stinging pain in my abdomen and a loud churning sound. The pressure was building up and becoming more and more intense. Finally, I could not hold in my bowels anymore and everything released all at once. I heard a loud fart as the back of my diaper was quickly filling up with a stinky mass. I cringed as I stood up, feeling the warm and gooey mass stick to myself as I walked around my bedroom. I then noticed the smell, which almost made me gag. What did I just do? As I began to immediately experience remorse over my explosively messy accident, I suddenly felt a warmth rushing into myself and felt the diaper begin to swell and expand between my legs. I was used to that, but I wasn’t used to messing myself at all. I spent the next 20 minutes changing my horrifyingly messy diaper. For some added context, all I want you to do is imagine your messiest accident and then multiply it by 10. That’s about what I experienced. Fortunately, there were no blowouts, but if I had had one more explosion, there most certainly would have been. Besides that messy diaper, the more fun part of my day was playing through all of the 2D Mario Games before Super Mario Bros. Wonder came out on October 20th. Considering how I wanted to beat every single 2D Mario game 100%, I needed to have two bonus streams on Saturday (October 7th and October 14th) to allow enough time to do this. During the first week, I played through Super Mario Bros., Super Mario Bros. 2 (Lost Levels), Super Mario Bros. 2 (US), Super Mario Bros. 3, Super Mario World, Super Mario Land 1, Super Mario Land 2, and started New Super Mario Bros. for the rest of Thursday, all of Friday, and all of Saturday. In preparation for this 2D Mario Marathon, I watched speedrun videos of all of the Mario games that I have already played. Since New Super Mario Bros. and all the other games were brand new to me, I didn’t watch any of the speedruns as I did not want to spoil the gameplay. This, however, had no impact on my performance as I was able to figure out New Super Mario Bros. blind, considering how many other Mario Games I have already played. Every one of the 947 people watching were astounded at how good I was at platforming and recommended that I try out some Mario Maker levels. Upon hearing this suggestion, I declined the chat’s suggestions as I wanted to finish all of the 2D Mario Games in time for Super Mario Bros. Wonder. For week two, I finished New Super Mario Bros., New Super Mario Bros. Wii, and New Super Mario Bros. 2. For New Super Mario Bros. Wii, I HATED 9-7 as I was always falling through the ice trying to get the last Star Coin. I spent about 20 minutes on that level before finally securing a victory. And don’t get me started on New Super Mario Bros. 2. Getting to one million coins was a pain in the butt and after finally doing it, I never wanted to collect a stinking coin again. Seriously. One million coins was one million headaches for Jillian Jennings. Finally, for week three, I spent all of Monday through Thursday trying to 100% New Super Mario Bros. U. On Wednesday, Superstar Road 2 and Superstar Road 6 can just kiss my ass, as I spent so many lives trying to beat these levels. The first levels had a million P-Switches that I had to time perfectly and the second level had so many fire bars that I had to dodge. But you know what? I did it! And on Thursday, I followed that shell in Superstar Road 9 and got all three Star Coins. I beat it! Every 2D Mario Game with about four hours to spare. And just in time to see my Twitch audience finally climb to over 1,000. 1,067 people watched me spend the rest of the stream playing Animal Crossing: New Horizons, since I didn’t want to start New Super Luigi U until I at least 100% beat Super Mario Bros. Wonder. When I completed New Super Mario Bros. U, the fireworks began. Lamtastic was totally awesome, and he gifted 100 Subs! Then there was 1,000-bit donations given out left and right. Then two more rounds of 50 gift subs! After that, a few more donated 10,000 bits a piece. This brought the Hype Train to a Level 21, and it was still climbing. Overall, the Hype Train just completed Level 24 and a total of 348,122 bits and 254 subs were gifted. If you were to do some quick math, I made another $4,000 during that Hype Train alone since every one of those gift subs were Tier 1’s. Before I get to the WONDERful new Mario game, it would be worth mentioning the new things that I have been doing to better promote my little space. As the days went by, I decided on skirts that had light and colorful pastels. My tops were all typically white with colored stripes to contrast the multi-colored pastels that could be found on my skirts. I wore thigh high socks with the colored stripes usually matching my top. I made two simple pigtails with the tips of them almost resting just above the underside of my elbow joints. From my new look, I got a lot of positive remarks and was often told by chat just how cute I was. What they didn’t know was that I wanted to look little and in my own mind, I was just a three-year-old girl with cute pigtails that still needed to wear diapers. Only Glytter knew the real reason behind my new style choices which I secretly called “ABDL Chic”. My Glytter pacifier was zipped in my purse, just waiting to be sucked on during my streaming breaks, which I also used to change my diaper. To match my new look, Glytter redesigned all of the Jillian emotes with me in my simple hair tied pigtails that rested on both my elbows (although I sometimes did Dutch braided pigtails if I was in a more creative mood). The other thing worth mentioning was that I started a new YouTube channel on October 2nd called Jillian in Diapers. This was an ABDL channel that I started to share my little space with other ABDL’s and address a lot of different ABDL related topics. The launch of this channel happened as a result of binge watching a bunch of different ABDL channels after getting back from my first therapy session with Dr. Stillman. From what I saw, I felt that I could begin comfortably sharing my little space with everyone. After announcing it on Discord, I ended up gaining 103,456 subscribers on the first day. And along with the five videos that I already had ready to go, Jillian in Diapers was off to a good start. By the time that I got to the day where I started Super Mario Bros. Wonder. Jillian in Diapers had 323,578 subscribers and was outperforming my JillianPlays YouTube channel, which only had 273,361 subscribers. I was already making $12,850.50 off of Jillian in Diapers. I was still making twice as much off of JillianPlays overall since I started it earlier on. And one more thing, my JJ Little Besties. Having had a rather unpleasant experience from trying laxatives to make myself mess my diapers, I decided to give that a few more tries. To my surprise, it began to feel less and less gross every time that I did it. I don’t think that the grossness went away, but that I was sinking deeper and deeper into my little space. After 20 or more messings in about a week and a half, I was starting to get to the point where it just didn’t bother me anymore. If I had to shit, I just did it then and there in my diaper with very minimal effort. I really couldn’t help it since I was just a diaper baby. I never bothered to use the toilet anymore, and I found it quite weird to stare at as I was getting ready after taking showers. That got me thinking about taking baths, as I wanted to feel as little as possible. And not just any bath, I needed bath toys and my very own rubber ducky. All this would come in due time. In getting back to the Super Mario Bros. Wonder game, I really enjoyed it. It was a fresh new 2D Mario experience, compared to all the other 2D Mario games that I just finished playing. I loved the variety of all the different characters that I could choose from, and I found myself swapping characters and badges constantly just to try them all out. And everyone, can I just take a moment to tell you how CUTE the singing piranha plants are? I’m glad that I had to do that level more than once, since I missed a hidden exit that had the other Wonder Seed. I was having so much fun with this game that I lost track of time. And before I knew it, my stream time ran out. That night, I saw my sister putting the finishing touches on our Halloween costumes for the Mario Kart streaming night. I wanted to be Princess Peach, but at my sister’s suggestion, I ended up being Princess Daisy. And from the Mario Kart races that I have seen and a few Princess Daisy videos, my personality seems to match Princess Daisy a lot more. I was a lot more tomboyish and outspoken like Daisy, and my twin sister Jen was quieter and more reserved like Princess Peach was. Because of our costume choices, Gary decided to be Luigi and Joey decided to be Mario, since both of those romantic pairings were known in the Mario universe. Mario and Peach were a pair, as well as Luigi and Daisy, which were also a pair. For the October 28th Mario Kart night, Trisha would be dressed up as Female Villager and Bradley would be dressed up as Male Villager. Mark dressed up as Link. In the week leading up to Saturday’s Halloween Mario Kart night, I had a frustrating time trying to complete one of the special stages in Super Mario Bros. Wonder. It was a level where I had to “climb to the beat”. This was a harder version of the level that I already did where I had to jump, jump, jump like crazy across all the colored platforms before they disappeared. What made this level so hard was that I had to wall jump up the entire level to a beat that was getting progressively faster. And I couldn’t dawdle, as a pit of poison was gradually rising up with the beat that kept getting faster. Because of this level alone, I ended up spending the remainder of Monday’s stream trying to complete the level, but to no avail. It wasn’t until Tuesday that I finally beat that level. My JJ Little Besties, while I didn’t directly swear on stream, I was very clearly saying this in my head: Fuck this level. I actually got all the large purple coins, the Wonder Seed, AND the flagpole and I never want to do this level AGAIN!!! The rest of the levels were not that difficult by comparison. Even the remaining special levels were not that bad. The Bowser in this game was a cake walk, as I only had to dodge his note Piranha Plants and spike balls by getting out of the way. I learned this from New Super Mario Bros. Wii. The only other level that I had difficulty getting through was the very last special level in Super Mario Bros. Wonder. While I just got to the level towards the end of the stream, I couldn’t even get to the first checkpoint before the stream ended. On Friday, I spent almost the entire stream trying to get through the level. I started the level with 99 lives and after burning through 74 of them, I finally beat the level, luckily reaching the flagpole (thank God). What helped me the most in being able to beat the level was bringing a reserve powerup with me and using it at the right part of the level. This got me through a very hard part of the level and to the final checkpoint. I enjoyed the last badge of the game, and grinded a few more coins to get all the remaining standees that I missed. With that, Super Mario Wonder was 100% beat within a week of me starting it. I felt so accomplished. I wonder if this is the kind of feeling that Gary has every time that he completes a video game? Anyway, my reputation for 100% completing games has attracted more followers to my channel and it gave me an idea for a new special segment for my JillianPlays YouTube channel. Saturday came around and to prepare for that day, both Jen and I dyed our hair. I dyed my hair orange to look like Princess Daisy. Jen dyed her hair blonde to look like Princess Peach. After we got the right hair color, we styled the hair to look just like each of the princesses. Jen even made crowns for each one of our costumes. And the orange dress that she made for Princess Daisy looked just like the one that she wore in the game. Jen even got the green Daisy earrings, orange slippers, and white gloves. Fully clad in my Daisy costume, I began belting out her oh so annoying catchphrase: “HI I’M DAISY!!!” Jen had pink slippers for her Princess Peach costume, and even had a pink parasol as an extra accessory. Both our costumes were based off of the versions in Super Smash Bros. Ultimate, and we both looked amazing in them. Later on, we got to see how all the other costumes turned out. Both Gary and Joey decided to grow out their moustaches since the weekend that we went to Twins Days, so they both had an outstanding moustache for Mario and Luigi. Neither of their costumes disappointed either, as Gary’s Luigi had a very authentic looking Luigi hat. He had a green shirt, white gloves, blue overalls, and brown work shoes. And since Gary was just a little taller than Joey, he was just born to be Luigi. Joey’s overalls were a slightly lighter blue to match Mario’s overalls color. Like Gary, he had the authentic Mario hat with white gloves and brown work shoes. The costumes were just amazing. Jen and I took pictures of the “Mario Brothers” while Gary and Joey took pictures of Jen and I as Princess Peach and Princess Daisy. When Bradley and Trisha got there, they took pictures of the four of us standing together. Mark then arrived sporting a fairly decent Link. That night, we played some more Mario Kart, while enjoying some pizza and some Halloween candy that we had for dessert. Like before, I didn’t see Trisha use the bathroom once for anything. I used the bathroom once to change into a new diaper (and suck on my pacifier pretending that I was Baby Daisy). Since Trisha’s Female Villager costume had her wearing a red dress, her diaper was not noticeable if she was wearing one at all. Everyone else used the bathroom, which made Trisha stick out like a sore thumb. Of everyone who got first place that night, I got first with Daisy. Trisha got first with Female Villager. Jen then got first with Peach. It was no surprise that both Gary and Joey got first a handful of times that night, as they do every Mario Kart night. After a satisfying night of playing Mario Kart in our festive Halloween costumes and eating a ton of Halloween candy, we all called it a night. Everyone left. It was now time to go to bed. Their timing was perfect, as Jen gave me a strange look. “Jill!” Jen sighed. “I think you need a new diapey!” I sniffed around myself and discovered the strong odor that Jen was already aware of before I was. At this point, I was so used to the smell that I didn’t even realize that I messed myself. I might have done so out of muscle memory just as they were leaving. “Oh. Well, I guess I need to change now…” Jen shrugged her shoulders. “Jill, you just messed in your diaper. I would think that you would be more upset about it.” I smiled. “Really, I’m not. Like peeing, I’m getting very used to messing at this point…” Jen gave me a teasing smile. “Your little space, right?” I nodded. “I’ve been pretending that I’m a baby whenever I’m messing my diaper now. I believe that this is starting to happen subconsciously now. My body knows when I am going to poop so I just begin to act like baby…” At that moment, I was overcome with a strong urge to suck on my pacifier, so I got my pacifier and began to suck on it like a lollipop. I then began to make loud cooing sounds. And, oh…the little space was on me so strong that I could not speak another intelligible word to my sister for the rest of the night. Any attempt to speak to her just sounded like baby babble. I was also unable to stand. My legs wobbled as I lost balance and fell on the floor, landing on my cushioned diapered butt. I crawled over to my sister and shook my pink Simba glass feeding bottle in a crying fit. Jen sighed and grabbed my bottle. “Second time this week. Baby Jilly is in her baby trance…” Jen has already called Dr. Stillman about me being in what she called a “baby trance”. For that, Dr. Stillman recommended that she took care of me like I was a baby. With that, Jen helped me get to my room with my baby bottle and she removed my Princess Daisy dress, gloves, crown, earrings, and slippers. I was getting all fussy while she was doing all of this. Jen then was tasked with having to change me out of my stinky diaper. I made it none the easier since I wanted to crawl away from her while she tried to change me. Frustrated, she pinned me to the changing mat while she cleaned all the yucky mess off of me. About 20 wipes later, I was all clean. But I was really throwing a fit now since I wanted my baa baa. Knowing this, Jen hurried as she treated a rashy area with some Aquaphor and powdered a new Animooz diaper. She firmly pinned me down and stuck a pacifier in my mouth to stop me from whining. She put me in my Rearz Little Monsters footed sleeper and clipped my Glytter pacifier on my collar. She then guided me to my bed and began feeding me my baa baa that I wanted so badly. Surprisingly, Jen looked calm and not upset. “There you go,” she said, speaking to me in a sing-song voice. “There’s my little Jilly Bean…You feel better?” Something looked different about my twin sister. It was almost like she was enjoying her motherly role. “There. You drank all your milk. Now I need to burp you. Here…” She gave me a few pats on the back and I let out a few belches. “There! Did Jilly have her burpies? Time for bed, my Jilly Bean…” Jen got me into my bed and tucked me in. At this point, I thought that my sister was leaving, but she wasn’t done. Instead, she found a bedtime story on her cell phone and she read it to me. “Remember this one, Jilly?” My sister said in her motherly voice. “This was our favorite bedtime story when we were little…Well, you’re still my little baby so you’re going to enjoy it! It’s called ‘Goodnight Moon’. Do you see all the pictures? Yeah. I see you do…” Jen read the lines of the first seven pages showing me each picture before flipping to the next page. “In the great green room…” she read, flipping the page. “There was a telephone…And a red balloon…And a picture of…The cow jumping over the moon. See the moon, Jilly?” As my twin sister began reading the later pages, I fell asleep. When she saw that I did this, she gave me a gentle hug and whispered her goodnight to me: “Goodnight, my Jilly Bean. See you in the morning!” The next thing that I remembered was it being two in the morning. At this point, I was completely snapped out of my “baby trance”. I will have to apologize to my sister for my infantile behavior in the morning. In the morning, I did just that to my sister. Surprisingly, she didn’t look upset. “Jill, don’t worry about it.” Jen told me. “That was the second time it happened, and I already spoke to Dr. Stillman after it happened the first time. She told me that when you are experiencing a regression episode, it is my job to take care of you. I need to help you in that situation to help in healing your inner child. Really Jill. It’s okay. I think of it as wonderful practice for when I have an actual child someday.” I gave her a sigh of relief. “Thanks.” During that next week, I spent most of it playing through New Super Luigi U., which was a bonus pack that served as an add-on to New Super Mario Bros. U. For Friday, I just decided to play more Animal Crossing: New Horizons as I wanted to start playing Super Mario RPG: Legend of the Seven Stars on the SNES, and Gary would need to provide me with a special setup to do that. He would provide me with his CRT TV and a special capture device that could plug into my computer and get the footage onto the stream. Gary would set up the TV, the SNES and the capture device over the weekend so I could start Super Mario RPG on Monday. After finishing my stream for November 3rd, my sister entered my room with a very curious look on her face. “Jill,” she said, pointing to my computer screen. “Can you please show me your dashboard? I would like to know how much you earned for October. For Twitch and your YouTube channel…” I frowned. “You mean channels? I started a new one at the beginning of October called Jillian in Diapers…” Jen nodded, matter-of-factly. “For your little space, right?” I nodded. “And you’re not going to believe this. Right now, Jillian in Diapers is actually doing better than JillianPlays.” Jen glanced at the two channels and gasped. “Jillian in Diapers has 581,234 subscribers and JillianPlays has just…303,468 subscribers? This is amazing, Jill! Let’s go back to Twitch, since that seems to be making you the most money right now. I want to put together a spreadsheet of all your monthly earnings. It will be set up in a manner that is quite similar to my monthly earnings. Let’s see…Twitch. You currently have…oh my gosh! 1,046,943 followers?” “And 51,078 subscribers…” I added. “And that’s what I made.” I pointed to the number, which made Jen gasp in shock. “$133,605!” Jen gasped. “Wow…You certainly will make more than my salary off of Twitch alone next month. That’s…almost what I make in one year! And you’re making it in one month?!! That’s just Twitch. What are your earnings for both JillianPlays and Jillian in Diapers?” “$25,545 for JillianPlays and $33,501 from Jillian in Diapers.” I told her proudly. Jen nodded. “Okay. So $59,046 for YouTube! That’s a total of…$192,651! So yes, Jill. With all three of your revenue streams, you are making more than my annual salary in one month! Oh, I can’t believe it! And if you add the $92,641.30 that you made from August and September, that’s a total of $285,292.30! You know what this means, Jill? You can pay off your college debt! I would wait until at least next month to make sure that you have enough…” I nodded as a few tears came out of my eyes. What she just told me reminded me of just how desperate I was when I first came to live with my twin sister four and a half months ago. I only had $20.89! I couldn’t even pay next month’s rent, let alone my college debt! And now, here I was, making more money than what I could even dream of making. Why, I didn’t even deserve any of this money. Everyone was just giving it to me. All because of a TikTok video that went viral as a result of me not carefully concealing my diaper during a Twitch stream. I had no idea who was watching me that day. But whoever it was, I don’t know why they thought that it was a good idea to make some crazy TikTok dance of me with my partially exposed diaper. As a result of this crazy coincidence, I ended up becoming famous on Twitch by accident. The viral Diaper Girl meme, which was still growing with 544 million views and 46 million likes was a stupid video, but it somehow worked. The direct link to my Twitch Account directed a lot of traffic to my JillianPlays channel and has made it into one of the fastest growing channels on Twitch. Most of the weirdos have been weeded out by now, and my channel now has a reputation of just a cute gamer girl that just loves to play video games and is just starting to get good at playing them. Jen then had me check my PFCU account. I showed her the balance and her jaw dropped. “$276,494.89!” Jen gasped. “Well, I can officially say it. You have more money in your savings account than I do now. I have almost six figures, but not quite. Keep up the good work, Jill! Play those video games and become a pro at them!” I laughed and nodded. Considering how seriously that I treated my Twitch job, being good at video games was something that I needed to learn, as it would most certainly set myself apart from all the other female streamers on Twitch. This would definitely have me rank high in the gaming category. If I wanted to be the highest, I would have to exceed Samurai’s nearly 20 million followers. Over the next four days, I played through Super Mario RPG: Legend of the Seven Stars. Playing an RPG for the first time felt rather strange, as I was unfamiliar with the mechanics with the turn-based battle system. But having watched a few videos on RPG’s, I kind of knew what to expect. RPG’s were story-driven, and featured enemies on the battle screen that each had a set number of hit points. In addition to this, most enemies had either a physical or elemental weakness, leaving it up to me to figure out what each enemy’s weakness was. RPG’s had towns and different areas to explore, with some of those areas being entirely optional, as it was not essential to completing the main story of the game. In having this basic knowledge on RPG’s, I was ready to play Super Mario RPG. That, and I remembered watching Gary play the game for about an hour. By the time that I streamed on Wednesday, I already had five of the seven stars, and I was about to enter Monstro Town. Once I talked to the Toad lady named Monstermama and found out that I needed the Sky Troopas to scale the Lands End cliff, I went to the very next area next door and found an orange Chow that wanted to see if I could do 30 Super Jumps in a row. He told me that the highest that I did was 13. So, for the rest of the stream, I made it my goal to try and get 30 Super Jumps. The chat recommended that I go over to Mushroom Way and practice on Spikeys. GaretheBear recommended that I jump on Goombas instead, as the close proximity to Mario’s Pad would allow me to recover my FP if I were to run out. With that, I took Gary’s suggestion and began jumping on Goombas. About 20 minutes later, I made my next Super Jump attempt on another set of Goombas. I jumped on the right most Goomba, as it allowed me the greatest amount of time to see Mario on the screen before he landed on the Goomba. I was now getting really nervous as I now had more than 20 Super Jumps. 21…22…23…24…25…26…27…28…Mario stopped jumping and I let out a frustrated sigh. “28 Super Jumps! Almost!” That’s when I read the chat: GaretheBear: Actually, it’s 27. The first jump does not count. You need 30 TIMED Super Jumps as you could get 0 Super Jumps without timing the button once. I sighed. “Well everyone, I’m going to take a break and then give this another try…” I took another break, mainly because I just messed my diaper. I’m very glad that the stream doesn’t have smell-o-vision as they would all be able to smell the horrible stench coming from my messy diaper. And with my diaper starting to feel warm now, it was time for another change. After changing into a fresh diaper (and sucking on my Glytter pacie), I returned from my break and gave the Super Jumping a few more tries. About 10 minutes later, I tried again. I was now in a state of panic, as I once again had more than 20 Super Jumps. 22…23…24…25…26…27…28…29…30…31…32…33…34…35...36…37…Mario stopped jumping and 400 hit points was dealt to the Goomba, which was way more than enough to kill him. “37!” I shouted. “This challenge is now over. Time to go talk to the Chow in Monstro Town…” I went to Monstro Town, and I talked to the Chow. He rewarded me with the Attack Scarf. He then said something that made my heart sink. He wanted to know if I could do 100 Super Jumps in a row. “WHAT?!” I shouted. “100?!! How?! All I got was 37! How the heck am I supposed to get to 100?!” I looked at the chat and read the rapid comments that came flooding by. Even though slow chat was enabled, the chat still went pretty fast, considering that 1,186 people were watching my stream live: (Mod Badge) Glytter: That was wonderful, Jill! I never even got the Attack Scarf so you’re already doing better than me! Lamtastic: Wow! Congratulations Jillian! Are you going to try for 100? EeveeGirl89: 30? Wow. I’ve never done that many Super Jumps before! JillianYAY HannahBanana: JillianGasp JillianYAY Congratulations Jillian! Justintime2000: Sweet! 30 Super Jumps! BrutalDonut: Wow! You just got 30?! (Mod Badge) MewMewGirl1998: Jillian, I am so proud of you! Congratulations! (VIP Badge) LforLuigi95: Yes! Congrats on the 30! Are you going for 100? (VIP Badge) SpicySparkleSteph: Whoa! You got the 30 jumps! I might try it again! I got sooooo close… After that was a flood of JillianYAYs each from different users, since slow chat only allowed a user to post a new chat every two minutes, due to the high volume of users in my stream. Lamtastic then donated 3,000 more bits because I got 30 Super Jumps. This caused a 3,000-bit hype train, of which at least 35-40 users participated in. Overall, I ended up with a level 12 Hype Train, with 120,000 bits donated. From the totally awesome hype train, I decided to do the unthinkable. I was going to try to get 100 Super Jumps, no matter how long it took. For the last two hours of the stream, that was all that I did. I noted all my failed attempts. 18, 23, 28, 24, 27, 29....Most of my failed attempts had me only getting 13 Super Jumps. About 15 minutes before my stream ended, I broke 30 again, but it was only 32 this time. I had no idea if I would ever get to 100 Super Jumps… After getting ready for bed and drinking my pink Simba baby bottle, I looked up Super Jump strategy videos on YouTube, and I found a user named Puffin who had a YouTube video from 2016, which showed a strategy on how to get to 100 Super Jumps. What surprised me was that Puffin was a woman, as most of the Super Jump strategy videos were made by guys. She described her video as a “Guide for noobs, by another noob”. Puffin broke down the technical details of the super jumping strategy, displaying faded sprites of Mario indicating each frame of timing, until only 3 faded sprites of Mario were left. I learned that the timing was so fast that I had to press the button when I expected Mario to land on the Goomba and just memorize the rhythm and timing window. At the end of the video, she explained that there was no one-size-fits-all strategy to get 100 Super Jumps and that it was all about finding the placebo that worked the best for me. Watching her video gave me a lot of encouragement, as here she was…a woman who got 100 Super Jumps on Super Mario RPG. If Puffin can do it, so could I. Feeling thoroughly encouraged, I sucked on my Glytter pacie and fell asleep. The next day, I did a few practice sessions for trying to get 100 Super Jumps. She mentioned how a lot of it was a mind game, so whether I got anything between 14 and 100, it was all in my head. I looked for the tip of Mario’s shoe to touch the Goomba and I pressed the button just before he touched down. I was very surprised at my results. 44, 35, 39, 47, 43, and….76! A rush of excitement came over me when I got 76 Super Jumps for the very first time. Puffin’s strategy was working, because this noob who has never played Super Mario RPG before just got 76 Super Jumps. If I could get 76, I could get 100. And before you tell me that it’s 75, it’s not. I never count the first jump anymore, so all the numbers are correct. All I needed to do was to calm my nerves when I reached 50 or more Super Jumps in my later attempts. When the stream started, I went right back to my 100 Super Jump attempts. Before I started, I let the chat know that I found a wonderful Super Jump strategy video that got me from 37 yesterday to 76 today. I watched a flood of JillianYAYs flood the chat as I began my attempts. After nearly an hour of getting 48, 42, 59, 67, 71, 84, 89, and various other attempts in the lower numbers for Super Jumps, I tried again. Having done so many Super Jumps at this point, I found my placebo. The perfect calmness that I needed to steady my nerves long enough to last the minute and a half needed to get 100 Super Jumps. This was the same calmness that I discovered when I got 89 Super Jumps just 20 minutes earlier. I relaxed and began the attempt. Moments later, I was still on point. 25…26…27…28…29…30…31…I showed no sign of nervousness. Out of respect, the chatting was at a minimum as they knew how much concentration I needed to pull this off. 57…58…59…60…I was still perfectly poised in my placebo, pressing the Y button every 20th of a second without delay. 78…79…80…81…I was getting very close to 89 once again. 87…88…89…90…I could not believe it. This was the first time that I have gotten 90 or more Super Jumps. But the excitement could not be relished, as my nerves were still comfortably still in a zen-state of calmness. I just needed that calmness to last a little bit longer. 94…95…96…97…98!...99!!!!....100!!! I let out a very loud scream of excitement as I watched Mario deal 904 hit points to a Goomba. I watched the flood of JillianYAYs and all the various other congratulatory messages that were rapidly exploding in chat: GaretheBear: 100!!!!! JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY (Mod Badge) Glytter: YES!!! 100!!! Congratulations Jill! JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY (VIP Badge) Lamtastic: Whoo!!!! Yeah! You did it! Congrats Jill! JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY (Mod Badge) MewMewGirl1998: WOW JILL! You are so amazing! You finally did it! Congrats! JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY (VIP Badge) LforLuigi95: YOU DID IT! 100! JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY Now go to Monstro Town and get your prize! JillianSmile JillianMario Puffin: Wow! I came in at just the right time! Congratulations on 100 Super Jumps, JillianPlays! I gasped. Was this the same Puffin that made that Super Jump strategy video? I began to cry tears of joy. “Puffin!” I shouted. “I watched your video last night and it really helped! Oh my gosh I’m so happy! Thank you!” Puffin couldn’t respond right away, since slow chat was enabled, and she was one of 1,273 currently watching my stream. Moments later, Lamtastic did something totally awesome. He gifted a TIER 3 SUB to Puffin! “Lamtastic!” I shouted. “Thank you for gifting Puffin a TIER 3 Sub! Puffin, enjoy your ad free viewing and all the Tier 1, 2 and 3 emotes! Since the 2 minutes have expired, I got to see another response from Puffin. Puffin: You are very welcome, Jillian! That video was made seven years ago but I’m glad that it’s very helpful! I currently Speedrun Super Mario RPG and I’m looking forward to the Remake. You should also check out my randomizers on this game. Thank you, Lamtastic for the sub! JillianYAY JillianCheer JillianCheer As I was making my way towards Monstro Town, Lamtastic gifted me 10,000 bits, along with 30 other streamers. This again created another Hype Train. Lamtastic then gifted 100 Tier 1 Subs to the community. NatetheGreat also gifted 100 Tier 1 Subs along with SuperStacy87. I now had a level 28 Hype Train! The bits continued coming in, with several smaller donations of thousands of bits each. More subs were gifted in smaller amounts in quantities of 10, 25, and 50. Level 35 was finally complete. But before level 36 could be cleared, the Hype train was over. Altogether, this Hype Train produced 494,464 bits and 407 gifted subs. Now if you know how to do the math at this point, I just made $6,000 in just 15 minutes from that hype train alone. With the Hype Train finally done, I entered the door in Monstro Town and talked to the orange Chow. He told me that my record stood at 100 and jumping more than 100 times was impossible. I proved my point, so now I could give this competition a rest! I received the Super Suit and immediately equipped it on Mario. I was blown away at just how OP it made Mario. For the rest of the stream, I totally wasted all the other enemies that I fought since Mario was so overpowered with the Super Suit. I ended up completing Bean Valley, Nimbus Land, and getting a special item in Grate Guy’s Casino before I ended the stream for the evening. At the rate that I was going, I should be able to finish Super Mario RPG tomorrow. And just to let you know, my JJ Little Besties, I did complete the game. Within 5 hours, I tied up all the loose ends and completed all the remaining areas in Super Mario RPG. With the week once again over, just one week remained before I got to play Super Mario RPG again on the Nintendo Switch. Only this time, it was a remake, so it will be fun to see the differences. For the next week, I just pecked away at New Super Luigi U. It really didn’t take that long to finish at all. Every level was short, so I was able to get through all the levels pretty quickly. Like usual, the special levels were annoying, but I managed to finish the entire game on Thursday, just in time for the Super Mario RPG remake on Friday. Now to spare you the repetition from the previous game, I am going to remark on the differences that I noticed in the new game. The soundtrack was remade, so I enjoyed hearing all the new music. Lamtastic then gave me a crazy challenge of getting 100 Super Jumps before I could even fight the hammer bros. in Mushroom Way. “What?” I gasped. “Mario doesn’t learn Super Jump until level 6! You know that I’ll just be grinding Goombas and Sky Troopas for a while until I get to level 6. Okay chat. Grab some popcorn because this is going to take a while…” After about 40 minutes of grinding, I finally got to level 6 and unlocked Super Jump. Now the challenge began once again. I had to get 100 Super Jumps in the remake. After 10 minutes of failure, I managed to nail the timing for the remake. After another 10 minutes, I found myself in the 90’s once again. 93…94…95…96…97…98!....99…Perfect! After the yellow “Perfect!” appeared on the screen, the Goomba was dead. For completing Lamtastic’s challenge, he rewarded me by donating 50,000 bits! A smaller hype train happened that got to level 15, with just 174,384 bits donated altogether. As for the rest of the game, I enjoyed all the new touches. The chain gauge made it fun, along with the special enemies that gave out frog coins for beating them. I also made it a point to collect every single enemy entry with psychopath (or Thought Peek in this game). I also LOVED how you could swap out allies for additional strategy. I did this a lot when I wanted to heal with Peach. I finished most of the game before having to stop for Thanksgiving break. I played it for a few days, having a special stream on Saturday since I wouldn’t be streaming on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. That brings us to the holidays. I don’t know about you, my JJ Little Besties, but I am very hungry for some turkey. Thanksgiving dinner was held at my grandma and grandpa’s house in Indianapolis. It was rather awkward to go to grandma and grandpa Jennings, as we only ever visited them around Thanksgiving or Christmas. Even when we were younger, my dad was too busy with his job to visit them any more often than around the holidays. As a result, both Jen and I had seven cousins that we hardly knew. My grandparents were on my dad’s side and there were plenty of relatives. The eldest was Uncle Pete. Nobody ever talked about him around the Thanksgiving table as he was always getting into trouble. He never visited for Thanksgiving or Christmas as he was always in jail for some charge regarding either alcohol or drug abuse. My dad was the second oldest. The second youngest after my dad was Aunt Wendy and Uncle Todd. They had four of my cousins. Jake was the oldest at 12 years old. There was then Randy, who was eight. Macy was only five. And last of all was Phoebe, who was turning two in January. The youngest after Aunt Wendy was Uncle David, who was married to my Aunt Helen. They had the remaining three cousins. Monica was the oldest at 15. Brian was 13. And Lydia was the youngest, at just 10. Neither I nor my sister was looking forward to this Thanksgiving as we both knew very little about our family. The only thing that we knew was what little we knew from all the past Thanksgivings and Christmases that we spent with them. We knew even less about our cousins. All I could remember was that Monica was a spoiled brat, and that Brian and Lydia were not any better. Both Uncle David and Aunt Helen lived in a wealthy Chicago suburb so that would explain why the children act all stuck up. As for Aunt Wendy and Uncle Todd’s children, both Jake and Randy were tolerable at best. They weren’t as bad as my older cousins, but Macy was a nosy little brat that always got into everything. She got into all of my makeup when she was four last Christmas, and I am still upset about it. Phoebe wasn’t much trouble since she was still just a toddler. But what would be trouble is trying to pack all of my diapers for Thanksgiving. While it won’t be that bad for Thanksgiving, I will be staying longer for Christmas so I will be needing a lot more diapers. And speaking of diapers, both Jen and I decided that it would be a good idea to watch the ball drop-in Times Square. I jokingly told her that there are no bathrooms and if she was going to stand there for 9 hours, she would NEED to wear a diaper. My twin sister laughed when I told her this. “Jill,” she told me. “I am not standing there and watching my bladder suffer for nine hours. Just give me one of your diapers. If Times Square has no bathrooms on New Years Eve, I’ll just be wearing a bathroom!” At this, we both laughed at the same time. “And make it one of your pink Trests! I am not wearing your weird baby diapers. Besides, I think that the Trest has the best absorbency…” I nodded and laughed. “That’s an ISO rating. It may say 9500 mL but it’s only good for about 70% of that. After that, it loses its functionality.” Jen nodded. “That’s right! I remember reading about it somewhere.” The idea was solidified when I told her about how MewMewGirl1998 lived right in Manhattan and how she would let us stay in her apartment after midnight to sleep overnight. Getting back on track, my sister and I arranged two flights for our family and one flight for New Year’s Eve. The first flight was a round trip ticket from Philadelphia to Indianapolis for the Wednesday before Thanksgiving (November 22nd). The flight would return on November 24th. The second flight is a round trip ticket from Philadelphia to Indianapolis and would leave on December 22nd and return on December 26th. The final flight is a round trip ticket from Philadelphia to JFK on December 30th. The flight would return on January 1st, 2024. Both grandma and grandpa picked Jen and I up from the airport and drove us to their house, which was about 24 minutes away. I packed some entertainment, but most of my other checked luggage bag had diapers in it. Most of the trip to their house was awkward, but my grandma tried to break the silence. My grandpa, on the other hand, looked like he was about to drift into a nap. “So Jillian dear…” she said, smiling at me from the rearview mirror. “Are you still going to school? Getting that degree at that Cleveland State University?” I sighed. “Grandma, I already graduated and got my degree! I then had to move to Philadelphia to live with my twin sister…” Grandma Jennings nodded as she continued to drive back to her home. “Well that’s very nice of your sister Jennifer. Always loved my twin granddaughters. Now Jen. Were you able to finish school? Is it hard to do your studies while putting a roof over your sister’s head?” My twin sister, who was sitting in the seat next to me, sighed while giving a patient smile. “Grandma, didn’t I tell you over the phone a couple of months ago? I have my Master’s Degree in Accounting and I earned my CPA. I have now been working at Conway, Phillips, & Associates for nine months now.” A bright smile came over my grandma’s face. “That’s really good Jennifer.” She focused her attention back on me. “Now Jillian. Were you able to find a job with that degree of yours? What was it that you always wanted to be? A news anchor? I can remember you pretending to be one at the dinner table when you were only six years old! I can remember the excitement on your face, dear.” I shook my head and managed a smile. “No grandma,” I told her. “I’m actually a Twitch streamer. I broadcast myself live and I play video games all day. Everyone can subscribe to me or give me a donation.” Grandma gasped. “Is that were you are using a computer? I didn’t know that you could actually make money doing that.” My sister Jen chimed in. “It’s true. Jill has made more than $133,000 in just October alone.” Grandma gasped as she slammed the brakes at a stop light. “Really? Really Jillian? You made that much in just one month?” I nodded. “Yes grandma. I myself couldn’t believe it, but the money is real.” “Well, you’re going to have to show me this Twitch thing when we get to the house. I also need to let Willy know. He’s always trying to think of good ideas that make money. Hey Willy! Wake up! Our granddaughter Jillian is making oodles of money from this thing called Twitch!” Grandpa was roused awake, and he sat up. “What? Huh? Our granddaughter is making money?” Grandma nodded. “Yes. Jillian. From something called Twitch…” Grandpa smiled. “Isn’t that one of those streaming things like YouTube? I always wanted to talk all about fishing. There’s all kinds of fishing channels on YouTube…” “And cooking!” Grandma said, smiling. “I can’t stop watching those cooking videos…” Grandpa got out his cell phone and tapped away. “What is it? Twitch?” I nodded. Grandpa accessed the Twitch website on his phone and found some live channels on the home page. “Wow! So, you can watch all these live broadcasts anytime? Neat. I wonder if I can find one on fishing?” “Don’t forget cooking!” Grandma chimed in. “It shows almost 10,000 people watching this one…” Grandpa said smiling. “Well Jillian, show us when you get there!” About ten minutes later, my grandma arrived at a house that was around 3,800 square feet, with four bedrooms, three bathrooms, and a basement. It looked like a slightly older home, built in the mid 1990’s. After we all entered, grandma laid out where everyone would be staying. My parents and both of my aunts and uncles would be staying in all the other bedrooms. Most of my cousins would be staying in the basement, while Macy and Phoebe would be sleeping with Wendy and Todd in one of the bedrooms. Jen and I would be sleeping in the living room on sleeping bags. After Jen and I got everything situated, I took grandma aside to share my personal secret with her. I took her to a nearby bathroom and closed the door. “Grandma?” I said in a hushed tone. “I want to be very low key about this, but I was in an accident where I injured my pelvis. As a result, I am now urinary incontinent, and I need to wear diapers 24/7 for the rest of my life. The same thing is happening with my fecal incontinence…” Grandma nodded. “Okay dear. Well, you know that it will get out sooner or later. Let me get you a trash bag to take care of your wet and soiled undergarments. When it gets full, just put it in the trash. Grandpa and I will take care of the trash. I will want to know how this accident happened, so you’ll want to tell me later…” “I will,” I told her. Grandma left and I changed myself into a new diaper. About an hour later, both grandma and grandpa wanted me to show them Twitch, while my sister stood nearby. I saw my mother and father both sitting in recliners, impatiently waiting. Mom looked like she was playing a game on her cellphone while dad was also glancing at his phone in boredom. Dad glanced up at both of us. “Jill! Jen!” he shouted. “How are my two girls?” Both Jen and I exchanged glances and smiled. “Good dad,” I told him. “We both have jobs!” Jen said, smiling. My mom looked up from her cellphone game and sat her phone down on the coffee table. “How are my miracle girls?” “Miracle girls?” Grandma said, smiling. “Are you going to tell us that story again about how you found out that you had twins? That reminds me, Jane. Where is my other sister-in-law? What’s your twin Jodie doing?” My mom sighed. “Doing her own thing. Where did she say she was? A cruise? And no, I’m not going to tell that story again. You have all heard the story enough. An identical twin giving birth to identical twins? That’s a 1 in 250 chance.” My sister smiled. “That is kind of neat when you think about it. Both Jill and I are 1 in 250…” My mom smiled. “That’s why I call you two my miracle girls…Now, how are you two doing? Did Jill finish school yet?” I scowled. “Mom! I invited you and dad to graduation, and you never came!” My mom nodded. “Yes dear. It was too expensive for both Raymond and me to go to your graduation…” Jen sighed. “That’s an excuse, mom! Both times I offered to pay for graduation. Even my sister’s!” My dad smiled. “She had a date with a bottle of whisky…” My mom’s face turned red. “Shut up! It’s no different than you and your cigarettes…” My grandma chimed in. “Enough. If you two are going to fight, we’ll get some boxing gloves, and you can settle it outside…” “Or, they can leave this room and discuss it in private.” My grandpa said. “That’s what I think Ray should do. Now Jill. I would like to hear more about Twitch…” I nodded. Over the next 15-20 minutes, I showed them my JillianPlays Twitch channel. Fortunately, the embarrassing VOD of me with my “wardrobe malfunction” was already deleted, as Twitch only keeps VOD’s up to two months unless the VOD was saved under highlights. And with this one being from August, it was already deleted. At the time that I showed him, I had 1,694,423 followers and 71,478 subscribers. After showing them Twitch and what I was making off of my channel, my grandparents were impressed. My parents even looked a little impressed, too. And even Aunt Wendy, Aunt Helen, Uncle Todd, and Uncle David, who all entered halfway through the discussion were looking interested. After the discussion, Jen gave everyone a weak smile. “I have a job too. I work as a CPA at one of the best CPA firms in Philadelphia…” Grandma smiled. “That too is good, and we’re proud of you as well, Jen.” The other kids didn’t really pay much attention to us, as they were all playing in the basement. The first night at my grandma and grandpa’s didn’t go too bad. I somehow managed to sleep in my sleeping bag, despite how uncomfortable it was. My diaper at least provided me with some extra padding while I laid on the floor, zipped up in the sleeping bag while I felt the cool air around my face. During the next day, my grandma was busy in the kitchen with mom, Aunt Wendy, and Aunt Helen while they all began preparing Thanksgiving dinner. Once again, my cousins were not any problem as they were still playing downstairs. They did come up for breakfast and showers, but that was about it. To pass the time away, both my sister and I played Animal Crossing on our Nintendo Switches. When my Uncle Todd saw this, he smiled. “Doing some work?” He said in a joking tone. “I heard about that JillianPlays Twitch channel that you told mother and father-in-law. “If you’re making that much, that’s quite the business…” I smiled as I continued to decorate my island. “It is. It’s a lot of fun…” A few hours later, the turkey was ready to be taken out of the oven. I saw all of my cousins upstairs at this point. I used this opportunity to find a spare bathroom to change into a new diaper. I grabbed my backpack purse and walked into the bedroom that Aunt Wendy and Uncle Todd were staying in. As I walked through the bedroom, I saw a pack n play set up, which was probably set up for Phoebe. Next to the pack ‘n play were two open sacks of Pampers Cruisers diapers, with two open sacks of Pampers Swaddlers Overnights diapers right next to them. For each pair of sacks, one was a Size 3, and the other was a Size 4. While I knew that Phoebe still wore diapers, I was surprised to see additional diapers in the room for Macy. Just last year, Macy was wearing big girl underwear during the day and wore diapers to bed because of her nighttime accidents. Now, I’m not seeing any big girl panties anywhere? Did Macy experience any kind of regression in the past year? Perhaps it was not my business to pry into my cousin’s private matter with my aunt and uncle regarding Macy’s possible toileting issues. Instead, I entered the bathroom and closed the door to change into a new diaper. Fortunately, it was just another wet one. I don’t know what I’m going to do when I have my first messy diaper at my grandma and grandpa’s. What if it happens at the Thanksgiving table? Well, I guess it happens then. I changed into a new diaper and suddenly began to overhear my Aunt Wendy talking to Macy. “Macy, we got to get you into another diaper,” my aunt told her. “No!” Macy shouted. “I wanna play with my brothers and other cousins!” I quietly cracked the door open to catch just a glimpse of my cousin being laid on the floor by my aunt. She pinched the diaper underneath the dress. “See Macy?” She told my cousin. “It’s all wet. Your diaper is all wet. You don’t tell me when you’re wet. You don’t tell me when you have to pee. That’s why I had to put you back into diapers, honey. Macy dear, do we want to try the potty again? It doesn’t have to be this weekend, but soon.” Macy stuck out her tongue and made a raspberry sound. “I don’t like the potty. Plus, I keep missing and can never make it.” I watched as my aunt lifted up my cousin’s dress and peeled open both tabs on her soggy diaper that sagged between her legs. She got out a couple of wipes and wiped her, before getting out a new Pampers Cruisers Size 4 and powdering the core. She powdered Macy and folded up the diaper between her legs. She snapped the new tabs open and fastened them both snugly around the landing zone. She wadded up the soggy diaper into a ball. “There Macy. You’re in a new diaper. Now, let’s have a nice Thanksgiving dinner. You can go play afterwards.” Macy stood up and walked out with my aunt, who was holding the soggy diaper. “Mommy! Mommy! Is there going to be mashed potatoes? I love mashed potatoes!” I left the bathroom and entered the dining room. I was now ready for a nice Thanksgiving feast. The meal was finally served, and we went by family, from oldest to youngest. Grandma and Grandpa served themselves first, and then let all the families go after them. With my dad being the second oldest, my family went first, with my parents serving themselves before both Jen and I served ourselves. I filled my plate with turkey and generous portions of homemade stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, green bean casserole, cranberry orange relish, cranberry sauce, candied yams, fruit salad, garlic stuffed olives, and grandma’s hearty garlic butter dinner rolls (I grabbed two since they were so good). There was not even any room on my plate for a piece of Aunt Wendy’s Jello mold or Aunt Helen’s zucchini casserole. I would need seconds to eat all the rest of the food. After my family, all the younger Jennings (or former Jennings in Aunt Wendy’s case) after dad went next. Aunt Wendy and Uncle Todd went next, with Aunt Wendy making small plates for Macy and Phoebe before serving herself. My cousins Jake and Randy served themselves afterward. Uncle David and Aunt Helen then went, followed by Monica, Brian, and Lydia. The seating in the dining room had 16 chairs, with the 17th one being a highchair for Phoebe. I am guessing that this will be Phoebe’s last year in a highchair before she gets a booster seat with Macy next year. We all took our seats, one by one as we got our food. None of us were allowed to eat the food until grandpa said the blessing and grandma asked each one of us what we were thankful for. Grandpa said the blessing, thanking God for the food and for all of us being able to spend Thanksgiving together as a family. After the blessing was over, Grandma then had everyone go clockwise around the table, saying what we were thankful for. When it was my turn, I said that I was thankful for my wonderful Twitch job that has allowed me to make such a crazy amount of money that I totally didn’t deserve. My sister Jen was thankful for her family and her accounting job. The room got very quiet, as everyone started to pig out on their food. Phoebe started to cry when she didn’t want to eat anymore, but Aunt Wendy handled her tantrum like a pro, lifting her out of her highchair and sticking a pacifier in her mouth, after she made sure that her food was thoroughly washed down from her sippy cup. Randy was scolded by Uncle Todd for playing with his mashed potatoes and was promised dessert if he stopped. As everyone was finishing their plates (and my sister almost done with hers), mine was already finished so I made a smaller plate consisting of a little more stuffing, a piece of Aunt Wendy’s Jello mold and a generous spoonful of Aunt Helen’s zucchini casserole. I walked back to my seat, just as my sister Jen was getting up with her empty plate for a much smaller round of seconds. Just as I began to eat the zucchini casserole, I felt a large churning in my abdomen, followed by a massive bowel movement creating an intense amount of pressure in my gastrointestinal tract. The bowel movement came so fast and sudden that there was no way that I could hold in what was about to be released. Within the next couple of seconds, I heard a loud fart, followed by an intense rush of warm mass which began to fill the back end of my diaper. I began to feel the hot and sticky mass on my skin around my buttocks against the brown soaked padding of my diaper. I felt the warm mass travel from my butt, all the way between my legs before feeling another warmth of pee, which made the diaper begin to swell and expand between my legs. And there was no stopping the warm rush of pee after it started. In the middle of me pissing myself, Aunt Wendy, who sat to the right of me, began to smell the foul stench that began to fill her nostrils. “Pee-yew! Did Macy or Phoebe just make a stinky?” She immediately began to check Macy’s diaper. “Nope. But you are a little damp. How about…My Phoebe Beebee?” She gave a gentle pinch to Phoebe’s diaper and gave it a pat, as she did with Macy’s diaper. “Huh! No stinky from you either!” Looking very puzzled, her eyes darted around the room to figure out the source of the smell. She bent her face down and began smelling near my skirt. “Jill? Did you just have an accident?” A series of gasps began to fill the Thanksgiving table. Monica sat her fork down on her plate and pointed at me from across the table. “Jill, did you just shit your pants?” Aunt Helen, who sat right next to Jill gave her a slap on the arm. “Monica! We don’t talk like that! Young lady, if I hear one more curse like that, I’m getting out the soap.” “Mommy, did Jill just poop her pants?” Randy asked Aunt Wendy. “Yeah!” Macy chimed in. “Did she, mommy? Cause it smells really bad over here…” Jake, who was sitting next to Randy, nodded. “Yeah. I can smell it too!” “Mom, that’s so gross!” Lydia shouted. “Is Jill a retard?” “Lydia!” Aunt Helen shouted. “The same goes for you as Monica. Say that again and you’re going to have a mouth full of soap…” “I can smell it too…” Brian added. My face was now burning red at this point. I stood up and grabbed my “diaper bag”. “Um…” I stammered. “I’m going to the bathroom to ch-ch-change…my diaper!” Before I could even see the reactions of anyone in the dining room, I broke into a mad sprint towards the nearest bathroom. This bathroom just so happened to be right near the dining room, so I was still within range of all the hushed voices that I heard as I began to change this messy diaper. Fortunately, it was not a blowout, so I was thankful for that. But I could hear all the whispering continue as I spent the next 15 minutes using wipe after wipe to remove every trace of shit from my messy explosion. I piled all the stained wipes into my soiled diaper until I didn’t see a single trace of brown on any of other wipes that I used. Having plenty of experience at this point, I made sure to wipe up and down my back and between my legs until I got every trace of fecal matter wiped clean. After being wiped clean, I washed my hands three times in the sink before applying a generous amount of Aquaphor all over my butt and my lower frontal region. I was finally ready to put on a new diaper. To calm my anxiety from this embarrassing event, I got out my Glytter pacifier and began sucking on it while I powdered a new Animooz diaper. I laid down on it before powdering my frontal area and crotch. I then brought the diaper between my legs and fastened the thigh tapes and waist tapes snugly before pulling out the leg cuffs to ensure that I wouldn’t leak. I pulled down my skirt and washed my hands one more time before leaving the bathroom. My heart began to pound violently as I greatly dreaded the conversation that I was about to have with my family regarding their discovery of my incontinence… All of the hushed voices began silent as I entered the dining room. I sat down next to my twin sister, and she gave me a soft pat on the back. “It’s going to be okay, Jill…” she whispered into my ear. “Grandma explained your incontinence problem to everyone…” Grandma looked at me with a non-judgmental smile. “Jill,” she addressed me. “I had to tell them about your problem, but now we are all wondering what the cause of it was. When I asked your sister Jen, she told me to wait until you got out of the bathroom. Now, how did you damage your pelvis, dear?” I glanced at Jen and then back at the table before I produced a nervous smile. “Believe it or not,” I told my family. “Jen is the only one that has a reliable account of what happened. I’ll explain why.” I took a swig of water and then cleared my throat. “First of all, I would like to thank my sister for being so hospitable to me. When I needed her the most…” I began to sob. “She stopped everything and picked me up from Cleveland! About five months ago, I had only $20.83 to pay the $950 rent for May. My sister flew down the very next day from Philadelphia and paid all of that rent. I packed up a few bags and went back to Philadelphia to live with her.” “That night that I flew back, both her and her boyfriend treated me to a wonderful dinner at the Capital Grille. While the dinner wasn’t important, the bottle of wine that I had with it is important to the story. I had an entire bottle of Walt, Las Brisa, Sonoma Coast, which got me very drunk. So drunk that I couldn’t remember anything for the rest of the night. My sister said that I was loud and obnoxious, and she even told me that I tried to walk back to the apartment by myself.” “Just as my sister’s boyfriend was getting the SUV to take me back in, I was starting to run away from the restaurant. I stepped off the curb towards the street. Then my sister said that after she called me, I ran back to the restaurant but didn’t see the curb. I ran so fast and tripped so hard with no balance that I ended up fracturing my pelvis. The fracture wasn’t enough to affect my mobility, but I immediately noticed my sudden loss of continence as I woke up from my drunken state covered in vomit and pee, crying while I was in a fetal position.” “Over the next few days, I thought it was no big deal. I thought that I only peed myself because I was drunk. But after having eight nights in a row where I wet the bed, I had to buy diapers for my nighttime incontinence. But over time, my incontinence began to get progressively worse. I even began to experience occasional fecal incontinence from time to time.” Grandma gasped. “Oh dear, Jill! Did you see a doctor?” I nodded. “I saw a doctor about three months ago and got a full x-ray of my pelvic region. I then saw a urologist and from the x-rays that she saw, there was no bleeding or any other trauma she could detect, besides just a large amount of damage to a lot of my nerves connecting my spinal cord to my bladder. And based on the damage, the urologist said that the prognosis was not good, and that I would need to wear diapers for the rest of my life. So go ahead, everyone. Call me a diaper baby…” I saw Monica about to say something but was quickly silenced by Aunt Helen’s evil eye. Finally, my sister broke the silence and gave me a big hug. “Oh Jill…You are not a diaper baby. You are just an adult that was dealt with an unfortunate circumstance. A freak accident that has given you severe incontinence. Don’t be ashamed that you need to wear them because of that. Because what would the other option be? There would’ve been a huge mess on your clothes and all over the chair and carpet!” Uncle Todd nodded and gave me an understanding look. “That’s a rather unfortunate circumstance that you have to deal with. Being an experienced neurosurgeon, I work regularly in the medical field. I have experienced this issue with different patients from time to time. Fortunately, the other doctors are the ones that have to deal with the issue, as my specialty lies in performing craniotomies and other surgeries on patients that have experienced these traumas from sports, near fatal car accidents, or being victims of domestic assault. And yes, some of those patients have experienced the same pelvic fractures resulting in varying degrees of incontinence, but at least your cranium is perfectly intact.” I nodded. “Thanks Uncle Todd…” My cousin Jake then gave me a smile. “Don’t worry about it, Jill. Everyone is different. I’m not going to make fun of your difference.” My grandpa nodded and glanced at all the empty plates that now filled the whole table. “You’re going to be fine, Jill. Now, I’m hungry for some dessert! Nancy dear, can you and the other wonderful ladies get out the pies and ice cream?” My grandma smiled. “With pleasure! Jane, Wendy, Helen, let’s get out the dessert!” Over the next few minutes, my grandma, my mom, and both my aunts brought out all the pies and ice cream for dessert and sat them all on the large island in the kitchen. There was a chocolate cream pie, Pumpkin Pie, Apple Pie, Raspberry Pie, and Rhubarb Pie, with Reddi Whip and half gallon containers of French vanilla and Chocolate Ice cream. The same rules for dinner applied to dessert, so my family was the first to go after grandma and grandpa each got a slice of pie (grandma got a slice of apple pie and grandpa got a slice of rhubarb pie). Aunt Helen had pie duty, so she served each of us the slices that we wanted, which were up to two. After mom and dad got their chocolate creams and pumpkins, I requested a slice of chocolate cream pie and pumpkin pie. My sister got the same thing, with the same amounts of whipped cream on each slice, with a scoop of chocolate and vanilla ice cream. Over the next 20 minutes, we were all eating pie and ice cream. With there being only 12 slices left, there was enough for a few of us to have thirds. Both my sister and I volunteered and got a raspberry slice. Other volunteers included Uncle Todd, Uncle David, and my dad. My grandpa even got a second piece, which was apple. With just six leftover pieces of pie, Aunt Wendy put the pie and ice cream away while the other women were washing up all of the dishes, with Uncle Todd and Dad drying them. For all the rest of the day, I felt very lethargic from all the Thanksgiving dinner and dessert that sat inside my stomach. My sister and I, and a few other adults lounged on the furniture in the living room and took a short nap. After the nap, my sister and I continued playing Animal Crossing and did some more decorating on our islands. That night wasn’t as bad either. Unlike the first night, I slept like a log, due to all the food that I ate for Thanksgiving. My sweet slumber was interrupted while it was still dark outside. I could hear the sound of rustling. Then a few gentle steps each accompanied by a soft crinkle. I glanced at the faint glow coming from the time display on my cell phone. 5:24 AM. Just who could be making all this noise so early in the morning? I then began to smell a horrible stench. Having just squirmed in my diaper a little bit, it was quite obvious that I didn’t mess myself. My diaper, however, was heavily sagging between my legs. Because I was at my grandparent’s for Thanksgiving, I wasn’t wearing a onesie or a footed sleeper, but a pink nightgown. The rustling grew louder, and the stench grew worse. The quiet sauntering crinkles became a full blown trot, as the frequency of the crinkles began to increase with speed. I could make out a small silhouette with long hair. It was her. That little brat. Macy. Before Macy could even enter the bedroom door that was open a crack, I quietly approached her. This sent Macy running back to the living room, next to my sleeping bag and my sister’s. I then saw it. My backpack purse was completely unzipped, with every one of my diapers for the next day all strewn out across the floor. Macy was holding one of my Tykables Animooz diapers, staring at it in amazement. She looked as if she was mesmerized by it, like she’s never seen an adult-sized diaper before. Macy then gave me a curious glance. “Jill,” she said with a smile. “Do you wear diapers? I found all these in your purse…” I snatched the diaper out of Macy’s hand. “Yes.” I quietly told her, looking annoyed. “And just to let you know, my purse is off limits. Just like my makeup was from last year. Remember that?” But Macy picked up another diaper that was on the floor. “They’re so big…Much bigger than mine…” Macy unzipped her footed sleeper to reveal her totally soiled Pampers Swaddlers Overnights diaper. The smell was now so bad that I could barely breathe, and the crotch of the diaper was heavily sagging. She held the Animooz diaper next to hers and gasped. “Why do you wear diapers, Jill? Don’t you know how to use the potty?” I scowled, as I snatched the second diaper from my little brat cousin. “Why? Because your cousin Jill got a big boo boo down below her stomach and her wires that make it easy for her to hold pee got damaged so now your cousin Jill can’t hold it anymore and she needs to wear diapers all the time.” Brat! What kind of question was that? I decided to turn the tables on Macy and asked her the exact same question. “Macy, why do YOU wear diapers? What happened to using the potty like a big girl?” Macy gave a quick brush of her hands across the soft cloth backing of her diaper. She then gave me a cutesy smile. “I wear them cause the toilet is yucky! I like diapers better!” I almost laughed at the absurdity of Macy’s logic. How is sitting in a pee and poop-soaked diaper any better than sitting on a yucky toilet? I then nodded as I stared at Macy. Yup. At five years old, Macy already had it all figured out. In just one year, Macy went from wearing her big girl underwear during the day to being put back in diapers. Her nighttime diapers were still a thing a year ago, but now Macy wore diapers all the time. I could see the wheels spinning in Macy’s head. She’s much smarter than what the adults give her credit for. She knew exactly how to get what she wants, and she was playing her mother like a fiddle. Her mother was such a fool to just cave in and put Macy back in diapers. Could it have anything to do with Macy’s petite size? Macy looked more like a three-year-old than a five-year-old. Especially if she could still fit into Size 4 diapers at 5-years-old. A normal five-year-old girl should be able to fit into size 6 diapers. Maybe size 5 if they were a little smaller. All of a sudden, my sister sat up and noticed me holding two diapers. She then glanced at Macy, who was still standing in nothing but her wet and soiled diaper, with her unzipped footed sleeper laying on the floor nearby. “Macy!” Jen quietly shouted. “What are you doing with your pajamas off? Get them back on and go back to your mommy and daddy’s room!” Jen then glanced at me, and then at all the remaining diapers lying on the floor. “Let me guess. Did Macy get into your purse while you were sleeping?” I nodded. “Figures,” Jen told me. “A year ago, it was your makeup. Now the little ball of fire wants to snoop in your belongings!” She turned to face Macy. “Macy, get back…” Jen’s words were cut short as Macy grabbed one of my diapers and ran back into the bedroom, giggling all the way. I could then hear Macy’s voice from the other room. “Mommy Mommy! Look Mommy! I got one of Cousin Jill’s diapers! Why are they so big, mommy?” The next thing that I heard was Phoebe crying in the other room. “Macy! You just woke your little sister up! Here Todd. Give Phoebe the Pacifier. I will calm down Macy….And change her diaper. Woo! It’s time for a little changie poo! No! Stop! Macy!” Macy ran back out to the living room where Jen and I were, still holding one of my diapers. A frustrated Aunt Wendy followed Macy into the living room when she glanced at me and Jen. “Oh, I’m very sorry about this. Macy has her moments. I don’t know if this would help, but to explain her behavior, we had her evaluated. The doctors say that she’s on the autism spectrum.” I glanced at my five-year-old cousin, still prancing around the room in a wet and soiled diaper. Yup. Definitely autism. Aunt Wendy gave Macy a stern look. “Macy, that is not yours. That is your Cousin Jill’s. Give it back.” Macy sighed, as she hesitated to let it go. “But why is it so big, mommy?” Aunt Wendy gave me an embarrassed smile. “Macy dear, it’s so big because Jill is much bigger than you. She needs a bigger diaper since she’s a much bigger girl.” Macy grinned. “Okay!” She dropped the diaper in front of me and gave me and her mother a cutesy smile. Aunt Wendy picked up Macy, who wrapped her arms around her mother. Aunt Wendy then reached down for Macy’s footed sleeper and cupped it in one of her hands as she carried Macy back into the bedroom. “Macy, you smell because you made a stinky. I’m going to clean you up, get you into a fresh diaper, and get you back into your jammies. Then we’re going back to sleep until the sun says hello. Okay?” “Okay mommy! I want the sun to say hello…” Macy then broke into a cutesy song, repeating that she wanted the sun to say hello. I gathered all the scattered diapers on the floor and put them all back into my backpack purse. I then zipped it all back up. Jen then glanced at me and smiled. “That Macy…such a handful!” I nodded. “Tell me about it. Poor Aunt Wendy is never going to get Macy out of diapers. That Macy is just walking all over her, and she knows it…” Jen nodded. “At least I will assert my authority when I’m a mother someday…” I yawned. “Okay. It’s 5:43. Let’s go back to sleep!” I got back in my sleeping bag and dug inside to find my Glytter pacie. I sucked on it, hid it back in my sleeping bag, and by some miracle, I fell back asleep. The very next morning, both Jen and I said our goodbyes to our grandparents, our parents, our aunts and uncles, and all seven of our cousins. Especially Macy, who’s still a little brat. But even worse than a year ago, she’s now a diapered brat. I just hope that she doesn’t pull any other stunts like this around Christmas time… Grandma and grandpa drove us back to the airport at around 1:30 that day, since we had a plane to catch at around 3:30 in the afternoon. Both Jen and I flew back to Philadelphia, and I once again cancelled my stream, since I wouldn’t want to cut out any of my streaming time. That weekend was a chill weekend with my twin sister, since both Gary and Joey were still visiting their relatives for Thanksgiving weekend. During all of next week, I was able to resume my Super Mario RPG game. I did all of the Yoshi races in Yo’ster Isle until I had enough to feed the baby Yoshi 30 Yoshi cookies to make it fat. I then kept racing until I maxed out my cookies at 200. I bought the Beetle Mania game in Mushroom Kingdom and beat the Hi Score. I then stayed at the Suite in Marrymore three times to get both the Flower Tab and Flower Jar. I worked as a bellhop to get the Flower Box. I completed the whole Lamb’s Lure/Sheep Attack side quest, which was tedious considering everything I had to do to unlock the attack. I played the Goomba bashing game in Pipe Vault until I got a Flower Jar. After all of my meandering with the sidequests, I finally continued the game, completing Barrel Volcano and getting the Sixth Star. I then played through Bowser’s Keep and ended the stream after beating Exor. On the very next day, I played through Factory Gate and beat the game. I then completed all of the end game content. The last boss took me the longest, and I was able to get all the Psychopath (Thought Peek) entries and complete the game. For the rest of the week, I just played more Animal Crossing: New Horizons and would figure out what to play next after the weekend. Like the month before, Jen checked my November balance Friday after my streaming was over. She glanced at the balance for Twitch and gasped. “$200,407.50! I was right! You are now making more than my entire year’s salary in one month!” With JillianPlays at 401,482 Subscribers now on YouTube, I made another $28,021.50 for November. Jillian in Diapers, however, was blowing away JillianPlays. At 954,762 subscribers, it had more than double the subscribers of JillianPlays, and was making me $63,726 for November. For November, I hauled in a total of $292,155, bringing my total earnings to date to $577,477.30. My total earnings have now more than doubled! That weekend, both Jen and I went on our dates with our boyfriends. We decided to make it a double date since that was something that we had never done before. I made sure that I had my pink Trest diapers so that Gary wouldn’t suspect my ABDL diapers. The next day, both Jen and I decided to go to the King of Prussia mall after church. So, my JJ Little Besties, that brings us full circle to the present. Did you enjoy the long recap? Good. Because we are moving on to the next part of the story. Both Christmas and New Years. Since the very day that I came back from my grandparents in Indianapolis, my sister has wasted no time in turning our apartment into a Christmasy wonderland. She decked every hall that she could and got out an artificial tree which she took from our parents when she moved out since they never used the tree once. (My dad hated it and wanted a real Christmas tree). She set up the artificial tree and turned on the lights, before hanging various ornaments on it. She had Christmas music playing on Spotify around the clock and got out some of the older decorations that my mom didn’t want to use anymore. A calendar that counted down the days until Christmas. A couple of snowmen and Santa figurines. We even needed to have the Christmas hand towels in the bathroom. So after church that Sunday, we both put our Santa hats on and went to the King of Prussia mall to do some Christmas shopping for our family. There was a seasonal Christmas store at the mall, so we both bought eight pairs of thigh length candy cane socks. After we bought a few odds and ends for our family, we went home to Metro City Apartments. That day, I decided to pay off all of my student loan that I owed to Cleveland State University. I went on my student loan website and provided details for my current financial institution (PFCU). I put in my Savings Account number and Routing Number and paid off the principal of $130,000 that I owed as of June, plus the nearly six additional months of interest to the four years that has accrued over time. This was an additional $18,000 of interest, which I paid in full. With both principal and interest fully paid, the $148,000 that I owed Cleveland State University was all paid for. My student loan was gone, and I was finally debt free. The rest of the day was just a lazy day, as I watched my sister play Animal Crossing instead of playing myself. The next day, I decided to treat myself to an early Christmas gift. A 2024 AMG S 63 E Performance S-Class Mercedes-Benz with the full package. And it couldn’t be just any one of them. It had to be the same white color as my sister Jen’s. And having done some research, Mercedes-Benz of Cherry Hill, New Jersey could get me a brand-new Mercedes-Benz in that model and color that I wanted. But a brand-new Mercedes-Benz like my sister’s would set me back $275,000 brand new. And that was BEFORE tax (which was 8% since my sister and I live in Philadelphia, and I would be registering the car in Pennsylvania instead of New Jersey). But knowing my sister, she wouldn’t want me to spend more money than what I was making, considering that I needed enough to pay for the income tax (which she told me was going to be 37% based off of what I was making). When I ran the numbers, that’s when I figured out that I wouldn’t be able to afford the Mercedes-Benz until January. With that, I called back Mercedes-Benz Cherry Hill and told them to ready me the same color and model for January of 2024. And since I would be waiting, I would be able to pay off the entire car in full without a loan (which PFCU could only loan up to $100,000). But it still made me excited for 2024. New Year, new car. Over the next three weeks, I started playing the 3D Mario games. I got 120 Stars in Super Mario 64, 120 Shine Sprites in Super Mario Sunshine, and 120 Stars as Mario in Super Mario Galaxy. I was only about five hours into my Luigi run on Thursday, December 21st when Jen and I had to leave for Indianapolis the next day for Christmas at my grandparents. But before we get there, I would like to get out my sour remarks on some of the hardest levels in each 3D Mario Game. Tick Tock Clock can just die in a blender and Rainbow Ride can just go to hell and back. I can’t tell you how many times I had to reload my save states on every single attempt! And for Super Mario Sunshine, I swear that a sadistic man created the pachinko machine. And who ever thought that it was a good fricking idea to design an optional level that is so hard to get to with Yoshi? I must have lost Yoshi TEN TIMES before I could even get to the level. And what’s with the poisonous water? It doesn’t even look poison, until you touch it and die! I must have game overed at least four different times before I got all 8 red coins on the lily pad. Those secret levels are as cheap as hell. Especially that STUPID chuckster level. How am I supposed to know the perfect camera angle? Game? And for Super Mario Galaxy, the daredevil comets are stupidly cheap. The 100 Purple coins on the summit is aggravating if you miss the final long jump, which I did TWICE! I HATE the cosmic clone races, the Dusty Dunes 100 Purple Coins, and Luigi’s Fricking Purple Coins! Seriously, how am I supposed to get 100 of the 150 coins available? By dying a million times, I guess…Well, my JJ Little Besties, that is all the salt that I have left to expend before a nice Christmas break at my grandparents (which hopefully will be nice since I have to see Macy the diapered brat again…). Considering how much I shared for Thanksgiving, Christmas was pretty much a similar experience. The key difference was that my entire family knew about my incontinence, so there were no questions as to why I needed so much luggage to pack 24 diapers. I know that Aunt Wendy was close enough to drive, as they lived in Cincinnati, which was about 2 hours from Indianapolis. With that being the case, having enough diapers for Macy and Phoebe while traveling was not an issue. My grandparents picked up both my sister and I at the airport, and my sister and I each needed a third bag of luggage just to hold all the wrapped Christmas gifts for everyone. The four days that I spent with my relatives went surprisingly much better than I thought. And while I expected Macy to be her bratty self, she was surprisingly on her best behavior. I was guessing that she was told that Santa would not get her any gifts if she misbehaved. Or worse, she would only get coal for Christmas. But the one thing that didn’t change about Macy was the number of times that I saw Aunt Wendy take Macy into the other room to change her into a new diaper. Macy just didn’t want to use the bathroom anymore, and I’m guessing that she has been doing this for almost the past year. How do I know? Macy was wearing big girl underwear the couple of times that I saw her a year ago. But now, Macy is only wearing diapers, and she is acting more like a three-year-old than a five-year-old. Just what is going on when she is in kindergarten? Does she go to the school nurse to get changed? Perhaps she does, as her mother probably has her classified as “special needs”. Before I end my soap box, I have this to say about Little Miss Diaper Girl. It’s one thing to have a traumatic injury where you have no other choice but to wear diapers for the rest of your life. It’s another thing entirely if you decided one day that you just didn’t want to use the toilet anymore, so you just piss and shit in your pants all the time until you’re put back in diapers. Really Macy. You need to grow up. Which is kind of an ironic thing, since I am going in the opposite direction for my little space… Besides Macy just being spoiled with her diapers (which I kind of got used to since I had four days of it this time), Christmas was wonderful. We watched Christmas movies and had a lot of appetizers to eat on Christmas eve. We even kept the tradition of opening one present on Christmas eve. My sister opened my gift, which was an Isabelle coffee mug. I told her that she could use it to drink coffee tomorrow while we opened gifts. The gift that she got for me was a Super Mario Bros. Pipe mug. She explained that she got this for me as it was the first actual video game that I ever played and beat. After the traditional Christmas eve gifts were opened, we snacked on more appetizers, and all watched It’s a Wonderful Life before we all went to bed. On Christmas, we checked all of our stockings and got some candy, gift cards, and other useful things from the family. After that, came the main event: the gifts. With there being so many gifts, we decided to open them by family, going from oldest to youngest. This made the gift opening go a little faster. My sister opened up a gift that I got for her. I got her a black Kindle Paperwhite Signature Edition with auto-adjusting front light, wireless charging, 6.8“ display, and up to 10 weeks of battery life, without Lockscreen Ads. To go with the Kindle, she opened the next gift, which was a set of Bose QuietComfort Bluetooth Noise Cancelling Earbuds in triple black. The gift that Jen got for me was a new mike that I could use for my streams. She explained that Gary wanted to buy it for me, but she wanted to buy it instead. It was a Shure Dynamic Vocal Microphone with a built-in preamp. She told me to be careful, as it was a $600 microphone that she got discounted for $450, since it was on sale. The gifts continued, and everyone got some nice gifts overall. For the rest of the day, we just played with our Christmas gifts and had a nice Christmas dinner towards the end of the night. It was very much like Thanksgiving, only we had ham and a few similar dishes from Thanksgiving. The difference for dessert was that we had three cheesecakes and two pies. All in all, I really enjoyed this Christmas. Before I knew it, both grandma and grandpa were driving Jen and I back to the airport. Two hours later, we both boarded a flight back to Philadelphia. Since I got back early enough, I streamed Tuesday through Friday, continuing on my Super Luigi Galaxy playthrough, which I finished on Thursday. On Friday, I closed out 2023 by starting on Super Mario Galaxy 2. I had to borrow Gary’s Wii to play it. December 30th then came, and my sister and I flew out to JFK Airport, where MewMewGirl1998 was waiting for us. From my exchanges with her in the past, I knew that her actual name was Melanie, and that she lived right in Manhattan. From what I saw, she looked to be the same height and build as Jen and I. She then hailed a taxi and gave the driver directions to her apartment in Manhattan. Once at the apartment, Melanie showed us the tiny living room that both Jen and I would be sleeping in tonight, and early in the morning on New Year’s Day (Melanie only had a one-bedroom apartment, since the rent was sky high in Manhattan). She then ordered a Pepperoni pizza for us from a pizzeria nearby and they brought it right to the apartment. We talked with her that evening before going to bed. In the morning, Melanie made us some breakfast in her tiny kitchen which was almost next to the living room. A couple of sticks of bacon, two eggs, and a slice of buttered toast. She had filtered water for us to drink. And since Melanie knew about my incontinence, she had no problem with me disposing my diapers in her trash. Speaking of that, I almost laughed when I got out the diapers that the three of us would be wearing for New Year’s Eve. While my next diaper change would be just a routine thing for me, both Jen and Melanie would have to wear a diaper if they were going to stand in Times Square for 9-12 hours. To make the whole thing simple for all of us, I had three medium pink Trest diapers, since those are the most absorbent. I used the tiny bathroom to change out of my soggy Animooz diaper and into a clean pink Trest diaper. I glanced at both Jen and Melanie, who were both still staring at their diapers. “Well?” I told them. “Times Square has no bathrooms, so you have no choice but to wear a diaper.” Melanie sighed. “Okay. I’m going into my room to change. This is going to feel so weird…” Melanie grabbed the pink Trest diaper and entered her room with it. “Wait!” I shouted. “You’re going to need the cream and the powder. Especially the powder. It will prevent chafing. Trust me. You’re speaking to a diaper expert.” The door opened and Melanie grabbed the Aquaphor and the baby powder. Meanwhile, Jen sat there, waiting for Melanie to finish so that she could use the right diaper hygiene. “Jill…” she said, giving me an uncomfortable smile. “Do I really need to wear a diaper?” I nodded and laughed. “You wanted to do this. You said ‘Hey! Let’s go and see the ball drop in Times Square!’ Well, if you don’t want to piss your pants, I advise that you put that diaper on.” Jen nodded. “And I’m going to pee before I put it on! Just one moment!” Jen hurried into the bathroom. While she was in there, Melanie came out, with a noticeably puffier waist and butt. “Looking good, Mew!” I said, smiling. Melanie shoved her hand against my back and laughed. “It feels weird. I hear a loud plastic crinkle every time I walk. It’s like I’m wearing Ziploc bags…” Jen exited the bathroom and grabbed the pink Trest diaper. “Can I use your bedroom to change?” she pleaded. “That bathroom is waaaay too small…” Melanie nodded. “Go ahead, we’re waiting for you!” Jen entered the bedroom to change out of her panties and into a pink Trest diaper. Minutes later, Jen waddled out of the room. Since both Jen and I were wearing dresses, the diaper wasn’t at all noticeable. But for Melanie, who wore jeans, the outline of the diaper was clearly noticeable. We grabbed our coats and followed Melanie to where we needed to go to line up for New Year’s Eve. As we were walking down the stairs of the apartment, Jen glanced at me. “Jill,” she said. “How do you do it? We’re already walking down the stairs and I’m already uncomfortable in this diaper.” “Stop.” I told Melanie. I then turned to face my twin sister. “You’re uncomfortable since you didn’t use enough powder. It prevents chafing so you want to use enough. Here. Melanie. We need to go back up to your apartment. We need to fix Jen’s diaper.” “What?” Jen said, laughing. “I didn’t want to waste the powder.” “You know nothing about changing,” I told her. “Only how to change me every now and then.” Jen sighed. “That’s different. This is me we’re talking about this time. Not you!” We re-entered the apartment and I watched to make sure that Jen was powdering her diaper properly. When I gave her the thumbs up, she refastened the tapes. Fortunately, they stuck again, as the tapes on the plastic backed diapers tend to tear the plastic if they stick too tightly. With Jen taken care of, we made our second trip down the stairs. This time, Jen looked a lot more comfortable. Melanie led us to 44th street and 7th Avenue, where thousands were already starting to line up, even though it was 12:17 PM. 2023 had less than 12 hours left now… For food, Melanie had a few granola bars for us in her backpack to have if we got really hungry. She also packed three water bottles, which we had to carefully ration for the whole 12 hours as there was no getting out of line once we were crammed into the pen with all the other people. The NYPD officer guided us with a crammed group of other people, and we had to stand there for almost 12 hours. As the hours went by, many thousands more people crowded into Time Square, being just as crazy as we were. I wonder if they were wearing diapers too? We casually munched on our granola bars in carefully rationed bites and drank our waters in carefully rationed sips. Jen seemed to have a system as to how often she would sip her water, so I simply followed her routine. 6:00 PM came by. Our water bottles were about half empty. At this point, Jen really started to look uncomfortable, while I seemed to be the most comfortable of the group. At this point, I believe that I must have had at least five or six smaller wettings. But by the look that Jen was giving me, I could tell that she did not pee her diaper once. “Jill!” she groaned in discomfort. “I have to pee!” “Just go in your diaper!” I told her in hushed tones, not even caring who would hear me nearby. Just then, I saw a relieved smile on Melanie’s face. “Well, that was totally gross, but where else am I going to go? Jen, just go. I know that it’s gross, but you have no other choice…” Another hour and a half passed, and Jen looked even more uncomfortable. “Ughhhh!” Jen groaned, as if she was about to give birth. “Jill…I really have to go now…” I sighed. “Jen, I just went a little bit again without even thinking. Just use your diaper. It’s your Times Square New Year’s Eve diaper!” “Well it’s easy for you!” Jen told me. “You have no bladder control!” “Just go,” I told her. “You will feel a lot better once you do.” “Ugghhh…” Jen groaned. “I…I can’t….I can’t pee….” “Yes you can.” I told her. “Just relax and concentrate. Think of waterfalls. Rain. Small trickles of water. Tinkle, trickle. The water from a hose. Look at this water…the flow of it. Isn’t it just RUSHING and GUSHING out? Those torrents of rain going pitter patter on the sidewalk. More little pitter patters…” “Uhhaaahh….” Jen moaned as she heard my litany of statements pertaining to running water which made her feel more and more uncomfortable. “Uhhhh….Ohhhhhh…It’s coming…Oh….” I smiled as I saw the face that Jen was giving me. It was the kind of face that anyone would have if they were in the middle of releasing their bladder. “Jill!” Jen panicked. “It’s not stopping! The diaper…It’s swelling a lot around my legs…” I smirked. “You’ll be fine. That’s a Trest. That can hold a river.” “The Hudson River?” Melanie joked. Finally, Jen let out a huge sigh of relief. Just as I told her, the diaper didn’t leak. But now, I could only guess that Jen’s diaper was beginning to sag a little. Jen then gave me a weird smile. She whispered into my ear. “I can’t believe that I am saying this to you, Jill. You know that unstoppable period of micturition that I just had? It felt quite pleasurable. I can see why you enjoyed it the first time that you were awake to experience it. The release of dopamine and oxytocin. What am I saying? I can’t believe I am saying this!” I nodded. “It’s okay. It’s that tingly feeling that you get when you’re finished, right?” Melanie gasped. “Yeah. I kind of felt that too when I was done!” Just then, a couple of burly guys in beards and mustaches interrupted our conversation. “Hey!” the first guy shouted. “Did I just hear you say that you were wearing diapers?” “Yeah,” the other guy added. “We kind of watched the one girl suddenly just pee herself…” The first guy laughed. “It’s okay because we’re wearing diapers too! What kind of idiot would try to hold their bladder for more than eight hours? Wearing them here is kind of an unspoken rule…” “Yeah…” the second guy added. “You all have a happy new year!” We all nodded, and then laughed at the conversation that those men just gave us. About two and a half hours later, I saw Jen give me the same look that she had when she was peeing the first time. From what I saw, she just went without hesitation. I began to wonder. Is Jen actually starting to enjoy wearing that diaper? While Melanie didn’t tell me that she was going, I could tell that she went again at some point as there was no look of discomfort on her face. Almost two hours passed, and we were on the last minute of 2023. Then the last 30 seconds…then 15, 14, 13, 12, 11… “10!” We and many thousands shouted all around Times Square. “9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” The Waterford Crystal ball completed its descension into Times Square. 3,000 pounds of confetti rained down onto the tens of thousands of people who were all screaming in excitement at the birth of a new year. 2024 had officially arrived. About an hour later, we were able to get out of the crowds and back to Melanie’s apartment. We all entered, with Pink Trests that could probably still hold a couple more wettings similar to the one Jen had the first time. Prior to our leaving the apartment, Melanie had two sleeping bags in the small living room, with two pillows. Both Jen and I went towards the sleeping bags while Melanie retired to her bedroom for the night. “Good night, you two! See you in the morning!” I glanced at Jen and gave her a puzzled look. “Well?” Suddenly, Melanie’s door opened. “Jen, these are your panties. Do you want them?” Jen grabbed the panties from Melanie and thanked her. “Good night.” Melanie said again before closing the door. I watched as Jen held her panties in her hand. But instead of taking her diaper off and putting them on, she threw the panties aside. “What?” I gasped. “Jen! What are you doing?” “Just for tonight!” Jen told me. “I peed this diaper good. How much can it hold?” I gave her a mischievous grin. “You just want to play in it, don’t you?” Jen’s face turned red. “Um…Yeah. I wanna know why you think it feels so good! Yes, the release of urine, but the other thing. Jen got into her sleeping bag, and I could tell that she was having a very pleasurable experience. Her breaths became more labored as she let out a pleasant sigh. “Jill…You’re right. It’s good. It feels so good…But now I must pray…Father, forgive me!” I sighed when I heard my sister say this. “Sorry. Am I being a bad influence?” Jen shook her head. “You are, but no. I just wanted to experience it once. And I did. Good night, Jill. Happy New Year!” I let out a yawn. “Happy New Year, Jen!” And Happy New Year to all my JJ Little Besties who made it this far. My, was this a long one! But this story is far from over, my JJ Littles. With 2024 finally here, we can now begin to celebrate the season of love. What? Did you think that I was going to cover all of January? No. We are skipping right to February, my JJ babies. The baby cupid was successful because his love arrows hit both me and Gary. And in the next chapter, you are going to see what I consider to be one of the very best dates that I ever had with Gary. And don’t worry if you don’t have a mommy or daddy, my JJ Besties. I, Mommy Jill, will be your Valentine. Stay tuned, my JJ Littles, because the sparks of love are about to fly everywhere…

Lila's Christmas Wish Trisha Marie Delmonico gave an ecstatic grin as she admired the finely decorated Christmas Tree that sat in the center of the room, which was sprawling with Christmas decorations and trimmings that seemed to fill every corner of the room. Lights lined the walls, and the mistletoe hung 20 feet up on the ceiling, just a short distance from the tree. This room was one of the several rooms that were fully decorated for Christmas. At the Delmonico Estate, all of the halls were decked. From the ornately decorated bathrooms to the exterior courtyards that covered the sprawling acreage of this private estate that sat comfortably situated in West Los Angeles. This 211,439 square foot mega mansion was fully ready for Christmas, and so was Trisha. Trisha got out her smartphone and touched something on the screen to toggle it to holographic mode. All of the apps on her phone projected into the air and she arranged them right where she wanted them to be. The time app displayed today’s date: December 21, 2121. 12/21/2121. It was the 12th month that year to have three 21’s. She sent a quick text and then admired the tree once again. Her attention then went to a cardboard box that sat next to the sofa. The cardboard box was labeled in black sharpied letters: LILA’S CHRISTMAS STUFF. She smiled when she thought of her newly adopted little sister, who was adopted back in April. What was in this box? Wow. Whatever it is, all of Lila’s Christmas things are in here… Trisha was just about to grab the box, when a voice stopped her. “Trisha! Where are you?” “I’m in the large gathering room with the tree mom!” Trisha shouted. The door opened, and Trisha’s mother entered. Felica Delmonico entered with her long and wavy blond hair, wearing a very fancy Christmas outfit. A green skirt with candy cane leggings. A pair of golden Christmas tree earrings adorned her ears and the foundation was all over her face. Red lipstick was on her lips and black eyeshadow outlined her eyes. Her candy cane high heels matched her leggings with her festive crown: A very fancy Santa cap covered her blond head full of hair. She looked at her nine-year-old daughter and smiled. “Trisha baby, what are you doing with that box? Those things are for Lila…” Trisha smiled, her face blushing. She sat the box down and glanced at her mother. “I know, mom, but what’s inside it?” Felica grinned as she approached the old box full of Lila’s seasonal belongings. “Sweetie pie, that box has all of the things that we are going to use to track Lila’s Christmases every year.” Trisha beamed. “But why is it so big, mom? Lila is two and a half, isn’t she?” Felica sighed when she saw her daughter’s curiosity getting the best of her. From the journals and information that the previous mother gave her, it was very clear that Lila was not two and a half. In fact, Lila was much older than either of them. This, Felica knew. But she wasn’t about to tell her curious daughter. Not yet, at least… Trisha frowned when she saw her mother cloaked in silence. “Mom? Isn’t Lila two and a half? She turned two in May…” Felica sheepishly smiled and decided to keep the charade going. “Yes dear. Lila is two and a half now. I know that it’s been eight months, but isn’t she getting to be a big girl?” The door opened a crack and another woman entered. She was wearing a white cardigan with black dress pants. Like Felica, a Santa cap covered her head. Trisha smiled when she saw the woman. “Jody! Are you getting Lila ready for bed?” Jody glanced at the excited almost tween and nodded. “Just about to! Lila is watching some vintage children’s programming. Some Christmas Cocomelon! Before that, it was Bluey…” Trisha approached Jody and grinned. “Oh! Can I watch you go and get LIla ready for bed?” She glanced at her mother. “I’ll be right back, mom. Can I? Can I?” Felica nodded, but scowled when she saw her daughter barefoot. “Only if you put your socks back on. Put them on, dear.” Trisha sighed and put her candy cane socks with green on either side back on her feet. “Fine…Okay! They’re on! Be right back, mom!” Felica then glared at Jody. “Wait! If you’re not there, who’s watching Lila?” Jody smiled. “Monica is watching her. She will be dismissed when I return. Not to worry, Mrs. Delmonico!” Felica glanced at them both and smiled. “Proceed then, Jody.” She then glanced at Trisha. “We will look at the box when you return. Why don’t you have your nanny get you ready for bed as well?” Trisha nodded. Krista should be able to do that. I will do that after I see Lila…She followed Jody through various different rooms, each one in a festive design. As she followed her, a smile came across her face. I wonder if mom will let me play in the snow room tomorrow? My snowman should still be there…They then came to a hallway. Jody looked at Trisha, as they walked down the hallway. “Let’s have Krista get you ready for bed first. Don’t worry. Lila is still going to be playing. I will be waiting outside your room until you’re ready.” Trisha brought out the holographic display on her smart phone. It was 7:46 PM. Lila’s bedtime was at 8:00 PM so she had to get ready for bed quickly. She nodded and they glanced at the grand staircase. She then frowned when she eyed the elevators nearby. “Can we take the elevators, Jody? Please?” Jody nodded. “We surely can, Miss Delmonico!” Trisha smiled. “Just call me Trish, or Trishy…Hehe…” Trisha pressed the up button and the elevator door opened. They both entered and took it up to the 4th floor. They exited and approached the staircase that led up to the penthouse level. The penthouse level was where Tony and Felica Delmonico’s master bedroom was. In fact, the entire fifth floor was originally one big room, with one big bathroom. But over the many decades that the Delmonico Family has owned the estate, the big room was segmented into smaller rooms and it became known as the penthouse level. It covered 36,478 square feet and was complete with a large master bedroom, a master bathroom, a kitchen and dining area, and around 8,000 square feet of living space for just Lila. But Jody directed Trisha’s attention to Trisha’s bedroom nearby. Krista was standing there, grinning when she saw Trisha. “Mrs. Delmonico just messaged me about getting you ready for bed.” Krista told her. “Come sweetie. Let’s get you ready. Okay?” Trisha nodded and followed Krista into her bedroom. Trisha’s bedroom was full of pinks and purples. The kind of colors you would expect in a nine-year-old’s room. Various toys and dolls were all neatly organized, with a large TV with various video game consoles hooked up to it. Two doors were in the bedroom. The first one in the far-left corner went into a spacious walk-in closet, which had most of Trisha’s clothes. The one in the middle right opened into a large private bathroom, continuing with the pink theme from the previous room. Krista led Trisha over to her bed, which already had her pajamas picked out for her. It was a cotton footed sleeper with red and green Christmas colors. A Goodnites Girls Nighttime Underwear sat on top of the pajamas. Trisha scowled when she saw the Goodnites. “Do I have to wear them to bed?” Krista nodded and gave her a stern look. “Yes you do, Miss Delmonico. You fight me on this every night. Your Goodnite is soaked every morning. You would wet the bed if you didn’t wear them. Now stand still, Trisha bunny…” Krista undressed Trisha, removing her Christmasy dress and pink panties. After that, she helped Trisha put on her Goodnite and guided her hands and feet into her footed sleeper. She zipped up the footed sleeper. Trisha was good to go. Trisha walked towards the door, beginning to leave the bedroom. Krista frowned. “What about your teeth?” The loving nanny asked her. Trisha shook her head. “I’ll brush them when I go to bed. Can I go with Jody to see Lila now?” Krista nodded and dismissed the anxious and excited nine-year-old. She scurried out of her room and found Jody outside, patiently waiting. “You look cute in those jammies, Miss Delmonico.” Jody said, smiling. “Ready?” “Of course I’m ready!” Trisha shouted. “Let’s go!” Trisha and Jody walked to the grand staircase that led up to the penthouse level (the only part of the Delmonico Estate that had a fifth story). They walked up the staircase and came to a set of large double doors, with Christmas lights going around the outlines. Jody opened the double doors and they entered. This led into a hallway, with all the rooms that comprised the penthouse level. On the far end was a door that led to Lila’s living quarters on the left. Both Tony and Felica Delmonico’s master bedroom was right across the hallway from Lila. Trisha followed Jody all the way to the large door to Lila’s room. Jody opened the door and they were met with a small room with a desk. A woman sat at the desk, grinning. “You’re back?” the woman asked her. “Monica has been notified. Lila is still watching her videos.” Jody nodded and she opened the child gate. She and Trisha walked through it while Jody closed the gate behind her. Lila’s room was ahead of them. The vast room had a crib in the center. From LIla’s bedroom, two other rooms were off to the left. One door in the top left led to Lila’s changing room and the bottom left led to Lila’s play room. The door in the back led to a large walk-in closet. The door in the top right led to a spacious private bathroom where they usually got Lila ready for the evening or morning. Finally, the door in the bottom right led to a storage room where they kept a lot of Lila’s extra diapers, clothing, and changing supplies. Trisha glanced at Jody and smiled. “Play room?” Jody nodded. “Yes. Lila is in the play room. Let’s get her ready for bed…” Trisha followed Jody towards the bottom left door in Lila’s massive room. She opened it to check on her little princess. Lila’s play room was filled with various toys appropriate for a two-year-old. On the far end, a mini slide was built right into the flooring. Different parts of the room could be penned off to keep Lila from escaping whenever she was deep into her littlespace (and Lila still visited this headspace a lot). Various stuffed animals and plush toys were all neatly organized, with a few Christmas themed ones sitting out during this festive season. A plush Santa that played music, a cute plush reindeer, a plush elf, a plush candy cane, a plush ornament, and a few others. A large 4K UHD TV hung on the wall, with surround sound speakers. Lila’s old Nintendo Switch was hooked up and still working. A huge sectional sofa sat near the TV, with various tiny bean bag chairs made of felt neatly scattered on the floor. Lila was sitting on one of them, dressed in a Santa dress. She even had candy cane socks with soft elf slippers. On her head was a cute little Santa hat. Right now, Cocomelon was playing a song called “The Twelve Days of Christmas”. It was nearing the end of the eleventh day. “And a partridge in a pear tree….” “An a pawtwidge ina peh-ah twee!!!” Lila repeated. After that, she giggled and happily squealed. Trisha glanced down at Lila, who was still mesmerized by the Cocomelon Christmas song. “Lila!” Lila looked back at her older sister. “Twisah! I watch Cocamelon!” Trisha nodded, as she saw the music began the twelfth day of Christmas. “I know! My nanny Krista always played Cocomelon for me, too! I LOVE Cocomelon…” Trisha sat down, feeling the crinkle of her Goodnite diaper. While Trisha was doing this, Jody glanced at Monica and nodded. “You are dismissed.” She told Monica. “I will call on you again if I need you to watch Lila for me, okay?” Monica nodded and left the room. Trisha watched the rest of the song with Lila until “The Twelve Days of Christmas” was over. After that, Jody walked over and scooped up Lila. “Bedtime Lila!” At this, Lila began to pout. “Nu! I watch mo Cocamelon!” Jody turned the TV off and shook her head. “Lila dear, you can watch more Cocomelon tomorrow. I see a very tired face on a very tired little girl. Let Nana Jody get you ready for bed, okay?” Trisha smiled, and gave her little sister a little kiss on her forehead. “See LIla? Your big sister is already in her pajamas. Don’t you wanna get into your cozy pajamas?” Lila smiled when she saw the footed sleeper that Trisha was standing in. “Akay! Nana Johdee get me weady for sweepytime…” Jody smiled, and cradled Lila in her hands as they walked back to the door leading back into Lila’s room. Jody turned off the light and left the room carrying Lila with Trisha following them. Jody took Lila through her vast room and a little north, to the other left door that led to Lila’s changing room. Trisha eagerly followed behind them. They all entered the changing room. The changing room was similar to the one that Lila had at the Watson Estate long ago, only this one was much bigger. There was much more room for storage and could easily accommodate numerous changing tables should the Delmonico’s have any other children in the future. For now, just Lila’s changing table was in there, with a basket that had Size 3 Pampers Cruisers on one side and Size 3 Pampers Swaddlers Overnights in the basket on the other side. Jody undressed Lila to just her diaper and laid her on the changing table. “Let’s see if you’re wet.” Jody said, as she began to unpeel the tabs of Lila’s magic diaper. Lila smiled as she watched her Nana Jody do this. The truth was that Lila actually did flood her diaper a little bit while she was watching The “Twelve Days of Christmas”, but she didn’t even notice. There was a very stinky diaper that Jody changed right after dinner, but fortunately, this wasn’t one of them. Trisha gasped as she saw the radiant light emanate from Lila’s diaper. While she clearly saw it, it didn’t look like Jody even noticed. What is that light? Can Lila see that light? Jody’s not saying anything about it… Jody lifted back the front of Lila’s diaper. While there was no mess, it was very soggy. Another wet and soaked diaper by the long reigning pee princess. She lifted Lila up and removed the diaper. She wadded it up and used both tabs to tape it into a soggy ball. She placed it in the Diaper Genie and began wiping all of Lila’s diaper area with a couple baby wipes. She then applied the Aquafor to treat a couple of light rashes and to protect the rest of Lila’s diaper area. After that, she got out a new Size 3 Pampers Swaddlers Overnights diaper and opened it up. She powdered it liberally and placed Lila on it. A cloud of powder resulted from Lila being placed on the padding. Jody then powdered Lila’s diaper area and rubbed some of it in and repowdered. She folded the front of the diaper forward and pressed Lila’s feet together. She then snugly fastened the tabs on both sides and checked the legs for the perfect fit. Lila was now properly diapered for the night. Trisha gasped when she saw that the Size 3 Pampers Swaddlers Overnights Diaper that Lila was wearing was flashing just as bright as the last diaper that she was wearing. How can she not see that bright light? Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. “Um, Jody? How come Lila’s diapers are flashing?” Jody smiled and gave Trisha a playful jab. “Flashing? Trisha, I don’t see any flashes coming from any of Lila’s diapers. Is this some kind of game?” “No!” Trisha told her. “I see it! Don’t you?” Jody firmly shook her head, as she carried Lila out of the changing room (Trisha following), shutting off the light and closing the door behind her. “Trisha, for eight months, I have been changing LIla’s diapers and not a single one flashed. And that includes the one that I just put on her tonight. If this is a game, why don’t you play it with Lila tomorrow, okay?” Trisha sighed as she followed Jody to Lila’s walk-in closet. It doesn’t look like Jody can see the flashing diaper for some reason. Jody got out a red and green Christmas footed sleeper and exited the walk-in closet. The footed sleeper was still 12-18 months, and with Jody weighing Lila this morning, she only weighed 18.1 pounds now. Lila could almost fit in Size 2 diapers, but they would be a little snug on her. She laid Lila down on a changing mat that sat near her crib. She pulled the footed sleeper on and guided Lila’s hands and feet into the sleeves and feet. She zipped it up and Lila was just about ready for bed. Jody then took Lila into the bathroom and brushed Lila’s teeth. After that, Lila was pretty much ready for bed. The time was 8:04 PM. She picked Lila up and placed her in her crib. She got everything that Lila needed. Her stuffed Bluey. Her old friend Mr. Stuffykins. Her candy cane themed pacifier. And… Lila reached around for something and pouted. “Where milky Nana Johdee?” Jody nodded and walked over to a nearby refrigerator that was filled with various baby food and baby bottles filled with breast milk. Jody grabbed one of them out and handed it to Lila. Lila grabbed the bottle and began eagerly suckling it down. “Fane-koo fo milky Nana Johdee!” Jody gave Lila a kiss on her forehead and smiled. “You’re welcome, my cute little Lila boo.” She turned towards Trisha. “Lila needs her rest. Let’s let her do that now…” Trisha shook her head. “Just a little longer! Can you please wait outside the room? I want to talk to my little sister alone…” Jody nodded. “Of course, Miss Delmonico! I’ll let you talk to her for a little bit. After that, let her sleep. I’ll be waiting outside her room, okay?” Trisha nodded as Jody left Lila’s room. Lila smiled as she saw her big sister staring right at her. She knows about my magic diaper…Well, maybe not everything! She knows that it flashes! She glanced at her sister again, who was just smiling at Lila. I know that it’s only been 8 months, but it’s been hard to adjust to another new family. But I really like Trisha! She’s very sweet and she reminds me of Angie… Trisha walked forward and again felt the crinkle of her Goodnites Diaper. Then it hit her. All that water that she drank before she admired the tree in the large gathering room. She now had to pee…But she didn’t want to until she finished talking to Lila. After all, there was something about Lila that just made her curious. Why is her diaper flashing? She glanced at her sister, who was now contentedly suckling her pacifier. “Um, Lila?” She shook her head, as she remembered LIla’s age. Remember Trish. Lila’s only two and a half, so talk down to her… “Hey Lila baby! Your big sister Trishy wants to know something! You wanna know what Trishy saw? A big flashing light!” Lila removed the pacifier from her mouth and sighed. “You can stop.” Trisha gasped. “Stop what?” Lila pointed at her sister and frowned. “You can stop talking to me like a baby. You know about my diaper and how it flashes!” Trisha’s face grew red with embarrassment and she gasped again. “You…can talk in complete sentences and better speech? Lila! You’re only two and a half!” Lila quickly did the math in her head and shook her head. “No big sister, or should I say little sister. I’m actually older than that. Much much older than that. I could be your big sister…” Trisha shook her head. “But you can’t! You’re just a toddler!” Lila pointed towards her diaper. “You saw the flash coming from my diaper, didn’t you? And you saw how Nana Jody couldn’t see it?” Trisha nodded. “How Lila?” “Adults can’t see the flash.” Lila explained. “Only kids can. Do you really wanna know why my diaper is flashing?” Trisha nodded. “Not just that, but why every single diaper that you wear is flashing. There’s something that mom doesn’t want to tell me…” Lila nodded. “It’s probably about my age. But she doesn’t know yet what I’m about to tell you. Do you really wanna know?” Trisha’s eyes lit up. “Yes, little sister. I wanna know!” Lila stood up in her crib and smiled. “Okay. I will tell you because you’re really nice and I love you as my big sister. All of my diapers flash because every diaper that I wear is the magic diaper.” Trisha gasped. “Magic? Diaper?” Lila nodded. “Yup! This magic diaper and every magic diaper that I wear will grant my every wish! Don’t believe me? Just make a wish. I will wish for it and it will be granted.” Trisha now REALLY had to pee. Her face grew red and she squirmed. She gasped as she suddenly realized what was going on. A soft hiss could be heard and she could feel her Goodnites Diaper starting to gel up and feel soggy… Lila smiled as she saw the kind of face that her sister had. “You…wear…diapers?” Trisha’s face reddened. “H-how do you know, Lila?” LIla giggled. “How? Because you just peed in it! Was it a Goodnite, Underjam, or an actual diaper?” Trisha gasped. Considering how small Trisha was for her age, she knew that she could fit into a Pampers Size 6. “If you really need to know, Lila, it was a Goodnite…” Lila grinned. “Goodnite? Okay! Bedwetter?” Trisha nodded. “Yup! And my nana won’t let me sleep without one, because my Goodnite is always soaked every morning…” Lila glanced down where her magic diaper was and looked at her sister. “Okay then. To prove that I’m wearing a magic diaper, here is my wish. Oh, how I wish that my big sister Trisha was wearing a brand new dry Goodnite!” The magic diaper did the usual routine with Lila and her wish was granted. Trisha gasped as the soaked Goodnite that she was wearing instantly became dry. “L-l-lila? You did this with your magic diaper?” Lila nodded. “Yes. And my magic diapers have been granting my wishes for many years. But there are rules that I need to follow with the wishes or I will lose the magic diaper forever…” “Rules?” Trisha gasped. “How did you get the magic diaper, Lila?” Lila let out a long yawn. “I would love to tell you tonight, but it’s a long story. I will definitely tell it to you another time!” Trisha nodded. “I will let you sleep then…But before I do that, can you…? Never mind. Good night, Lila…” “Good night, big little sister!” Lila said with a tired smirk. Right after Trisha left, Lila smiled. She had in mind what Trisha was about to ask her, so she gave it a shot. That Trisha may not want to admit it, but she really likes wearing those Goodnites. But I think that she deserves something better. Oh, how I wish that Trisha had a pack of Pampers Swaddlers Overnights her size! The routine happened and Lila’s wish was granted. Shortly after that, Lila was fast asleep. Trisha thanked Jody for taking her to Lila and she made her way back to the first floor, where her mother was with that mysterious box of Lila’s Christmas Stuff. As she was making her way back, she could feel the soft crinkle of her Goodnites diaper. She couldn’t quite explain it, but for some reason, it felt more comfortable this time. And even though it was a total accident, peeing in her Goodnite actually felt pretty good. In fact, it was something that she actually wanted to try again. She dismissed that thought for now as she entered the elevator and took it back down to the first floor. Trisha glanced at her holographic display one more time before entering the large gathering room. 8:37 PM. Maybe if she was lucky, her mom would let her stay up for another hour. She entered the large room to find her mom sitting there, glancing at her holographic cell phone display, playing some kind of holographic game. The cardboard box containing Lila’s Christmas things was still shut. Felica looked up from her holographic display and made the projection vanish. She glanced at Trisha and smiled. “All ready for bed? Good. So, are you wearing your Goodnite, honey? You didn’t fight Nana Krista on it again, did you?” Trisha sighed. “It was the same question that I always asked her. That’s all…” Felica frowned. “But Trish dear…You have been needing to wear them every night since you were seven…” Trisha nodded, wanting to secretly hide her newly born interest in wearing diapers. “I know, mom.” She then changed the subject. “Can we look at Lila’s Christmas Stuff now?” Felica nodded. “We can, dear. For a little bit. To be honest, honey. This will be my first time seeing this, too… Felica peeled back the layer of packing tape and opened the two sides of the box. Inside were some very old Christmas footed sleepers. The first couple were too small for Lila, but all the rest would fit her perfectly. Along with that were some of her old pacifiers and small toys. Underneath all of this were some Christmas photo albums, thumb drives, and external hard drives that contained nothing but Christmas footage and more photos. Felica switched to Holographic mode and chose an app to connect to one of the external drives via Bluetooth. She gasped when she saw just how many Christmases were on there. Trisha was particularly surprised when she saw that the first Christmas on the drive was 2021. “100 years?” Trisha gasped. “Mom, how old is Lila again? You said that she was two and a half…” But Felica looked pale, like she saw a ghost. “Lila…” she choked. “Lila is…100 years old…” Trisha gasped when she remembered what Lila told her. Lila was wearing a magic diaper that could grant her every wish. If this was the case, then it wouldn’t be too farfetched for Lila to make a wish that would make her stop aging. But she wasn’t quite sure about this. It would definitely be something that she would ask Lila later. She glanced back at her mother, who looked like she was about to faint. “Mom, are you okay?” Felica sat up and regained her composure. “Yes. It just had to do with what the last mother wrote me about Lila. She told me that Lila was different and that she never ages. I didn’t think she was THAT old…” Trisha nodded. This made her all the more curious about Lila’s past and all of the Christmases that she experienced. “Mom, can we look at Lila’s first Christmases? How about the first three. Please? Please?” Felica nodded. “Okay dear. We will look at pictures and videos from Lila’s first three Christmases, and then it’s bedtime. Okay?” Trisha nodded, as Felica began to load the picture and video files that contained Lila’s very first Christmas. The Christmas of 2021… (Author's Note: The Christmas of 2021 and 2022 will be added at a future date. In the meantime, enjoy the Christmas of 2023!) CHRISTMAS OF 2023 “Mom! The Santa float is on!” The Watsons were all comfortably sitting in the living room, watching the very end of the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. Mr. Watson sat in his favorite leather recliner. Sitting on the sectional to the right was an excited Angela, followed by the two other Watson children. Lila sat on Angela’s lap, contentedly suckling her pacifier while Camden sat to the right of Angela, his eyes glued to the large 4K UHD television screen. Angela removed her gaze from the TV to see Lila mesmerized by the TV screen. Santa was about to show up, and she didn’t want her mom to miss it. When she saw the pacifier in her little sister’s mouth, she smiled. As much as she wanted to do this right now, her pacifier was up in her room. She didn’t mind serving as a cozy chair for her little sister. She felt the soft cloth-backing of Lila’s diapered bottom, since she was wearing a orangish brown dress. The perfect dress for Thanksgiving. “Mom!” She called again. “You’re going to miss Santa!” “I’m coming, Angie!” Mrs. Watson shouted from the other room. Mrs. Watson entered the living room, just as the Santa float was coming into view during the last moments of the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. When she saw the screen, she smiled. “It’s Santa Claus! You know what that means everyone!” John glanced up from his leather recliner. “Just 32 days until Christmas! Better make a list if you want Santa to get you something!” Camden gasped. “I’m gonna make one today!” Lila gasped as she saw the Santa float on TV. She spit her pacifier out, which dangled from the soft ribbon from her pacifier clip that was attached to the left shoulder of her dress. “Santa Cwaz…” She glanced up at her big sister and smiled and then quickly glanced back at the TV. Angela nodded. “Yup Lila! If you are a good little girl this year, Santa will get you lots of presents!” Lila nodded. “I’ve been a very good little girl this year! Maybe not the whole year, but I made up for it after my birthday in May…” Angela nodded. “Santa knows that you’ve been trying, Lila. He won’t look at the bad months…” She glanced at the TV screen and continued watching Santa in his sleigh float, moving down 34th street towards Herald Square to a very packed crowd in Manhattan. She, like her little sister, was starting to zone out and focus on the TV. While Angela was doing this, Cynthia glanced at her teen daughter and smiled. She remembered that kind of smile that Angela had when she was Lila’s age. It all had to do with the Santa Claus that she saw on TV. And then, a smell began to fill the room. “Lila! Do you need a change, honey?” Lila shook her head. “No mommy! It’s not me! You just changed me an hour ago! I’m just a little wet.” She suddenly just realized another burst of moisture running through her. “Yup! Definitely wet! Hee hee!” Cynthia then looked at Camden, who shook his head. “I’m just wet, mommy!” Camden told her. Cynthia then looked down at Angela, who was now looking at her mom with a quiet smile. “Angie Bear? Did you just make poopies?” Angela slowly nodded. “Yes mommy…” she said in her two-year-old voice. “I make poopies in my diapey…Yes. It just kind of came out, like it usually does…” Lila nodded. “So kind of like it does with me. Right?” Angela nodded. “Mommy! I want my diapey tanged pwease!” Cynthia laughed, and gently lifted Lila off of Angela’s lap. “Aw…So cute. Go up to your room and I’ll change you, my tinky girl!” Angela giggled like a little girl and sweetly pranced upstairs to her room, with Mrs. Watson following her. Meanwhile, Lila was sitting next to Camden. Mr. Watson was nodding with a grin. “Another one?” he murmured. “Well, we did have a pretty spicy dinner last night...” He then glanced at Lila and Camden. “How would you all like to get a Christmas tree tomorrow?” Camden gasped. “A Christmas tree, daddy? Oh boy! I can’t wait!” Lila grinned. “Or I could just wish for a Christmas tree…” Mr. Watson shook his head. “Lila, don’t do that. Where would the fun be if we don’t pick out our own tree?” “I was kidding!” Lila told her father. “I wanna go to Chwismas Twee pwase!” Camden smiled. She’s acting like Little Lila again! He then turned to his father. “When is the Thanksgiving dinner going to be? I’m hungry!” Mr. Watson looked at his smart watch. “Well, I helped with all the sides and mommy just checked on the turkey. It should be another three hours…” Lila let out a yawn. Her eyelids got heavy and she yawned again. I tiyad daddy!” John nodded. “Mommy should almost be done changing your sister. She’ll be able to put you down for a nap.” But Lila shook her head. “Yoo doo it daddy! Yoo doo it!” John nodded as he glanced at his daughter, who was now two and a half (really more like 11, since she was originally five and has had the magic diaper for almost six years now). Despite being that age, Lila’s tiny body was more like that of a 12-month-old. John reflected on what Cynthia told her at the physical way back in May. She weighed 20 pounds, 4 ounces and was 30 inches tall. Having just gotten her measurements yesterday, she was still 30 inches tall and now weighed 20 pounds, 1 ounce. Better give her some extra turkey…He smiled and effortlessly scooped up his pint-sized daughter. He cradled her in his arms while she clung around his chest. Lila now had her pacifier back in her mouth again and was rapidly suckling it. For a moment she was anxious, but now the anxiety left her as she contentedly suckled away at her pacifier. She looked up at her father and smiled, as she was carried upstairs to her bedroom. Just as John approached the hallway, she saw Angela and Cynthia leaving the room. Angela smiled when she saw her little sister’s tired eyes. “Aw…Is my little princess going to take a nap?” Lila nodded as she continued to suckle her pacifier. Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier. Cynthia glanced at John and began to grab Lila. “Here. I can put the princess to bed.” Lila spit out her pacifier and shook her head. “Nu! Daddy do it!” Cynthia nodded at her daughter, who looked very pouty. “Very well, Lila dear. Daddy can do it. Sleep well, cutie pie.” Lila smiled, and put her pacifier back in her mouth. “Sleep well, my little princess!” Angela told her. John continued down the hallway and walked into Lila’s room. He gently laid her down in her crib and covered her up in her blanket. He glanced down and smiled when he saw the glow coming from his daughter’s magic diaper. “Have a nice nap, honey. Sleep well, sweet pea…” He kissed his daughter on the forehead and left the room. Lila let out one more deep yawn before she fell asleep in her crib. About three hours later, Thanksgiving dinner was ready to go. Since John put Lila down for a nap, he was the one who got her up. He sniffed around, but couldn’t smell anything stinky. Regardless, he proceeded to change Lila’s diaper. And good thing that he did. Lila’s diaper was very soggy and was very close to leaking. While he didn’t change as many diapers as Cynthia did, he still handled Lila’s like a pro. Whether it’s very messy, soggy, or both, he could handle whatever Lila gave him. This soggy one was a piece of cake. He wiped, applied the Aquafor, powdered a new diaper, and diapered his daughter in record time. Since Lila was still wearing her cute orangish brown dress, there was nothing to remove. After the diaper change, the Watson family all had Thanksgiving Dinner. The turkey used Cynthia’s mother’s famous recipe, as did the stuffing, the squash, and the pumpkin pie that she made that won an award at the original Maurine’s Restaurant that she ran in Royal Oak when she was alive. Everyone talked about Maurine Miller’s famous pumpkin pie when she was alive, and only Cynthia knew how to make her mother’s recipe. To this day, the Watson’s always serve her famous pumpkin pie at every Maurine’s Steakhouse Restaurant in memory of her. Various other dishes were made the way her mother used to make it, making every dish delicious and savory. The mashed potatoes, the green bean casserole, the candied yams, the fruit salad, the jalapeno stuffed olives (and the garlic ones, since Lila couldn’t have spicy food). All of these dishes had a bit of Maurine’s special touch, as Maurine continued to cook up to the point of her passing. All of the Watsons ate until they were stuffed. After letting the food settle for about an hour, they all helped themselves to Maurine’s famous Pumpkin Pie, with her homemade whipped cream. She also made a delicious raspberry pie, which they all had a slice of. For Lila, Cynthia cut up little bits of pie since she knew that Lila couldn’t eat a whole slice. She did that with the pieces and ate the remaining pieces of the slices for herself. After everyone was stuffed on pie, Camden played building blocks with Lila, while Angela looked at Black Friday sales. She gasped, realizing that she worked an opening shift at the Novi Maurine’s Steakhouse in the morning. Cynthia nodded when she looked at an upset Angela. “We’ll get the tree when you’re done with work, dear.” Angela smiled. “Thanks mom.” Evening came and all the Watsons got ready for bed. Cynthia got Lila ready and changed her into a Size 3 Pampers Swaddlers Overnights diaper. After putting Lila to bed, she changed Camden into a Size 6 Pampers Swaddlers Overnights diaper. Finally, she changed Angela into a Size Medium Tykables Animooz Diaper. Meanwhile, Lila laid there in her crib, contentedly suckling her pacifier. All she could think of was the fun that they were going to have when they got the Christmas tree tomorrow. She just couldn’t wait! She smiled, as her eyelids grew heavy and she fell asleep… “Wake up, Lila!” It was now the next day, and Lila was now waking up from her afternoon nap. Cynthia stood by Lila’s crib, standing over her daughter, who was now refreshed after sleeping for around two hours. “Angie’s home, dear. Mommy’s going to change you and we’re going to get a Christmas tree. Okay, Lila dear?” Lila smiled when she heard her mother say “Christmas tree”. “Chwismas Twee pwase!” She shouted. Cynthia nodded, as she picked her daughter up. As she did this, she immediately smelled a foul odor. “It looks like you have another tinky butt!” Lila giggled. “Tinky bup!” Cynthia set Lila on the changing table and lifted up the beautiful red and green dress she was wearing. She peeled back both tabs and lifted the front back to reveal the mess that Lila has made in her diaper. Just as Cynthia began to wipe up the mess, Angela came in, still in her work clothes. When Angela saw Cynthia in the middle of changing Lila, she nodded. “Another stinky one, mom?” Cynthia nodded. “Yup. And you’re next, honey. Unless you changed yourself at work…” Angela nodded. “I did change myself, mom. I had about 45 minutes left and I suddenly started to smell something bad. Before anyone else could notice the smell, I excused myself for a bathroom break. Since the supervisor knew that I wear for medical reasons, she let me take my bathroom break and I took care of the change in the private family bathroom. Since then, I haven’t gone much. I’m just a little damp.” Cynthia glanced at Angela and stared at her. “Get into a nice dress, and pack an extra diaper. It will take a while to get the Christmas tree.” Angela nodded. “Will do, mom. I’ll let you finish with Lila…” Cynthia finished cleaning up Lila and had the messy diaper all wadded up and thrown in the diaper genie. She applied the Aquaphor on a couple of light rashes and got out a new Size 3 Pampers Cruiser. She stretched it out and powdered it. She lifted up Lila and laid her over the padding. She then powdered Lila, pressed her legs together, and folded up the front of the diaper. She snugly fastened both tabs and checked for the perfect fit. She put the fold of Lila’s dress back down and she was good to go. She picked Lila up from the changing table and laid her on the floor, where Lila immediately stood up. Moments later, Angela was in a red and green dress similar to Lila’s. She also had a Santa hat on. That reminded Cynthia to put on Lila’s Santa hat. She put it right on Lila’s head. Angela glanced at her mother. “Did you change Camden?” Cynthia nodded. “I changed Camden right before I got Lila up. He was just playing video games as usual…” Minutes later, all of the Watson Family were sitting in the white Lexus GX Luxury Sedan. Mr. Watson drove everyone to Addison Oaks Christmas Tree Farm, a family-owned Christmas tree farm about 24 miles north of Bloomfield Hills in Oakland Charter Township. The time was 2:17 PM, so they had not a moment to lose. About 34 minutes later, they arrived at the Christmas tree farm. Within the next hour, it really wasn’t all that difficult for the Watsons to find a Christmas tree. To Angela and the Watson children’s surprise, the Christmas tree was paid for in advance. With John being concerned about the good trees being picked over, he called up Addison Oaks Christmas Tree Farm ahead of time when they first opened and requested that they reserve a tree for them. A eight and a half foot tall Fraser Fir. The price was $114, and John paid for it over the phone with his credit card. After this transaction, they marked off the tree and placed a mesh barrier around it. The Watsons walked over to the prepurchased tree and found the mesh barrier cut open. All they had to do was cut the tree down. John grabbed a saw and carefully cut the tree down at it’s base. Angela, Cynthia, and Camden all helped in pushing the tree in the right direction as he made a swift cut through the trunk. It was nice and even, and the tree fell over. After the tree was cut down, the staff at the tree farm took care of the rest. They prefit the bottom of the tree to fit into a tree stand, cutting some of the bottom branches off. They then shook the tree and baled the tree in plastic netting. John then opened the cargo door of the Lexus GX Luxury sedan and they placed the tree inside. It fit comfortably, just jutting out to the middle seats where Angela and Camden sat (Lila sat in the car seat to the right of where the tree was sticking out). Hours later, the Watsons were now home. The tree was set up in the stand, which Angela and Cynthia helped with while Camden and Lila played nearby. While getting a Christmas tree was a triumph today, Cynthia wanted to wait until the next day to begin trimming the tree. Five days passed. At this point, Cynthia was just finishing putting the last of the ornaments on the Christmas tree. The LED lights were up, but these last ornaments were the most important. It was two Rosen Rosbro plastic snowman ornaments from the 1940’s. One snowman had a red hat and red broom while the other one had a black hat and black broom. They were the same ornaments that her mother Maurine used on her Christmas tree when Cynthia was growing up. Lila glanced at her mother, who was hanging up the last of the ornaments. “What are those oh-nah-ments mommy?” Cynthia smiled, and waved her hand at Lila, inviting her to stand right next to her. “Lila dear,” she told her. “Do you see these ornaments? When I was just three years old, I can remember my mommy having these ornaments on her Christmas tree. She told me that her mother purchased these ornaments just a few months after she was born. The red snowman is supposed to be my grandpa and the black one is supposed to be my grandma.” Lila gasped. “Where yul mommy now?” Cynthia sighed. “Lila, my mommy is not around anymore. She got very sick and one day she just fell asleep and could never wake up. She’s in a better place, dear…” John nodded. “Be sure to hang those next to my parent’s ornaments, honey. That’s where they usually go…” Cynthia nodded, and looked for the part of the tree where John hung his parent’s ornaments. They were both wooden reindeer. One was a buck and the other was a doe. She looked at Lila and smiled. “See those deer, Lila? Those ornaments are from your grandma and grandpa! Your daddy’s parents!” Lila smiled, and decided to loosen up from her headspace. “So, those are from grandma and grandpa, daddy?” John nodded. “Yup! Both are from grandma and grandpa Watson!” Camden was also standing nearby, admiring the Christmas tree. “Neat!” He then glanced back at the Nintendo Switch that he was holding and continued playing his game. Angela came downstairs and smiled. “Phew! I just finished my homework and talking to Jenny. Is the tree finally done?” Both Cynthia and John nodded. “These are the last ornaments, honey!” Angela nodded. “The two snowmen? Those are my favorite! And the two reindeer too, dad!” Lila smiled as she continued to stare at the Christmas tree. She stuck her pacifier back in her mouth and continued to suckle it. With all the beautiful LED lights and ornaments, the Watson Christmas tree was a wonder to look at. Ten more days passed. There was now 16 days remaining until Christmas. Lila opened her eyes. She was sitting in a car seat next to Camden. Camden, like Lila was in his own car seat and was smiling. Lila then reflected on a dream that she just had. It was about Santa Claus, and it happened in her other timeline before she found the magic diaper. Begin recent dream Lila smiled at her mother and father and saw the long line of children at the mall with their parents. Some was just one boy or girl while a number had older and younger siblings. This was the Christmas of 2022, just three months before Camden was born. Lila, who was then just four, anxiously looked at the line and saw a big sleigh at the end with a big old man in a red suit and white beard. She pointed at the sleigh in the distance. “Who is that, mommy?” Cynthia smiled. “That is Santa Claus, Lila honey! We’re going to see Santa Claus!” John nodded. “That’s right, sweet pea! Santa needs to know what you want for Christmas so he can come to your house and give you what you asked him for!” Lila looked up, and grew nervous. “I don’t wanna see him, mommy! I’m scared!” Cynthia held Lila’s hand and smiled. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, dear. He’s a very nice old man. He just wants to know what you want for Christmas. When it’s your turn, just sit on his lap and tell him what you want for Christmas. Now, what do you want for Christmas, Lila?” Lila grinned. “I want a doll house! The one that we just saw! Can Santa get that for me, mommy?” Cynthia nodded. “If you are a good girl, Santa will get that for you. Now, it’s going to be a little longer. We still have a long line…” Minute by minute passed, and they got closer and closer to the sleigh, which was around 22 feet tall. Lila got more and more nervous as they inched closer to the looming sleigh. Finally, Lila was the next kid in line. Cynthia and John helped Lila climb up the sleigh to where Santa Claus was sitting. At this point, Lila was really starting to be scared. Lila’s heart raced as her mother sat her right in Santa’s lap. She looked up at Santa and began to whimper. “Ho ho ho!” the kind Santa Claus joyfully shouted. “There’s no need to be afraid, little girl. What is your name?” “Lila,” Cynthia told him. “This is Lila’s first time seeing Santa…” “So it is?” Santa said with a smile. “Lila dear. There is no need to be afraid of someone like me. Now what do you want for Christmas?” Lila was frozen like a statue. Her skin was clammy and she was now in full blown panic mode. As she looked up at Santa Claus, a streaming hiss came from where she was sitting. Within seconds, Santa’s red pants was drenched in pee and Lila lost it. With her underwear and dress also soaked in pee, she wailed loudly and screamed. “Mommy, I had an accident! Get me out of here mommy! I wanna go home!” Cynthia’s face became flush with embarrassment. “Oh, I’m very sorry Santa! I don’t think that Lila is ready to see you yet!” Santa laughed. “You think! It’s okay. This has happened before…” Cynthia picked up Lila and began to hurry toward a bathroom to clean Lila up. But Lila dug her feet into the floor. “Lila, we need to clean you up!” Cynthia pleaded. “Lila? Lila! Lila! Lila!” “Lila!” End recent dream Lila opened her eyes again. “Lila dear.” Cynthia told her. “We are at the Twelve Oaks Mall. We’re going to see Santa Claus…” Lila’s heart dropped when she heard “Santa Claus”. After all, he did look very nice during the Thanksgiving Parade. But that dream awoken a deep fear within her. A fear that made her anxious once again… “Nu!” she shouted. “Mommy? Can we not see Santa Claus today? Please?” Camden frowned. “Why not, Lila? It’s going to be fun!” Cynthia frowned. “Camden is right, honey. You are going to love this. This is your first time seeing Santa!” “No it’s not!” Lila argued. “Mommy, can I tell you about a dream I just had?” Cynthia nodded. “You can, dear. But you can tell me on the way into the mall. Both Camden and you have a 4:30 appointment with Santa. It’s 4:16…” John nodded. “I know you’re scared, Lila. But this is your first time!” Lila shook her head. “No it’s not, daddy! Can I tell my dream to you and mommy?” Camden nodded. “Yeah! I wanna hear her dream too!” Cynthia unbuckled Lila from her five-point car seat harness while John unbuckled Camden from his seat harness. After getting both of the Watson children out of the car, Cynthia got out the stroller and placed Lila in it. They both safety walked with Camden walking next to John and Cynthia pushing Lila in the stroller. Cynthia then glanced down at Lila. “What was your dream honey?” Lila looked up at her mother, as Camden carefully listened from nearby. “Mommy, I had a bad dream from my other timeline! I was four years old and you took me to see Santa Claus! I didn’t want to see him and I was scared! We were all in a long line at the mall and Santa just looked so scary! When I finally got to see Santa, you put me on his lap and I got very very scared! When he asked me what I wanted for Christmas, I looked up at him and started to pee my pants! I got my underwear and dress all wet and I started to cry! So, can we not see Santa? Please? PLEASE?!!!” Cynthia pushed the stroller forward, and both her and John were about to enter the mall with Camden. “Lila dear, that was a bad dream. I’m very sorry that you had a traumatic experience with Santa when you were four. But you know what? You need to face your fears! Remember the Santa we saw on TV? He’s the same Santa! Besides, you are not going to pee your pants, Lila. You are wearing a diaper. If it makes you feel better, I will change you after we see Santa. I have extra diapers…” Lila nodded, and slipped back into her headspace. This was something she did from time to time, as her very own way of self-soothing. “Where Ana-lah?” Cynthia glanced at her smart watch. “Your sister just got off of work at 4:00 and will be meeting us in the mall. In fact, she’s in there already. Would you feel better if you saw Santa with her?” Lila nodded. “Yeah! See Santa wif Ana-lah! See Santa wif Ana-lah!” Cynthia nodded, and gave her daughter a little head pat. “There’s my good girl. There’s nothing to be afraid of, Lila…” Camden nodded. “Mommy’s right. When I was four, I was a little bit afraid. But Angela was there, and Santa turned out to be very nice. You will like him, Lila…” They all entered the mall by the Cheesecake Factory and made their way towards the meeting spot at Santa’s Flight Academy. Just past the entrance stood Angela, in her Maurine’s Steakhouse work clothes. Angela’s face lit up when she saw Lila sitting in her stroller. “Lila!” she shouted. “My little princess! Are you ready to see Santa?” Lila shook her head. “Nu! I wan yoo see Santa wif me!” Angela nodded. “Certainly, Lila! Did I tell you that Camden wasn’t alone the first time he saw Santa?” “I already told her that!” Camden shouted. Angela offered her hand to the stroller, and Cynthia let her push the stroller instead. Cynthia now walked with John and Camden while Angela pulled Lila in her stroller. The time was now 4:23 PM. Just seven minutes remained before Camden’s and Lila’s special appointment with Santa… Seven minutes later, both Camden and Lila were ready for their appointment on the sleigh with Santa. Camden was first. He fearlessly climbed up the sleigh and sat there with Santa Claus. They got their picture and Camden gave Santa his Christmas list. He pointed to the one thing that he wanted for Christmas. It was a Mario game for the Nintendo Switch. After that, Lila was next. Lila began to whimper. It was like the dream that she just had. She looked back at Angela and a few tears ran down her eyes. “I scawd, Ana-lah!” Angela unbuckled Lila from her stroller and picked her up. “There is no need to be scared, Lila. You are not seeing Santa by yourself. We are seeing Santa together…” Lila smiled as she clung to her sister. Angela placed Lila on Santa’s lap while she stood right next to Lila and Santa. She was not going to leave Lila’s side. Santa glanced at both Lila and Angela. “A little scared, is she?” Angela nodded. “She’s very afraid right now…” Santa nodded. “You are not the first! I have had a few others like this! Are you the mom or the sister?” “Sister.” Angela answered. “You are a very nice sister to help your younger sister like this. How old is she?” Angela grinned. “She is two and a half and can talk. She might be a little shy…” Santa nodded and smiled. “Wow! She is pretty small for two and a half! Most of the two-year-olds I have seen are about five or six inches taller at this point…” Cynthia stood up and raised her voice. “If you need to know, Santa, she gets it from me. All of my family is short and I’m only 4’11”.” Santa nodded. “That’s right! That Camden…I thought he was four until he told me that he was seven. Average, big, or small, I love all the children! Now little girl, what is your name?” Angela glanced at Lila. “Can you tell him your name?” Lila glanced at Angela for approval and she nodded. She then looked up at Santa and smiled. While she wasn’t cowering in fear and panicking like her dream, she was still a little nervous. “H-hi Santa! I Lila! I tu yeers uhld!” Santa smiled. “Lila! That’s a very beautiful name. Now Lila, what do you want for Christmas?” Lila looked back at Angela who nodded again. “San-tah, I wan kitchen wike mommy! I wan caw wik mommy an daddy! I wan nu bwoks tu build mo fings!” Santa nodded and let out a joyful laugh. “Ho ho ho! Those are all wonderful things to ask for, Lila. Have you been a good girl this year?” Lila nodded. “I vewy gud gul!” Santa grinned. “If you are a very good girl, then you shall have them! Now, sit still and we’ll get a picture. You can also take a candy cane on the way out.” They got a quick picture with Santa and Angela smiled. “Thank you very much, Santa!” Angela told him. “You are very welcome, Angela. I understand that some children can be very afraid to see me. But that’s why I have nice bigger brothers and sisters or their parents help their little ones get to know me. I’m very friendly and there’s nothing to be afraid of.” Angela nodded, as she placed Lila back in her stroller and fastened the buckle around Lila’s waist. The Watsons all left the sleigh to make room for the next family appointment to see Santa. After the appointment with Santa, Cynthia made the suggestion to head to the bathrooms. Having remembered what she told Lila, she wanted to change her diaper, as she may very well need it. She also wanted to do a diaper check with Camden as well. As they neared the bathroom, Cynthia whispered into Angela’s ear. “Angie honey, do you need to be changed? We can use the family bathroom if you need it…” Angela smiled and whispered back to her mother. “No mom. I’m fine. I just changed before I left work. I’m just a little damp right now.” Cynthia took Lila out of the stroller and carried her into the family bathroom. She closed the door and locked it. She opened up the changing station and laid Lila right on top of it. She lifted up Lila’s red dress, revealing her wet and soggy diaper, which was sagging. She unpeeled both tabs and lifted up the front. The diaper was very soaked. Just one more wetting would have caused a leak. She gasped as she removed the soggy diaper and rolled it up. “See Lila? You didn’t have an accident on Santa’s lap. That’s why you wear diapers honey…” Lila nodded. “I know that my sister was there, but I was still very nervous. I thought of the dream and I was afraid…” Cynthia nodded and glanced at the wadded up soggy diaper, which was still flashing brightly. “Lila, couldn’t you just wish to not be afraid?” Lila shook her head. “That’s against the rules, mommy. I need to overcome those fears on my own. I can’t overcome them with magic…” Cynthia nodded, as she began to wipe Lila. “I see that you’re talking more like yourself. You talked like a toddler when you were nervous around Santa. I think that you use that…what is it…headspace whenever you feel nervous or afraid. Do you find that helpful, dear?” Lila nodded. “I find it very helpful, mommy!” Cynthia applied the Aquafor to a few new rashes that were starting to form. She then opened up a new Size 3 Pampers Cruiser and stretched it out. She powdered the flashing magic diaper and laid Lila on top of it. She then pressed Lila’s feet together and folded the front of the diaper forward. She fastened both tabs snugly and checked for the perfect fit. She then pushed the fold of her dress back down to cover her diaper again. Both Cynthia and Lila left the bathroom. Camden was next. She placed Lila back in the stroller and had Angela watch her while she changed Camden. Camden was just a little soaked, but not nearly as bad as Lila. She quickly cleaned him and changed him into a new Size 6 Pampers Cruiser. Hours passed. Lila was now at home, having her diaper changed once again. It was very messy from dinner, and her mother just cleaned her up and put her in a Size 3 Pampers Swaddlers Overnights diaper and zipped her into a Leveret cotton footed sleeper with Christmasy red and green stripes and solid green for the footies. To unwind on this Saturday night, they were going to watch a Christmas movie. Cynthia, who was in her Christmas colored night robe, carried Lila down to the living room, where they were about to start a movie. Lila looked up at one of the coffee tables to find a set of figures all standing in one place depicting a scene. A mother and father figure stood next to a baby, that was laying in a manger. Lila looked at her mother and pointed to the baby that was laying in the manger. “Mommy, who is that baby with the mommy and daddy? In my other timeline, you also had the same dolls. What are these dolls, and who is the baby?” Cynthia smiled, and exchanged glances with John. Camden too, smiled as did Angela. “Lila honey, that is my mother’s Nativity Scene. Now Lila, I know what you look like physically, but I know you can understand this. A Nativity Scene is a set of figurines that all tell the story of the birth of Jesus Christ. That baby there that is laying in the hay is baby Jesus. Now Lila, we did have you go to the mall today to ask Santa what you wanted for Christmas. But the real meaning of Christmas is a festival to celebrate the birth of Jesus. He is our savior that has come into the world.” Lila gasped. “Savior?” Cynthia nodded. “Yes. He has come to save you from the naughty things that you have done. When we are born, we all want to be naughty. And when we go to heaven, God can’t have naughty people there. Not even the slightest bit naughty. But you know what? We are all naughty and none of us can ever make there. That’s why he sent his very own son to rescue us from being naughty. His son is good, and never did a single naughty thing. And when we believe that his goodness has rescued us from our naughtiness, he too makes us good. That naughtiness needs to be punished, and he took on every one of our punishments…” Lila gasped. “Why? Didn’t he get hurt and get spankings? Why would he do that if he’s good? I don’t want him to be hurt…” John looked at Lila and nodded. “Lila, he already did get hurt. Lots of owies so that none of us would have to get an owie. He did this because he loves all of us. He is fine now, so don’t worry about him being hurt anymore. That Nativity Scene right there is the true reason for why we celebrate Christmas. The mommy is Mary and the daddy is Joseph. Baby Jesus is the Christ child that God sent into the world to save us from all the naughty things that we do. And Lila, every one of us are naughty and that’s why we need him…” Lila nodded. She still had a lot of questions about this, but she just left it at that. All she knew was that the Nativity Scene right there is very important, and that the Baby Jesus, too, was very important. Her attention then went to the TV, which was on the menu for the movie The Polar Express. John looked at Lila. “Let’s watch the movie now. If you have any more questions about the Nativity Scene, please let me or mommy know. It’s your grandma’s Nativity Scene. The grandma that is watching you from heaven. We will explain the story in more detail another night. Just know that it’s very important. Cynthia nodded. “Who’s ready for the movie?” Lila, Camden, and Angela all raised their hands. And with that, they began the Polar Express. When they got to the song “Hot Chocolate”, they all drank a steaming cup of hot chocolate. Cynthia was going to make some, but Lila had a better idea. She wished for a steaming hot mug of hot chocolate for each member of the family and Lila wished for a fairly warm bottle of hot chocolate for herself. They all drank the hot chocolate and enjoyed the rest of the movie. After that, it was time for bed. All in all, they had a fun evening. Eight more days passed. During Christmas Eve, the Watsons had a fun Christmas with their family. Their extended family was unable to visit, but definitely planned on visiting next year. Jenny, Angela’s friend, also decided to just spend it with the mother who adopted her. The day consisted of Mrs. Watson making snacks and cookies. They then went to a Christmas Eve church service, where Lila got to hear more about the Christmas story, between numerous Christmas songs that they sung. The service ended with everyone holding a candle and singing Silent Night. Camden and Lila held a glowstick, since they were too young to hold a candle. They then returned to their house to help themselves to some Christmas snacks. The Watsons then got all ready for bed, with Cynthia handling all the diaper changes for Lila, Camden, and Angela. Lila laid in her crib, thinking about Christmas and what her father told her. She also knew that she had a magic diaper. For some reason, this was given to her. It was not done by accident. Knowing this, she then thought of her meeting with Santa Claus at the mall more than a week ago. Her mother told her that Santa was going to deliver gifts tonight, but she wanted to see this for herself. Wow! Does Santa really have a sleigh? Mommy and daddy left the cookies and milk out for Santa and the carrots for his reindeer. But I wanna see! Oh, how I wish that I could see Santa deliver my presents tonight! The magic diaper tickled Lila, as was the custom for every one of her wishes being granted. At this, Lila immediately fell asleep. Lila woke up to hear the sound of bells jingling from what sounded light just above the roof. The jingle stopped, which got Lila to her feet. She didn’t want to make any noise, so she made another wish to be downstairs in the living room, where the chimney was. She immediately appeared near the chimney, where she heard a loud noise. A figure descended down the chimney and opened it. He carried a large sack around his back and glanced down. Lila looked up and saw who looked like every Santa Claus that she ever saw. She gasped, and held her hand over her mouth, trying to conceal her giggles. “Santa!” She whispered. “My wish came true!” Santa gave Lila a careful glance and looked at her clear in the eyes. “Lila Watson,” he said, as if he knew everything about her. “Ah yes. The girl that was given a very special gift. You do know that you are up past your bedtime, do you?” Lila quietly nodded. “I do, Santa! I just wanted to see you deliver my presents! That was my wish!” Santa nodded. “I see…And the gift that you have…Being able to have access to unlimited wishes..Doesn’t it have rules that you are supposed to follow?” Lila nodded. “Yup! And this is not breaking any of the rules!” Santa adjusted his glasses and gave a quiet and jolly laugh. “It may not be breaking those rules, but it’s breaking mine, dear. I am delivering all the gifts to the Watson household. See how that tree doesn’t have any presents under it yet? I know that you want to see your gift delivered, but why not take it further? How about you open all of the gifts that I give you in front of me?” Lila shook her head. “No Santa! I just wanted to see my gifts delivered!” Santa nodded. “And you will not be seeing any of them delivered, Lila. I will not do this until you go to sleep. Now you are a very good girl! Do you need something to help with you getting to sleep? Maybe some warm milk?” Santa pulled a baby bottle of warm milk out of his bag and handed it to Lila. “Drink this and go back to bed, Lila Loo. And let me give you some wisdom regarding your gift that you already have, and also some information concerning me.” Lila began drinking down her bottle. She stopped for a moment and nodded. “What do you wanna tell me, Santa?” Santa pointed down to the bright flash that he could see underneath Lila’s footed sleeper. “First of all, your gift. Now Lila, you were a very miserable girl before you received that gift. Then it spoiled you rotten and you learned your lesson. Then, you decided to take a page from Peter Pan. You desire your youth, and you want to keep it forever, don’t you? There is a different way of doing that, but it in no way involves the gift that you have, but it’s the giver of the gift that you have to pursue. Your parents spoke about that, so I would consider what they tell you. So far, you have had that gift for seven years. How long you keep that gift is up to you. Just know that there are consequences for every choice that you make, good or bad. Make the right choice, Lila. There’s another way to be young, Lila and it doesn’t involve any kind of selfish choice, but a choice that completely abandons self. A choice that makes the ultimate sacrifice for what is good. Think about that, Lila Loo who is only two.” Santa then pointed to himself. “Now about me. Do you know who I really am, Lila?” Lila gasped. “Who?” Santa fixed his gaze on Lila and adjusted his glasses. “Lila, I’m not just a whimsical figure who wears a charming suit and affects a jolly demeanor, you know. I’m a symbol. I’m a symbol of the human ability to be able to suppress the selfish and hateful tendencies that rule the major part of our lives. If you can’t believe, Lila…If you can’t accept anything on faith, then you’re doomed for a life dominated by doubt.” He then glanced towards the dining room. “Lila Watson, flee from your Neverland. The hocus pocus from your gift is what brought me into existence, but I’m just a mere symbol of what this holiday is really about. A bishop born in the 3rd Century bore my true name as the man known as Saint Nicholas. He was a very kind and generous man who helped a poor man’s three daughters with wedding gifts known as dowries. Know that this Saint Nicholas celebrated Christmas before man decided to construct myths and traditions centered around who I became. Because of your wish, I am the symbol brought to life. But I will not lie about any matter concerning the truth. Seek that, enjoy your gifts, and enjoy your family. They too are gifts. But don’t make too much of me. Now, be a good little girl and go off to bed now. Merry Christmas to you and to you a good night!” Lila nodded and handed Santa her empty bottle. She made another wish and she immediately appeared back in her crib upstairs. She suckled her pacifier and fell asleep. “Lila!” A whisper came from just outside her door. Lila yawned. From the sound of the whisper, it sounded like Camden. “Lila! Santa came!” That’s all it took to jolt Lila completely awake and for her to climb out of her crib. She quickly tiptoed through her room and opened the door. An eager and excited Camden stood there, grinning from ear to ear. “Angela is already downstairs, waiting for you.” Camden whispered. “Mommy and daddy are not even up yet!” Lila quietly made her way downstairs with Camden and entered the living room. Sure enough, the tree was now loaded with presents. A toy Lexus sat there, right next to the Christmas tree. A toy kitchen sat to the right of the toy car. Lila almost squealed with joy, but it came out as a quiet whisper. “Santa got me everything I asked for! Well…” She thought of the toy blocks. “Except for the toy blocks…” Angela smiled. “Look what you got! Santa may have wrapped some of your gifts, Lila, so don’t worry if you don’t get it right away…” She hugged Lila and Camden and they all hugged each other. About an hour later, John and Cynthia got up and they began opening their gifts (after Cynthia changed all of the Watson children’s diapers, of course). Lila got her toy blocks and a bunch of other nice gifts that she didn’t even ask for. Camden got his Mario game for the Nintendo Switch and a few other fun Nintendo Switch games. Everyone had fun opening gifts and they all had a fun time. For Lila, 2023 was definitely a Christmas to remember.

I was drawn to Jennings myself. Going to work on the next chapter today. I look forward to working on it!😀

A wonderful idea. The only caveat is that their last name has to start with a J. I was thinking about this when I was looking into the mother's family. There will be an aunt in a later chapter. I do have have another "J" name in mind besides Jenners that I may try. Thanks for the feedback! The other thing that has come to mind is that they will lose their "J" name once they get married. They will still use professionally though. Just something else that I thought of... 😀

Thanks! The next thing that I want to explore with the story is the Jenners Twins' family. Not a lot has been discussed here but with a Christmas chapter, more of this will be revealed. How does the Jenners family take to Jill's incontinence and her newfound fame as a popular Twitch Streamer? If you remember Chapter One, the parents never attended either of their girl's graduations. This kind of offers a clue as to how close the Jenners family actually is...