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Why? “What’s that rustling noise?” “Just my underwear.” “Are you being punished?” “No, why do you ask?” “Well, erm, aren’t you’re wearing a diaper.” “Yes, so?” “Oh, so you wet your pants then?” “No, not when I’m wearing one.” “Oh.” “Doesn’t it feel odd?” “No, why should it?” “Well it looks thick and...well... erm, um...” “I don’t understand why it’s of interest.” “Well, cos you’re nineteen and shouldn’t be wearing baby stuff.” “Who says it’s baby stuff.” “Everyone.” “Everyone who? You? I don’t.” “Well everyone apart from you.” “OK. Hey mister... are diapers only for babies?” “What a dumb question... fuck off... no one cares” “Thanks mister. Well he doesn’t.” “But most people do.” “OK. Hey ma’am... are diapers only for babies?” “Well young man... they’re for whoever needs them.” “See, she doesn’t either.” “Well some people think they’re only for kids...” “So not everyone then?” “Most.” “But not everyone?” “No I s’pose not.” “So why do you wear them then.” “Cos I want to.” “Why?” “Why not?” “Because only babies wear... oh... erm...” “Good. Do you want to see the new Pokeman Movie or not?” “Of course... why wouldn’t I?” “You’re such a big kid.” “Yeah but I don’t wear a diaper.” “Perhaps you should...” “Nah not for me... “ “OK but when its half way through the movie and you need to pee... you know they won’t stop it while you go to the restroom.” “Mmmm, never thought about that.” “You see, big boys like me think ahead.” “Perhaps I should wear a diaper.” “Maybe you should AND it works just as well if we go see the new Fast and Furious movie.” “Those always make me shit myself.” “What more can I say? Let’s go and watch Pokemon... I’ll hold your hand if you get scared.” “Thanks.” “It’s what we big boys do.”

“Boo” There was a time, a very short time, when I enjoyed Halloween. As a toddler me and my twin sister Jessica would be dressed up by our parents and guided around the neighbourhood collecting candy. Our outfits always seemed to attract a lot of “Oh ain’t you just the cutest” type of remarks and our plastic jack-o-lanterns would be filled with more sweet goodies. I think mom and dad actually liked the event more than either Jess or me, mom especially loved creating our matching costumes. They would hang back at the end of the pathway leading to each house and take great pleasure in the homeowner’s delight in seeing such sweet and adorable, ghosts, ghouls, risen dead or whatever outrageous getup we’d been put in. As in every neighbourhood there is always a house that has a ‘history’ and, depending on who is telling the story, that history could be a number of things; death, murder, the unexplained, strange disappearances, ugly neighbors… you get the drift. Some of these myths may have had some basis in fact but as a seven year-old, if someone older told you such a story, you regarded it as true. One such house was ‘Laurel Grove’ (or Laurel Grave as many people called the place) where they reputedly had the best Halloween displays (very scary) but also, the best candy should you dare to knock at their door. # On this Halloween mom had got us ready but had suddenly felt unwell so we were entrusted into the care of James and Hillary Templeton, our thirteen year-old neighbors to supervise. Of course they didn’t really want anything to do with a couple of seven year-olds but their mother, mom’s best friend, had insisted so they got stuck with us. Things hadn’t gone too badly. Despite them almost dragging us as quickly as possible around the block we had managed to collect a sizeable amount of stuff in our Halloween bags. Jamie and Hills eventually grew tired of our company and desperately wanted to get us home and off their hands but Jess and I still wanted more candy. However, the teenagers came up with a plan to get us to run home and never come out again, they decided we should visit Laurel Grove. # They told us of the deep secret the place concealed, that although it was a scary and frightening place to visit, should we be brave enough, the rewards were everlasting… and the candy was the best too. Neither Jess nor I had heard of this place before and I think the only thing that registered was “the best candy”. Jamie kept saying it was really a place for grown-ups, those over twelve, and probably not a place where seven year-old babies should go because they’d probably wet themselves and run home to mommy to get their diaper changed. We understood the inference… that Jess and I still wore diapers… we didn’t… so didn’t like that one bit. They were baiting us and we, as petulant second, almost third, graders were desperate to prove we weren’t a couple of diaper wearing pre-schoolers. We agreed to go with them the extra couple of blocks to see this particularly scary place. # When we got there a whole new bunch of people dressed in their creepy best were doing the rounds. Most of them appeared older than me and Jess but we never saw anyone go down the pathway of Laurel Grove. The twenty yards or so from sidewalk to front door were wonderfully kitted out in incredible Halloween props; gravestones, coffins, disembodied arms and pieces of flesh hung in a mist they had somehow created. The place looked fantastic, just like a movie set, with strange groans, howls and spine-chilling sniggering emanated from behind every bush putting nerves on edge. Jess and I looked at each other and though impressed by the set, decided not to take our chance at getting the best candy ever. Our teenage supervisors said they understood, we were probably much too babyish to dare to do such a thing and besides they didn’t want the responsibility of having to change our diapers. Their teasing was having an effect and we were getting fed up with this reference to us being diaper wetting babies, neither of us had worn them since we were two, so the joke was on them. Ha! However, when they said that most people were scared of knocking on that particular door, and it would take someone with an enormous amount of courage to do so, we saw our way of not only proving we didn’t need diapers but that we were more grown-up than some of these older boys and girls who were avoiding the place. We saw that not only would we get the best chocolate and candy EVER, we would no longer be seen as babies but become heroes to older kids. This thought spurred us on. # There was absolutely no doubt that we were both sweating heavily as we started slowly and nervously on the journey up the haunted pathway. Jess looked terrified with each moan she heard and became quite upset as some red gunge dripped over the side of a broken coffin. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore each horror as it appeared but my head filled with even worse terror when I walked into a spider’s web that glued itself to my face. The words of encouragement (and giggles) from Jamie and Hills seemed muffled as we drew closer to the door, even though we were still only halfway there. A rustling in the bushes and the bright red-eyes of a skeleton dog howled right next to Jess and she turned tail and ran back down the path. I swallowed hard, determined that I was going to be a hero but already feeling my tummy tighten and breathing difficult, at the same time my bladder and bowel both seemingly wanted to burst. I had no idea this was what fear felt like but I desperately didn’t want to return empty-handed to the sidewalk. I knew that James and Hillary would never let us forget that we were just a couple of scared babies who couldn’t even get up the courage to knock on a door. # I concentrated on achieving my goal. I wasn’t far away and the ghostly hand that touched my face, and the whispered warnings filling my head, only stopped me in my tracks for a few seconds before I forced myself forward. There was low satanic laughter coming from behind the door. I could hear scratching and an evil voice telling the pitiful moans ‘…they would never leave - ah ah ah ahhhhh!’ The hair on the back of my neck was somehow crawling and despite the sweating, I felt goosebumps chill my body. My teeth began to chatter, each step felt like I was dragging a huge weight and the moaning and flapping of wings was getting louder. Blood oozed around the doorway, I felt pee rush into my underwear, shadows drifted by and a bigger shadow filled the reflection in the glass window. The shape changed from man to animal to… I wasn’t too sure but when I looked back to the sidewalk all I could see was the thick mist obliterating everything but a crawling skeleton I hadn’t noticed before. # I gulped and a strange shiver ran down my spine. I was inches away from the door and steeled myself to knock and hope that I wasn’t transformed into some abominable creature of the night. As I raised my little hand to knock, the lit up porch was suddenly plunged into darkness. Fear, or some other shade passed through my body but a purple light switched on. When my eyes got used to the new illumination I could see the word ‘BOO’ smeared in still glistening blood across the door. A scream of death or pain or torture filled my mind and it was that terrifying moment when my bowel decided it had had enough and I filled my underwear. I couldn’t move as my bottom emptied and a rush of lumpy liquid and farts packed my pants with a smelly, mushy load. I stood spellbound for a few moments, staring at that bloody word that appeared to have been so recently scrawled across the woodwork by some poor, ravaged creature. It looked wet and dripped and then I realised that I was also in the same predicament. ‘BOO’ That’s all it had said but those three letters would, unknown to me, haunt me for the rest of my life. # The trip back home was a messy business. Jamie and Hillary didn’t want to have anything to do with a shitty little seven year-old, what with the filthy marks all over my costume, not to mention the smell. Nevertheless, they were nervous of the consequences because they were supposed to be looking after us both and now, one scared little seven year-old had crapped his pants because of their lack of care. Thankfully Jessica held my hand and guided me home because I never would have made it I was crying so much. The two teens were begging me not to tell, whilst coming up with suggestions on how I should explain the disaster. As I was so traumatised by the entire experience I wasn’t party to any of these negotiations. I waddled, slowly and with legs apart, to try and prevent my soiled pants from rubbing against any other part of my body, so I really wasn’t listening. Meanwhile, Jessica had managed to get all Jamie’s and Hillary’s candy and I never knew what else as payment. Once home she spent no time in telling our parents what had happened, how scary the place was and who was really to blame for enticing me up that pathway. Of course mom blamed herself for not being there, whilst dad went around and told their parents. They were grounded for two weeks. # I was still crying when mom led me upstairs to the bathroom and cleaned me up. However, no sooner had she put me in my PJs than a nervous tremble ran through my body and I immediately wet myself. She could see I was in shock and didn’t quite trust me to not spend the night wetting the bed so took evasive action. She told dad to go out to the garage and bring in all the stuff she’d stored there from when I was a baby. In moments he returned with a huge box and mom seemed to know exactly what she was looking for. I was laid out on a towel draped over my bed to ‘catch’ any further accidents and, as she rummaged in the box, through my tears I noticed she had found a couple of thick fabric diapers I hadn’t seen for many years. I wanted to protest but in reality I could hardly get my breath so she had me diapered and in a huge pair of clear plastic pants (which I never remembered owning) in a matter of moments. For the first time since being outside that door at Laurel Grove, I felt out of harm’s way and the thick padding that mom had shrouded me in added to my sense of protection from any evil that may have followed me home. Mom and dad both came and kissed me night-night but left the light on so I wasn’t scared. That didn’t actually work because my dreams were terrible. Every time I closed my eyes I could still see that garden and when I did drop off I was being pursued by all kinds of devilish beings. In the morning I was in no better state than I had been when I’d arrived home that night. It was a good job that mom had the foresight to make sure I was thickly diapered. # For the next few nights I remained well-protected but after a couple of days I was waking up dry and we all thought the drama had past. Life, and school, went on as normal and things only changed when one Saturday morning Jessica crept up behind me and shouted “BOO” and ran off giggling. Under normal circumstances I would have chased after her and this would have developed into a game of tag or have us both roll around on the carpet play fighting. Alas, on this occasion the strange shiver that ran through me on hearing those three letters had the same effect as those scrawled so unnervingly on Laurel Grove’s front door – I filled my underwear. Totally unbidden, pee and poo took urgent leave of my body and soaked what little clothing I was wearing. I looked down in horror as a pool of the stuff formed at my feet - shocked I didn’t move but started to cry. Jessica came running back and saw what had happened and called for mom. She couldn’t believe her eyes on seeing her seven year-old son standing in the middle of his bedroom covered in such a mess. She scooped me up and not caring about her own clothes carried me to the bathroom. She stripped and hosed me down with the shower, then once dry, carried me back to my room and got Jess to find my diapers again. Within minutes of the horror striking, I was back in a thick diaper and plastic pants hugging mommy and wondering what had happened. I don’t suppose the fact that she had scared me even entered Jess’s head, all she explained to mom was that she’d just ‘tagged’ me and ran off when she heard me crying. I couldn’t offer a better explanation, the word ‘boo’ having no connection at the time, so mom must have presumed I was still having some kind of memory to that traumatic night. My diapers stayed with me now for school because on two occasions I’d wet myself while in class. It wasn’t completely unheard of for a seven year-old to have an accident but, with my recent history, mom thought it better to keep me protected 24/7. I didn’t mind. Although I didn’t particularly like the thickness wrapped around me, I certainly didn’t like the wet pants and stifled giggling of my class mates more. Being called a baby was so much worse if there were pee stains down the front of your pants. As time went on I seemed to be wetting myself almost constantly so my diaper was ever present. I never knew when I would leak, or flood and I couldn’t work out the reason. The therapist I saw of course blamed my current situation on the ‘Halloween experience’, which left both my parents feeling very guilty seeing as how much it was they who enjoyed the occasion most. However, I’d seem to go ages without any sort of accident and then suddenly whilst reading, or even walking down the street, I’d feel that shiver and instantly fill my diaper. # I haven’t been able to shake this feeling for, well, since I was seven and I’m sixteen now but I think I now know what might be the cause… it’s those three letters B.O.O. It wasn’t the Halloween garden - the ghosts, blood and bodies, it was those three simple letters. I know this because when I read a book, my concentration is on what I’m reading but as soon as I stop and relax, the word BOOK is no longer the word, all I can see is BOO. The same goes for seeing any word with ‘boo’ somewhere in it. For instance, the word BOOB has recently had me peeing my diaper like a fountain on many embarrassing occasions, especially when I’m trying to chat up a girl. Boomerang, not a word I see often, but I found myself pissing my pants to once I did notice it. The same goes for many words containing those three letters together. So, walking down the street and seeing Book Shop, often finds me filling my diaper. I didn’t notice that was the reason when I was younger, I always assumed it was the event that had caused my problem but now I see the real cause. I hadn’t put the word and that experience together. In fact, although I remember the incident perfectly, the word itself I never thought of as traumatising, just the way it was scrawled bloodily on the door. However, now I think I know the reason, I’m not sure I can tell anyone, I feel stupid that a childish scare word has had such a devastating effect on my life for over nine years. However, I needed help so went to see the shrink and he said he was bamboozled by my casebook. I left his office in a right messy state. ~~~~~~~~ THE END Or is it… BOO

What made you think...? “What made you think you wouldn’t have to wear a diaper?” “Well, I thought, seeing as it’s my eleventh birthday... and Aunty Sue has sent me some boxer shorts as a present that... erm...” “Well yes, that is nice of Aunty Sue but your father and I don’t think you’re ready yet for such a change.” “But I really am mum. I mean no one at school wears diapers except me and... erm... they... errr..” “So you think that because no one else at your school wears a diaper then you shouldn’t either?” “Well I just thought that...” “The problem is son that you still wet the bed.” “But that’s not fair mum... I haven’t wet for ages.” “That’s because you always wear a diaper and plastic pants. I really don’t know why you’re complaining.” “But I haven’t wet my diapers in... ages...” “Now then son... we both know that’s not true don’t we?” “Er, umm, mmm, erm...” “We both know you’ve wet on several occasions and tried to sneakily change your wet diaper.” “Oooohhh... how did you know?” “I didn’t until just this second.” “Oh mum, please don’t make me wear...” “I’ll give you until the count of three to get those boxers off and on the changing table.” “But mum...” “One.” “Please mum let me...” “Two.” “Okay, okay...” “No need to take that attitude... I want no petulance... just get up and I’ll get you ready for the day.” Sigh “You know you’re always better when you’re well protected so why this desire to wear boxers I do not know.” “Can I wear them over the diaper please?” “You know the rules, when in the house we need to see your diapers all the time. When out and about you wear your shorts but, and don’t think this is an open invitation, you can wear your present when you go out.” “Really mum... do you think dad will be okay with that?” “I’m sure he’ll have reservations but I’ll have a word... I’m sure we can work something out.” “Did dad never want to wear boxers or briefs?” “Sweetheart, you dad has never found anything more comfortable or more useful than a diaper and plastic pants. He swears by them and that’s why we think they’re best for you. Despite what your friend’s opinion might be your father and I know best.” “Thanks mum.” ####

Hello everyone! I'm a long time ABDL and lover of the many stories that this fetish/lifestyle/hobby has to offer! I've wanted to dip my toe into writing for a while now. I call this story Cycles and it's... a bit unusual I guess? I've never been much of a writer due to ADD which makes sitting down and concentrating long enough to write quite challenging, but I'm hoping to mitigate that with the way I write this story. I hope you enjoy and please feel free to leave me any feedback you have. Just as a warning, it may take a while to get going! I awoke with a start. It was very unusual for me as I tend to be a heavy sleeper and almost always hit the snooze button. This was only the first strange thing to happen as I began noticing that things were not right at all. The first thing I saw was the smooth ceiling. My room has white popcorn ceilings and these were soft baby blue. Turning my head, I saw that the entire room was this shade. The color of the walls immediately fell off my priorities list entirely when I tried to push my legs together. I normally sleep naked, so I was surprised to find myself wearing a thick soft undergarment. Desperate, I racked my brain for answers. Did I go to a party last night? Did I fall asleep at a friend's house? Was this a one night stand? If so I hope she was cute. Realizing that I would never find the answers to these questions from my position in this bed, I stood up and looked around. The room was empty save for the bed, a window and a door. After a quick peek under the bed I saw that my clothes were nowhere to be found in addition to my phone, wallet and keys. I had nothing but this strange underwear. In the distance I heard a car honking twice and someone shouting something in a language I couldn't understand. At this point, I realized I had to go to the bathroom. With nothing else to do and no one to explain my situation, I stood up and walked to the door. Grabbing the knob, I turned but it seemed to be stuck. I fumbled with it a few more times before realizing that it was locked. Frustrated and growing a little scared, I rolled my head back and said aloud the question that any sane person would be asking. "What the fuck is going on?" As soon as the words left my lips, all hell broke loose. I began to feel incredibly tired, my legs got weak and I tried to stumble back to the bed to catch myself. As I was beginning to fall onto it, everything went black I heard a booming, slightly mechanical voice speak so loudly it shook. It was the last thing I heard as I lost consciousness, saying CYCLE A1 FAILURE. COMMENCING CYCLE A2. I awoke with a start. Once again I found myself in a baby blue room with strange underwear on. I sat up and looked around, trying to find any semblance of an answer about what was going on. It seemed like almost no time had passed based on the sunlight entering the room. I assumed it was still morning. I buried my head in my hands and tried to figure out what could possibly have happened to put me in this situation. After a moment, I heard a car honk twice and someone shouting something in a strange language. It sounded like he was saying "Oba goba gabla." Drivers here must be awful! I thought. Am I in New Jersey? Realizing I still had to pee (thankfully no worse than before) I looked over at the door. "This better as fuck work this time, or something's seriously wrong." I muttered. Immediately I was overcome with the same horrible feeling that led me to passing out last time. As I began to go under again, I distinctly heard the voice again. CYCLE A2 FAILURE. COMMENCING CYCLE A3. I awoke with a start. Same room, same time of day, same weird underwear. My thoughts immediately turned to my health. What's going on? Why do I keep passing out? What's this voice I hear? I ignored my slight need to pee as I went over a checklist of everything that had happened to me. Finally, I came to the conclusion that I must be having some kind of seizures and dissociative episodes that made me hear voices. I knew that I needed to find my phone and call an ambulance fast before they got worse and I stopped waking up. In the distance, I could hear a car honk twice. As I was about to pass judgement on the horrible drivers in this area, I heard the same voice. "Oba goba gabla!" A very strange thought passed through my mind, but I immediately rejected it as insane and instead went with the much more rational conclusion. "The drivers here are really shitty, huh?" The feeling returned and the strength left my body. CYCLE A3 FAILURE. COMMENCING CYCLE A4. I awoke with a start, but didn't open my eyes. The crazy thought returned to my mind and I felt like I had no choice but to entertain it. I lay there, in the bed, listening, praying I was wrong, praying I wouldn't be able to validate this frankly ridiculous idea. I was disappointed. Honk! Honk! "Oba Goba Gabla!" "SHIT!" I yelled as the feeling returned and the world went dark. CYCLE A4 FAILURE. COMMENCING CYCLE A5. (To be continued as ADD permits)

A Changed Man Chapter 1 Sue stood in the laundry, looked closely at the pair of Joe's briefs in her hand. She sighed, and put them aside to soak. She stared out of the window for a moment, looking over the unkempt back lawn. She felt hopeless. Since Joe had been reassigned to contract work, not only had his work become erratic, and his income reduced, but he had been even less responsible around the house than before, despite being at home for days at a time. The garden was deteriorating, and Sue felt that she was the only one who ever picked anything up around the house. Often, she felt like shouting at Joe. But he was the man of the house. That was a hurdle Sue found hard to overcome. The stained underwear was too much. Sue rang her friend Gil. ------- The two friends were soon at the local coffee shop. 'Maybe he's not lazy, Gil,' said Sue. 'Maybe he's depressed, with work and all. That could be behind everything.' Gil looked at her friend. Gil was a few years older than Sue. Sue had worked under Gil as a nurse, and Gil had a soft spot for the younger woman. Gil had moved into psychiatric nursing, and now supervised a facility for people with various problems. 'Maybe,' replied Gil, 'But I don't think so. I think the problem may be kind of inherent in your personalities.' 'What?' said Sue, alarmed. 'What do you mean? Do you think I...' Gil laughed. 'It's nothing out of the ordinary,' she said. 'Our society is set up for men to lead marriages. That suits a lot of couples, but not all. I'm not sure it suits you two, from what I've seen.' 'Lead?' said Sue. 'We're sort of together. I know you know us quite well, so what have you seen? You've never mentioned this.' 'You've never complained,' said Gil, 'And it's not my place to interfere if you're getting on ok. But I can see you're unhappy, and Joe doesn't sound to content either, so if you want, I can give you an idea if an alternative. I can show you another way.' Sue stared at Gil. 'You have my attention,' she said with a grin. 'What other way? I'm intrigued.' Gil smiled. 'OK,' she said. 'Let's go for a walk.' They left the coffee shop and walked into the main concourse of the mall. 'Let's just look at people,' she said. 'They're mostly women and children here, but they'll do for an illustration.' 'What do you mean?' asked Sue. 'It's about who takes the lead,' Gil said. 'Put simply, who's in charge.' Sue thought about what she'd just said about she and Joe being sort of together, equal in their marriage.she wondered what Gil had in mind. 'OK,' said Gil. 'Let's play a game. Well look at a couple or group, and you tell me who's in charge, who is taking the lead. Well start over there, mum in red top.' Sue looked at the young mum ordering her little daughter to hurry up. The daughter immediately did as she was told. 'That's easy,' she said. 'The mother.' 'Yep,' said Gil. 'Now this lot,' she said, pointing to a noisy group of teenaged girls. Sue watched them for a minute. 'No one's in charge there,' she laughed. 'In fact they're all arguing about what to do next. 'Precisely,' said Gil. 'They don't mind, but from an efficiency point of view, it's hopeless, and if they were all married to each other, they'd be in trouble.' The next group Gil pointed out was a mother with a female friend and three children. They had finished shopping and the children, two girls and a boy, were straggling. The mother called to one of the girls who responded quickly and rejoined the group. She called several times with no effect to the boy who was wandering off, then resorted to catching up with him and delivering a sharp swat to his backside, which together with an order to hurry up, got him moving. 'See how it works?' Gil said. Sue laughed. 'Yes,' she said, 'But I'm not a mum and I could hardly spank him! Joe's not a child.' 'Not chronologically, perhaps,' said Gil seriously. 'This is about the dynamics of the marriage. The best distribution of power. Have you heard of a female led marriage?' 'No,' said Sue. The subject sounded serious, but interesting. Something attracted Sue to the idea of power in her marriage. 'Come to the clinic,' said Gil. 'I'll show you some things. Tomorrow at 10am? ' 'OK,' said Sue. The clinic where Gil worked was just out of town. Sue often passed its high wall and imposing facade. 'See you there,' replied Gil as the two women parted. Sue felt a pleasant buzz of expectation as she walked to her car. To be continued

So my story is, im currently 29 years old. I vaguely remember being toilet trained and being told off as a kid, and not liking it. I do remember wetting the bed a few times but i dont remember ever being put into diapers. Never had a girlfriend but when i was around 17/18, i started with rubber--rubber fetish. Then when i was 18 and i was watching this advert for baby nappies and it clicked. From almost nowhere i had this desire to try and wear nappies. I got bambino first, and they were like XXL and far too big for me. Then i started on and off getting diapers / nappies. Purging and binging for almost 10 years. By 2015 it was starting to fade, then family members diied. It came back with a surgence but i also suddenly want to do adult baby stuff like pacifiers. Im in the process of going through another binge. I feel really guilty when using, though its easier, wearing especially without a sexual release. Any advice or help?

So I'm really not to sure where to start, but I'm 22 years old, and my whole school life has been based on the shame of this truth about me wanting to be diapered forever, especially since a particular incident in my first day of pre-school, and especially since another incident where I was 15, both incidents are two different scenarios, the preschool incident was the most embarrassing of the 2, and I'm really shy about going into it, especially when this is the first time I've ever posted on this forum, and I've finally got my mother to understand why to quit bringing up the pre-school incident where I pooped my pants in class and was repeating "Don't poop pants" later on that day, and then the incident from when I was 15 was way more different, because my father held me and my mother hostage on a high speed chase where I apparently had to pee so badly, and cried because I never wanted to think about death or wetting my skinny jeans fullblast, my father kept telling me "Just pee your pants" and I didn't want to think about it, so my crying and moaning to an extent I wished I wasn't in that car, and was at home in bed wearing an adult diaper, and being someone's adult baby, which is a thought I fell in love with, I could go into more detail about why I didn't want to think about it, because I was afraid of some awful things happening with me if I wet my skinny jeans, and for about the past month, I've been in doubt of finding someone who could diaper me forever, and baby me and nurture me like I want to be nurtured, and treat me the way I want to be treated, dress me up like a beautiful women, and show me off, take me out, change my diapers, and let me wear panties over my diaper, and just be gentle with me, and treat me the way I desire to be treated, and have my freedom to live to be myself, and I'm desperate for that special person who would take care of me like that, and some times I cry tears about the fear of never finding or meeting that special person, very desperate, and feeling like the only one who feels like this most of the time.

A couple weeks ago, a nameless user on a certain imageboard posted a prompt that I really liked. I asked him if I could use it, and he allowed me to. Here is the prompt: "Twin sisters plan to dress as each other for Halloween. However, while one is an ordinary grill, the other is a Little. It's an AB friendly world, Littles are identified early on, never potty trained, kept off solids, not subject to the same education system, etc. They plan to go to a neighborhood party, the Big in all her sister's clothes but a cat ear headband and make up whiskers to at least be in a more obvious costume. The Little really wants the Big experience, and doesn't let her sister know that she didn't wear her diapers, instead sneaking a pair of panties. She should probably spend a lot of time mesmerized by the panties, the insane thinness, the texture, how she feels absolutely naked. And how she personally believes that it's the underwear that let's Bigs use the potty, so she erroneously thinks she'll be fine at the party despite never having held an ounce of anything back before. Of course an accident happens at the party, I'll leave punishments up to you, but the Little should complain a lot about how the diaper ruins her twin costume." Hopefully this story is up to that person's standards, and that I didn't deviate too far away from his prompt. Sorry for any grammar, spelling or general story-writing mistakes. Please enjoy. -- Panties. Actual, real, cloth panties. Thin, thin, thin! Kaylee wasn't just holding them. She wasn't just seeing her twin waltz around their apartment, flaunting them. Kaylee was wearing them. Despite it being un-ladylike, she couldn't help but keep her hands in her leggings, just feeling them. It was such a strange feeling, compared to her usual diapers. Thick and plastic, they added a layer of bulk and fluff around her crotch. She wiggled a bit. It was almost like being naked. Wearing a bra was maybe a more apt comparison. Normally, she wore diapers. Big, crinkly diapers. Sometimes they had cute designs, sometimes they didn't, but they were never undergarments that could be considered grown-up. No, mature. Mature is a much more grown-up word. A slight blush appeared on her cheeks at the thought. Her, wearing something other than diapers, being so mature. In the whole world, no other piece of clothing could make her more mature. Panties were the pinnacle of adulthood in her eyes. Thin, sleek, noiseless panties. She wasn't sure if they could be described as comfortable, but they were something she coveted. They weren't an object of desire just for their matureness alone. Although, Kaylee would admit—a million times—how big of a difference such a small article of clothing could make in self-image. Kaylee had a feeling that panties did more than just make someone look mature. Kaylee had never been potty-trained, like many who shared her social status. Although she knew potty-training was a thing, and she understood the ideas behind it, she had a bit of a superstition regarding underwear: What you wore determined your ability. If you wore diapers, you wouldn't make it to the potty. If you wore panties, you'd be able to hold it for hours. Deep down, she knew it was illogical. She had no evidence to back that claim up. Why wouldn't everyone wear adult underwear from the get-go? She didn't know. She just had a hunch. Hope, really. A hope that she had always kept to herself, ever since childhood. Now that she was wearing the coveted item of clothing, she felt emboldened. She wasn't supposed to wear them, since her sister thought she'd have an accident, but she snuck them on earlier. She had to. Tonight was her chance, and she had to know. It'd been at least ten minutes, and she hadn't yet wet herself. To her, it seemed like the theory was holding up. She was potty trained now. Even if she somehow really wasn't, she was just glad she got to experience the feeling of wearing an adult's underwear. It's just so incredible. Panties! Thin! Not plastic! Cloth! Mature! The slam of a door caused her hands to shoot away from her crotch, and it put a cease to her wiggling. It suddenly felt warm around her crotch. No, she couldn't have. She was wearing panties now. Kaylee instinctively sat up straighter, although she probably didn't notice the change in her own posture. Nothing was wrong. Not at all. It was just the heat from her thighs being closer together than they had ever been. She definitely didn't wet her mature underwear. Hailey, her sister, popped around the corner that lead into the hallway. She was done changing into her costume. She would've checked. She would've put her hands back to her crotch. However, Kaylee couldn't afford to let Hailey see her being so crude. That was the least of her problems, though. She couldn't let Hailey know that she was wearing panties, nor could she give an inkling of the impression that she might've wet herself. She really didn't want to be punished, not tonight. The potentially wet girl turned to look at her sister. "So, how's it look?" Hailey stuck her arms out and did a twirl. Hailey wasn't normally a twirling kinda girl. 'Adorable' was the first thing to pop into Kaylee's head, so that's what she went with. It was ironic, as that was usually how people described her. "Adorable." A big grin spread across her face. Her posture slackened. This was gonna be a great Halloween. Hailey was dressed like a kitty. She was garbed in a black onesie, which did little to hide the diaper around her waist. Kaylee could tell it was one of her overnight diapers. Thick, black tights adorned her legs. They extended all the way up into the onesie. A long black tail was attached to the rear of the onesie. The tip of Hailey's nose was black, and three black lines adorned each of her cheeks. Two cat ears, as black as her hair, stuck out of her head. Anyone that looked at her would see an adult baby, ready for an amazing Halloween. Anyone that looked at her would see Kaylee, not Hailey. Hopefully, anyone who saw Kaylee would see Hailey instead. That's what they wanted. The two were twins, and they had decided to go as eachother for Halloween. It wasn't a totally original idea. Tons of people would dress up as those they knew for the holiday. Schools had been doing "Twin Day" for spirit week since the beginning of time—not that the twins ever would've done that before, being sent to different schools and all. It wasn't an uncommon concept. What made it different, and interesting to the both of them, was who they were. Kaylee was an adult baby—or little, depending on who you talked to. Hailey was the opposite. Some might call her a big, but she didn't care for identifying herself like that. She preferred to be called an adult, if she was to be called anything. The exemplified the two types of people that existed in their world. Roughly thirty percent of people were considered adult babies. Some, like Kaylee, decided to never potty-train, if you could call childhood stubborness a decision. Some chose their station in life while young, others chose it quite late. Some dabble in it, while the majority make it a lifestyle. Whatever their story, they existed as a distinct group. Grown-ups, adults, those deemed mature by society, were the opposite. A majority of the population existed as they had since time immemorial. Some adored adult babies, and these people supported the lifestyles of many. Others just went about their lives. Hailey was firmly in the second grouping. She didn't want to adopt an adult baby, like some of her peers. She didn't visit the rent-a-baby nurseries that were currently in fashion. She didn't directly dabble in the culture, like some of her more adventurous friends. She tried to be as normal as possible. Why did she jump on the idea of being her twin for Halloween? Kaylee had no idea. Hailey was normally as far from adult-baby culture as possible. It had been Kaylee's idea. An idea that she had little hope for her serious, mature sister to entertain. To her shock, Hailey embraced it. She was even the one to suggest going as cats. She had even picked out that specific costume, which was a far cry from Hailey's usual low-effort ensembles. Kaylee felt underdressed in her sister's idea of a costume: black leggings, a black hoodie covering a t-shirt and a cat-ear headband. "Well, are we ready then?" Hailey asked. Kaylee snapped out of her slight daze and nodded her head a few times. "Remember, you're acting like me tonight. Turn on your big-girl mode, ok?" Hailey herself began to activate little-girl mode. Today, she was the overgrown baby. She'd have to start acting like it. "Sure, sure! Let me go grab my bag, then." She put emphasis on 'my.' She was Hailey now, not Kaylee. She was a mature, adult. Everyone, even their friends, would be none the wiser. She stood up and made towards their kitchenette, where Hailey usually set her bag. Only, she had forgotten something. "Kaylee. May. What's this wetspot on the couch?" Kaylee froze. Hailey's reactivated her adult mode instantly, if she had ever really deactivated it. "And why don't I see any padding on that heiney?" "Uh, well, you see..." Kaylee didn't have much of a defence for herself. She knew the rules, and she knew her body. Hailey only let Kaylee move into her apartment, since she agreed to her rules. Their parents only let Kaylee move into Hailey's apartment, since Kaylee agreed to her sister's rules. Rule one: Hailey is an adult, so what Hailey says goes. Rule two: Diapers all the time. Hailey didn't want her furniture or her carpet ruined, which Kaylee could easily do without noticing, like she just had. Hailey sighed. She wasn't angry, but Kaylee should've known better. "I know you want to be a grown-up tonight, but grown-ups know their limits, rights?" Kaylee nodded, and she started tearing up. She was in so much trouble. "That's why I told you to wear a diaper. You know the rules, sis." "Y-yea. I do." Kaylee stuttered. She was normally a really good girl. Not once had she broken one of her sister's rules. She felt the opposite of mature now. The panties were such a silly idea. "Now, now," The other twin was already in another room, grabbing a few things. She returned as quickly as she had left the room. "You're not in trouble. Too much trouble, at least. We're just gonna get this taken care of, ok?" Kaylee nodded her head, more demurely than earlier. If it had been any other night, Hailey thought, she would've actually punished her twin. Maybe a spanking, maybe a time-out, but not tonight. She wanted tonight to be perfect just as much as her twin did. Before Kaylee knew it, she was naked below the waist, and a changing mat was on the floor. "Hailey, please not tonight. I'm supposed to be a big girl." She was tearing up more, and the mature twin felt a tantrum on-coming. "Big girls wear diapers too, plus, no one's gonna notice." She wasn't totally sure about the later statement. None of Hailey's pants would hide a diaper, and Hailey almost never wore skirts or dresses, which might ruin their costume idea. She'd have to think of something. "B-but, panties!" "C'mon. It'll be okay. Lay down, so there's not anymore of a mess." Kaylee obeyed, and the whole ordeal was over in no time. Glancing at her now-soaked panties, Hailey was just glad it wasn't a pair of her 'sexy' undies. Kaylee had somehow picked out the plainest pair in the dresser. Both the leggings and the panties ended up in the trash. Hailey wasn't too interested in wearing those ever again. "Sis, there's no way anyone's gonna think I'm you in this." Kaylee tugged at the hoodie, trying to cover-up a bit. She wasn't normally one for modesty, but she had felt so adult earlier, the sudden shift was a bit much. "Don't worry, I'm thinking of something." Hailey was already cleaning the stain on the couch. There was a bottle of pet-stain remover laying around just for this occasion. Hailey wasn't totally sure it would work, but it was better than any other option. "What made you wear my panties, anyway?" She tried not to be too accusatory, her sister was beating herself up enough. The poor girl hadn't moved from by the changing mat. The loss of her first pair of panties was devastating. Her sister reminding her of her reasoning somehow made her feel worse. A stupid, childish delusion. She explained the reasoning, and she pouted when Hailey laughed. "That's something else. Mom's gonna die, when she hears that." "I'm serious, Hailey. It's not funny." Kaylee was one step away from stomping her foot. "I believe it. Never doubted you. It's just funny." Hailey paused. "It is not! Not funny at all." Another tantrum. This girl was on a short fuse tonight. "All I want is to be mature." Unlike some, it was a bit hard for Kaylee to suddenly decide to not be an adult baby. There were a few failed attempts at potty-training during their senior year of high-school. Hailey knew she'd have to nip this one in the bud too. She could not let a tantrum go unpunished, but she didn't want to ruin the night either. A solution popped into her head, one that might not work. One that she was apprehensive about. A solution that made her stomach turn with so many emotions. She wasn't against it, but she didn't know if she was ready to take this step. Forcing herself, she strode towards her sister, took her hand, and she placed it on her crotch. On one hand, this wasn't something you taught an over-grown toddler to do. On the other hand, they were the same age and Kaylee knew this was an exception. Hand in place, Hailey pushed. She knew she had to pee, at least a little. With effort, the dams burst. It felt like she absolutely flooded the diaper. She was a bit worried, despite knowing Kaylee could wear one for a full twenty-four hours with no leaks. Her cheeks were flushed. Embarassment, excitement and a bit of disgust rose in her. She almost felt the adrenaline. "S-see Hailey? Big sis is a potty-pants like you, now." She waited on edge for the response of her immature twin. "What do you mean?" Kaylee had a dumbfounded look on her face. "Did you wet yourself? I didn't feel anything." She bent over, looking as if she was inspecting her twin's nethers. Hailey backed up. How dumb, she thought. These are premium diapers. No way anyone would be able to feel her wetting through them, especially the first wetting. That thought made her blush even more. It was just a first wetting. Hailey was brought out of her thoughts by Kaylee's giggling. "Cute, super cute!" She wrapped her arms around Hailey, hugging her. "It's super cute that you would do that for me." The loss of the panties was momentarily forgotten. "That's what big sisters do." A nervous laugh escaped her lips. She couldn't believe she did that. Now, she was gonna be going to the party like this. She couldn't begin to imagine. She hadn't been this embarassed—at such a loss—since high-school. Suddenly, it came to her. The memory of a certain Halloween arose in her. The memory of an old costume, one that would fit perfectly with their theme. "I think I've figured it out, Kaylee." The twin headed towards her room, specifically her closet, while ignoring the sensations between her legs. She kept most of her clothing, even silly costumes. If it still fit, it stayed. No sense in wasting things, right? "Wait," Kaylee followed after her sister. "What is it, what is it? Panties?" She knew better, but she couldn't help but throw that possibility out there. "No, silly. Something that'll cover that crinkly butt." And there it was. In the very back of her closet, a witch's outfit, complete with hat, that she had worn their junior year of high-school. Hailey was never oen for dressing up, but her Trigonometry teacher had promised bonus points to those in costume on Halloween. Obviously, sacrifices had to be made. It was a cheap garment, but it had held up well. Better yet, it would still fit either of them. "How about this?" Hailey held the costume up to Kaylee. "That's not panties. It also doesn't seem very mature. It also also doesn't seem very like you. It also also also isn't a kitty. We won't be matching anymore." A slight frown formed on her face. "Well, think of it like this. You're a witch, and I'm your familiar." She knew Kaylee would go for this. Her eyes lit up. She loved the idea. She almost wished she could be the familiar, but that wouldn't work. Not this Halloween, at least. "What about everything else?" "It does seem very like me, since I bought it and wore it a few years ago. It does seem mature, because we can say Hailey dressed up at Kaylee's insistence. I'll play that bit up, if I need to. And, it is definitely not panties. Not much I can do about that one." Hailey answered each complaint in turn. This would work, she'd make sure of it—as much for Kaylee's sake as her own. She wanted this night just as badly. She might've wanted it worse. "Go ahead, try it on." Hailey encouraged. Kaylee deftly slipped out of the hoodie, removing the cat-ear headband first, and slipped the silky-smooth dress on. She then adorned her head with the pointy, black hat. A complaint about shoes almost escaped her lips, but Kaylee remember that she had a pair of black mary-janes that would compliment the outfit. She would put those on before they left. "It's no panties, but what do you think?" Hailey smiled, sure that her sister would love it. The smile was returned. "I think it'll be an amazing Halloween. Now, let's go, potty-pants. We have a party to get to."

My name is Colin Twitchell, let me tell you about my best trip ever. Me ma' was American in the Army stationed in England near Leeds. Me da' was a son of a Pub owner in Gateshead England. Me ma' was on leave her and few of her girlfriends traveled the two hours north to Newcastle/ Gateshead area. They ended up at me gramps Pub. Me ma' and Me da' as soon as their eyes met there was a spark for them both. My dad spent the whole night talking to my mom when he wasn't serving other customers. Every weekend my mom would leave the base and travel to my dad and they dated. Me Gramps' saw what was happening and arranged for my dad to be off on weekends, even though it was their most busy time. One Sunday he never made it back home. He had gone with my mom back to Leeds and they got married this was the late 1970's. My mom and dad were married a few years and had a daughter Gayla. When she was 7 and in 1994 I was born. Mom and dad were living in the States by then. Dad did what he knew best we ran a Pub. Mom did the cooking in the restaurant and dad did the pub. My sister Gayla was going to be the heir to the Twitchell throne but when I was 9 her and some of her friends were out to a school function on the way home they were hit by a drunk driver. My sister was killed, her and two of her friends, one was put in a wheel chair for the rest of her life. The guy that hit them was a college student at ASU near where we had our pub. After that dad kicked out anybody that was getting to drunk to drive, he made sure they didn't drive drunk. Growing up I never stopped bedwetting, if you knew my dad this was a sore spot with him. I now became the heir to the Twitchell throne and stood to inherit the pub. Since my dad was a true Geordie, being from the Newcastle area when I worked the pub I was expected to sound like a Geordie me'self. Geordie is one of the thickest dialects in England. I was born in America so when I'm not working at the pub I speak Anerican. Part of The pub was dedicated to be little store we sold English candy, crisps, foods, even tea pots. We got them from England. My dad would send me to England once or twice a year to get these things. I tried to tell my dad that we could get these things on line over the internet. Since dad didnt understand the internet it was "Evil". The funny part was he took credit cards Mastercards, Visa, American Express cards as payment. He didnt understand that was part of the internet as well. I caught the flight from Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport to London Heathrow. It was an overnight flight arriving at 1350 hours GMT. which was about 0500 hours MST. Arizona was Mountain Standard Time all year long we don't have Daylight Savings Time during the summer months we were the same as Pacific Daylight Time. In November we returned to MST like the rest of the time zone. Like I said when I flew I wore diapers just in case I fell asleep as at 24, I'm still a bedwetter. Tonight on the flight there were some girls one was a cute blonde, named Trixie actually she told me it was Beatrice, but she hated that name! We talked as we were across the aisle from each other. We both became tired and fell asleep. We were getting about 2 hours from London Heathrow. I casually gave my diaper a squeeze through my pants. I had wet. Trixie got up and went to use the toilet. Her shorts she was wearing looked wet. No way it couldn't be, the wet spots were in the spot where a diaper would leak. I also thought she could have been on her period or something it could be blood as her shorts were a chocolate brown. As she left I checked my seat I was dry. That had happened to me before. Trixie was coming back she didnt look happy. "You okay I asked?" She blushed "Uhmm, my pad leaked." Okay I thought the latter it was blood. We talked more and I learned that Trixie and her friends were going into Newcastle themselves seems like one of her friends had an Uncle in Gateshead. The Uncle had passed on but her Aunt was still alive. "She runs a Pub called the Greyling, ever heard of it?" Indeed I have, that was my grandfather's pub. The one my dad worked in as a lad. That means that they were going to Aunt Mary's same as I was. "No way so who was related to Uncle John." "How did you know his name was John asked Elinore?" "Mary is my dad's sister!" "No way, said Elinore I've eaten at your parents bub before in Phoenix. So you will be staying at Aunt Mary's too?" "Yep sure will I said!" "Trixie you hear that? Are you sure you brought enough protection. Trixie still has a slight problem with wetting her bed," said Elinore. Trixie changed several shades of red. Soon we were in London. We went from where we were to where the smaller plane was to depart for Newcastle. I changed my diaper in the rest room. Trixie wouldn't even talk to me. "Are you okay," I asked? "You must think I'm retarded or something to be still wetting the bed at my age, don't you?" "I'm not thinking no such thing!" "Do you still like me knowing that I'm a bedwetter?" "Honestly? I think I find you even more beautiful now!" Trixie's jaw dropped, "Why?" "If you really want to know!" "I really want to know!" "I do too!" "Uhhuh, she said I think I'm the only bedwetter over 20 years old in the whole world!" "Not quite, I said. There are probably millions of us, I've heard 2 to 12% of adults have problems with wetting." "So I'm not alone?" "Hardly," I said. "Did you ever stop peeing your bed ever as a child," she asked? "No, you," I asked? "No, I never stopped." I took her hand and held it. "Trixie I was into you before I found out about your bedwetting. Would you be willing to date me while were here?" "I was pretty much into you also. Let's not be together because we share the same ailment be the reason were together, but I have to admit I was reluctant to start a relationship because of my bedwetting." "Same here Trixie but I'm so glad we found each other. There were no assigned seating on the plane to Newcastle. Trixie and I shared a seat. Elinore gave us stares the whole flight. I asked Trixie why Elinore keeps looking at us like that. "Truth, she likes you as well, that's the reason she blabbed my secret. She can't understand why your still so into me as well. There have been times when we've liked the same guy she blabs my secret, and steals the guy. This is the first time it has backfired on her. She doesn't know how to handle that!" "You need to find better friends than her!" Next time Elinore gave us a look I reached and kissed Trixie! It was Elinore who's jaw dropped this time.

My Conversion By Alice Bauer As Told To: Angela Bauer My daughter Angela Bauer is a member of Daily Diapers. Over the years she has written about me. For many years I have served as her proofreader for her stories. Since Angela started writing for DPF in 1990, she has allowed me to read about ABDL using her computer. This August 2019 she urged me to read FEAR OF MISSING OUT by Alex Bridges. That extraordinary story speaks to me on a very personal level. I am telling a personal chapter of my parenting life to Angela so it can be shared with those DD members with an interest in parenting young people who have bladder control problems. The fact is I became totally urinary incontinent when I was only 18. Since I reached puberty at 12 I have been a bedwetter. By the time I was born in 1937 my mother Vi has been urinary incontinent, as are all three of my younger sisters. Vi grew up in Los Angeles County, California from her birth in 1921. Her own mother lacked bladder control, so Vi’s parents were sympathetic about wetting. Despite what you might have read about The Roaring Twenties, in those days parents raised children as they had been raised following the ‘Spare the Rod and Spoil the Child’ thinking. Bottom line is that Vi’s parents did not consider wet panties or diapers and excuse for bad behavior. Vi and her sisters were not punished about wetting. However, they were spanked hard for all other misbehavior. According to Vi, growing up through getting a job, every gal she knew was spanked in one way or another at home and school. Vi was working as an executive secretary and still living at home when she became engaged to my father Bert Bremer. Many times Vi has told me was that her mother’s reaction was to invite Bert to the back porch while Vi was ordered to cut and prepare three switches. Those were presented to her mother. As Bert watched, Vi removed her skirt, lowered her bloomers and stockings before bending over the porch rail. Her mother scolded and applied the smallest of the switches. Once that was worn out she handed the largest switch to Bert, with instructions to switch Vi with vigor. The final switch was presented to the happy couple as soon as Vi got her tears under control. Vi’s father gave the couple a punishment strap. Her sisters presented them with a wooden hairbrush. Vi admitted to me after I was married that Bert only spanked her with the hairbrush one time. He disliked using it, but he made up by using switches when they were fresh and the strap when switches were not fresh. Dad rarely punished his daughters. I have no brothers. My mother was never shy about spanking me and my sisters bare-bottom with that hairbrush. She hardly ever strapped us but did make us cut switches when we were naughty and switches were fresh. That hairbrush (or a similar one) was always in her purse when we were away from home. I remember being spanked in many ladies’ rooms, as well as the living rooms of family friends and relatives, even when I was in high school. Of course I witnessed all of my pals getting spanked, switched or strapped. A few days before I graduated from high school at almost 18 in 1955, John Bauer and I announced to my family that we were engaged. That had been a cold, rainy spring so switches were not yet available. On the back porch my Dad gave my bare bottom several licks with the strap before handing it to Bert. It turned out he must have been practicing because John strapped me harder than my Dad had done. While my bottom was still bare and sore Mom took me across her lap for a taste of the family hairbrush. Much to my surprise John was not the least reluctant to hairbrush me. He assured our parents that if necessary he knew how to apply switches. By the time we did marry in early August I was 18, I had lost my remaining bladder control and switches were growing fresh. On our honeymoon John switched me and he also willingly diapered me for bed several times. Even before I got pregnant with our first child, Penny, John and I had decided to only use corporal punishment on consenting adults. Whenever I misbehaved, was rude or simply displeased John I would be sent to our bedroom with instructions to undress and wait on our bed holding our family hairbrush. After Penny was old enough to pay attention, John stopped switching me. Less and less often did he strap me in our bedroom. I did my best to be silent when hairbrush spanked, yet by the time Penny was 7 she figured out I was getting punished and she was gleeful that she was not being punished. My youngest sister Betsy was born in 1947, so she was asked to watch me when I got spanked. I did my best to avoid watching any of my sisters being punished. Betsy got engaged to Willard Turpin in 1968, when she was 21 and an RN. He is several years older. Unfortunately I was pregnant with our youngest child, Missy causing us to miss the engagement party. Angela and our younger son Ed also were sick then. Vi delighted in telling me all the details of Betsy being switched, strapped and hairbrushed by Willard. Immediately after the wedding Betsy and Willard settled in San Jose. As we started to raise our kids, Vi and Betsy (who was still being spanked a lot at home) criticized us for hardly ever even scolding our children. To us they were delightful, expressive and bright. Vi delighted in telling our kids, especially Angela, that she had spanked all of their kids, the boys until they were old enough to be punished by Bert, the girls as long as they lived at home. Except for Vi, who lived next door, all of our friends our age agreed with us about not punishing. Our local school district had stopped using corporal punishment about 1941, so I never experienced that. In 1976 John was offered a huge promotion at work, with the catch that he spend a year in management training at the corporate HQ in Davenport, Iowa. They offered to lease our home in Los Angeles County and loan us a large home in Davenport. We were told the schools in Davenport were excellent. I was managing an office near our home. John’s company assured me I would have my choice of exciting jobs in Iowa. The day after school ended for our kids in 1976, we started driving to Iowa. The only major piece of furniture we shipped was our much-used over-size changing table. We had been told that the wife of John’s CEO was Chairwoman of the Davenport School District. What we were not told was that those “excellent” schools all used corporal punishment as if it was 1936. Obviously we could not send our kids to private schools. What I told our kids was they could avoid spankings and swats by behaving well. Very soon after arriving in Davenport I took our kids to enroll and have orientation at their schools: Penny and our older son Jack at high school; Angela at middle school; Ed, Ruth and Missy in elementary school. Because we were not from Iowa, all the orientations included sample corporal punishments: Penny got 4 swats from the high school VP for Girls; Jack got a swat from his football coach; Angela declined her sample by the Girls VP at middle school; Ed, Ruth and Missy got sample spanks with a ping pong paddle at their elementary school. All of our kids easily made friends in the neighborhood. Jack was just in time for summer football practice. Penny was hired as a clerk at a store owned by a friend of the CEO’s wife. Angela and the others met kids living near us. It turned out every kid they met expected to get corporal punishment at home, at church and at school. Some parents owned school-style paddles. All also used hairbrushes, belts, straps, wooden spoons and of course, switches when in season. Talking with the other mothers I was horrified at first that most conversations eventually came around to punishments. Virtually all had a policy that swats at school earned harder punishment at home. I was super uncomfortable in those early conversations. I did my best to avoid discussing the bladder difficulties of Ed and all our daughters. At least the wife of the CEO was old enough to have bladder control problems due to menopause, so she did not kid me about my 24/7 diapers. Somehow Angela managed to escape being paddled at school or church. Penny was a very frequent “guest” of her VP or coach. Jack and all his teammates were paddled. In second grade Missy was young enough to be spanked through her skirt and training panties over the lap with a ping pong paddle. Ruth and Ed bent over a desk when paddled. During our time in Iowa I noticed the local kids seemed to behave well, with a whole lot lest back-talk than I got from all my kids, especially Penny. Angela had her moments, but I never considered spanking her, then. Penny graduated from high school before we left Davenport in late May 1977. She planned to start an office work course at our local community college. While we were in Iowa, Betsy and Willard bought the house directly across the street from us. In 1977 their daughter Carole was 6; their son Matthew was 5; their son Nathan was an infant. All of those kids had tiny bladders. Carole needed just-in-case diapers for car trips, as did Matthew. He also was diapered for bed. Nathan was nowhere near being ready for toilet training. Considering their tender ages I was shocked how often Betsy spanked Carole and Matt, about half the time with a hairbrush. I witnessed a few such spankings. Betsy delighted in telling me about spanking her kids. She hired Penny as the primary babysitter. Betsy told me she was not satisfied with Penny’s deportment. I replied that I agreed, saying how often Penny was paddled in high school. I even said I was seriously reconsidering my anti-spanking views, especially with Penny. Betsy asked my permission to start spanking Penny. I agreed on condition Betsy not tell John, who had spanked me about once a week when we were in Iowa, and I did not mind. Most of the mothers I knew there were sometimes spanked by their husbands. A few admitted that most of their bedroom spankings were more erotic than punishment. I shyly showed Iowa women into sensual spanking a supple horsehide strap John and I bought from The Pleasure Chest in West Hollywood which brings me pleasure. What I did not know then was that Angela had become fascinated by romantic spanking several months before she reached puberty, while we were still living in Los Angeles County. Only after Angela graduated from high school did she admit to me being disappointed that she was not paddled at school. By Labor Day 1977 Betsy had spanked Penny four times, all very hard, on the bare, across the lap with the hairbrush. Like her own kids, Betsy found that Penny wet while being spanked. Eventually Penny admitted she had wet a little while being paddled at school. After each of Penny’s spankings, Betsy told me all the details. What came as a surprise was that one Saturday morning while Penny was taking Carole and Matt on an adventure, Angela went to Betsy asking to be spanked. She knew all about Penny: “Aunt Betsy, spank me just as hard as you spank Penny. I’ve deserved spankings all my life.” Angela cried softly during her warm-up and sobbed her eyes out during the intense hairbrushing. She was limp yet hugged and kissed Betsy. That was when I told both Vi and Betsy that I had changed my mind and was now pro-spanking. They told me since I had not ever administered a spanking I needed a few weeks of training. My experience being spanked by John did not count, in their opinion! On separate days both Vi and Betsy gave me bare-bottom over the lap hairbrush spankings. As Betsy did with Carole, Matt and Penny, she spread a waterproof underpad to protect her lap from my wetting. Vi did the same, although I had never wet when John spanked me. They spanked me for real and I did wet that underpad. I bought a dozen of those. Once they were sure I fully realized the pain of being spanked, I practiced on both Carole and Matt. Finally came a day when Penny was due for a spanking. Betsy’s children were elsewhere in her home. I was already waiting in the master bedroom when Penny was led in like a naughty child. I took my place on the side of the bed and spread the pad. Penny obediently came to me to be undressed. She was not wearing a diaper because she still had day control. I spanked her until her derrière was marked. She sobbed out her eyes and went limp. She soaked the pad. Finally Penny hugged and kissed me, saying, “Mommy, it was long over-due!” Previously, the day after Penny’s first spanking from Betsy, she was taken to a beauty supply store to buy a hairbrush, supervised by Betsy. Penny admitted to the clerk the brush would only be used to punish her. Angela asking to be spanked came as a surprise. She had not yet been taken to the store. The week after I spanked Penny, Angela requested a spanking. Let me tell you, Angela peed her panties when she was me seated on Betsy’s bed. Of course I spanked her far harder than I had spanked Carole. I left Angela marked, limp and with her eyes all cried out. She soaked the pad so much that I diapered her for the trip to the beauty store. I only spanked Ed a couple of times because he was large enough to be strapped or paddled by John. I continued spanking Ruth, who became a nasty brad in high school, and Missy who misbehaved yet always took her spankings well. Following the family tradition, we threw an engagement party for Missy and her fiancé (yet another guy named John). We had skipped the spanking part of Angela’s engagement party. Her fiancé Don is 32 years her senior and a well-experienced spanker. Let me close by saying that I believe everyone who uses corporal punishment must receive the same at least once a year.

May, 1937 Fiction by Angela Bauer As told to her by her loving husband, Don Davis In mid-June I would turn five. Since September 1936 I had been a child actor on network radio broadcast from New York City. Being on radio was fun, but there were also disadvantages. I was discovered while I was reading a story to other kids in my Kindergarten class. The advertising agency lady picked me because I could read and yet my voice sounded like an ordinary four-year-old. Then I was proud of having been toilet trained since I could remember. The primary downside for child actors was that we were required to wear diapers in the studio during performances and rehearsals. It was explained that because we performed live, it would not be possible to take potty breaks. Mind you this was a long time before disposable diapers were common, practical or even had factory-installed sticky tapes. At least in 1936 the revolutionary PlayTex stretchy latex baby pants were available from a single department store in New York City. We already had some of those because I needed diapers for bed. The washable diapers did improve during the 1930’s. Mine were the classic Curity rectangular 21x40” flat gauze diapers held in place with special “diaper” safety pins. My nanny was an expert at folding my diapers to fit me correctly for any situation. For bed she would fold two diapers together. For days she only used a single diaper so she changed those more often every two hours or less. Since the wet or soiled diapers needed to be taken home, diaper bags then were huge. Before I was discovered I did not think about toilet use. When I felt the need to go I went to a toilet. At school there were boy and girl restrooms connected to the classrooms. We did not need to ask permission. We just left our seat quietly, went to the toilet, did our thing and returned to our desks. I was not ashamed about wearing a diaper while on radio. The studio audience could not see the diapers inside our clothing. At the studio our restrooms were private from the audience. Over the first months I was hired for an increasing number of radio shows. Frequently I would be at the studio for many hours. If I was waiting between rehearsals or performances I would tell my Nanny that I needed a toilet. She would take me to the restroom where in private she would remove my diaper. I would then use the toilet as if I had simply lowered ordinary underpants. Once I finished and had cleaned myself my nanny would diaper me again. However, if I was in a rehearsal or performance I just used my diaper both to pee and to poop. At first my diaper was removed before the trip home and I was not diapered until I got to the studio. Then one time after several hours at the studio on the way home I felt the need to pee. I did pee, but since I was not wearing a diaper my trousers, underpants and the car seat got wet. I wasn’t spanked or scolded for wetting my pants, but the next day I was diapered at home before we left for the studio. I remained diapered until we returned home. The following week when I felt the need for a toilet my nanny told me to use my diaper and to only ask for a diaper change when doing so would be convenient. Of course at home I would forget I was not diapered. As a result I often wet my pants while awake and my bed while sleeping. Nanny must have spoken to my mother about the accidents and wet beds. One day after we got home Nanny told me I would remain diapered for the afternoon and for bed. I protested to my mother as soon as she got home from work. Instead of being sympathetic, my mother told me that if I refused to wear diapers at home I could no longer be an actor. I thought about that for several minutes before I told my mother I enjoyed acting so much that I would put up with wearing diapers at home and for the trips. What surprised me was that my mother asked my nanny to remove my diaper. Once my bottom was bare my mother put me over her lap and gave me the hardest spanking of my life up to then. She told me she spanked me for being an ungrateful brat. During April 1937 my work on radio slowed down. After a couple of days without work I no longer wet my bed. My mother told my nanny while I was in the room to not diaper me routinely and to go back to the old way. I did not have a wetting accident while asleep or while awake. I had a couple of radio jobs for which I was only diapered after getting to the studio. I would remain diapered until we got home. That seemed fair to me. Early in May 1937 I had a rehearsal and a performance on a Friday. I wet my diaper during the drive home, so I had to wear the wet diaper for about a half hour. At home Nanny removed the wet diaper. I used the toilet and put on underpants immediately. Saturday before lunch we had to go to a radio station. I was not diapered for the short trip. I just managed to reach a toilet before my bladder let go. Nanny was waiting with a diaper once I finished using the toilet. That evening I was sleepy before the drive home so I wore a diaper without protest. At home mother told me she had decided to return me to diapers full-time. I did not think I deserved to be diapered. My mother considered that I had thrown a tantrum, so she spanked me harder than usual. Then Nanny diapered me. Not wanting more spankings, I stopped complaining about being diapered. I also no longer asked to use toilets. Even my mother, who seldom changed my diapers, could tell when I needed changing. I was not in the least embarrassed about using the diapers I was required to wear. Friends about my age who were not actors were surprised I accepted being diapered. Those who visited our large apartment knew about the over-sized changing table and diaper pail in my room. Nanny never bothered to close my door when changing me. At the radio studios of all the networks the restrooms for child performers all had changing tables and cubbies for storage of diaper bags. Away from home and studios Nanny took me to ladies’ rooms. None of those had changing tables large enough for me even when I was only four. Most had no changing table. Nanny was ingenious and made do. Long before I was on radio I knew better than to squirm or wriggle during a diaper change. Nanny had unlimited authority to spank me if I failed to cooperate while being diapered.

The planet earth, home to the species known as humanity. This species has been through so much in the past 66-million years, from wars to famine, to extinction-level events and many other catastrophes that would have ripped other species and planets apart. Nope, not this species, these species, these humans have survived for so long and why, no other race in the galaxy that has been observing them for as long as they have existed could tell you that. The only thing they do know is that this species is new to the space-faring and has only barely started establishing its own foothold in the galaxy. But now the galaxy was about to feel what it was like to have humans roaming about the galaxy in a military vessel no-less, some leaders of other races, just couldn't believe the idea that humanity had managed to get this far and survive long enough to be able to become space-faring, others are happy that the humans have finally reached a league of their own in space-travel, the rest of the leaders try and come together to discourage humanity from continuing its endeavor into space by fighting or denying them access to their planets. They thought that if they could starve out the humans then the humans would not have any reason to continue to be in space, oh how very wrong they would eventually turn out to be. Meanwhile, at spaceport Athena, docking-bay 36-4 the crew of the United Nations Carrier Ship zero-one Invictus was getting the final stragglers of its crew-aboard as they were going to be the first military ship, representing humanity in the stars and the galaxy are preparing to set out on their maiden voyage of the milky-way. All of the crew was excited, some were nervous, others were frightened of what they might find out in the dark reaches of space. But all had a determined mind to see this through and see what life was like on other planets, some were veterans of wars on the planets, others were freshly-trained recruits out of the academy that had never been away from home, let alone their home planet. "Oh god, this is gonna be such an exciting moment. I can't wait to see what we get to see when we get to our first planet." One of the officers excitedly says to the officer next to him and quickly falls silent as he and the rest of the crew is called to Attention and the captain of the ship walks out onto the deck and everyone, immediately salutes him, to which he gives the order to stop saluting, which they do and return to a position of attention, it was then that he spoke to all of them. "I am Captain Rangers, you men, and women of this planet, have all been a great opportunity, to become part of the first-ever military endeavor by humanity, in its history among the stars, to patrol and make our presence to the rest of the galaxy be known, now this isn't gonna be easy for most of you because your all used to the gravity of earth, trust me I was too when I first stepped aboard this ship, but I am happy to report that it will get easier, just remember that you are representing humanity aboard this ship, we are humanity upon the stars, so whatever petty crap you have among each other I do not wanna see it aboard this ship, we're here to do a mission and live and work together without any major diplomatic incidents happening. I do not care about your race, where you came from, etc. None of that will have an impact on this ship's mission, do you all understand this? Good! Now, have a safe tour and let's get back to this planet in one piece Hu'ah?! Good! That is all, you're all dismissed!" (If anyone wants to join in, feel free to post a response and a character starter, thank you)

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Hey everyone! I tried posting this story 3 days ago, but quickly found out that people discouraged the way I was posting the chapters up. I think I fixed the issues and hope everyone enjoys the story! Chapter 1 Chapter 1: Kayla was sitting inside of her office admiring herself in the mirror as she looked over all 4 feet 90 pounds of herself wearing her shortalls. She was the owner of Little Baby Tykes Daycare, but somedays she really felt like she was just another charge by how often she was mistaken as just another charge in need of care. She began looking up at the clock ready to leave today as the thought of another kink weekend began to give her goosebumps as she forgot to check who's week it was as she went over to her calender remembering that she had put her husband Matthew in the chasity a week earlier as she began remembering him squirming and pleading for her not to put it on him as she slipped it over his shaft and placed the lock through the loop sealing him in for the week as she patted him on the head and told him to be a good boy as she laughed. It seemed like there kinks were increasing every week as she remembered back to the last time it was her turn and she had to dress like a puppy for a week and she remembered how hard it was to explain to her co-workers that she was trying to do something nice for the kids and began praying that she wouldn't end up eating and drinking from a bowl watching as the clock on the wall was only 5 minutes until she could leave. Kayla looked up as she heard a knock on the door watching as the door opened and her friend Martha walked in with a smile on her face. Martha looked at her friend/Boss asking if she was ready for another weekend of kink as she laughed from the excitment. Kayla began shrugging as Martha looked down at her friend asking if this was about what happened earlier as she shook her head telling her that it was already her turn and she dreaded being on the other side of glass as she looked at Martha as she told her that she was so lucky to have a husband to play these games with and that she needed to enjoy having these weekends with him. Kayla looked at her friend as she told her that she was right and that it seemed so tough having to work all week and then come home to be humiliated, but knowing deep down inside it excited her to be humiliated as she closed her legs feeling herself getting wet from the thought of being taken into public during her kink weeks got her excited. Kayla looked at the clock as it hit 3 pm and got up from the desk and watched as Martha got down to her level and the two gave each other big hugs as Martha told her she would see her tonight as Kayla nodded and headed out the door. Kayla began to think about the incident at lunch as she walked outside to her car. She knew it was Friday and was doing some cleaning in the back when she found a cute pair of shortalls with the words "Baby Girl" on the bib as she took them into the bathroom locking the door as she stripped out of her dress and heels slipping it over her as she admired herself in the mirror wondering why it was hanging so loose in the crotch as she looked in gasp seeing there were buttons for easy diaper changes as just for fun she buttoned them up and as she buttoned the last button she looked up as the door opened and her newest teacher Leona saw her and picked her up asking how she had gotten out away from the class as she picked her up and carried her out the door running right into Martha who was able to save her from the embarrassment as she reached her car and began to drive home. Kayla pulled into her garage and walked inside still wearing her shortalls knowing she was going to get crap from Matthew as she walked into the living room to see her husband looking at her beginning to laugh asking what happened. Kayla looked at her husband and told him to go ahead and get it out chasity boy as he quickly spoke up telling her he only had 5 more minutes and then it would be her weekend baby girl. Kayla looked down at her husband watching as the clock rolled threw the next 5 minutes she pulled out her purse and grabbed a small set of keys as he pulled down his shorts and unlocked the chasity watching as her husband began running his hands over his shaft feeling delighted to be free. Kayla began breathing hard hoping she was going to be given something easy hoping she wouldn't spend another weekend as a puppy as she picked up the dice set in front of her and rolled it watching as it landed on "6". Kayla looked at her husbands eyes glow and began to smile as he told her that neither one of them had landed on a "6" yet as Kayla looked at there rules sheet going to number 6 labeled as "Fetish Wheel". Matthew looked at his wife and told her to have a great night as Kayla began to beg asking if she could watch him spin it and was quickly denied as he told her that she knew the rules. Kayla walked into the back bedroom and stripped out of the baby shortalls watching them fall to the floor as she grabbed one of her black dresses and a set of heels as she walked out there bedroom door she saw her husband smiling outside of there kink room. Kayla looked at his smile asking him if he had spun the wheel yet as he quickly shook his head telling her that he was waiting for her to leave the house as they both turned to see the door opening as Martha entered the home. Martha stared at both of them in the hallway wondering what kinky game they were going to play this weekend as she walked down the hall and looked at both of them asking what game are we playing this week. Kayla looked at her friend telling her that she is under a new category and that she had pulled the fetish wheel. Matthew stood there still smiling asking both girls if they were ready to go as he ushered them both out the door so he could find what game he was going to endour on his wife this coming week as he pushed them out the door and began walking back towards the room. Matthew opened the bedroom door forgetting how large the room was looking at the large wheel labeled with all types of different fetishes wondering what his wife would be playing this week as he gripped the giant wheel and began spinning it watching it as it began to slow down as it finally stopped he looked at the word never seeing it before labeled as "Infantilism".

Not going to lie this is most likely going to be a little slow and hard to read but meh first time plus the fact I some how managed to type over twenty thousadn words of it when I cam home slightly inebriated one night from the bar. Meh all the same ehre it is those who like it will like it those who don'T you probably won'T read it so all is good. For diaper lovers only how diapers can go bad in a relationship coming up in a few instalments followed by how diapers can be overbearing then well it goes freelance from there on out. Took a brief look and tried to make it sensical really do not know what to do with the dialouge as I am honestly no writer but enjoy. ...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Tick, tick, tick, tick I could hear the old clock on the shop wall taunt me as I agonizingly waited for the minutes to pass and the work day to end. All around me my coworkers were ragging on each other sitting the the front office of our shop as another long work week had come to an end. I could faintly hear them talking about all the fun and excitement they had planned for the upcoming weekend which considering their average age was about twenty-three it all revolved around how much they were going to drink and how many women they were going to get with. Normally I would humour them and play along with their delusions of grandeur sometimes even retelling stories from my glory days but right now my mind was elsewhere. I heard a loud outburst of laughter before feeling a stiff punch in my arm. One of the younger guys on my work crew Jeff called out “Earth to Ryan.” I shook myself out of my trance managing to fumble out “What?” This led to another round of laughter from the group. “Sorry I was just trying to enter in the days work” I offered as a weak excuse only turning my head form my computer screen long enough to say it. Jeff repeated himself again “Mind if we knock off a little early, you know how busy O’Doyles gets on a Friday. Randy and I have a couple tinder ladies coming by and they are bringing some of their friends.” Randy cut in while slinging his arm over my shoulders “Yeah Ryan you should come along, watch and learn how a couple ladies men work and if you are lucky I might even give you a few of my tips on how to make a girl real happy….” I looked at him dead pan in the face and replied “Randy the only women who are ever happy around you are when they see you leaving.” This brought a round of laughter from the crew Randy just shaking his head in a mockingly hurt tone saying ”ouch, you know I have feelings man. If you are that jealous of all the women I get come with us and I might toss you my scraps.” “If you promise to shut up everyone can go.” After a short pause as if he had to really consider it and Randy said “deal” as everyone in the crew grabbed their belongings and started towards the door. “That wasn’T a very good job of shutting up you know.” I let those words hang for a minute as the crew froze. I was known to be a bit of a hard ass so I made sure to wait just to the moment everyone slowly turned to walk back towards me before I finished saying “The managers are all gone, get out of here.” Everyone excitedly wished me a good weekend with Randy telling me “Thanks” “oh don’t thank me yet Come next week I think you just volunteered yourself for all the dirty grunt work.” Randy just laughed as the door to the shop closed behind him everyone else close in tow with the exception of Jeff who just lingered behind a little bit. “You know boss you really should come out tonight, ever since Jennifer dumped you, what is it now? Three months ago you have been awfully grouchy. Why not come out with us I guarantee it will not be like last time.” “Oh so you guys are not going to just drink all night then take off leaving me with the tab like last weekend?” “Don’t be like that, we paid you back.” “Or the time before when you and Dave swore you had a ten out of ten for me and I just needed to come be your wing man. I ended up having to talk all night with Janet the old tobacco chewing, swears like a sailor, grizzled fifty-eight year old going on ninety who could only rant on about how horrible the country was becoming with all the immigrants arriving.” “Hahaha, She really liked you” “Then you two disappeared and I could not shake her all night to the point where when I caught a cab home she just jumped in it trying to squeeze over nice and close to me. After pushing myself as far as I could into the door without actually popping out onto the road and still she pushed closer to me to the ;point where I felt like she was an amoeba about to consume so I relented and agreed to go to her place just to get her to give me some breathing room. Then had to pretend to be all gentlemanly and open her door for her as it was the only way to get her out of the cab and after she did I had to bail into the cab yelling at the driver to pin it.” “You know after you ditched her she sent daughter an angry drunken text. The daughter then kicked me right out of her bed and tossed my clothes out the window. I had to find a cab home at three in the morning. You know how hard that is when you are in the burbs?” “Oh poor buttercup….Wait. Did you knowingly set me up with the mother of a girl you were trying to get with? You do know I am only thirty-five right?” “Haha yeah, might have forgotten to mention that, besides what is age but just a number?” “I hate you so much right now.” “It is only because I care about you man, come on come out with the boys tonight I promise it won’t be any worse than the last two times.” “While that is reassuring. I am glad you care about your hard ass boss but I actually have my own thing going on tonight. There is a lady I have been chatting with and I am going to go meet up with her.” Shootign me a stunned look and then letting out a repressed chuckle he just patted me on the back before walking backwards out the shop yelling “You dirty dog, I want all the details come Monday and I better not hear you just played the nice guy and walked her home only giving her a kiss.” Just as the door shut behind him I heard him call out to the rest of the crew laughing “Ryan’s getting laid tonight!” All I could do was shake my head. Returning my focus to the computer screen in front of me intent on dealing with the last few pieces of paperwork I needed to enter I set to work on them but kept finding my mind wander from the task each time I heard that annoying tick from the clock. I shouldn’t be this distracted, I shouldn’t be this excited. It was just going to be another date. I had gone on plenty before. Most were fun, a few were great and sadly a handful were unmitigated disasters but ultimately none of them amounted to much.

Part One Sleep, study, social life; a good student could only afford two. Connie’s choice had been difficult enough without work in the mix. A thousand miles from home, sharing a room with a stranger, she clung to the future promised by her degree. Things would be better after that, even if the present was killing her. It was a brutal week of rude customers bookended with assignments. Connie could barely remember coming back from the library, or if she went back to the dorms at all. Every moment saw her crossing points from her endless to do list before trudging through the next item. She needed sleep. Whether it was a Wednesday or Thursday Connie could hardly tell; only that it was the afternoon and she had a window through which to crash. The handful of hours offered by her angel of a professor was a gift she was determined not to waste. Perhaps when she woke it would be with sanity restored. But even after her head struck the pillow rest evaded her. She closed her eyes and cleared her thoughts, but remained aware of herself and her surroundings. Her body, it seemed, had been trained to endure through exhaustion, and did not recognize the now alien nature of her reprieve. Something had to be done. On the rare nights she stayed in the dorm she watched her roommate, Emily, sleeping with her headphones on. ‘Relaxation tapes,’ she said, and they appeared to do the trick. Under the dim light emanating from her desk Connie would often find the other girl smiling in her sleep, sometimes squealing in delight; always peaceful, always happy. Oh, but for a fraction of that contentment! On any other day Connie would have left things as they were, but times were desperate. She opened the top drawer beside Emily’s bed and removed the small mp3 device sat inside. She replaced the headphones with her own. After scribbling a note to Emily, apologizing for borrowing without permission, she sprawled across the bed and hit play. Soothing music washed her thoughts. A gentle warmth ran to the tips of her fingers. All care melted into the ground. And then… **** Connie bunched the comforter in her arms, and held tighter as she began to stir. Better to bury herself in the warm fabric than think about how cold it was between her thighs. The thought landed; why were her thighs cold, and why were they wet? Connie started up in bed. Her heart nearly beat out of her chest when confronted by the stark reality. She’d wet the bed, like a small child! Her jeans, her underwear, her sheets, all stained and reeking. As though it weren’t bad enough the dread tightened when Emily stepped into the room with a gentle smile. Wild with panic, Connie threw the comforter over her lower half. Emily, however, did not falter, and kneeled by her side. ‘I’m so sorry,’ she said. ‘This is all my fault!’ Connie knew the words, but the more she thought about them the less they made sense. Though they’d barely spoken she recognized Emily as a gentle soul; the kind of girl who’d grow up to be a perfect mom. Her long, straight, strawberry blond hair had the same divine aspect as her eyes, sparkling pale and green. That was to say nothing of her smile upon which she’d carried a thousand wounded souls. She took care of her friends, though Connie was hardly that. Even then, the gentle touch running down her arm was familiar, as though they’d known each other for the better part of forever. Emily winced. ‘You listened to my relaxation tapes.’ Guilt wrenched Connie’s chest. ‘Those aren’t normal tapes,’ Emily said. Words faltered on her tongue. ‘The point is this isn’t your fault. Everything’s going to be okay. Come on. Let me help you get cleaned up.’ Connie flinched at the thought. Help? Wet clothes and a wet bed were easy to handle, maybe, on any other day. Yet every time she tried to move her body resisted. The job became bigger and bigger as she became smaller and smaller, and none of it made any sense. Connie whined as tears started to flow down her cheeks. What was wrong with her? Next she knew Emily’s arms were around her, pulling her close, drawing circles on her back. The other girl hushed and sang and assured her that everything was going to be alright. Connie couldn’t explain why, but she believed her. Something about those gentle arms made the world safe; even more than her comforter when she was clinging tight. ‘You must be feeling very fragile right now,’ Emily said. She was. ‘And little.’ She was. ‘And you really wish someone strong and kind would come and make things better.’ Connie hesitated before giving a loose nod. Emily eased back to brush the stray hairs falling over Connie’s face. Her green eyes lit up as she met the other woman’s gaze. ‘You can trust me to take care of everything,’ she said. ‘I owe you that much. I won’t hurt you. I promise.’ For reasons beyond her comprehension Connie’s thumb slipped into her mouth. She may not even have been aware of it; only the soothing sensation that followed when something was inside her mouth. If such a thing were unusual Emily said nothing about it. Instead she guided her roommate to her feet and held her hand as they stepped into the bathroom. Dutifully Emily lowered into a squat and unbuttoned Connie’s jeans. She slipped her fingers into the band of her underwear and slipped both garments to the ground. She then prompted Connie to step out of the leg holes, one after the other. Though still wearing a tee shirt, Connie had never been so naked. She winced knowing that Emily was the first to see her this way - not even boyfriends had seen her body entirely - but remained calm under the clinical gaze. Nothing, however, could prepare her for the cold shock of a wipe running between her thighs. Connie whimpered. Her knees buckled, but Emily’s firm hand kept her straight. ‘Everything’s alright, princess.’ ‘Princess,’ Connie echoed. At any other time it would sound condescending. Why not then? A sudden rush coursed through her body as the wipe ran between her lips. It was an area once exclusive to Connie’s touch. She pulled her arms closer across her chest. Her mouth sucked more intensely on her thumb. Emily hummed a bright, bubbly tune. ‘There we go, sweetheart. All clean!’ Finally, Connie thought. Emily paused. Her smile tightened. ‘We just need one more thing...’ New pants were exactly what Connie needed, but when Emily reached for the side counter she found her roommate had something else in mind. From the lower cupboard designated for Emily’s use she removed a flat, plastic piece of padding. Emily’s jaw tightened as she brought herself upright. ‘The effects of the tape last for about twelve hours,’ she said. ‘You’re going to need one of these.’ Unless her eyes deceived her Emily was offering Connie an adult sized diaper. More than it was an incontinence aid it was also strewn with pink shapes, decorated in the same way that it would be for a child. Connie frowned. ‘Why do you have this?’ The answer should have been obvious, but still evaded her. Emily retreated into her shoulders and fixed her eyes shut. Rolling up her shirt seemed to cause her pain, as did pressing down the hem of her skirt to reveal an identical garment taped up underneath. ‘You wear these,’ Connie said. Emily nodded, but dared not look. ‘Why?’ ‘Because I’m a big, pervy weirdo that likes to be a baby sometimes,’ she said, ‘and the tape you listened to helps me regress into little space. I don’t use my pacifier when you’re around, but you never notice when I’m wearing, so…’ Connie blinked. ‘Wearing?’ ‘Wearing diapers,’ Emily groaned. ‘I have been for nearly the whole time we’ve been rooming together.’ ‘But you said they were rela… re-lack-say-’ ‘Relaxation tapes, yeah,’ Emily said. ‘Being a baby is relaxing for me. I didn’t think you’d ever sneak through my drawers and use them!’ Connie shook her head. This was a lot of new information; more than she knew how to handle in such a short amount of time. Confusion swirled between her ears. Her tummy ached. It didn’t feel good. Soon it was too much, and came spilling out in tears and sobs. Emily leaned into her and hushed her, just like a mother would. ‘It’s okay, little one. I told you we’d get through this, remember?’ There was no reason for Connie to place that level of trust in her roommate - the two were relative strangers - and yet her scepticism remained absent, perhaps overtaken by the immense need for comfort. Was it a product of the tapes? It had to be, she thought; she needed as a child might need, and filled her arms with a figure to protect her. Emily lead her back to the main room. ‘Come lay on my bed.’ She did as she was told, allowing herself to be all the more vulnerable. Connie’s shame grew when her legs fell open. She’d revealed more of her body in the last few minutes than she had to anyone. The cool air tickled, and she shuddered. Guiding the girl’s backside up Emily slipped a towel beneath her. She beamed and hushed Connie with a finger to her mouth. ‘I’m not going to do anything untoward,’ she said. ‘You’re perfectly safe, and this is perfectly chaste.’ Connie groaned. Strange that she was both disappointed and relieved with the prospect. Reaching into a drawer Emily produced a pacifier, one whose plastic nipple was larger than any the vulnerable woman had ever seen before. She offered it to Connie who accepted it happily. It was even better than her thumb, and the relief that came with it! All her tension poured into sucking the plastic object. Emily wasn’t done, however. She reached over Connie’s head and to the far corner. From there she fished a stuffed rabbit; one which Connie had mistaken for ornamental, but now realized was so much more. It should have seemed silly to draw comfort from an old toy, but the moment Connie touched its fur she was filled with the love that was poured into it, night after night. She clutched the plaything and exhaled. ‘I see you and Whiskers are making fast friends,’ Emily teased. Connie held tighter, and buried her face in the rabbit’s fur. ‘Are you feeling happy, little one?’ Connie nodded. The butterflies eased some. How could something so weird be okay? Perhaps, she thought, it was the lilt in Emily’s voice, like magic. ‘Good girl.’ She giggled in spite of herself. She hadn’t been a ‘good girl’ since she was a child, but then again that’s what she’d become; or a psychological facsimile of one. So many people spent their lives reclaiming a lost childhood. Why shouldn’t Connie enjoy the experience while it lasted? Her embarrassment returned with the sound of crinkling and the realization of what was about to happen. Twelve hours, Emily said; twelve hours until she could return to adulthood and control of her bladder. What part constituted ‘relaxation’ was anybody’s guess, but for the sake of her sheets and what semblance of remaining dignity she could muster Connie would see it through to the end. Obediently and with minimal complaint she lifted her behind for Connie to slide the garment beneath her. She clung tighter to Whiskers as the rain of powder tickled between her legs. The heavy scent caused a tiny sneeze to escape her. ‘Bless you,’ Emily sang. She was going to make a great mom someday. Connie winced with the tearing sound and planted herself ever deeper into Whiskers’ fur. She lay still as the soft lining closed over her mound and Emily fastened the plastic flaps around her hips. They were firm against her body, but as Connie sat up she couldn’t help but notice how loose it was underneath. When she was upright it was with a quiet puff and a cloud of powder. Emily knelt and perched her chin on Connie’s knees. ‘How do you feel?’ She mumbled around the pacifier. ‘I feel…’ Words half formed on her tongue. Most failed after the first syllable. ‘Feels like my pants are going to fall off…’ Her roommate smiled. ‘Don’t worry. Diapers are supposed to feel that way. They need room to, erm, how do you say, expand.’ The stark reality drove deeper. First Connie had wet the bed, next she was wearing a diaper, and soon she would likely use it for its intended purpose, all because of a silly tape! Her hands trembled and her cheeks burned. Tears rolled down her already swollen features and ran under her chin. Emily pulled her into another embrace. Her fingers swirled in circles around her back, keeping her in one piece. All the while she hummed sweet assurances. ‘There, there, little one. You’ve got nothing to be afraid of. This is going to be our little secret, okay? I promise to look after you until this is all over, and then everything goes back to normal.’ ‘But- but I have so many things to do,’ Connie said. The very thought of her workload prompted a fresh round of tears. Her schedule was heavy enough for adult shoulders, let alone in her current state. She sobbed until the lump in her throat was full and hard. Emily climbed into the bed and pulled her reluctant charge back into her arms. Connie clung to Whiskers so that he sat between them. The blankets were drawn over them, and a safe cocoon took shape. ‘You don’t have to think about that now,’ Emily sang. ‘Just think about how good it feels right now, to be in my arms, safe and cared for.’ Her eyes closed, and for the first time since waking Connie’s troubles floated away, carried by the breeze. Her limbs collapsed against the force of gravity until her body was a lump held by her roommate. She breathed the warm scent of Emily’s flesh and the lingering apple shampoo she used. It was a moment of perfect peace, suddenly interrupted by heat between her legs. A small sound trickled to her ears as liquid expanded underneath her, curling up her behind. Connie stirred, but was quickly soothed by Emily’s melodious voice. ‘Just let it happen, little one. Everything’s alright. That’s what it’s there for. Just relax and stay here in my arms, okay?’ The world had gone topsy turvy, and yet Connie could not refuse such an offer. Emily’s breasts were warm and full of life. Her gentle heart beat set the rhythm for Connie’s breathing, until soon she closed her eyes and nothing else existed. Emily kissed her brow. ‘Goodnight, princess.’

A brief note before we begin - I pulled many of the following events from my own life to create this story. Some of these things did actually happen to me, however I have embellished them a little. Please let me know what you guys think! ☺️ FIRST WEEK AT MY NEW JOB by LtlGary “Mr. Fairchild?” “Yes?” I asked. “How does Monday at 11:30am sound?” “Perfect! I’ll put it on my calendar!” “See you then!” The HR lady then disconnected the call. I grinned as I set the phone on my desk. As a recent college grad, I struggled to find employment. The economy had taken a downturn and suddenly everywhere I asked they were looking for experience. Experience that I don’t have. Finally, after months of updating resumes, attending workshops, and sending emails, I finally have an interview! I barely had time to review the company itself. I think it was in the medial industry, but every business needs inventory specialists. The weekend rolled around, and I practiced being confident in the mirror. Kind of hard when you’re only five feet eight inches tall and skinny as a rail. The morning arrived. I made sure to change my diaper, brush my fiery red hair from my eyes as I got dressed the nicest clothes I could find. I never actually needed to wear diapers, but I’ve had near accidents in the past. And I didn’t want to risk any embarrassment. My palms were sweaty as I made the half hour drive. I parked in visitor parking, grateful to put on under arm deodorant. You can do this. You can do this. You can do this. You can do this. The large building was at the end of a cul-de-sac that overlooked the ocean. The land out front was beautifully landscaped with palm trees waving in the breeze. Parking proved to be an issue, as multiple construction vehicles occupied multiple parking spots. However I managed to find a tiny spot in between two minivans at the end of the lot. I walked in to find a beautifully decorated hallway. I made small talk with the receptionist as I waited for my interview. My mind was conjuring up all kinds of disastrous scenarios that I was trying to ignore. I perked up when the elevator dinged, depositing two people on the main floor. Both of them were men in their late thirties. Both were wearing T-shirts and short shorts. Their waists looked a little bulky, and I tried not to stare. “Gary Fairchild?” “That’s me.” I said with more confidence then I felt. “My name is Hank Johnson. This is Danny Anderson. Welcome to River-Bridge. Please come right this way.” They led me into a small office. I sat in one of the chairs and tried to look them in the eyes. “Tell us a little about yourself.” Hank prompted. I explained how I grew up moving a lot because my father was in the military. I was an average student in high school and in college. I majored in Supply Logistics mainly because I didn’t want to be the center of attention, but I wanted to work behind the scenes. I had worked multiple retail jobs to help pay for school expenses but I wasn’t a fan of customer service due to my shy nature. I left out the part about me being a chronic bedwetter until the age of 12. And that it put a huge dent in my self-confidence. I had really few friends, and rarely talked to my family. I was an only child after all. “Let us explain the position: We need someone to be in the office to manage the inventory. Our old manager had to quit because he had a family emergency. Most of the system is automated but you’ll need to enter the purchases into the computer system by hand.” “That shouldn’t be an issue. I am quite competent with computers. “ “Excellent! We offer a competitive salary as well as medical, dental, signing bonus and other benefits. Come, let us give you a tour of the facility.” Danny motioned me out of the office and onto the main floor. Workers were busy breaking down pallets of inventory and sorting it by type. Large packages of diapers were storied in nice, orderly stacks. Other areas held adult baby clothing – rompers, onesies, and short-alls. A third section contained all the supplies – wipes, bibs and pacifiers. A forth section contained furniture and car seats. However, I noticed that the workers were wearing rompers themselves. Some even had light up shoes. And it was obvious that they were in diapers! “We get shipment in every Monday from our suppliers. The orders usually cut off in the late afternoon.” Hank informed me as we walked. We climbed the stairs and entered the second floor, which consisted of two dozen cubicles. Many workers were typing away on reports or managing the company website. In just T-shirts and diapers. I was memorized. Why would all the workers be diapered? “I see you have some questions.” Danny noticed the look on my face. “Well, uh… um… why is everyone wearing the merchandise?” Hank laughed. “Many of us either love diapers or actually have medical issues. I had terrible bladder infections when I was younger so I can’t wear regular underwear anymore.” “I was injured at a construction site and the resulting nerve damage put me in diapers as well.” Danny added. “I see.” I took a deep breath to calm myself. “Come, the tour is not over.” They led me back down the stairs, past the storage area and into the restrooms. There was a few traditional restrooms, however the majority of the room consisted of multiple changing tables. One of which was occupied. I watched in fascination as the Nanny Bot tore the tapes off the worker’s soggy disposable diaper and threw it in the nearby trash bin. His groin area was gently wiped down, and a dollop of rash cream was applied to his bottom. Lastly, the Bot lifted his bottom and put a fresh disposable around his waist and gently secured it. His onesie was then buttoned down and he was lifted off the table, and the Bot gave him a pat on the bum, the universal sign to ‘go play.’ From there we walked in to the showers. I saw a handful of men and women in the showers, having their bodies washed by more Nanny Bots. The Bots were paying close attention to their groin areas. Each worker had no pubic hair. Next was the breakroom. Several workers, located in high chairs, were being fed by the Nanny bots. Bibs graced their necks, and their faces were messy. After that came the nap room. A few workers were laying in cribs, staring at mobiles. A few were even snoring. Finally we walked back into the office. “Well, what do you think?” Hank’s eyes never left my face. Now my parents never made me wear them when I was having bedwetting troubles. Instead my father would wake me up in the middle of the night to use the restroom. And Mom would always make sure that I used the restroom before going to bed. In high school, I would walk down the diaper aisle at the local supermarket and wonder what it would be like to wear diapers. Once I saw a child having a small tantrum as his mother picked up a package of large pull ups for him. I never had enough money for them when I was in college, and I didn’t want to freak my roommates out. Once I earned my degree and moved back home, I would browse the internet at the various websites and order a few samples. That’s how I found the job opening. I looked at both Hank and Danny. “I’d be happy to work for you. Where do I sign?” Danny handed me a small stack of forms. “Just so you know, you don’t have to wear diapers if you don’t want to. We don’t make it a condition of employment. But if you do decide to wear them, you have to use them for both intended purposes. It’s a big step, so take as much time as you need.” I started signing and dating them. “I don’t mind wearing diapers. I actually started wearing them recently and they have been a huge confidence booster. I’m even wearing one right now.” Hank grinned. “Are you wet?” “A little. I stain my undies when I get nervous.” “Well, I’m soaked, and I’m sure Danny is as well. Let’s pay a visit to the changing room before you go, shall we?” I shook both their hands. “Thank you so much for this opportunity!” “You’re most welcome.” The three of us entered the restrooms. Bots immediately walked up to us. Their eyes glowed for a moment. The next moment our clothing was stripped off. I noticed both Hank and Danny’s diapers were drooping quite dangerously. One by one the three of us were picked up and deposited onto the very large changing table. Our legs were hoisted into the air as our diapers were removed. The Bot changing me noticed my pubic hair. A plastic razor appeared in its hand as if by magic. I stared at the razor apprehensively. “Just relax.” Hank told me. I took a deep breath as the offending hairs were shaved off. I shivered as the cold wipe cleaned my backside. Powder and cream followed and soon my manhood was incased in a thick fluffy diaper with crayons decorating the front. The Bot then removed my undershirt and then put me in a blue onesie with a dinosaur on the front. I raised my arms, and the Bot picked me up and set me on the ground with a pat on my bum. “You look great!” Danny told me. “Thanks. Do I need to pay for the onesie?” “Don’t worry about it.” “Okay. I’d better be going now. I’ve got a few errands to run. I start next Monday?” “The sooner the better.” “See ya then!” *** I was so happy that I got the job! I didn’t even care that I walked out of the building in my onesie. Fortunately, I always kept a spare change of casual clothing in the trunk of my car in case of emergencies, so I hastily put on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt over my onesie. That night I treated my parents to a nice restaurant and broke the news. They were happy for me, and excited that I could now afford a place of my own. My parents had no problems with me staying, but I was desperately wanting a place of my own. No more hiding diapers underneath my bed. No more yelling that I was tying up the bathroom. The next morning I spent the day scouring the town for apartments. Fortunately I found a nice one bedroom condo on the ground floor 10 minutes away from the factory. I fell in love immediately and an hour later I had my own place! My parents helped me pack my things, but they were surprised that I didn’t want to take my bed with me. I placed an order for an adult baby furniture from the River-Bridge website that afternoon. As I was unloading my car, a delivery truck stopped in front of the complex. “Sir, if you would sign here for your package.” I signed the driver’s electronic pad and he then dropped off two large boxes at my front door. I moved them into the living room and opened the top with a simple pull. One box contained the most childish adult diapers that I’ve ever seen. Dinosaurs, Stars, Crayons, Super Heroes, and all kinds of other designs. The second box had rompers, onesies, short-alls, t-shirts, short shorts, bibs, wipes and pacifiers. All in large quantities. A note was included on the top: Welcome aboard! -Hank and Danny The same driver dropped off my bed the next day, and I spent the rest of the time assembling it. Thank goodness for instruction books, otherwise I’d never have a chance! The high chair came the day after. Initially, I had worried about what my parents would think about all the baby things. They knew that I wanted to be a little boy forever, but I could tell they were disappointed in me. And I was too timid to explain everything. However, my parents had other plans. Yet another delivery man had dropped off a large package on Saturday. However, it wasn’t anything that I had ordered. The delivery guy and I were on a first name basis at this point. “Go on, open it up.” My mom urged me. I eagerly tore off the tape and unwrapped a state of the art Nanny Bot! I was speechless. A state of the art, human like android. This must have cost them a fortune! “Since we won’t be around that often, we needed someone to make sure that our little boy gets his diapers changed in a timely manner.” My dad grinned. A large lump appeared in my throat. “But I thought you didn’t approve of my lifestyle.” “Gary, we still love you no matter what kind of life you choose. And you’ll always be our little boy.” My mom assured me. I ran over to give my parents a large hug as I am a terrible crier. “Well, we need to see if it works.” My dad turned on the power switch at the base of the robot’s body. Its eyes lit up as it scanned the room. “My name is B-5221633.” “How about I call you Adina instead, B-5221633?” The Bot’s eyes glowed for a moment. “Name change accepted and owner database updated.” “Adina, can you check on baby Gary?” My mom asked. It walked over to me and picked me up. I felt synthetic fingers unzip my jeans and pull them down. Exposing my diaper. Two of the fingers inserted themselves into my waistband. “Gary is definitely wet and needs his diaper changed. Where are the supplies located?” The voice emanating from the speakers was definitely feminine. “The bedroom closet.” It carried me into the bedroom where it laid me on my newly assembled crib. My mom started handing it the necessary supplies. “Thank you, Mrs. Fairchild.” My waist was lifted up into the air as the changing pad was placed underneath me. The machine gently untapped the sides of the soggy diaper and pulled it off my body. It folded the dirty diaper and tossed it in the pail next to my dresser. I shivered as my privates were wiped down. Powder and cream were then applied, and a fresh diaper was freshly secured to my waistline. I especially enjoyed the large Superhero decorating the front. I was then dressed in a baby blue onesie with a bear on the front. “Looks like our baby is all set.” My parents each gave me a kiss on the cheek. They were heading back home, as it was late. I kissed them back and waved as they left. The Bot deposited me on the couch and turned on the TV to the Cartoon channel. Moments later the Bot sat down on the couch and gathered me into its arms. A warm bottle of milk was in one hand and my baby blanket was in the other. I eagerly drank as the Bot held the bottle. Soon it was gently rocking me. I hadn’t felt this content in years. Soon my eyelids became heavy. The last thing I remember that night is being carried back into my bedroom. *** When Monday rolled around, I showed up to work in just my dinosaur onesie that I’d been gifted. Danny was working in the front office, and he escorted me to my own cubicle. The IT lady, Bethany, was waiting for me at my desk. She shook my hand, and told me to let her know if I had any issues. She then hurriedly left, because she had a really messy diaper. I wrinkled my nose, silently telling myself that I’d get used to the smell. The next few hours were spent with Danny as he tutored me on how the inventory system was supposed to work. I immediately got busy handing new order requests and entering them in the system. Time seemed to blur as I entered in purchase orders and make sure all the inventory numbers were accurate. A tap on my shoulder broke my concentration. “Lunchtime.” A Nanny Bot was behind me. I raised my hands and the Bot carried me to the cafeteria. I already saw Hank and Danny sitting in high chairs. They were just dressed in their diapers and bibs encircled their necks. My onesie was removed and I was placed in a high chair next to them. Both men were trying to eat spaghetti with toddler silverware and were managing to get sauce all over their faces and bibs. “Let me guess, messy food is always on the menu?” I joked. “Yup, and it’s really good!” Hank gave me a wink. A large bowl of spaghetti, meatballs and sauce was placed in front of me and I attacked it with vigor. Moments later, Danny started laughing uproariously. “What’s so funny?” “You managed to get sauce in your hair!” Hank and I joined in on the laughter. Midway through my meal, I felt a familiar pressure on my bowels. Hank saw me shifting uncomfortably in my high chair. “Number one or two?” “Two. And I’ve never done it before in a diaper.” “The first time’s always the hardest.” Bethany chimed in from a few high chairs away. A Nanny Bot noticed my distress. It unlocked the chair and picked me up. The synthetic hand started gently rubbing my tummy. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Just let it go.” It was difficult to override years of potty training, but nature eventually won. I deposited a large load in my diaper and began to whimper. The Bot picked me up and took me to the changing room, its hand gently rubbing my back. It told me that I was a good boy for using my diaper but I didn’t feel like one. I hated the feeling of poop being smeared all over my backside. Soon I was laid down on the changing table. My dirty diaper was removed, and I was then carried to the showers. The Bot made sure the water was nice and warm before putting my naked body under the nozzle. It paid special attention to my backside, making sure that every crevice was cleaned. Ten minutes later I was pulled from heaven and dried with a large fluffy white towel. I was put in a fresh diaper and once again put in a onesie. After lunch was naptime. It was recently implemented over the weekend, and the workers really loved it. Resting for 90 minutes after lunch helped them be more productive. A room next to the cubicles served as a nap room, and the room was full of cribs. I saw many warehouse and office workers blissfully sleeping. Many were sucking their thumbs or pacifiers. I was put in a corner crib and the blanket was pulled up to my shoulders. I stared at the mobile above my head as it twirled, rotating all the spaceships and planets. Life can’t get much better than this. I woke up from the nap absolutely soaked. Fortunately, my diaper didn’t leak. I was surprised as I hadn’t wet myself in my sleep in ten years. Apparently my body was acclimating to my new job! I glanced over and saw Hank sitting up and stretching. A telltale stench emanated from his crib. Bots carried us back to the changing room. I managed to work a few more hours after the Bot deposited me back at my desk. I didn’t even notice that I still had my pacifier in my mouth until I was halfway home. *** My second day in the office was actually the most memorable. Mainly because it was my birthday. During lunchtime, Hank announced to everyone that they had a surprise for me. I don’t know how he knew that my birthday was coming up. I couldn’t remember if I had mentioned it in the interview or not. I knew something was up when my high chair was placed in the center of the cafeteria. One of the Bots brought out a nine inch German chocolate cake. The candles had already been lit and soon everyone was singing happy birthday to me. I blew out the candles to the applause of my co-workers. I was surprised when no silverware or bib was provided to me. I glanced over at Danny and asked him about it. “That’s the point.” Danny grinned. I chuckled as I eagerly dove into the cake. I managed to get it all over my face, chest, arms, and hair. I even got cake on the inside of my diaper! Just like a little toddler would. The Bots also took several pictures, to be prominently displayed on the cafeteria walls. Many of my brand new co-workers made sure to pat my back and wish me a happy birthday. I should have been embarrassed about the whole situation. But I felt right at home because I found others who loved to be babied just like I did. I was also secretly glad the Bot took off my onesie before lunch, as the chocolate would never come out of the wash. As I was carried into the showers, I asked the Bot carrying me if I could have some extra time being bathed. “Five extra minutes. Then you need to get back to work, Gary. You still have a dozen purchase orders to log.” Came the reply. I savored every second. The Bot toweled me down and carried me back to the changing table. Once I was diapered, I was dressed in a cartoon t-shirt and elastic short shorts. I managed to finish work early, so I pulled out my coloring book as well as my colored pencils. Unlike most kids, I never grew out of coloring. I found it a great way to unplug from my stress, and let my imagination flow onto the pages. In fact, I have a full shelf of completed coloring books. I felt another tap on my shoulder. “Gary. It is getting late and you should be heading home.” The Bot gently informed me. Yawning, I put my coloring supplies back in my briefcase. Once I was ready, the Bot took my hand and walked me to the car. I thanked the Bot as I started up the engine and put on my seat belt. That seat belt saved my life. Halfway home, I was struck by a large SUV that ran a red light. The collision spun both our vehicles around. The windows exploded as my car crumpled inward. I roared in agony as I was pinned in my chair. Soon both cars came to a rest. Adrenaline was flowing through my veins as I tried desperately to free myself but I was wedged in tightly. Sirens appeared in the distance, steadily growing louder. I forced myself to take deep breaths and remain calm. The driver behind me had parked her vehicle in front of mine to block traffic. She appeared at my window. “Are you okay?” “I think so, but my foot’s stuck.” A moment later she was joined by firemen and EMS. Time seemed to slow down as they expertly pried me from the remains of my car. It reminded me of using a can opener on a can of black beans. I wasn’t too badly injured but my right foot screamed in pain if I tried to put any weight on it. They helped me into the back of the ambulance. All the tension in my body released as I laid down. EMS workers gave me something for the pain as they monitored my vitals. At that moment in my life, I needed someone to talk to. Fishing out my cell phone from my pocket, I called my parents to let them know what happened. Mom initially thought I was heading into major surgery, but I got her to relax. “My car took the brunt of the impact, though my foot got banged up pretty bad.” “Thank goodness for small miracles. Which hospital are you going to?” “Midtown.” I told her after asking one of the EMS workers. “Your father and I will meet you there.” I hung up the phone. “I’m gonna miss that car.” *** Turns out my foot wasn’t broken, but the bones in my right foot were bruised. Doctors recommended I say off it for six to eight weeks. I was also issued a prescription for some heavy duty pain killers, along with strict instructions to take them only when necessary. My foot ached with every movement, every touch. “I do have one other question, Mr. Fairchild.” The nurse on staff asked me. “Yes?” “I didn’t see anything in your record that indicated any problems with incontinence.” I had messed my diaper before I climbed in, intending to have Adina change me when I got home. And the nurses on staff discovered it when stripped off my clothes. After the X-rays, the nurses changed me and made sure I was comfortable. I was embarrassed through the whole situation, as I hadn’t intended for complete strangers to find out about my love for diapers. “Oh. I actually just got a job at the River-Bridge diaper factory.” “I see. If you do experience any incontinence issues, please let me know.” The nurse helped me into a wheel chair. I avoided contact when my diaper crinkled as I moved. He didn’t say anything, but the warm gaze in his eyes told me that I had nothing to be ashamed of. He wheeled to another department where I was issued a plastic brace. I was glad not to get crutches, as I didn’t want to lug them everywhere I went. Mom and Dad met me a few moments later. We embraced for several minutes, not wanting to be let go. “I spoke with the police. The other guy didn’t survive the accident. Turns out he wasn’t wearing his seat belt and was driving on a suspended license.” I winced as I was laid down in the back of my mom’s old station wagon. I gingerly put on my seat belt as my parents drove me back to my condo. We didn’t speak much, instead we hummed along to the radio. Anything to take my mind off the aching pain in my foot. Once we had parked in my parking spot, my parents opened the car door and helped me from the car to the door. When Adina opened the front door and saw me, she immediately scooped me up. Adina assured my parents that I would be comfortable. “We’d better get going.” My dad said. Night had already fallen, and my parents didn’t like to drive in the dark. Mom made sure to kiss my forehead before they left. I just had one more task. I fished my cellphone from my pocket and dialed Hank. I called him because I knew Danny went to bed early so he could be the first one in the office. Never understood why, but then again I’m not a morning person. He answered on the third ring. “What’s up?” I informed him about the gnarly car accident as well as having trouble walking. “Is there a way I can work from home?” “No can do. The software is proprietary and IT would have a tantrum if they took it outside the building.” “Well, I’m going to need some way to get to work. I can’t drive a rental car and my parents are too busy with other commitments to help me out.” Hank thought for a moment. “I don’t mind picking you up. You can try out my car seat.” “Your what?” “Car seat. I designed it myself.” “Wait a minute. If you’re in a car seat then who’s driving?” “My electric van has a super advanced autopilot. I just buckle in my five point harness and tell the computer to take me to work.” “That sounds awesome! What time tomorrow will you arrive?” “I’ll pick you up on Thursday. You take tomorrow off. You’re already filed your inventory reports so we can manage one day without you.” “Thanks so much.” Relief filled my voice. No way was I going to make it to work on time. “You’re welcome. Now if you don’t mind, you’re interrupting my beauty sleep.” *** Adina turned out to be a godsend. She made sure that my diaper area remained clean, as it was too difficult to get up to use the restroom. When I wanted to take a bath, she got the temperature just right and got me my bath toys. She lovingly scrubbed every inch of my body. When I was done, she lifted me out and dried me with a large fluffy towel. As she laid me on my bed, she handed me a baby bottle full of juice as well as my tablet so I could watch Netflix. She even fed me lunch, which she cooked herself. I was leery at first but Adina had been programmed with tens of thousands of recipes. My insurance company was also very helpful. The adjusters had taken a look at my car and informed me that I would be getting a large check in my bank account in the next few days. My eyebrows lifted when I saw the dollar amount they quoted. Didn’t know that piece of junk was worth so much. In between Netflix episodes, I browsed the River-Bridge website. They only sold one model of car seat, and I placed an expedited order. I didn’t mind driving but the accident had soured my attitude. The sooner humanity gave up the privilege of driving, the better. That night Adina laid out my work clothes (a matched onesie and short-alls) and the stroller at my request. I had two important meetings with the heads of finance and marketing. Maybe I could sit in my stroller and work on my laptop and one of the Nanny Bots could push me around the office? “It’s late, Gary. Time for your nightly bottle.” Adina broke my concentration by picking me up. She walked over to the living room and sat in the rocking chair. An already warmed bottle sat on the coffee table. I rested my head against Adina’s shoulder as she cradled me, her hand patting my diapered bottom. A yawn escaped my lips, and the bottle was inserted into my mouth. I drank slowly, the taste of formula on my tongue. Weariness slowly overcame me, and I fell asleep. The last thing I remember that night is being carried to my crib. *** I awoke the next morning to sunlight streaming through my window. I could smell breakfast. How did Adina know French toast was my favorite? I went to call her but my voice was muffled. Belatedly I realized I had a pacifier in my mouth. I popped it out and called for Adina. I also awoke to a surprise – my diaper was soaking wet. I had been years since I wet myself during the night. The last time I was 12 years old, on a camping trip with the scouts. I was fortunate enough that Dad came along with me and helped clean me up before any of the other boys noticed. “Adina!” I called again. She appeared moments later. I raised my arms so she could lift me up. “I see baby Gary needs a change. And his breakfast.” As she was wiping down my groin, the doorbell rang. Leaving me on the changing table, she walked to the front door to find Hank wearing a onesie and short-alls as well. She ushered him inside and lead him into my bedroom. “You’re early!” I remarked as Adina finished putting me in a fresh diaper. “I thought I could help you out but I didn’t realize you had a state of the art Nanny Bot.” “Her name’s Adina, and she was a birthday gift from my parents.” “Pleasure to meet you. I’m Hank.” He shook her hand. Her eyes glowed for a moment as they drifted towards his waist. “Should I change his diaper as well, baby Gary? He is quite wet.” “I am?” He put a hand to his crotch. I stifled a laugh. “Go ahead Adina. I have plenty of supplies.” Hank tried and failed to not be embarrassed as Adina picked him up and set him next to me on the changing table. She undid the crotch snaps on his short-alls and gently pulled them up, revealing a disposable diaper that was sagging dangerously. She deftly disposed of it, keeping his legs in the air. “Seems you have the beginnings of a rash, baby Hank. Please be sure to use more diaper cream.” “Okay.” Hank sucked his thumb as the cream was applied to his backside. A fresh diaper encircled his loins and the crotch snaps were resealed. “Time for breakfast. Have you eaten, baby Hank?” “Yes. Thanks for asking.” Adina picked me up with one arm and took Hank’s hand in the other. We walked to my kitchen where I was deposited in a high chair. A bib wrapped itself around my neck. Fresh French toast, cut up into bite size pieces was placed in front of me. As I ate, Hank took the opportunity to go over my meeting plans. I managed to answer all his questions with a shake of my sticky head as I didn’t want to talk with my mouth full. Adina wiped my mouth with a wash cloth when I was all done. She laid out several different clothing options for me to choose. I chose a onesie with a monster truck on the front and elastic short shorts. Adina also fitted my brace onto my bad foot. I winced in pain as she made sure it was snug. She carried my diaper bag and my stroller out to Hank’s van. She then came back for me. Hank helped direct her into strapping me into the car seat. He didn’t have an extra seat, so he sat in the seat next to me. The seat itself was extremely comfy. I enjoyed watching the scenery fly by as his van drove itself to the factory. “I already made a purchase for my own seat. It should be arriving late tonight.” “Decided already?” “Yup. I’ve had my fill of driving.” I paused. “You’re an amazing designer. I don’t think I could have come up with anything so sleek and comfy.” “You’re welcome.” As we pulled into the parking lot, I noticed the construction vehicles that had been hogging parking spaces had left. “What’s with all the construction? I didn’t see any going on inside the factory.” Hank grinned. “It’s top secret.” “Aw, but I wanna know!” I whined. “All right, but you can’t tell ANYONE. It’s our fifteenth anniversary and the higher ups decided to build a playground behind the factory. It’s going to be bigger than the ones in the city parks but just as awesome.” “Oh.” My face fell. I absolutely loved the idea but my foot injury might keep me from playing. “Don’t worry. There’s still ways you can enjoy yourself even with your foot.” Hank must have seen my expression. “I hope so.” I mumbled to myself as Hank opened the doors. He popped open the trunk and took out my stroller. I had already freed myself from the car seat and hobbled over to the door, careful not to put any pressure on my bad foot. With Hank’s assistance, I was guided into the stroller and buckled in. Hank put my diaper bag in the storage area underneath me and did the honors of pushing me into work. “I know I’ve said it a lot, but thanks. For the signing bonus, for the help, for…” My emotions started getting the better of me. Hank stopped the stroller and put his arms around my shoulder. Why did the water works have to start before 10 am? Hank didn’t need to say anything. But his reassuring grip on my shoulder spoke for him. I managed to rein in my emotions before I was rolled into the office. Many of my coworkers were shocked to hear about my accident. Word had spread like wildfire around the office. Bethany provided a laptop for me to use while I was in my stroller. I reassured them that I was okay, that my car had taken the brunt of the impact. When I finally had a moment to myself, I made sure that all my slides were ready for the big meeting later today. Danny appeared at my desk. “You ready?” “Yeah. Let’s get it over with.” Danny pushed my stroller into a large conference room. I hadn’t expected to see the department heads and corporate officers sitting in large infant bouncy chairs around a large circular table. Many of them were typing on their large laptops. Or discussing figures, processes, and other ideas among one another. I hesitantly cleared my throat, which silenced the room. My bladder chose that moment to empty itself into my diaper. My mild fear of public speaking threatened to overwhelm me. However, I still gave my presentation about updating the supply chain software. At the end, the VP’s put their heads together and decided to go ahead with the plan. There were only a few technical questions at the end, and I had no problems answering them. I sank back into my stroller with relief. I hadn’t realized that I was drenched in sweat. And my foot was throbbing with every heartbeat. Danny wheeled me out as the Nanny Bots came in to retrieve the others. “Um, can you take me to the changing room?” “Sure thing. I could use a change myself.” He replied. A familiar stench assaulted my nostrils. “Was that before or during the meeting?” Danny laughed. “A few minutes in. Stress makes my bowels quiver.” “I hadn’t noticed.” I deadpanned. A Bot inspected both of us as we entered and determined that we both needed showers. Our clothes were peeled off our bodies. Danny had his bottom expertly wiped. Our dirty diapers were thrown into the bin and both of us were herded into the showers. The water felt heavenly against my skin, and the Bots were gentle as they scrubbed our skin down. Danny watched with mild amusement as I had to be held under the shower, as my foot still couldn’t support my weight. Good thing most Nanny Bots are waterproof. As we were being dried off, I asked the Bot holding me if I couldn’t have a painkiller. “Medication will be dispensed once you have been diapered.” Came the response. We were both carried to the changing tables where cream, powder and fresh diapers awaited us. I sighed contentedly as I laid back and allowed the Bot to finish its work. Once I was diapered, I was then offered a choice of onesies to wear. The choice was between pale green and burgundy. I pointed towards the latter. The Bot walked over to a small cabinet. It returned with a large syringe full of a purple liquid. I wasn’t expecting a pill, not a liquid. But at this point I’d take anything to stop the pain. “Open up.” I opened my mouth and let the grape flavored painkiller be squired into my mouth. The taste rolled around my tongue. A baby bottle full of water was handed to me and I drank greedily. The Bot affectionately rubbed my back. My eyelids became heavy all the sudden. The stress of the meeting had thoroughly worn me out. The next thing I know I’m being tucked into one of the cribs. I glance over and see Danny also being put down for a nap. Pacifiers were gently inserted into our mouths and soon both of us were asleep. The next thing I remember is waking up in Hank’s car seat on the ride home. I panicked at first, but Hank assured me that I didn’t miss anything important. He, Danny and my other co-workers agreed to let me sleep in as they handled the rest of my work load. I glanced down and noticed I was wearing a different colored onesie – the pale green one from earlier. I shot a questioning look at Hank and he told me that my diaper leaked during my nap. I didn’t even wake as the Bot changed my diaper and put a new onesie on me. “Um, Hank? Can you go car shopping with me this weekend? I love commuting to work with you but I need a vehicle to go run errands and such.” I could have gotten the car myself. But I always wanted someone to go with me for big purchases because I needed their emotional support. Even if they didn’t say anything. “Sorry, I can’t. My husband and I have a prior engagement. However, Danny would be happy to take you. His wife drives the same model van that I do.” The van rolled up. My front door opened, and Adina walked out once we came to a stop. I clumsily unbuckled my seat belt and waited for her to open the door. I was freed from the car seat and was pulled into Adina’s arms. Her hand gently patted my diapered bottom. Hank handed her my diaper bag, which she carried with her other hand. Hank helped carry in my stroller. “Did you have a good day at work?” She asked me. “My presentation went okay, so I’d say yes.” “Your car seat arrived an hour ago. I have unboxed it and set it by the front door.” “Thank you, Adina.” “My pleasure. Wave good-bye to Hank.” She prompted me. I waved as the van door shut at Hank’s voice command. The van pulled out as Adina carried me inside. Dinner was chicken nuggets, French fries and steamed veggies. The meal brought back memories of my childhood as I ate in my high chair. I managed to get BBQ sauce all over my face and stain my onesie. I was carried to the bathroom where Adina got the water running. She removed my onesie and tossed it into the hamper. My soggy diaper was deposited in the pail, my brace was removed and I was deposited in the tub. Adina handed me a few toys as she gently washed me. I still found it hard for her to wash my privates, but I swallowed my pride as the wash cloth made its way down. As she washed my feet, I suppressed a giggle. “Is someone ticklish on the bottoms of their feet?” “I refuse to answer on the grounds that I might incriminate myself.” Once I was cleaned, she let me soak while she gathered my pajamas. Once I had thoroughly wrinkled, I was plucked from the tub and thoroughly dried. Once I was powdered, creamed and diapered I was carried into the living room where another syringe full of pain meds awaited me. I dutifully swallowed the contents, plus another baby bottle full of formula. I didn’t think I was tired. After all, I had a large nap this afternoon! But soon I yawned and closed my eyes. I listened to the steady humming of children’s rhymes as Adina rocked me back and forth. She placed a pacifier in my mouth, replacing my thumb. Moments later I was tucked into my crib and Adina dimmed the lights as she left. *** Friday morning arrived, and I woke up excited to try out my new car seat. Hank was instrumental in helping Adina install it properly. “Is Gary’s diaper bag in the back of the car?” He asked her. “Not yet. I will retrieve it momentarily.” Adina made sure both Hank and I were buckled in, and we were off to work. The two of us spent the time getting to know one another a little more. Hank had been married to Jamison for seven years. His husband didn’t mind the diapers, and enjoyed treating his spouse like a spoiled toddler. “He even takes me over my knee, pulls down my diaper and spanks me if I’ve been especially naughty.” “Really? I’ve never been spanked as a child.” “I never was either, but we experimented and found that we enjoyed it. And spanking helps me stay on my best behavior.” “Remind me to discuss it with Adina later.” Hank shook his head. “Nanny Bots aren’t programmed to harm humans. You’ll have to find an actual human to do that.” “Aww, but I’m terrible at socializing.” “Don’t sell yourself short, Gary. I’m sure you’ll find your special someone.” Hank wheeled me into the office building just like yesterday. Once I reached my desk, he pulled my laptop from my diaper bag and reminded me to call him if I needed anything. I spent the morning working on reports and answering emails. A few hours in, a notification popped up for a company-wide meeting after lunch. All the employees gathered on the factory floor. Being confined to a stroller has its advantages, as I was placed up front. The CEO stood once everyone arrived and the private conversations ceased. In a loud voice, he announced that the playground was finished! He invited all of us to follow him outside. Everyone was surprised, as it was completed ahead of schedule. Danny pushed me out to the area behind the warehouse, where all my co-workers descended on the new equipment. Tears sprang to my eyes. How I wanted to go and play with my new friends! But I hadn’t even tried walking with my brace on. My thoughts were clouded with worry. What if I re-injured myself? Danny came to my rescue. He wheeled me over to the swing set and unbuckled me from my stroller. He and Bethany helped me into the swing, and soon I was flying high. My worries were forgotten as I soared back and forth. My laughter echoed across the park. Danny and I switched fifteen minutes later. He grinned as I pushed him higher and higher in the swing. When he became bored he helped me climb up onto the playground. I could see the worry in his eyes, but my brace ended up not bothering me. I spent the afternoon on the slide, and climbing back up to slide again. I slid down the metal pole, pretending to be a fireman, off to rescue cats stuck in trees. I spun the wheel at the top, pretending to be a pirate – the fiercest rogue of the seven seas. I completely lost track of time as we played. Before I knew it the sun was beginning to set and I was hot, dusty and tired. The Bots carried us back to the showers. The warm water washed over our bodies. “Gary, I wanted to run something by you.” Danny said from across the way. I was still having trouble being bathed in public, but none of my co-workers seemed to mind. I willed myself not to blush as I kept my gaze on Danny’s face. And not the Nanny Bot who was cleaning his diaper area. “I’m listening.” I purred as my back was lathered with soap. “QA wants to do some testing on some products currently in development, and wanted to know if you were interested.” “What kind of products?” “We have some older style outfits. 1950’s era shirt and diaper sets, sailor suits, that sort of thing. I also think we have a toddler harness or two that we need to test out, but I need to double check on that.” “I’d be happy to!” I squeaked as the sponge made its way down to my bum. “Oh, I forgot! Can you go car shopping with me tomorrow, Danny?” “Sure. My schedule is usually open on weekends.” “I’ll need you to pick me up.” “Nine sound good?” I nodded. *** Danny was true to his word. He and his wife Lydia showed up promptly to pick me up. “Come in!” I shouted from the bedroom. He burst out laughing when he saw me being dressed in a sailor suit by Adina. I had gotten the outfit before I left work yesterday and wanted to try it out. “You look great!” “Thanks,” I murmured shyly. Adina grabbed my car seat, which Danny expertly installed. His was right next to mine. Once Adina strapped us both in, and we were off to the car dealer. “Do you have in mind what you are wanting to get?” “Yup.” I stared out the window. I had some questions on my mind, but I didn’t know how to explain them. However, Danny was very good at reading people. “You’re nervous about the salesman seeing you dressed as a toddler, aren’t you?” “It’s not just them. It’s the whole town. Nobody seems to mind that the factory employees wear diapers and infantile clothing. I just don’t understand.” Danny looked at me reassuringly. “I was here when the factory opened up. To say that there were concerns was an understatement. A city council meeting was called between Sally, the CEO of the company and concerned citizens. She patiently answered every question, and there hasn’t been any issues since. She’s always had a way with people.” “I’m sure they were understanding for the workers who had medical issues.” “Indeed. In fact, more businesses started remodeling their bathrooms to accommodate adult sized changing tables. Restaurants expanded their kids’ menus. And several adult daycares opened for business, bringing in much needed revenue given recent economic conditions.” I was astounded. “I’m surprised a community would be so nice. I wasn’t expecting that when I moved here.” “Me neither.” Danny replied as the van rolled up to the car dealership. The next few hours were spent haggling over price, features and accessibility. Danny and Lydia peppered me with good suggestions to help keep the price down. The sales staff was professional throughout the whole exchange, and I even got several compliments on my cute outfit. “I’ll be back. Gotta get changed.” Danny told me. His cheeks looked rosier than normal. Lydia giggled as she pulled her husband towards the restroom. After filling out a mountain of paperwork, the dealership handed me the keys to my new vehicle. I was elated! It was so much more advanced than my old car. So many new safety features. A stereo that worked. Even a better engine! Once the salesman helped me program the autopilot, I encouraged my friends to take the afternoon off. “I plan to go home, soak in the tub, get my diaper changed, and take a large nap.” “Trust me, you’ve earned it. See you next Monday!” Danny told me as Lydia strapped him into his car seat. *** “Well, how was your first week working for River-Bridge?” Hank asked me. He and Danny ambushed me when I returned to work, to see how I was doing. Hank pushed my stroller into one of the small offices on the ground floor. “I love my job!” “Glad to hear it! How’s your foot doing?” “The throbbing has gone way down. I no longer have to take the meds anymore. And I wanted to thank all of you for your support. I wouldn’t change anything if I had to go back in time.” “You’re quite welcome!” Hank shook my hand. Tears welled into my eyes. I had struggled so hard to find a place in this world. To meet so many new friends was liberating. The boost to my self-confidence was noticeable, even to me. I smiled more. I laughed more. And most importantly, I had found a career that I loved. A job where I could work in diapers, eat in a high chair, sleep in a crib, play on a playground, wear kids clothes, and have all my needs taken care of. Man, was I blessed! “Come, Gary. We have much work to do.” Hank smiled as he wheeled me onto the factory floor. THE END

*** disclaimer English is not my first language so pls forgive my mistakes Chapter 1 I m sitting on a marvelous couch in a 10 million or probably more dollars house in L.A.. Should be enjoying life right? Well if this were a year ago I would. My brother is set to come home any minute which is actually a good thing cause even though we technically don't share a dad and have a huge age gap , we get along great. We never really lived together much as he was older than me by 1.5 decades almost and started off his quite successful acting carrier early on meaning he is off in distant location filming his next film. So like I said if this were a year ago , I'd be thrilled to be hanging at Chris's place with him, But a lot happens in a year... Let me go back a little ... So I was young and stupid . It was about 8 months ago. Trying to impress some chick I met the night before. I m not even sure what made me get on that motorbike. Most of the events after that are a blur. Even the first days or maybe weeks kinda hard to tell in the hospital are nothing but hazy memories . Some memories are clearer than others. To cut it short I fractured bones, busted my right knee , got a concussion and to top it off a spine injury. I should make a pretty close to full recovery . That's what all the experts said. It will take months of rehabilitation and basically the least fun year of my life. Espcially as I just turned 21. Well I was kicked out of college 2 years earlier and my dad suddenly died 6 months after that so I guess I could say that my past few years weren't too much fun. Maybe that's why I was trying to impress girls so much . But back to the story - I did recover. Well almost completely . Thats the thing . Fractures healed. Concussion is gone. My knee is quite okay. But my spine injury left something behind. At first it wasn't obvious. Well at first I was bed bound for months basically . And I had a catheter. If you are lucky enough not knowing what that is its a tube going up to your bladder and draining your urine into a sack. Constantly with no control. Now that's the thing - the control. I thought it was temporary . So everyone said . But as time went by I had to realize that though most of the time I was fine it was not all the time. I started to wet the bed, not that it never happened before but most definetly not in the last 7-8 years. If that wasn't embarrassing enough - wetting my bed at the age of 21 at a rehabilitation facility where of course I was surrounded by young hot nurses... Well wetting during the night wasn't the only thing. As much as I didn't want to admit it I have "accidents" during the day. What do I mean by that ? Is that I could be chilling on the couch like am right now, have a sudden urge to pee and basically I can barely get to a tiolet which is right in the next door before bum I m standing in a puddle . The doctors still say it is likely to get better and I need to be patient. So now here comes the thing. Almost 2 months ago I was set to be released from the rehabilitation center. I'd be thrilled right . Just that I didn't exactly have a place to go to. As I said before I was young and stupid . No steady job no place of my own ( I rented but after the accident of course I couldn't pay rent) so it seemed like my only choice was moving back home with my mom. Don't get me wrong I love mom she is great . The thing is no one knows about these accidents. I mean of course my doctors and the nurses knew but not my family. I m the youngest of 3 and I grew up known as the baby of the family . And In certain ways I was always treated like that especially by my mom and sister. My dad never babied me but that's an other story . Chris was I guess as the eldest just protective , and in the past years he started treating me with much more respect . So moving back with my mom seemed like the logical thing to do however there are 2 buts. 1 as I said before she always treated me as her baby if she found out about my accidents especially with my sister around I'd never live it down. 2 she just got her first serious new relationship after my dad. So I wouldn't just have to hide my secret from her but from some guy I don't really know living there now. So when Chris offered that I could "crash" at his place and watch it for him while works while I get back on my feet was a god send. It made it easier to hide the fact that now I wear protection basically all the time . There is no one in the house now but Martha the house keeper. Luckily most of the protection I wear is quite discreet of course not the night ones nor the fact that one drawer of my dresser is filled with them rather than with underwear. But only Martha comes in to my bedroom from time to time and I made sure not to leave anything out in the open for her to see. We don't interact much. With Chris gone she doesn't have too much to do and as she is middle aged we don't have too much in common , and mostly cause the easiest way I know to keep things hidden is by avoiding having to interact with people for too long we pretty much stayed out of each others way. I m kind of paranoid that somehow people will know I m wearing protective underwear though to be honest it does look pretty normal and not very obvious . I should be really gretaful to Annie , 1 of the nurses who cared for me. She is maybe a year older than I m so having her changing my wet sheets or even worse taking my wet pants to wash was humiliating beyond words . She was the 1 who suggested I try absorbent briefs for men. During the day anyway. Night is a humiliation of another type. I m still not ready to use the d word. But she was quite good at making brand suggestions and it does so me to be quite doable to hide. So with all of this, accidents which luckily stayed hidden by my protection and things went fine. But now Chris is coming home. And he will be staying . Exactly how long I m not sure. Sometimes he is only here for a few days sometimes he takes a job in a series and stays for months . I m hoping he will be working most of the time. Cause as I said no one in my family knows, and if he stays for long it will be hard work keeping this secret.

The Home Chapter 1 'You're very grumpy,' said Alice as she drove towards the town. 'Do you need a change?' 'No,' replied Chris, staring out the window as the trees flashed past. 'Chris, you can play on your computer any time, and this is a good chance for you to get out of the house. I've only got a few things to do, and then we can have some lunch, OK?' 'OK,' said Chris flatly. He felt himself wetting his diaper, and gave a short sigh. He couldn't stop it any more, even when he was aware of it happening. The flow stopped soon enough, but Chris knew he'd probably need a change before they got back home. That meant finding a quiet spot and him lying across the back seat of Alice's SUV while she put him in a fresh diaper. How his life had changed, Chris thought, not for the first time, as Alice braked and he felt himself peeing again. They'd had three 'normal' years of marriage then Chris's old foe, bedwetting, had returned. It didn't help that Jess, Alice's 23 year old daughter by her first marriage and who lived with them, was a nurse at a nearby institution which provided accommodation for people with various problems including incontinence apparently, and when she found out about Chris's issues she convinced Alice to diaper him at night. Jess even brought the diapers Chris wore from her work. They were thick and bulky, and there were infantile plastic pants as well. After he'd been diapered for some time, Chris discovered that there were such things as pullups which were thinner and which he could put on himself, but Alice and Jess said he wet too heavily for those. So at 38 years of age Chris was back in the thick diapers he thought he'd left behind with his teens. Worse, he had only been wetting the bed a few times a month then. This time it wasn't long before he was wetting every night. After a few months of bedwetting he'd begun having daytime accidents as well. At first, his daytime incontinence was a matter of having an urgent need to urinate and finding it difficult to hold. If he didn't get to a bathroom, an accident was likely. Over time, the urgency had developed into unconscious heavy wetting. Now, a year later, he wet his diaper every day and had even had a few horribly embarrassing soiling accidents, although at least he had some control over that, and usually had a few minutes to find a bathroom or even a large bush. Chris had been devastated at the development of his incontinence, not just at needing daytime diapers and going back to wearing the baggy jeans and trousers he'd worn and disliked as a teen, but at the effect on his settled, adult life. The growing problem had cost Chris his job, and since he was now classed as medically unfit to drive his car had gone as well. The loss of his job wasn't so bad because Alice earned a very good salary, and said she didn't mind especially as Chris now did a lot of the housework. The worst of it was that Chris spent time at home with Jess, Alice's daughter, who seemed to regard him as one of her 'patients'. A further issue, on which Chris didn't like to dwell, was that both Alice and Jess were considerably taller than he was. With his small, light build Chris had endured school with the moniker 'Little Chrissie' and by 18 had finally given up hope of ever exceeding his modest 5 feet 3 or losing his somewhat fine features. As Alice said, it didn't really matter, but once the wetting resurfaced, being shorter than the two women in his life made him feel even less adequate and, he had to say it, less manly. But as Alice said, there was no point in complaining about it, just as she dismissed his complaints about Jess changing him. Chris had done his best to try to become adept with taping himself, but he found it hard to get right and his efforts usually resulted in wet patches in his clothing however efficient the diaper. At least Alice was sort of loving when she was changing him, but Jess treated him like a toddler, patting him to raise his legs and using what Chris considered demeaning language, quite apart from her seeing him totally naked. 'You're too sensitive,' Alice would tell him. 'Your're lucky that Jess is around with the skills she has to help you.' As they pulled up at a stop light, Alice looked across at Chris and studied his face for a moment. 'Are you wetting, honey?' she asked him. Chris was still staring out the window. With a start, he realised that his bladder was pouring a steady stream of pee into his diaper. 'Yes,' he said. There wasn't much more that he could say. 'I have to call in and see Jess's boss,' Alice said. 'I'm sure we can find somewhere there to change you.' 'Great,' said Chris. He hated going to that place. It was a big old house in a few acres of garden. The security fence surrounding it said enough about it, as far as Chris was concerned. Alice was an accountant, and the insititution was one of her clients. Chris had spent a lot of time there sitting in the car waiting for Alice whiie she spoke to the management, finding that only slightly less boring than sitting in the place's musty waiting room leafing through old magazines. They were so dull that Chris had eyed off the box of battered toys in the corner of the waiting room. He liked models, and even at his age had a few Star Wars figures at home. He wasn't above using them for light sabre fights when he was home alone. But he'd never needed a change while he was at Jess's work before. Soon enough they were at the gate. Alice spoke into the intercom and the big gate swung slowly open. 'Just in the carpark will do,' said Chris, feeling slightly anxious. Alice laughed. 'No, honey, I don't think it's a good look for the business's accountant to be changing her husband's diaper in the carpark. I'm sure they have a room somewhere we can use,' she said. Chris tensed, and felt himself peeing again. To be continued.