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Jen and I had been dating for about six months when it happened. We met online through a dating website and connected well through the first couple of days. Jen was a tall, strong independent woman with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that made me absolutely melt when she looked at me. She was everything that I had ever wanted in a partner. I was madly in love with her and could not understand what she saw in me. I was average in very respect of my life. Average height, average looks, average house. The only thing that wasn’t average was my employment. I had various online income streams that allowed me to work very little and still earn and above average income. Other than that though, there was really nothing special about me. Jen certainly wasn’t after me for my money either, she was self employed and was quiet well off herself. As a silent partner in several businesses she certainly did not need my money to sustain herself. No, Jen was after something else with me. It was clear that what she was attracted to was the power dynamic in our relationship. Jen was in charge. That was clear from the very beginning. She made it quiet clear, without saying it directly, that she was going to be making the decisions and I was along for the ride. Jen had told me we would be moving in together after four months, and we would be renting out my place as another income stream. After five months together Jen had picked out her engagement ring and emailed me the details of where I could pick it up. A not so subtle hint of where our relationship was headed. Honestly, I couldn’t believe how fortunate I was to be in love with a women that was so good to me. I couldn’t have been happier. Then it happened. Jen informed me on a Tuesday morning that we would be starting a new fitness program. The program had been recommended to her by her friends Mia and Anne who had suggested it as the best way to get into shape for both of us before the wedding. The program would include exercise twice a day, a new diet specially designed for both of us, and hypnosis at night to reinforce the habits we were building for ourselves. It didn’t surprise me that Jen would have something like this in mind. As much as she didn’t need to work on her figure, I definitely could work on mine. Jen was always consulting with Mia on the latest health trends and Jen and Anne owned a medical supply store together which Anne managed and Jen owned a significant share. Jen informed me that we would begin doing yoga first thing in the morning, followed by meal plans supplemented by shakes, additional yoga in the evening, and capped off with hypnotic tapes overnight...

Little Problems With My So Called Friends By: Snackers (This may or may not be a continuation of my other story – Nerissa’s Home for Wayward Girls.) Jackie wasn’t sure she could do it. There were social rules about this, and the odds clearly favored one single reaction if she went through with it. What would her friends think? Well, her friends had been the ones to lead her to this, she knew just what they’d think… fuck her friends. There weren’t many of them left that she hadn’t already taken care of in some way. That thought gave her a wry grin. Most of them had already taken this little train. Another slight cramp reminded her the decision one way or the other was not about to wait long. It would be so easy, there were probably half a dozen Amazons who had glanced at her as she’d walked by. As a little, everyone already assumed she had next to no body control, all that they needed was for her to prove them right. If she went through with this though, it would mean that she wouldn’t be in her apartment anymore. She wouldn’t have a bank account; she wouldn’t go to class or have any hopes of being recognized for academic achievement. The most she could hope for was a hug and a kiss on the cheek from some future parent recognizing her for being ‘a good girl’. As that last thought went through her mind, she absently put a hand down to her skirt, giving it a pat and feeling the thick panties there. This was supposed to be temporary, until she could get over her little ‘episodes’ as her former friends put it. So, so easy. She was practically holding her own ticket on a train ready to leave the Central Station of Adulthood heading back to Baby Junction. All she had to do was punch the ticket… and do something so babyish as to be unforgivable to Amazons. She battled with the thought back and forth, the pressure and cramps increasing steadily. She looked around the park, it was quiet and no one was really paying her any mind right now. There were some littles being attended by their Amazon parents over at the sand pit, she could just make out the outlines of their thick diapers through their humiliating outfits. She tried to take her hand off her skirt, it’d be too noticeable. Did she want to be like them? Did she want to be everything she and her friends campaigned against? Slowly her hand came up and she eased her thumb into her mouth. If she were a baby, she’d never use the toilet again. She’d be dressed, and fed, and put in a footie sleeper and given a pacifier for bed. She would be shown a lot more attention. She gave a few more experimental sucks of her thumb, blushing as her other hand drifted back to her skirt. Was this her decision? She stared off into the distance, shutting off her senses as she delved deep into this. Could she? It wouldn’t be easy to go back. Hell, she’d only heard of like one or two instances where anyone had escaped the life. She felt a little dribble of wetness soaking the training panties. It was harder to hold things back when she was just relaxing her muscles like this. She should do this, she was tired of fighting, better to pick your own golden cage then to be caught in a snare somewhere. The dribble quickly spread through her entire panty front. As she peed, her cramps increased, her body sensing what was to come. There only moments for her to turn back. If she didn’t run to the bathroom… she’d surely have an unforgivable accident. She sucked on her thumb, and she felt her knees weaken a little, she was almost helpless to stop it. She gave her damp panties another pat, and she closed her eyes. She said a silent prayer in apology to the panties she was going to ruin. Her body told her it wanted to push… and… she did. For a second or two nothing happened, but then she felt the steady building pressure and finally release. There was a warm softness as it was moving. She could hear an ever so slight noise it made as the back of her panties rounded out. She gave another slight push and suddenly it felt like a rush, doubling in mass with a little rude noise. She hesitated, but it was too late, there was already a mess in the back of her underwear. After the rush, there was nothing left to hold, there was just sticky warmth now cupping her seat. She opened her eyes, blinking a few times. She’d practically been in a trance. She withdrew the thumb from her mouth. Was she a baby now? Was that all there was to it? She could already smell a tiny hint of it. She’d… she’d pooped in her training panties? For a moment she seemed to snap out of it, doing an almost immediate 180 of her emotions. This was a bad idea. How could she have done that?! She wasn’t a baby. No no no, she was in trouble now. She couldn’t very well un-poop her pants. This was all her own making, she was the one who had just… no she wasn’t thinking right. She got a worried look on her face, and quickly looked around to make sure none of the adults were nearby. She’d need to fix this somehow. She started an uneasy and slightly bowlegged walk trying to remember where the park bathroom was. If she could ditch the evidence, go commando, she could file this whole episode as a bout of temporary insanity. Pfft, like no little had ever tried to dispose of ruined panties in a park bathroom before. --- 6 Weeks Earlier --- If there was one thing Jackie had learned in her recent brush with Amazons, it was that she needed to be stronger. She’d spent the better part of many days just lying in her bed. Her normal, twin size, covered with an adult comforter that was sized for her, bed. She wore big girl panties, a sexy tank top, and she drank a lot of water, hoping to flush her system. Jacqueline, everyone called her Jackie, was part of the Matriots. It was a play on the words maturity and patriots with riot thrown in there somewhere. Her and her friends coveted maturity and she was an independent petite person, which was a nice way of saying she was what the majority of the population called a ‘little’. She and her kind were usually between 4’ft to 6’ft tall; while the rest of the population, generally known as ‘amazons’ were often more than double that height. Jackie rolled out of bed and wandered over to her small bathroom. She was going through the effort of using the toilet for what must have been the sixth time today. Last week she’d had one or two wetting accidents, and for personal safety she had quarantined herself up in her room to wait out the effects. The culprit had been tainted milk. She knew it had been tainted before she’d drank it, but the foolhardy crusader in her felt secure as an adult and believed that she needed to at least have a taste of what she was up against to fully understand the fight before her. She had been an idiot with a capital ‘I’. The milk had been ambrosia and the ghost of its taste was still on her tongue whenever she thought about it. Knowing what an evil and addictive substance it was did not lesson its effects. The whole thing had started in a park with her friends. Some of her fellow Matriots had seen a girl named Shannon. Shannon was a petite person like herself, but she had become everything they feared. An Amazon named Nerissa treated Shannon like she was a toddler. She was kept in diapers and dressed up like a baby. Shannon accepted this reality, and it turned Jackie’s stomach to watch how complacent the girl was with it. It was a popular sentiment among the Amazons that little’s needed care, that co-dependence was their only option in a ‘big’ world. Jackie’s group campaigned to fight against that perception. ‘WE WILL NOT BE REPRESSED BY THOSE WITH THE VERTICLE MONOPOLY!’ was one of their favorite slogans. It was so easy to discuss something in her group. They each nodded to each other, they each looked at what Shannon was going through, disparaging how weak she must have been to accept it. They told each other it’d never happen to them. The trouble had been when Jackie had accepted an invitation to play with Shannon. The Amazon controlling Shannon had said she needed more friends. Jackie wasn’t a dope, she knew what the invitation was, and she was on her guard. She told her friends that she was going to remind Shannon she didn’t have to be a baby, that they could help her and others like her. Her adventure had been educational to say the least. She’d played with toys, had a sip of a dangerous drink, had a nap, woke up having peed herself, and left the house in a pair of pull-ups. Part of her felt lucky to have left the house at all. The Matriots had all consoled her and congratulated her on walking through fire. They talked excitedly about the proposition of helping free other petite persons from the baby nightmares they were stuck in. Although that talk died down when Jackie had started to pee herself in the middle of their meeting… it was the single act that undermined all her bravery. The group had given her sidelong looks after that, rather than touting her bravery, they were nervous to associate with someone rendered temporarily accident prone. Which was why she had elected seclusion in her room. Which is why she was on the toilet for the sixth time today. “Another successful pee,” she told herself, feeling reassured in having kept her panties clean for so long. A solid week, no accidents. She was resolute that not only was she going to get over this setback, she was going to help Shannon. She was going to prove her cause, and be an asset to it. She was going to give her friends an example to follow. The question was how she was going to do that. If she went over for another playdate, she’d be offered milk, and having spent a week getting over its affects, she was fairly certain she could say no to it this time, but how stupid did she have to be to walk into that same trap again? And there was that taste… tasting it again would not be so bad, because it really did taste… no no, she couldn’t think that. ------- As the meeting started, Jackie knew she had to say something. All of the other girls, all of her so called ‘friends’; Liz, Amanda, Gina, Anne Marie, and Katherine were treating her like she was radioactive. Why did she even bother coming to these meetings if she was just going to be the pariah sitting on the outside of it. They always sat in a loose semi-circle, and they always took up the same chairs. Today they didn’t. Today the other five girls were seated in a clump on the other side of the coffee table, while Jackie was on her own. She edged her chair a little closer, and to their credit the girls didn’t flee, but they certainly didn’t acknowledge her in conversation. After the meeting, Jackie cornered the girl she’d known since high school. “Liz, what gives?” “Oh, hey Jackie, its uh, good to see you back.” “Don’t give me that, I’ve been gone from classes a full week and not one call from any of you. What’s wrong with everyone? What’s wrong with you? Why are you treating me like I’m contagious?” “Please don’t take it the wrong way, everyone was just a little worried. After the accident you had last meeting you have to understand how nervous it made everyone.” Jackie felt a familiar pain in her stomach. Was this what the group did when it faced any danger? “Riiiight, no one wants to be around a baby. And one accident obviously makes you a baby.” “That’s not what I’m saying Jackie, you’re being ridiculous.” “It’s what you were thinking. I walked through hell to prove I’m better than their formula. Who here has spent an afternoon in an Amazon’s playroom and come back to talk about it?” “No one’s doubting your bravery…” “Well I certainly didn’t get a heroes welcome back home.” “Jackie… what do you want me to say? You know their fear. I’m scared of getting snatched up one day, same as I’m sure you are.” Jackie opened her mouth to say something but closed it. What if she really had had an accident last week and been snapped up? Would her friends have just written her off as a lost cause? The end to the likely scenario? None of them had bothered to call or check in on her. Would they have even bothered to look? “I guess I’m just disappointed. It doesn’t take that much for our group support to fall completely apart.” “We haven’t fallen apart. We’re stronger than ever Jackie, we do better by helping each other.” Jackie rolled her eyes. This was becoming an education. Chanting happy self-reassuring slogans was one thing, but in a time of need, she’d found out just how deep the bonds of ‘friendship’ really were. Something told her that the whole group was just a spiked drink away from a complete internal meltdown. Despite what aphorisms and pats on the back they all told themselves. They were terrified and this whole group was just a fiction to help cope with that fear. “Right… well, see you next week Liz.” Liz offered an uneasy smile and instead of offering a hug or a handshake, she waved and left. Things didn’t get better as the week went on. Jackie felt like her ‘friends’ remained noticeably distant. Rachael was cordial and even polite to a point, but it didn’t extend very far. Liz didn’t come by to hang out with her like she used to. Gina didn’t find her to walk to classes. She spent a lot of time alone, when the group usually preached strength in unity. It had already been two weeks since her last accident. One night, Jackie found herself suddenly crying into her pillow. She felt stupid for doing it and worse, she felt childish, but she couldn’t stop it all the same. She was lonely and felt abandoned by her friends… the same stupid friends were now showing her just how much of a sham their group really was. Petite persons? They were littles. They were littles who just liked to pretend otherwise, and for whatever reason, her friends had stopped doing the curtesy of keeping the fantasy going for her. THEY all saw her as a little now, while they pretended they themselves weren’t. Jackie didn’t sleep well after that. The next morning while groggy and still half manic, she decided on a new purpose. The more she thought about it the more right it seemed and the pain of anxiety in her tummy was replaced with a dull smoldering fire. Her friends were afraid of her, they thought she was a little who was going to drag them down with her when she was inevitably scooped up by some Amazon. That’s what they all feared. The dark joke they shared in quips like ‘see you around, stroller bound’. In her sleepless night, Jackie had come to an important realization. Her, and the Matriots weren’t free. What was freedom anyways when you lived in constant fear of being scooped up and forced into a life you didn’t want? Freedom was realizing what was certain and shrugging off the worry. She needed to break out of the fear and it was time to show her ‘friends’ a much more stress free life. She wrote down their names on a sheet of paper. Liz, Amanda, Gina, Anne Marie, and Katherine. Five of the founding members of the Matriots, with her being the sixth. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed like it was the right thing to do. They didn’t want to help her, but she could certainly help them. They hadn’t abandoned her on purpose, but rather because of fearful conditioning. All she needed to do was help each of them individually get over their fear. She’d find each of them an answer to their ‘little problem’. For the first time in a few weeks, Jackie smiled. And unironically, she slept like a baby after that. --- Jackie straightened the bow tied into her braided ponytail. A month ago she would have cursed and burned the thing in a fire, but now? It was liberating to put on something so childish and pretty. Part of her knew that this whole endeavor was wrong, and that perhaps she was going a little crazy, but there was another part of her who could really get used to sleeping soundly at night without fear of being snatched up. If it happened, it happened, but she already knew it wouldn’t be today… even despite how much she seemed to be tempting fate with this outfit. She had purchased the dress from a little store. The workers inside were only too happy to let her try on a dozen different dresses and said that this one really brought out the color of her eyes. It had more layers then a birthday cake. All she’d had to say was ‘it’s a surprise for mommy’ and she’d practically won their hearts, they even gave her a discount. Sure, the outfit made her feel little, and she hated that, but at the same time, it let her hide in plain sight. It was more a shame that she hadn’t started going into cover like this years ago. She also had on a pair of pull-ups. She would have preferred to stay in panties, but she needed the outfit to be convincing in case she was ‘checked’ on the street. Pull-ups wouldn’t raise as many amazon eyebrows as panties would. Walking around in her pretty dress, with little purse, she looked like a little whose parents trusted her just enough with a tiny modicum of freedom. It wasn’t perfect cover, but it was good enough to fool the majority. This outfit she wore had been picked especially for her ‘friend’ Gina. It was going to be a test of where Gina’s priorities lay. Her former friend had been the one she walked to class with every morning. She lived on the same block and they had their first class together. Gina was a little shorter than her, with brunette hair and a natural bookish appearance owed to her thick glasses. She was nice, but shy and kept to herself to focus on her studies. Jackie knew she was wound up tight as a spring and doubted Gina had every really cut loose and had fun in her entire ‘adult’ life. It was too bad, she liked Gina, but like the other girls, Gina had studiously started to avoid Jackie and no longer walked with her to school or even gave her the time of day. Today would be her test, if she passed, maybe this whole endeavor could be scraped, but somehow she already knew what would happen. It was time show everyone what she’d learned about this pointless sham of a support group. “Time to have a ‘little’ talk,” Jackie said to herself, smoothing out her dress. This whole outfit was ridiculous and the thought of how she must look made her giggle oddly. She skipped off to a park on the way to class, knowing she’d run into Gina on the way. It only took 5 minutes tops, and by then she was already panting a little from having skipped the whole way. Just as planned Gina walking to class, book out, head down, low profile. “GINA!” Jackie said in an urgent whisper breaking out into a run when she was just a few feet away. “Gina you have to help me!” she pleaded, still keeping her voice down. Gina looked up in surprise, her eyes widening and looking a little bug-like behind her glasses. She didn’t say Jackie’s name, but her mouth silently formed the syllables, like they were a question. She drank in Jackie’s appearance in shock, her mind calculating. “Please, I don’t have much time, they’re looking for me,” Jackie pleaded, grabbing Gina’s hand as she feigned looking around for a phantom pursuer. “Can I hide at your place?” Gina audibly gulped and without so much as a second glance, turned to run, dropping the book from her other hand. “Gina?!” Jackie implored, feeling a little pang of sadness as she didn’t let go of the grip she had on Gina’s hand. “Let me go! They’ll get me too!” the girl said frantically. It was the wrong answer. If Gina had been looking at Jackie’s face, she would have seen the scared pretense wash away like poorly applied paint, replaced by a sardonic grim sadness. “Let me go!” Gina repeated, looking back at Jackie’s hand holding onto her. “No one’s chasing me,” Jackie said calmly. Gina didn’t understand, she stopped trying to get away, looking around. There were a few people looking at them oddly, but mostly paying them no real attention. “You would have just left me?” Jackie asked. “You’ve already been to a nursery…” Gina said hesitantly, still looking around like a deer in the woods spooked by a broken twig. Poor girl, thought Jackie. She was living in a cage of fear and didn’t want to name it. It unfortunately confirmed her suspicions about their support group. It was a sham, in the end, it was every little for themselves. “Someday, maybe you’ll thank me for this,” Jackie said, mostly to herself. “What are…?” Gina was about to ask something but noticed the odd look in Jackie’s eyes and realized the other girl was still holding onto her hand by the wrist. “Jackie, can you let go of my hand?” “WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME? WHERE’S MOMMY?!” Jackie screamed. That got the attention of every Amazon in the park, heads snapping over to look at them. Gina’s face went white before she turned and started trying frantically to tug her hand free. Jackie put on a show as well, backpedaling and looking to tug the other way. From a distance it was hard to tell who was tugging who… regardless, Amazons would have no problem picking sides. When looking between the little in a shirt and jeans wearing a college backpack, versus the little in the adorable dress with a hair bow? It was an easy pick of which little was in the wrong. “Let go, let go!” Gina hissed, trying to claw at Jackie’s hand now, already seeing mothers from the playground area she was careful to avoid heading their way. “MOMMY! I WANT MY MOMMMMYYYYYYY!” As the Amazons started to hurry toward them, Jackie released her grip just when she was fairly confident it would be moot point in trying to outrun them this close by. She put on her best performance of giving a big wet tearful honk as she ran off blubbering nonsensically about ‘mommy’. One taller Amazon one gave her a concerned look and stopped to try and help, but Jackie was careful to duck past and began running back home. The Amazon stared after her as she left but soon enough had turned back to see about the other little. Gina provided the distraction Jackie needed for a clean getaway. Once released from her grip and overbalanced by her backpack of books, she tumbled forward to land in a heap. She was quick to try and pick herself up, stumbling at a half crouch even as irate looking Amazons bore down on her. Although it was hypocrisy at its finest, the very idea of kidnapping a little away from her happy Amazon family was as deplorable as it got. One woman managed to grab the loop at the top of Gina’s backpack, “Hold it one moment little miss,” she said in a commanding and stern voice. Gina shrugged out of her backpack and continued to make a break for it, only to get swooped up in the arms of a big chested blonde woman. “Just what do you think your doin?” the other woman demanded. It was another few minutes before Jackie got to survey the aftermath. She was safely back in her apartment and watching from the window. She had a good view of the park, it was just down the street and she usually checked it every morning before going to class to make sure there wasn’t too much of a crowd and it would be safe to walk through. Three Amazon women had teamed up it seemed. Gina had probably been pulled kicking and screaming over to the playground while the other littles sitting in the sandbox all watched but made no move to interrupt what was happening. She’d missed the good parts while running home, but from what she could see Gina was now strapped into a stroller. Her shirt, jeans and even glasses were gone, replaced with a thick diaper and a cute long sleeved shirt. There was a paci in her mouth and it seemed to be stuck in place the way Gina pawed at it. “I guess I better tell the Matriots that Gina got snatched up, maybe they will be willing to launch a rescue operation,” Jackie said to herself, chuckling at the idea. Even though it was cliché, part of her wanted to make some popcorn and just sit and watch for a bit. The Amazon women a block away stood and talked animatedly amongst themselves, likely over what to do with the criminal little Rebel they had. Jackie reluctantly moved away from the window, heading over to her desk where the list she had was sitting. She took out some stickers from a drawer and put a smiley face next to Gina’s name. “There, one happy little girl. That just leaves Liz, Amanda, Anne Marie, and Katherine. Someday we can all have another support group meeting together… maybe at daycare or something.” Jackie said giggling to herself. She skipped into her bedroom to change out of the dress. Cute as it was, the layers made and running around made it a bit too hot and stuffy. Besides, it wasn’t her time to wear this kind of thing everyday yet. --- Up Next : Amanda would you like to know a secret? ---

I have a question. Do you do a changing schedule or do you change whenever? When answering, make sure to include if you’re wearing for fun, or you’re incontinent. I am genuinely curious if what I’m doing is unusual. I wear M4’s and I’m incontinent. I have a 40-hour work week this isn’t counting overtime. My changing schedule is about 2:00 p.m., around 8:00 p.m., when I get home from work around midnight, and if I need it when I wake up in the morning (about 9:00 a.m. .) If I do have to work an overnight shift, I can add in a change at 4:00 a.m., and then when I get home after 8:00 a.m. then I skipped the wake up change and will change about 3:00 in the afternoon. Looking forward to hearing other people’s viewpoints

I know Christmas was almost a month ago. This started as a dream I had last night, yes I often dream in the ABDL world. I had to embelish it a bit!: Santa was done again for another year, he had about 4 -5 months off until he had to start doing it all over again for next year. "Well another year is in the books dear what do you have planned for our family vacation dear?" Santa asked? "I feel the need to go to Phoenix, Arizona! Mrs. Claus said. "The Spitit of Christmas?' Santa asked? Mrs. Claus nodded her headi n the affirmative! I was there last night it was 45° it was warm commpared to most places I had gone to Flagstaff was 18°, right now they were at a balmy -23° in the dayrime outside, 45 sounds great! Said Santa. They packed up and they took Mrs. Clause's sleigh, it was smaller they only needed two Reindeer Gunther and Gretta. They arrived in Phoenix, they were in North West Phoenix they had a Cottage when it was buit Many Many years ago it was in the middle of Nowhere. Now houses were being built up around it. It was on 3 acres of land. Every couple f weeks a couple of elves would come and mow the lawn, Santa had a car that they would start to keep it running it had been 15 years ago since he and his wife and oldest son had indeed been here his youngest son was conceived here the last time they were here. He had two sons. Nicholas XXXXIII and Pomp! His name wasnt really Pomp. As a baby, toddler, child and now teen he had this peculiar trait. He would lift his head back get a smug look look an his face. It gave him the look of turning his nose up at everything. As a child he was called Pompous. Now days it was just Pomp. In fact all Claus's were named Nicholas, the girls were named Nicolette he had a sister named Nicolette XXXVII. There were a few times that Santa had only a daughter. He didnt know how it worked but they became A Saint Nicholas through the Magic of Christmas. Pompous's real Name was Nicholas XXXXIV Mrs. Claus's were always chosen by their mother in law the current Mrs. Claus one was usually recruted when they were younger. The spirit of Christmas shines to where they find them. Once they find them the Spirit shines Bright on their replacement. His Great Grandfather she was found only days before Santa's Great Great Grandfather died. He was in great shape. Or so everybody thought. He slipped on some ice and cracked his head. He died three days later. His own wife was being sold off as slave labor 30 years ago in China. Her life wouldn't of changed change much. His mom saw the star follwed it and momemts later saw the light shine on his wife. Being in the places they come from they always are downtrodden. It gives them more compassion for there fellow man. Her father that was selling her into slavery and when he named a price. He was given 5 times that amount. When a lady is told their whole life they are worthless. When 5 times the amount asked was paid for her, they become that person that was paid 5 times the asking price they rise to the occasion. Mrs. Claus looked out the window and saw the star that was shining bright enough that The Three Wise Men followed to the Christ Child. She got in the car and drove South down the Freeway. She got to South Phoenix and followed the light it was shining on a girl she was anywhere from 12 to 14 years old.she was laying in the dirt. Right now both of her eyes were swelling shut. Her nose was bleeding. Her lips were swollen somebody had abused her. "Are you alright child?" she helped her to her feet. What the hell you doing bitch, I'm not done beating the hell out of the little pisser yet." The guy said. "I think you are sir or do I need to call the authorities?" Mrs. Claus asked? "What's it to you? This one is nothing but a worthless bedwetter she cant keep her bed dry if her life depended on it. I'm so pissed at her. her life just may depend on her to stay dry!" "Is she your daughter?" Asked Mrs. Claus? "Well yeah I guess she is I was married to her mom. She up and died on me leaving me with this Fing worthless bedwetter. How much will you sale her to me for?" The man smiled. "I could let her go for three!" "Three what cents, dollars, hundred, thousand?" Asked Mrs. Clause? The guy was thinking hundred. When she mentioned thousand, he could only hope! "Thousand!" He said. He was waiting for the lady to tell him to damned much for this! "Mrs. Claus reached into her pocket and tossed him a wad of hundred dollar bills. There is 15 thousand there. The girl looked at her, are you crazy? The guy said "If your thinking of pimping her out. Nobody will fuck her she will piss their bed! 'What? Thats not what we want her for!" "What do you want her for then?" "Thats personal, and frankly you wouldnt understand or believe what we want her for!" "Hey I got a son that l will throw in for free!" The guy said. "No thank you we just want the girl!" Said Mrs. Claus. Mrs. Claus put her in the car and seatbelted her in and started driving North. "Your safe now Maria!" Said Mrs. Claus. "You know my name l never told you mine and you never told me yours. You wouldnt believe me if I told you anyway. Lets just say I'm kind if famous! I've been portrayed by Angela Lansbuy and just recently by Goldie Hawn in two movies on Netflix. Her husband Kurt Russell, played my husband! "Will you tell me who you are eventually?" Maria asked. "Eventually yes, everything will be revealed once you begin to believe!" Said Mrs. Claus "Believe in what?" Asked Maria? "Everything! Said Mrs. Claus when I was first recruited. I thought they were all nuts but I had seen so much that I couldnt deny it. They arrived there was a Doctor to look at the damage that her step father had done to her he put some salve on her eyes and lips and the swelling went down immediately. She saw the Doctor was shorter than she was, she wasnt overly tall herself. "There are those beautiful brown eyes and your brown skin." Maria was a very beautiful Hispanic girl she was led to a huge tub she took a nice hot bath, Shampooed her hair brushed it out with her own brush and comb, that had a mirror that looked like the brush and comb. She just knew it was very old and very expensive. There was a diaper so nobody would hassle her over a wet bed again. There were pajamas that had MC on the chest Maria Circumstance.

Edward didn't hate going to the doctors, but he didn't enjoy it either. For starters, he was never sick. Ed was always healthy. As someone who ran five miles a day and kept up a pretty rigorous lifting routine, he was the type of person that would be on the front of the brochure that said "5 Steps to a Healthier You." Today was a regular check-up. When checking in, the receptionist at the front had him sign his name then handed him a water bottle. "You're going to have to take a urine test, so make sure you drink this." Robert nodded, accepting the bottle and casually chugging it while his insurance card was scanned and logged. After the receptionist mentioned the doctor was behind a little bit, Robert settled in for the long haul. The doctor's office only had two people in the waiting room, something about COVID restrictions, and to make matters worse, it appeared like the office was bustling that day. The receptionist kept picking up the phone and putting it back down, over and over. The words, "Dr. Vickers office, can you please hold," was starting to get awfully dizzying after a bit. After about 45 minutes, Ed decided to head back to the reception desk and see what the hold up was. "You're actually next," She responded, glancing at her computer. She handed him another bottle of water. "I am so sorry you have to wait. But there are a ton of COVID cases spiking and as you can imagine…" "Yeah." Ed thanked her for the water bottle and went back to his seat. He swished some water around in his mouth and swallowed. He hated the pee tests at the doctor. Surely he couldn't be the only one who had a hard time peeing on command. It's like you're peeing with someone watching. Who can do that? "Ed?" The nurse practitioner, Kristen, poked her head into the reception area. Ed stood up and walked behind her to the back area where the offices were. Doctor's offices always smelled like band-aids and latex gloves. It was like someone sprayed "latex fresh" all over the place. Tongue depressors that tasted like sterile wood and giant cotton balls were customary stables sitting on the hygienic countertops. The hint of hand sanitizer smashed into his nose at every turn. The nurse practitioner was probably the best part of visiting Dr. Vicker. Ed always noticed her full breasts that peaked ever so slightly from under her scrubs that were slightly low cut. He could never quite tell, but he was pretty sure she had an ass to match, but her lab coat always blocked that view. Ed was pretty sure everyone in the waiting room could agree with that sentiment… even some of the women. But the nurse practitioner was simply gorgeous, and she was pretty much a doctor, which meant she was smarter than he was too. After stepping onto the scale and answering a few initial questions, Kristen let him know that she'd be back in a moment with a cup for him to pee in - cause he was probably ready to go at this point. Snapping out of his trance, Ed nodded. He did have that telltale twinge in his bladder and had to go. "I'll go get the cup, and the doctor will be in in just a moment," Kristen said before leaving the room. But she didn't return. In fact, Ed just sat there squirming in his jeans and tee-shirt, wondering where she'd gotten off to. Ed stood up, felt the twinge in his bladder, and peaked into the hallway. He heard a lot of noise coming from the office down the hall. Judging by the commotion, the doctors seemed preoccupied at the moment. And yet Ed still had to pee. He looked around and noticed the bathroom was out of order. Worried he'd miss the return of Kristen and the cup, Ed limped his way back to the office. Ed decided he was going to stand instead and try and focus on his breathing. That seemed to be the right thing to do right now before he just peed all over the floor. But that walking turned into pacing and the pacing turned into jumping up and down. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Kirsten returned. "I am so sorry," she said. "We had a patient on telehealth who we needed to admit to the hospital. She was so reluctant to go because… well... you know, the virus. But hospitals are perfectly safe. They test everyone that comes in, the doctors are tested…" Kirsten kept talking while Ed danced back and forth. Finally, Ed couldn't take it anymore. "Nurse Kirsten. I'm sorry, but I really have to pee. Can I get that cup, please?" "Omg, of course!" Kirsten sounded shocked. "I am sorry." She reached into the cabinet and pulled out a cup. But before she could hand it to Ed, Dr. Vicker walked in. The man was 6' 4 on a bad day and looked like he could bench press anything that was in his way. As one of the top general practitioners in the area, wherever he went, he turned heads. "Edward." His loud booming voice echoed in the room. "Welcome back to the office." He squirted some hand sanitizer into his hand just in time to see Ed lose his battle with his bladder. The urine started slowly then made its way down the leg of his pants. His entire crotch was unnaturally warm as the urine began to run down his leg and then pool where his socks and shoes met. The worst part was the noise. To everyone in the room, it was obvious what had happened. "Um..." Dr. Vicker just stared. "Oh my goodness," Kirsten said quickly, running to the cabinet. "Don't worry, I didn't know you were…" her voice trailed off as she shuffled in the cabinets. But Dr. Vicker just started at Ed, his dark eyes drilling into him. Ed suddenly felt small. "Well, you need to take those off," the doctor said, gesturing to Ed's wet pants that were quickly becoming cold. "Um, yes, I guess, sure.." Ed shivered slightly. But he didn't move. Kirsten continued rustling through the cabinets and finally came up for air. She put a package on the table then turned to Ed. "What are you waiting for? They need to come off." Ed didn't budge. He was feeling pretty foolish at that moment, standing in his own urine. So Kristen did the work for him. She kneeled down and started unbuckling his pants. Pausing for a moment, Kirsten then pointed to his shoes. "Those have to come off," she said matter a factly. Ed kicked off his shoes and then reached down to pull off his now soaked socks. Ed was actually grateful for the masks they were all wearing; he hoped he didn't smell too bad. Kirsten began the process of removing his pants. Without thinking, Ed placed one arm on her shoulder to steady himself as she removed each leg hole, one at a time. He looked like a toddler. A shiver went through his spine as she reached for his underwear and yanked it down so fast. The air conditioning was causing him to feel chilly in a spot where breezes usually don't blow. "Come on." Kirsten snapped, smacking the side of his thigh. "Let's go." She motioned towards the underwear that was now stuck at his knees. Ed, feeling smaller by the moment, stepped out of that humiliating garment as well. It was now apparent that Ed was standing naked from the waist down while Dr. Vicker gave him a piercing stare. He could tell that he was slightly disappointed. His lip curled in some sort of sneer. Kirsten then grabbed the bottom of Ed's shirt. "Come in, baby. Let's go." She said. "Wait why..?" But he was muffled by both his mask and shirt that were muffling his voice. Ed raised his arms and the shirt was pulled off him on instinct from a time long before he was potty trained. His mask slipped off, and on instinct, he bent over to pick it. But it had fallen too far, slipping under the examination table. Ed bent down, getting on the cold floor to retrieve the mask. The floor was cold under his knees. Ed reached out and grabbed the mask and then, remembering he was naked, stood back up quickly. He put back on the mask as the doctor pulled out his clipboard and could see out of the corner of his eye that Kirsten was fumbling with a few packages she'd pulled from the cabinet. "Do you usually have trouble with continence?" Dr. Vicker asked condescendingly as Ed tried to cover up his privates with his hands. "Excuse me?" "Do you usually have trouble holding your urine and bowels?" Ed blushed. "I don't have trouble holding my pee." "It appears that you do. Look at the state of this floor. I'll need to do a more intensive examination than I planned." The doctor scowled. "I can't believe someone at your age is having these issues." "But I'm not…" The doctor held up his hand. "You're pathetic with these excuses, Edward." Ed fell silent. He had never heard the doctor speak to him this way before and figured it was best to comply to get this over with and hopefully gain this man's respect back. The doctor grabbed a few tongue depressors and began checking his hand. Then instructed Ed to open his mouth and checked around. Ed began dancing around a little again. He had to pee again. Generally, when he drank too much water, he found himself peeing too much. But the doctor took his time. But the time he reached his groin area, Ed was mortified. The doctor cupped his hands around Ed's testicles and then squeezed slightly. "Smaller than usual." The doctor said disappointedly to Kirsten, who had been taking notes on a clipboard. "We should do the longer exam to be safe." The nurse practitioner looked at Ed and sighed as if Ed was the source of a great inconvenience. "If we have to." The doctor looked over at her and said sharply, "He's peeing himself like a toddler. Of course, we have to." The loudspeaker crackled to life, calling the doctor out of the room. "I'll be back." He said. "Collect a sperm sample and check his bowels for me. Then make sure he's protected." "Wait a second…" Ed stammered. This examination was getting too intense for his liking. The nurse nodded, and Ed felt colder than he had all day as he tried to cover up what was left of his dignity in front of this beautiful woman. But Ed noticed a change in her. As soon as the doctor left, she got this devilish look in her eyes and smiled. Something about that look scared Ed. "Sit back on the table, please." She said quietly. Ed did so quickly so he could get this over with. She stood in front of Ed and looked him up and down greedily. Then she grabbed the package that she'd taken out of the cabinet earlier and pulled out a thick white square, and placed it between his legs. "Lift up for me, please." Ed paused for a moment. "Lift. Up." Kirsten said it with such firmness, Ed had no choice but to comply. She placed the plastic padding beneath him, and he put his but back down. Ed couldn't help but feel vulnerable in this very intimate moment at the doctor's office. Next, the nurse grabbed a bottle of gel and squeezed it on her hands. "This will be better if you relax," And before he knew it, she had shoved her fingers up his asshole. "Try and squeeze down for me." Kirsten said simply. Shocked, Ed did the best he could while feeling her invading his insides. She stared at him, deep into his eyes, while she probed him. "Can you try and clench?" She asked again? Ed tried, but his shock kept him from moving. She sighed and shook her head. "Fucking baby." "Hey, I'm not…" But Ed was clearly being ignored. Next, she removed her gloves and then put on another pair. This time she lathered more gel on her hands and fondled his balls, squeezing slightly and rubbing the gel in his most intimate crevices. Ed, at this point, was lying back, unable to stop himself from shivering inside. Admit it or not; this felt… pretty good. It might be worth the humiliation of the rest of the day just so he could endure this. He'd always liked Kirsten. She was beautiful. Her round breasts, her cute nose, everything about her screamed at his inner monster. He grew hard at her touch, and soon he was trying to match his hips to the rhythm of her movements. Fire boiled up inside his loins as she continued to stroke. Ed was getting close, and his breathing quickened. Had he given this movement any more thought, he might have fallen soft. Considering he was lying on an exam table with his legs open and getting a very medical handjob at the moment while being treated like an infant, this wasn't the worst thing that could happen. But right when he was about to cum, Kirsten stopped and took her gloves off. "That's enough of that." She said. "Wait, aren't you gonna?" "Gonna what?" She shot him a dirty look while instructing him to lay his head back on the take and start following directions. Ed was nervous. He had clearly misread the situation and gotten himself in trouble. He closed his eyes for a second as he lay back on the mat. He felt Kirsten tugging something soft and padded around his member and then felt it being taped up. "What are???" Ed's eyes shot open as he looked down. That white plastic square was a diaper. Was she kidding? He didn't need diapers. She glared at him. "You've proven, by wetting your pants, that you cannot be trusted to be fully continent. And," she raised her voice at Ed protests. "If you continue to fight back, I am going to have to call security. I doubt you'll want them to see you in your cute diapers. Now we have one more test, and that's to test to see how you take fluids." Ed stayed quiet because she, at the mention of "cute diapers," had patted him on the front of the diaper, driving him closer to the end of an orgasm. Kirsten shocked him by taking off her shirt and then leaning over the table and teasing her nipple in front of his face. "Suck baby." So he did, greedily. He sucked as much as he could. Enjoying the moment as he wiggled on the table. Ed figured that if he was going to have to suffer, he might as well enjoy himself. But as he sucked, she kept talking. Saying things like, "Good baby," and "that's my little boy." Ed tried his best to ignore her, but each time he'd hear her voice, his erection would get harder and harder until… Ed felt himself spurting in his diaper. He froze as the orgasm washed over him, causing him to feel extremely lightheaded and dizzy. His head jerked up over and over as his penis splashed cum onto the inside of his plastic padding. Then Ed fell backward and sighed. That was not satisfying at all. In fact, now that he finished spurting into his infantile padding, he felt a deep humiliation burning from within. In his haze, he hadn't realized that Kristen had stood back up and was now on the other side of the room taking notes on a clipboard, looking quite disappointed. Then a man's voice shattered the moment. "Looks like you will need these diapers after all." Dr. Vicker was back. Panic shot through Ed's brain as he condescendingly stepped to the table and looked at Ed, who at the moment had a full stomach and was sitting in a cum soaked diaper. "Nurse, let's make sure we get you a prescription for these." The doctor continued. "I think thick diapers for six months should do the trick. We can have them delivered to your house." "But I don't need them," Ed said stupidly. But the doctor just stared at him and squeezed his diaper. "It feels like you do to me." He then turned to the nurse. "And it looks like we need an enforcement mechanism. Sign him up for the diaper delivery service and write that the patient is reluctant to participate, they have ways of ensuring compliance." The doctor looked at Ed. "It would be in your best interest to participate and to do so as instructed. These people are serious. I've seen some boys like you never have their bladder and bowel control restored." "But I don't have issues…" Ed sputtered, moving to the edge of the table, fully aware of the slight squish that precluded that movement. "Keep that up, and you'll be punished." The doctor put down his iPad. "They'll make you eat baby food or replace all the furniture in your home with baby furniture. We had one guy come in here who hasn't cum in six months. That was…. scary. He just couldn't like most babies. Follow the program and you'll be fine, okay?" Ed just sat there as the doctor left the room. Nurse Kirsten handed him back his pants and gave his diaper a squeeze. "See you tomorrow at your place baby." She giggled and left the room. Ed swallowed hard. How was he going to get out of this one?

I have started wearing diapers a few weeks ago and I want to wear them for longer. But even if you don't use them do you have to change them every day? I mean you have to do that with regular underwear. How long do any of you feel comfortable wearing a 'clean' diaper? Maybe I just got unlucky with the 2 boxes I got but with me after about 20 hours or so the padding has gone into hard clumps that really dig into my pelvis bones when I sit down and especially when on the bicycle. Also it's usually pretty moist from just sweat.

I'm going to finish this book series, I swore to myself I would. If anyone stuck with me on the first two, here's the beginning of the third. So, let me explain... I, Rayne Griff I kept dragging on for the cute ABDL scenes although the plot was done, but to be quite honest, I hadn't fully decided if it was the complete end or not. After my hiatus, I decided to put one beast of a story to bed and begin writing the last one(Will it be the last? Who really knows, haha! Let's be honest here: are my story lines ever really over?). Anywho, any new people to the trilogy, catch up with the story down below! If you're looking for a futuristic, sci-fy story about diapers, a DD/LG love story, supernatural powers, robots etc. you came to the right place. I can promise it's more than what just meets the eye... ____ For those of you who are new to this story and looking for a good ABDL binge read, I encourage you to read I, Bot 404 {Book 1}. This is a sci-fy story with an ABDL twist. Bot 404 awakes in the Sequoia Airspace, the heart of intergalactic slave trade, and things seem off. Bot 404 learns slowly from other bots mistakes how to escape from being terminated. This bot finds that she isn't a bot, and something much more than that, a human. Through a train of memories, Bot 404, otherwise known as Rayne Griff, learns her past, and, eventually, learns how serious the present is. What the future must hold? Only she can decide that. Then, check out the second book: I, Rayne Griff {Book 2}. So you heard the story, huh? Think you know it all? Well, guess again. Rayne and Zane test their love through time in this second edition of I, Bot 404 where Rayne learn where her trust truly lies. More action? Yep. More diapers? Of course. More spankings? Unfortunately so for Rayne. Can she stay out of trouble this time around? You'll have to find out. ____ I, Grelda Orion Book 3 Chapter 1: Supposedly, Royally Pissed Off Equals PTSD “How do you feel today, Miss Griff?” Dr. Silvia looked up from behind her square glasses, her eyes constricting as they looked at me. We were on a first name basis, and, supposedly, this was a mental and emotional exam to decide if I was cleared or not to stay with the UGNF before being discharged. Winona said she’d grant me a psychological clearance before I officially left the Intergalactic Space Station. “Great.” I said, with a convincing smile. Dr. Silvia was mainly a human; however, her eyes gave away that she was part Amphibian which gave her special powers to be an empath and hear thoughts. She was one of the nicest Amphibians I had ever met but I was forced to do one full session with her before her diagnosis or lack thereof. I was fine, really, just a bit mad at Zane and trying my hardest to stay on the Intergalactic Space Station. I wasn't going to accept being discharged until all of my resources were exhausted. She scrolled through my chart on her dark glass tablet, “What issues or symptoms have you had since the event?” I blinked, “Uh, what event?” Dr. Silvia took a long look at me, her dark brown eyes fully dilating and she looked down, writing with her stylus quickly over here iGlass that had a privacy screen darkener inlayed on the tablet. “When Sid killed Zane and you revived Zane with your gift.” She said, setting down her stylus and clasping her hands on her light beige colored pants. I gulped, “I mean, no symptoms that I know of.” I shrugged, I didn’t feel much different. I wanted to keep going, to keep fighting a war that wasn’t over until all bots were freed and Nefareons weren’t in tanks underground. Dr. Silvia gave a warm smile with her small lips, “You can be open with me, Rayne. Anything you say stays between me and you. You don’t have to lie, because, as you know, I can tell.” Her eyes watched me carefully as I nodded. “I just don’t know why Zane would say I’m not emotionally stable. It’s an unfair statement because the Galactic Forces is my passion and without it, I’m nothing.” I said in a matter-of-fact way. Dr. Silvia cleared her throat, “Well, from what I’ve gathered, you haven’t been eating, sleeping, showering or taking care of yourself. Although, I know your relationship with Zane is a bit skewed from the norm, that disregards the fact that you haven’t been behaving as usual.” She spoke, with a platter of things that hurt to hear. I blinked, “I’ve been sleeping and eating, I just haven’t had an appetite is all.” I said, in defense. “Have you had any bouts of incontinence?” I gulped, looking down as I felt tears gathering, “You already know the answer. What’s the point of this?” She took a tissue box and angled it towards me. I shook my head at it and looked to her bookcase, trying not to think. Dr. Silvia spoke, “You requested a psychological clearance. Have you had any memory lapses?” She asked genuinely. I squinted my eyes, confused at such a silly question, “No, why?” “Some people dealing with trauma can have memory issues.” “I didn’t deal with trauma; if anything, Zane did.” I said, becoming agitated that she was acting like I was emotionally disturbed. I wasn’t, really. “And that’s why he’s deciding to take a voluntary leave from the UGNF for some time with you.” Dr. Silvia said with an encouraging smile, as if I should be happy about it. I shook my head, “This is ridiculous. What’s the point of trying anymore?” I said, crossing my arms and realizing I was getting nowhere with convincing her I was fine. “Rayne, what do you want from life?” To free all of the bots and Nefareons. “For yourself, not for anyone else?” I squinted, shaking my head, “That doesn’t matter.” “And that’s the reason why I can’t clear you. Even if you lied to me, I can’t because I feel that you’re not taking care of yourself and have destructive behaviors.” She stood, taking out her stylus again on her tablet, “I’m going to set you up with a trusted therapist on Hanna and we will meet again when your mentally stable and ready to come back, okay?” I rolled my eyes, “This is so fucking stupid. I don’t even care anymore.” I said, sullenly as Dr. Silvia opened the door and Zane was outside, sitting on the waiting chair. Zane stood and spoke with the doctor outside the room. I sunk down in the chair, not wanting to move. I was pissed. Pissed at Dr. Silvia. Pissed at Winona. Most of all, I was pissed at Zane. I could hear Zane in a low voice apologizing for my behavior. I rolled my eyes; he always acted as if I were the problem yet he was the reason why I was in this therapist's office in the first place. “Oh no, it’s fine. Agitation is a normal symptom of PTSD. She’s going to be going through a wide range of emotions and that’s completely okay. It’s interesting, your relationship dynamic, because it has been clinically proven to improve depression, anxiety and symptoms of PTSD even so I would encourage it when you two go back.” I squinted my eyes at her talking to Zane about our CGL dynamic and encouraging him. Ugh, I didn’t need that right now, not one bit. Zane peaked behind the door, “Come on Rayne, how about we get going, hm?” His dominating and coaxing tone hinting the sentence. I almost rolled my eyes. I gave him a long stare with a blank expression before standing and quietly trailing behind him out of the hospital floor. I was packed to leave, but I didn’t want to. Gemma hugged me when we got back and Zane told Gemma it was official that we were leaving, “Awe! I’m going to miss you so much!” She gave me a warm, long hug and I didn’t even hug back, I was still fuming. “I’ll visit, okay? You, Zane, Daryx and Eli are all leaving so I may just have to visit Hanna to see you all.” Eli and Daryx were going back to? I bet they were discharged for the same damn reason: Zane Vandore. Chapter 2: Safety is an Imaginary Blanket As we waited at the Intergalactic Space ships loading dock later that night, I had my hood over my head as I crossed my arms, foot tapping on the ground. Was I mad about the situation? Yes. Was I upset with Zane? Correct. Did I look like a child throwing a tantrum? Absolutely. Zane’s eyes kept floating over to me as he conversed with Daryx and Eli about some intergalactic anti-gravity ball game that was premiering over the weekend. I completely drowned them out, reflecting on all of my time at the Intergalactic Space Station, the place I envisioned myself at since a young girl. It was where I felt most at home, yet that was being taken from me. Walking amongst the best of the best in the UGNF on one of the highest floors of the massive Intergalactic Space Station was a dream come true, one I wish my mom could have seen. At least my dad, Red, saw it, although the whole calling him 'dad' thing may never stick... yeah, I think I'll just keep calling him Red. As I was, admittedly, grumpily looking across the food court down below where we waited, someone familiar caught my eyes. A pair of awkward green eyes behind glasses were looking at me, as if awaiting my eyes to find his. I looked at the hologram clock on the wall. Our spacecraft would be boarding in a few minutes… what did I care if I didn’t make it? It wasn't my choice to leave anyways. I got up, hesitating for a moment as I looked over to Zane engrossed in his conversation and shook my head, knowing this may be my last chance to see Calvin. As I began walking towards the escalators, I heard one of the flight attendants announcing my spacecraft boarding. “Group A, for Flight 828 United Intergalactic, please board in a single file line. Thank you.” Of course we were Group A and riding first class, which was stupid because the UGNF was just trying to kiss my diapered ass at this point for sending me home. “Rayne? C’mon, this is us.” Zane said as he stood, gathering our bags and suit cases as his eyes followed me walking away. “I have to do something, I’ll be there in a sec.” I grumbled, not even turning to see his face under my hoodie. “Rayne.” Zane said behind me in a calm tone… which only I knew meant I’d be in trouble if I didn’t listen to him. He already placed me in a diaper for the day from after my failed psychological evaluation for having an ‘attitude’. What else could he do? Spank me? Wow, so scary. I ignored him as I weaved through people towards the escalators to the food court below. I began walking quickly down the long escalator, squeezing past people to hurry. I met Calvin’s eyes as I met him near the stairway by the escalators. He took my wrist, pulling me underneath the bridge of the stairway near a self-service recycled water fountain. I blinked, realizing there was something going through his mind that was of a serious nature. I had never seen him hold such a serious gaze before. “Do you have your phone on you? Watch?” Calvin said, eyes searching mine. I frowned, Zane confiscated them so… “No.” I shook my head, confused at his odd questions. “They are watching you, Rayne. I know we don’t have much time and me just telling you this puts my life on the line but I felt the moral obligation to tell you: You and Zane need to get to somewhere safe when you go back, okay?” He said quickly, urgently. They? Did I hear that right? I shook my head, almost smiling, “Who is ‘they’ Calvin? And the UGNF is completely safe now, we caught most, if not all, of the Valorion Supremacy members in the UGN and sent them to intergalactic prison. And we’re going to one of their safe houses so we’ll be fine.” I said, shaking my head and brushing off the silly thought that we were still in danger. Maybe he hadn’t heard the news? A lot had changed since, after all. “The safe house is not safe. Nor is the UGN or the UGNF. Don’t go there, say you two are going on vacation. Leave, immediately, don’t tell anyone where you’re going. You provided them with something they’ve been waiting and searching for and now many people are in danger.” Calvin said, slowly, as if thinking carefully what to say and when to say it. I shook my head, “But who is ‘they’? I don’t get it.” “The S.S. Rayne, the fucking S.S.” He stared at me as I blinked back, confused. He said in a urgent hush, “The ancient Sequoian Society.” I frowned, blinking rapidly as if he were pulling my leg. I had heard of the Sequoian Society, one that had been alive hundreds of years ago in Valorion history books. The S.S. had paved the current laws and regulations of Valorion. They were what gave Valorion strict rules and regulations and were the greatest source of merciless reign, vindication and uncivilized power over hundreds and thousands of years. After the intergalactic slave trade got to all-time highs and began emanating to far places such as Earth and Orion’s Belt, the United Galactic Forces united to regain power over the galaxies. Many intergalactic wars later, the S.S. disappeared completely, and what was left was a new government in Valorion that had to change many statutes to still keep their intergalactic trades from embargo. However, as far as I knew and had heard from Zane, the Valorion Supremacy was the only black market, underground secret in the shadows of Valorion. I had never even heard of the ancient S.S. besides textbooks. The S.S. was something that was taught in every history class around the galaxies because of the enslavery of Zanthor and Saiph, ending in total annihilation of one ancient planet: Zanthor. The annihilation led to planets realizing it was time to set differences aside and create a force greater the the S.S. to deplete Valorion’s power and cease it’s immoral and cruel acts. Humanitarianism had no place with the S.S. and that meant they had to be overthrown. So after Valorion’s defeat, the United Galactic Nations swore to step in whenever necessary to protect the galaxies, hence creating the United Galactic Nations Forces. This was the sole reason why I admired the UGN so fondly because the Forces were the true protectors of the galaxies. Without the UGN, the galaxies would be in complete chaos. These thoughts ran through my brain and so many questions surfaced as I could hear the final boarding group being called above. I gritted my teeth, wanting to know so much more, yet I didn't have enough time. For the first time, Calvin hugged me, whispering quickly in my ear, “Your coordinates are real, don’t search them anymore. Anywhere. Meet me at the stroke of midnight at the training base, August 8th. I can take you there, trust me.” He pulled away, walking briskly past me and not looking back. I blinked, in a daze as I processed what he said… the coordinates were real? And, August 8th… that was in a month! How were we supposed to hide for that long knowing what I know?! Was this a joke? Or real? It must be, but nothing made quite enough sense. The only thing that did make sense: my mom didn’t write nonsense on a piece of paper. She wanted me to find her and Calvin was going to be the one to help me. I would go to the ends of the galaxies to find her, no matter what dangers may lie ahead.

Really just looking for ABDL friends near me. Tired of being the only one who wears and enjoys the comfort of diapers. Plus it’d be nice to have someone to share stories with. ☺️

I just started making videos for DL's cuz there really doesn't seem to be videos without the AB aspect to them. These are thoughfully made, realistically acted (to the best of my ability) without over the top goofy acting. If you're a diaper lover that wants to be "seen", busted, made to wear diapers and watched, I'm gonna cum up with lots of fun, sexy, sometimes slightly humiliating scenarios for you! They'll be tagged "MOMMYMISSY" on my CLIPS4SALE store so just do a search! there's already 2 up!