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The Boarder's Tale Chapter 1 Pete stood outside the terrace house. He looked at the piece of paper in his hand. The internet was amazing, he thought. No need for those rental sites. He'd found the landlady of this place on a travel chatroom, and here he was a month and 12000 miles later. He opened the nicely painted cast iron gate between the two white pillars and made his way along a short, flagstoned path and up several steps to the black front door. He lifted the polished brass doorknocker and heard the sound it made reverberate inside. A few moments later the door opened and a pleasant looking, middle aged lady stood smiling at Pete. The stereotype of the landlady, thought Pete as he introduced himself. The lady was Mrs Smith, a widow who offered room and board to what she told Pete were 'suitable lodgers'. It seemed that Pete was suitable enough to be having a cup of tea a few minutes later with Mrs Smith and being told how she ran her house. 'So,' said Mrs Smith. 'Anything else, just ask. You'll have your own key. One more thing, do you have issues with bedwetting?' The question took Pete by surprise. He blushed, because he had had a few problems in that area. He had been late toilet training, his mother had told him, and he had wet his bed off and on into his teens. Even later, he had had occasional episodes, when very tired, stressed or once or twice after drinking too much. 'Er, bedwetting?' he replied, hoping he hadn't looked guilty. 'Yes,' said Mrs Smith. 'It's not too uncommon, and creates a lot of washing. I have a plastic undersheet if there's any chance that you might have an accident.' Pete was still a little shocked. His bedwetting history was probably his most private issue. 'Oh, well...' he began. 'It's not a big deal,' said Mrs Smith. 'When was the last time you wet the bed?' Pete had never been good at lying. 'Oh,' he said, trying to sound confident. 'A while ago. A long while ago.' 'So, since childhood,' said Mrs Smith. 'How long ago? Years? Months?' Pete could have kicked himself. This was the perfect accommodation for him, and in the first five minutes he's admitting wetting the bed. ''Years,' said Pete. 'Several.' He winced inwardly. He was making this worse. 'I see,' said Mrs Smith. 'I think we'll start with the plastic undersheet and see how you get on.' Bloody hell, thought Pete. How has this become an issue? At least she's not kicking me out on the strength of it, he thought. 'OK, thanks,' he replied. Damn, he thought. I'm my own worst enemy. That sounded like I was confirming that I'm a bedwetter. 'Well. I'll show you your room.' said Mrs Smith, getting up from her chair. She was quite well built, Pete thought as he watched Mrs Smith turn towards the door. She was wearing jeans and a woollen top. She had nice hips and a large bust. Pete liked full, mature figures, not he thought, that he had any ideas towards this nice lady, even if she had sprung his big secret. At least she didn't seem horrified that anyone should occasionally have an accident at night. Mrs Smith opened a door in the upstairs hallway into a large, comfortable room. There was a big, paned window, a fireplace and a double bed. On the bedspread, resting against the pillows were three large stuffed toys. Pete looked at them in surprise. 'Oh, they're left over,' said Mrs Smith with a laugh, without saying left over from what, or who. 'You can choose one for yourself if you like. I'm sure the previous owner wouldn't mind.' 'No, it's OK,' said Pete. He wasn't sure if what Mrs Smith had just said was odd or not. 'Your bathroom is down the hall at the end,' said Mrs Smith. 'We sit down to pee in this house, by the way,' she added. 'Less chance of mess.' 'OK,' said Pete. Now that was odd, he thought. Still, it was her house, and he usually sat to pee anyway. He'd grown up in a household comprising his mother and three older sisters, where no one including him ever stood to use the toilet. It seemed natural now. Mrs Smith wrapped up her introduction to the house. 'That's about it,' she said. 'You have the run of the house, and you're most welcome to sit downstairs with me in the living room in the evenings. In fact, I'd enjoy the company. Or you can play up here in your room.' Play in my room, thought Pete. Maybe she meant play something on my laptop. 'I'll leave you to it,' she said, turning to the door. 'Dinner will be at 7.30.' 'OK, thanks,' said Pete, watching Mrs Smith's denim clad hips as she left the room. To be continued.

I think building tension in stories is the best way to excite the reader.

Well i was planing on doing something with a vampire for a while then i ended up watching a anime and had an amazing idea so here it is this will be a bit of a Test chapter to see how it goes. Chapter 1. “Well how do I explain my life since I got to this dimension, I guess I’ll start from the beginning it would be easier that way.” “My name is Ella. I come from an interesting dimension were my kind lives we do kill a lot of humans and I’ll admit I don’t really like the taste of them it reminds me garlic so I stick to cows sheep and a whale here and there. I guess I should tell you what I am I’m a dragon a red dragon with black wings. Dragons are not rare in my dimension there seems to be too many of us, so we tend to jump dimensions every so often for a few hundred or few thousand years just for something to do.” “After we fought a war in our dimension that caused a lot of deaths on both sides I decided to leave for a while and find something to do to kill some time. I’ve jumped dimensions before when I was around 200, I’m close to 1200 now and still not fully classed as an adult dragon, I guess if you went by human years, I would be 19. Now the problem with jumping dimension is that it can take a huge amount of mana even for an adult dragon for me to get mana I just have to sleep and rest but that could take months or years depending on where I jump. The good news is turning from dragon to human and back takes no mana so if I need to, I can hide out, the only problem with that is I would be as tall as a 19-year-old human girl. Well enough for now I’ll explain the rest later if it’s needed.” “God, I don’t know how you can eat humans Zoe.” I see Zoe a beautiful golden dragon eating a few soldiers she kidnapped for lunch. “Hey, they are not that bad, little bit worse than cows but still tasty.” Zoe says before she eats the last one, she took. “Whatever you say Zoe. I think I’m going to go talk to one of the Elders and inform them before I leave.” I notice Zoe looks a bit sad as I tell her she has known for months now about me wanting to jump dimensions to find something to do for a while. “All right remember when you do leave to send me some mana messages, so I at least know you are alive.” “I will and I’ll do it as often as I can.” I start to flap my black wings getting high in the air before heading to the Elder dragon’s realm on the other side of the planet. It takes me about an hour to fly there and find a spot to land. I hit the ground and walk into the old volcano where the Elder dragons rest. It takes me about a minute before I am before the Elders all of them each a solid color and each one over 100,000 years old. “I came to inform you all I am going to jump to a new dimension today.” I make sure to bow my head after I’m done talking not wanting to seem rude. “We wish you the best of luck my child, remember if you do need help in the new dimension you must wait a full year in human time before you can ask for help.” The middle elder dragon says to me. “I will Elder and thank you.” I slowly back out making sure to keep my head low as a sign of respect it is hard to back out this way and does take longer but it’s the smart way to leave the Elders. Now that I’m out of the volcano I make my way to the place we summon portals just in case they explode they are far enough away from everything. “Well here goes nothing let’s hope I get a good one.” I say before I use my mana to open a portal to god knows where. I notice unlike most portals this one is a bright red and blue much different then what most portals are, but I think screw it lets have some fun and step though. As I get to the other side, I make sure to change to my human form just in case I run into someone nearby, it’s best not to scare them since I hate eating humans. I look around and I notice it almost looks like where I took my first trip almost 1,000 years ago if I remember right, I landed on a planet called Earth. I can tell I’m in a forest, but I have no idea where a city, town or village might be and since I’m now out of mana I can’t use my mana to find any place around here. After looking around for a few hours I decide to head west in hope of finding something, hoping I didn’t pick a dud dimension or worse a dud planet. I must have walked for 2 or 3 days, it felt like before the forest gave way to a huge plains area as far as the eye can see. As I walk I’ve noticed the days are a lot longer than Planet earth but also a lot shorter then my own dimension by 60 to 70 hours, so sleep is not really needed for me at this point most dragons can stay awake for up to a week before they need sleep and in human time that’s 700 hours. “Where the hell is anyone? It’s been 4 damn days now!” I’m slowly getting pissed and I’m about ready to turn into a dragon and fly around to see what the hell I can find. I think it had been maybe a week of walking before I finally found a city and I must admit the building were a lot taller than I thought they would be. I noticed houses before the huge buildings I saw and I decided to use a small amount of mana and have my eyes take a closer look and what I saw shocked me causing me to say it out loud. “The hell? What kind of humans are they? They must be at least 10-12 feet tall and why the hell are they pushing around smaller ones that look like normal sized humans? What god damn dimension did I end up in, I have a really bad feeling about this…” I let out a sigh knowing by Dragon laws when we go to a new dimension if they have any type of life that has intelligence we must talk and live with them if we can. I start walking to the city knowing I’ll get there in a few hours and it should still be morning when I get there. As I get closer, I start to notice that I’m the same size as the people being pushed in what look like strollers…. My stomach drops as I realize what kind of dimension, I ended up in. “Son of a bitch…. I really hope those are babies I see or else this might be a problem. I think I may have made a huge mistake if things go bad, I won’t be able to get help for a year or more. I’m freaking screwed right now.” I breathe in deeply before letting out a long breath knowing this is going to suck. Before I enter the city, I decide to check how much mana I have in case I need to use it to save my ass from something or to scout. I see I have enough to use at least 5 or 6 enhancements on myself just in case. I decide I’ll go invisible and find out a bit more about the city before I try to find a place to get a job and live for a while hoping I won’t run into any problems. I enter the city and walk around a bit shocked at what I’m seeing. They look just like humans and are basically babies for these huge people. I finally find what I was looking for, a huge library in the middle of the city. I sneak in making sure not to run into anybody still invisible for now and head to the history section happy to see all the words are in English. I find a few books on the past present history and quickly read them making sure to memorize everything. I finish both books in under 30 minutes happy dragons can read 50 times faster than a human. I exit the library and make my way to the outskirts of the city to look at some of the house’s curious to see how big the population might be. I get to the outskirts of the city and start looking at some of the house’s noticing that even if I was in my dragon form the ones that looked to be 2 stories were bigger then I was and I was not a small dragon I was huge for my age. I also notice most only have females and few males live around here and it made me wonder if males had a low birthrate. I just got near the end of a row before some more plains when my invisibility enchantment wore out. “Shit I can’t use it again for a few days now I may be in trouble…” Just as I had finished saying that see a shadow come over my body and I slowly turn and look behind me. “Well hello and who might you be?” “Umm… Hi? My name is Ella…” Say shaking a bit before I can’t help but notice how huge she is. “Well hello Ella my name is Lucy. Might I ask what you are doing out here?” She gives me a gentle smile and it brings a little bit of hope for me about the people here. “To be honest I have no idea where I am, I’m not from around here, heck I don’t even know where he is. I laugh a bit hoping I can gauge her reaction. “Hmm did a you just drop here?” She looks at me questioningly. “Kind of I guess in a way? I walked into a portal and ended up here.” I hope telling the truth will save me a headache of having to explain everything. I see her let out a huge sigh wondering what I said wrong. “Well Ella you landed in what I would say is a really messed up dimension. It’s a good thing I found you first anyone else and you might have had a problem.” “What do you mean? What would have happened if someone else found me first?” I’m quite worried now knowing as a last resort I can turn into a dragon but if I do that, I know the Elders will get pissed and find out. “Well women here are called Amazon’s and we love caring for babies most would have picked you up taken you to an adoption center. Some would have your teeth removed or regress you and make it to where you can’t ever walk.” A look of shock passes over my face. I know the primitive stuff they got here won’t really do anything but I’m still shocked that they do that to the small humans. “Umm what are you going to do to me then?” I ready myself in case I have to fight for my life. I know the Elders might not be happy but it’s a risk I’ll take. “Well you have a few options Ella. I can take you adopt you and at least let you keep your mind and walk the rest of the stuff would have to be done but that’s option one. Option two I leave you here and someone else who’s not as nice finds you and you end up a mindless drooling little. And the last one is I drop you off at an orphanage and wish you the best of luck.” She can’t be serious, can she? “What would dealing with you mean?” If she tries anything, I’m ready to kill her and get out of here quick. “Well you would be a baby in all sense of the word diapers crib everything. May have to do daycare but we will see. Your biggest problem Ella is how tall you are your maybe 4 feet tall just from me eyeballing it.” She has to be joking…. There’s no way this is really how they treat people smaller than them? It only dawned on me after a moment what she said. “Wait I’m 4 feet tall? How! I’m normally 6 feet tall at least.” Oh god if I’m 4 feet tall as a human how tall am I as a dragon…. “Well whenever a Human drops here they tend to get smaller and how small they get we don’t know. We really don’t even know how or why they drop here it’s just something that happens.” I’m happy she buys into me just dropping here. I would have hated to have to hurt someone already. “So, if I agree to go with you how long will I be stuck like that?” “Most are babies until they die Ella, they don’t get to be adults or grow up again.” I’m a little more than pissed now I live damn near forever no way in hell would I be stuck like that forever. “I’ll agree to go with you for now however I will leave when the time comes.” She smiles at me like you would a toddler or a newborn dragon and boy does it piss me off. “Sure, Ella you can leave when the time comes however, I don’t know where you will go after that. There is no real place for a little to hide that an Amazon can’t go.” I’ll let her think that for now and at least I know what to call the humans now. Littles. “If I’m going with you since you’re the safe option here what do we do now?” I still don’t trust this woman and I’m not ever going to let me guard down around her or any of these Amazons I just hope my mana comes back soon so I can get the hell out of here. “Well normally I would take you to the adoption center however since you’re a portal little I’ll take you home and call LPS and have them do everything at my home.” I’m starting to think I might be in to deep. “What’s LPS?” I look at her puzzled. “Little protective services, they make sure littles are treated at least ok but also deal with all portal littles.” I nod. “Let’s head home then.” I also let out a shriek as Lucy picks me up and I start to wonder just how strong are Amazons it then makes me start to worry if my dragon scales can eve protect me from them. “Sorry about that didn’t mean to scare you.” She says to me trying to comfort me. I watch as we walk few houses before she turns and takes me into a massive dark blue house. I make sure to take a good look around at everything trying to memorize everywhere I can hide if needed. She puts me on a one of the biggest couches I’ve ever seen before grabbing a phone. “Now wait right here I’m going to call them and get them to send someone to get everything official.” I just nod not sure what to do. I watch as she goes into the next room and makes the call. I start looking at some of the pictures on the wall and notice that she has what looks like a brother and sister I start to wonder if I’ll meet them soon after today. Lucy comes back into the room before sitting next to me. “They say they will be here shortly and just to sit tight. Fair warning Ella don’t cry or show emotions to them it will make everything easier. They are going to take your measurements weight take some blood and put 2 chips in you 1 for tacking and 1 to say who you belong to.” I look at her shocked like she’s joking. I realize I’m going to have to let the needles enter my skin and change my blood for a bit or else they might think somethings up. I look up at the clock and see the time knowing they will be any minute, I'm just hoping these LPS people are reasonable, I only got at best 5 enhancements left and wasting one on some Amazon is not what I have in mind.

Fresh unopened package of Abena M4s for sale. Will ship to you if you venmo/paypal me cash, not interested in local pick up (sorry!). Bought them for the first time and they are definitely too small (my thighs are too big lol) and can't return to Amazon. Need to move them quick. $20-30 (depends on shipping). I won't overcharge for shipping, just enough for me to break even if I can. Will ship in a discrete box (probably one from amazon reused).

Prologue 19 Years earlier. "Sarah, I know you don't want me to leave but I want a better life for my child, I don't want her to grow up thinking bad about little's." "Liam little's have it better now then when we were kids, I know you still don't like how some are treated but there is not much we can do." "REALLY SARAH? DAD OWNS THE BIGGEST COMPANY THAT MAKES LITTLE DIAPERS, TOYS, CLOTHES, AND FURNITURE. WE ARE RICH WE CAN MAKE CHANGE BUT YOU AND DAD REFUSE TOO!!!!!" "Liam please calm down I don't need the stress we both know you mean well, why do you think I had the idea to go?" "I'm sorry Ella, I am trying not to yell anymore." "Ella, Liam I will make you a deal when dad gives me the company, I will save your share of it. Liam as long as you bring your new son or daughter to see me that's all I ask please?" Liam sighs knowing his sister means the best but is still too young to fully understand. "Ok deal once our child turns 18 we will come back and stay here if all parties want too." "That is fair Liam. Then I guess Liam and Ella its goodbye for now I'll miss you both." "Bye Sarah I'll miss you." "Bye my great sister in-law we will both miss you. bye for now but not forever." Both having said their goodbyes walk through the portal to Earth to start their new life. Present day. Chapter 1. 12 Hours earlier before the trip to see Sarah. "Mom where is my suitcase I need to pack some more clothes before we leave." "Amelia really? You have three so far you don't need anymore, we don't have a lot of room as it is." "Amelia listen to your mother, we can't take that much stuff we have a limit to what we can take with us to see your aunt Sarah. She said she will come pick us up once we get to her Dimension and take us out to eat. Remember Amelia once we get there, we will be a lot bigger, I was 13 feet before I left, and your mom was 12 almost 13 feet too and we were taller than most bigs. Both me and your mom think you will be maybe 12-13 feet, but we don’t know." "I know dad I just can’t believe you have a sister in the other Dimension, why didn't you tell me before?" "Me and your mom wanted to wait tell you were 18 before we took you to see her." "I know I'm a big, but you didn't have to wait to tell me you know." "sweetie we didn't think you would be ready tell you were older, but we are sorry we didn't tell you." "It's ok just please don't keep secrets from me." "We won't keep anymore secrets from you, from now on Amelia does that sound fair." "Totally." Amelia and both of her parent's pack their bags in the car and go grab some breakfast getting ready to leave in a few hours. "Mom can we have pancakes before we go?" "Sure, let me make a few you want anything on them?" "No mom I'm fine with plan." Amelia mom gives her and her dad some pancakes with butter to eat for breakfast, then sits down herself and starts to eat hers. "Mom can we get a few things from town to give to Aunt Sarah as a gift please?" "Sure, once your father and I are ready ok, go meet us in the car we will be out soon." "Ok mom you and dad hurry up." Amelia heads to the car and gets in the backseat to wait for her mom and dad. God, I hope they don't take forever I really want to get aunt Sarah something but what would she like? Hm I'll have to ask dad she is his sister after all. "Liam are you sure this is a good idea? I mean she has never been there, and we only told her about her aunt a month ago." "Ella it's ok I think she is at least old enough to know who my family and your family are. even if your family are bad people." Ella sighs loudly. " I know Liam that's why I hate my family. What they do to little's should be illegal." "Let’s just try and not be around your family too much ok Ella, lets meet them at the mall or somewhere public." "Sounds good dear you ready." "Yes, dear let’s get going to town." All Liam can think about now is how Ella's family will react when they find out she has a kid now. Ella can’t help but think to herself how her parents will react to Amelia, and to the fact we are visiting Sarah more then them. Ella and Liam make their way to the car and hope in and buckle up. "ok Amelia where do you want to go?" "Well um dad what does Aunt Sarah like?" "Well get her something that means a lot to you I'm sure she will love it cause it's from you." "How about I get a photo of us and fame it and give it to her?" "That sounds perfect dear let’s get her that." "Thanks for the help dad." "No problem Minnie." Liam says has he laughs a bit to himself. "DADDDD don't call me that I'm not 10 anymore." "Minnie be nice to your dad." "Not you too mom. I can't win, can I?" "Nope dear me and your dad always win." Ella says as she chuckles As the car takes off dad drives them into town to get a good family photo and get it famed he stops by the photo studio and asks how long the wait time is for one photo and gets told it can be done right away. Liam Ella and Amelia walk in and are sat down right away. "Make sure you smile. Now say cheese." "Cheeseee." all three say at once. After its done Amelia finds the perfect frame for it. "Mom Dad can we get this one? It says it can't break." "Sure, that way no matter what Sarah will always have it." "Ok get in the car Minnie." "Mom pleaseee. At least don't do that in front of Aunt Sarah." Both Liam and Ella laugh knowing she hasn't seen the back of the photo. The amazing family jumps in the car and heads home to finish getting ready for the trip tonight, knowing it will take about an hour to get to the portal and that they will be arriving just when it's just starting to turn night, so they can meet Sarah then head to her house to sleep and hang out in the morning. Amelia thinks to herself on the ride home about meeting her Aunt. I wonder what she is like or how tall she is dad has not told me much about her other then her and dad are rich on the other side of the portal. Guess I'll find out tomorrow morning not sure I'll be able to stay awake tonight. The family gets home and Amelia heads to her room to chill for the rest of the day waiting for 10 pm when they leave to go to the portal. "Ella I'm worried about Amelia she has never been on the other side of the portal, I don't want her to think different of us for leaving it." "Liam calm down please she will be fine no matter what she won’t change just because it has little's, if she is anything like me, they won’t affect her. Hell, they didn't affect your sister too. That reminds me did your sister ever get a little. I know the CEO of the biggest company that sells little stuff should have a little too." "Honestly honey I don't think she ever did get a little she thought they might slow down her work and she wanted to takeover dad's work after I left, and he told her she would be CEO." Liam and Ella spend hour's talking about Sarah the other side and Amelia hoping everything goes well. Amelia sits in her room excited to go to the Portal and see the United States a group of 60 country's that hate little slaves but have laws to protect everyone. As the hours roll by she cant stop thinking about her aunt and where she lives hoping her aunt likes her and the present she got her. 8:45 pm rolls around and Liam and Ella get ready to leave. "Amelia are you coming sweetie we got to leave so we can get there before 10 pm. We need to beat the traffic so we can get there on time." "Coming mom! Don't leave me I really want to go." "Sweetie we are going for you so we won’t leave you." "Ella Amelia you both ready?" "Yes dad." "Yes dear." Amelia and her parents get in the car and start the hour-long drive to the portal to go to the U.S on the other side. "Mom is it ok if I take a nap?" "Yes, go ahead you might need it, I'm not sure what your aunt has planned but it might be a good idea." As Amelia takes a nap her parents talk about what Sarah might have planned when they get to a stop light, they go once it turns green but both of them never see the drunk driver in the semi before he hits them cutting the car in half killing both her parents instantly, then slamming the seat into her face breaking bones waking her up for a split second before her half gets tossed into the pole break the car more and causing her seat belt to fail and toss her from the car back first into a tree. Amelia starts to come to in the back of the ambulance. "Wha....." She passes out and her blood pressure drops low and she goes into shock before the Ambulance works knew what happened. "Give her fluids to increase the amount of fluid in her body QUICK!! We need to keep her alive tell we can get to the hospital. She’s going into hypovolemic shock!! Drive as fast as you can to the one by the portal it has the best tech go 100 MPH if u need to just drive faster!!!" "Quick pass me some saline and some large bore needles we need to keep her alive tell we get to the hospital!" "Quick use the anti-shock pants. We need to keep the blood up near the heart as much as possible." "Mack she’s losing too much blood and I can't tell what is broken and what’s not." "Jimmy breath ok? we need to just keep her stable. GORGE DRIVE FASTER GET A ESCORT IF YOU HAVE TOO!!!" " We got one Mack and we can’t go faster I'm topping the speed. We only got 5 miles tell we get there, I already radioed them and told them to get the ICU team ready and get the best tech." The ambulance pulls up to the hospital and there are over 20 doctors and nurse's waiting to help. they get Amelia out of the ambulance and into the hospital and up to the ICU and start to work on her the best they can. "Dammit do we have any info on her anyone?" "Sorry Dr Howard both her parents were killed on impact and all the info we can find is she has a Aunt in the U.S." "Your shitting me? Crap get me the hospital director and call the lawyer and tell him to meet me in the director's office quick. Keep that girl alive while I'm gone do whatever you can." Dr Howard runs as fast as he can to the director's office hoping they can save this girl. "Jean I need your help Sally is on her way too we need to make a call and now." "Shawn what have I told you about calling me Jean?" "Find out who Amelia Holloway's aunt is quick we don't got much time." "Was she the one that just came in?" "Yes, now hurry!" "Jean Shawn I'm here what did you want?" "Sally get a transfer order ready to move a patient though the portal to U.S." Both Sally and Jean scream what at the same time. "You’re kidding, right?" "No, I'm not now find her aunts number." "I already did once you said her last name, I knew who it was...." Sarah Holloway sat on the top floor of her building look at quarterly reports seeing a 7 increase in sales this quarter. "Miss Holloway, we have a hospital from Earth on the line. What do you want me to do?" "A hospital from Earth? put them through I'll take it in here." "Umm is this Sarah Holloway? "Yes, may I ask why you are calling?" The director sighs hoping this goes well. "Well I'm Director Jean I have my chef Doctor Shawn Howard and I also have our hospital lawyer Sally. We have a problem here and we need your help and it is a matter of life and death." Sarah starts to get really worried knowing what might be coming next. "Who is it? Who is in the hospital?" "It's your niece Amelia. She was in a drunk driving accident and sadly I'm sorry Miss Holloway. But she’s the only one out of both her parents and her." Sarah can help but break down crying knowing her only family may die. "Miss Holloway?" "It's fine tell me what needs to be done money is not a option ok?!?!?!" "Miss Holloway, we need you to sign some papers or give us a verbal ok while its recorded so we can send your niece to the U.S. to get help. Her only hope is the Nantes now." "DO IT NOW I DON'T CARE WHAT IS NEEDED OR HOW MUCH JUST DO IT!!" "Yes Miss Holloway goodbye for now." "You heard her Shawn get her to the portal now!" Shawn runs back to the ICU and gets ready for chaos. "EVERYONE LISTEN UP! Get her and everything we need we are running to the portal to get her to the hospital in U.S!" "Umm jean." "Yes, Sally I know I'm calling the other hospital now to give them the heads up and to get a team ready and normal Nantes." "I wish Amelia and miss Holloway the best of luck they will need it." "Me too Sally Me too." Howard and his team wait at the portal door for them to be given the go to push he through it. At last they are given the green light and they push her through to the other side hoping she may live but knowing she has at best a 10% chance to live. Everyone hopes she can come back and bury her parents soon. "Jessica tell the pilot up time to start the helicopter up now I'm going to the hospital by the portal and tell him there are no speed limits today." Jessica has never seen her boss like this and is scared but does what she says. "Yes boss" Jessica gives the pilot the heads up as Sarah leaves to head up to. "Joe top speed to the hospital now I don't care about any rules I'll fix it my niece might die so MOVIE IT." Joe knows he needs to go stop speed fearing the worse for Sarah's niece. "Yes, boss right away." Both Joe and Sarah head to the Hospital as Amelia gets taken inside to the waiting team of doctors trying to save her life.

The stuff i scrapped that made me go WTH was i thinking. also heads up this has almost no editing just cause of how bad i thought it was Chapter 5 The therapist's office. "Amelia you read for this? I booked 6 hour's for this just in case there is a lot you want to talk about. She is also one of the best therapist's that deal with little's that I know." Sarah let's Amelia know trying to get the girl ready for a bit of talking. "Sarah what is her name you never told me? "Oh sorry her name is Leona Beckett. I got told she likes to be called Leona, remember that ok sweetie?" Sarah's heart can't help but hope this is the right idea to do for Amelia. "Oh I like that name it sounds really pretty. Sarah did my mom and dad tell you about me growing up at all?" Amelia can't help but wonder what her aunt might know. Well her mom now but she still can't get use to that it sound's weird to her, but she knows if she does it some time's Sarah will be happy. Just then Leona came out to greet them and talk to them before the session "Miss Holloway and hello Amelia. My name is Leona Beckett and I will be mostly Amelia's therapist but I will also talk to you Miss Holloway. Also I have never had anyone want 6 hours before but with the amount you offered I couldn't refuse even if it get's late." Amelia wonder's just how much her aunt offered for this therapist to do this she thinks at least 3 time's the normal rate. Unbeknownst to her, her aunt paid Leon 10 time's her name rate for this hoping this will help Amelia as much as she want's it to. "Now if you two will follow me into my room we can get started." Amelia and Sarah follow Leona into her office and notice the little size items and big size and even a changing table in the room in case a little has a accident. "Take a seat anywhere you would like." Sarah pick's a chair and Amelia grab's this long chair to sit in noting to ask Sarah to get one for her room. "Now who would like to start first, I'm guessing Sarah?" Leona ask's giving Sarah the floor. "Well beside's what I told you over the Phone I did find some stuff in Amelia's house when I had people get everything out of it and I was concerned." Sarah tell's Leon about note's and some paper's she found. Amelia's heart jumped to her throat knowing her secret's and childhood and everything that happened was about to come out. To be honest she know's she was not perfect and know's she had problems, being the kid of 2 big's on earth everything treated her differently and the cop's even looked down on her. Getting her flu shots where a whole different story, they ended up driving 4 hour's just to get them in a town that was fine with big's. "Well Sarah if you want you can wait outside or leave and come back it's up to you." Leon tells Sarah knowing it might be a while. "Ok I'll go wait in the truck and get some work done, I'll be right out front if you need me." Sarah walks outside and get's in the truck and starts doing some work about Amelia wondering if she will ever tell Amelia the truth. "Well Amelia where do you want to start. I'm guessing you might know what Sarah told me?" Amelia sigh's hoping this would never come out. "Well what part do you want me to start with first Miss?" "Sweetie you can call me Leona I don't mind I want us to be friendly with each other, even if you don't want to be friend's if that's fine with you. How about we start from the beginning does that sound good?" Leona say's trying to break the ice. "Well when I was born I don't really remember much I don't really remember anything tell I was about 3ish. Some of that was stuff I heard my parent's talking about when they tried to hide stuff from me I guess?" Amelia starting to get a bit scared hoping she can do this. "Well what did you find out from sneaking around and listening in on them?" Leona knowing Sarah didn't say anything about this. "Well I heard my mom talking with someone on the phone about not breastfeeding me as a kid, saying it would have been wrong of her to do so. She also said even if that was not the problem, she is not sure how my body would take big milk knowing I'm on earth now." Amelia admit's. She never told her mom or dad she heard this and much and more growing up from them. "Did you ever find out who was on the phone with you mom? Leona think's this might be a bit touchy but she want's to find out what this girl know's and if that is part of the reason's she rebelled growing up. "No sadly and it wasn't the first time I heard mom on the phone, talking to who I guess was the same person each time. I knew she talked at least once a month, it was almost always on the same date too. Over the years though the talking got more weird even."Amelia is hating what is about to come. "What do you mean more weird? Was there talk of abuse or what you did?" Leona is getting more interested by the minute now with this girl. "Well one time when I was 16, I heard my mom talking to the person saying she wanted to tell me the truth but I never could find out what that truth was. Another time I heard her talking about my first time dealing with the cops when I was 11. I still don't know what I ever did wrong. Amelia know's she can't cry but she might and she hope's she can cold it back. "Sweetie is this about you getting arrest for what the ticket said as refusing to listen to a cop?" "Yes but the truth was he stopped me when I was at the park and asked me who my parents were, when I told him he called me a liar and gave me a ticket then drove me home." Amelia can't help but cry now and she know's it will just get worse from here on out. Leona hands Amelia some tissue's for her nose and tear's. She waits a minute before asking a question nagging on her mind. "Why did the cop say you were lying?" "He knew who my parent's already where he just hated big's, the fact that my mom and dad wanted to live on earth pissed him off and most the cop's in town. They were always getting pulled over for the dumbest of thing's too. Tail light not working, going 1 mile per a hour over the speed limit. going 1 under the speed limit, stopping too long at a stop sign. It never ended." Amelia cry's again but try's to finish the best she can. "They never tried to stop it no matter what they took it, I never did understand why we didn't move or why they never tried to fight back with lawyers or anything." Leona has a few answer but even more question's now. "Well they didn't wanna fight I'm guessing cause they didn't wanna risk losing you and the chance the cop's cause use that as an excuse to hurt you or your parents or worse. As for not moving I'm not sure you were still a bit away's from the portal but close enough it could be done in a day if needed. The only other portal close to you was the hospital portal but that is only for life and death, like when you went though it and were made your size." Leona know's she is gonna get more question's then answer's but she hopes that Sarah might be able to fill her in later on some of these question's. "Um Leona can I please go change I'm soaked and think I'm close to leaking." "Here sweetie let me help I can do it faster if that's ok" "Please it's already hard enough to walk or move with these casts" Leon picks up Amelia and takes her to the changing table and move's her short baby dress out of the way, she then untapped her diaper and starts to clean her and wipe her down. Amelia is blushing red knowing this new person is changing her but at the same time she feel's safe and not scared of Leona. Leona finish's using some oil and powdering her then tape's up the new thick diaper she grabbed. She help's Amelia off the changing table carry's her back to the long chair she was sitting in and then sit's down herself. "Now then where were we Amelia. I know let's talk about the time you where in your first fight at 13." "Well there is not a lot to say about that one, I was called a Amazon's kid by a few girl's and one hit me with a rock so I ran at them and beat them up then I got in all the trouble. I know the parent's tried to sue us but some how they lost, I didn't even know my parent's had the money for a lawyer." "So the fight started over being call a racist name and you got in call the trouble? Being earth and how they can be to us I'm not real shocked I am surprised they hit you with a rock though." Leona know's she is finally getting somewhere and want's to keep the girl talking. she check's the clock to see how much time as passed and notice it's only been a little over a hour. "After that I heard my mom on the phone with someone talking about how I attacked some girl, She never told the person on the other side I was attacked and call a racist name first. It honestly made me sad and depressed to know my mom didn't want to fight for me or believe me at all." "Did you ever get anything for being depressed, cause I'm guessing this wasn't the first time or the last that you heard your mom talk like that." "No they wouldn't take me to see anyone but a doctor for my flu shots or to the testing school to make sure I could go up a grade. The next time I heard my mom was disappointed with me was when... was when.... was..." Amelia break's down crying her eye's out loud enough that Sarah can hear from outside and run's inside as fast as she can wondering what is wrong with her baby girl. "IS EVERYTHING OK??!?!" Ask's a heart broken Sarah at hearing Amelia. Before Leona can answer she runs over to Amelia and hug's her to try and calm her down a bit. "Shh shh it's ok baby mommy is here." Amelia grab's onto Sarah and don't let go. "What happened Leona?" "Well Sarah when I asked about her being depressed from hearing her mom say she was disappointed in her, she tried to tell me then stuttered and broke down crying then you got here." "Amelia shhh shh sweetie please tell me and Leona what made you so sad?" Amelia finally getting her crying under control after almost 10 minutes of crying tells them. "I told my mom I was gay.... I told her I was into girl's and she got pissed told me I was grounded, then called the person on the phone and told them." Amelia still sobbing a bit get's out the word's the best she can. Leona look's at Amelia in shock wondering how one's own mother can be a monster like that. Sarah knew Ella changed but she wondered what she didn't find in the house. Leona was really worried now and wanted to know more "Sweetie Amelia? Can you tell us what else she did, we need to know badly so please tell us." Amelia choking back more tears. "She would spank me a lot and tell me it was cause she loved me. She never did anything around daddy though I think she was scared of him finding out, but daddy was always stressed cause of the cop's." Sarah is shocked at what Ella did, now she wish's she could beat Ella senseless wondering how someone can do that to a sweet girl like this. "Amelia what your mommy did was really wrong, she should be in jail for what she did no child no matter little or big or a person on earth should have to go though that." Leona knew there would be a lot more before this was over and she still had a little over 3 hours left. "Sweetie I will never let that happen to you again as long as I live. I will kill anyone who does that to you and I will make sure with all my powder I can use I will make them suffer. Understand this I love you so much Amelia I will protect you no matter what." "Amelia do you feel safe and well enough to keep talking to us?" Leona wondered how damaged this girl really was. "Yes Leona and thank you mom I love you." Sarah's eye's lit up with joy at hearing that and Leona looked shocked knowing it hasn't been long sense she woke up, But shes accepting this life so well. "Can we talk about the night this all happened Leona?" Amelia knew she had too. "Sure but we can stop any time you want Amelia." Sarah know's this is a huge milestone and decides shes gonna sit there and not make a word. "Well the night it happened I was thinking of seeing my aunt and thinking of asking her if I could stay with her and live with her I spent day's thinking how to ask her then once we were in the car on our way to the portal I was scared. Next thing I knew i heard a crash and metal and the seat in front of me hitting me in the face, I blacked out the moment the car hit the pole then a week later I woke up to my new mom Sarah." Amelia was holding back as best she could but still cried a bit despite trying her best to not cry. Leona and Sarah were both shocked she remembered all of that even after getting hurt that badly and almost dying. "Amelia do you know how badly you were hurt?" Leona asked her. "No not really mom and the doctor's wouldn't tell me everything." Leona look's at Sarah a bit disproving and Sarah know's she's in the wrong on this one. "Amelia you were on death's door, the fact you lived is amazing, you should not be alive by any medical standard's even Nanites normally don't work like they did they didn't do anything to your leg's but they worked on your face and chest the best they could. You had all but 1 rib broken 1 lung was basically gone your heart was barely working and everything else was a mess and barely working." This time Sarah finish's what Leona was gonna say. "Sweetie you 100 percent should not be alive the fact that you are is a miracle and I am not going to let that miracle go away I will make sure you get everything you could ever want as long as you listen to ok sweetie?" "Yes mom i understand, I don't think I could ever not listen to you I love you too much." Both Sarah and Leona have a few tear's in their eye's now hearing Amelia and how much she love's Sarah. Sarah understood finally even if Amelia tried to hide it a bit she really deeply cared . Leona ask's one of the hardest question's she has had to ask today and hope's the answer is a no. "Amelia was there anything your old mom did too you?" Amelia starts to cry more again at this and knows everything must and will come to light sooner or later. "When dad was gone she would use the belt on me, and dad left a lot I never did find out what he was doing. He left at weird time's each day some time's it would be 10 other times 7 at night I tried my best but I never could find out. I started wetting my bed for a while and mom would beat me with the belt each day once dad left. Both Leona and Sarah can't believe what this girl went though and Sarah is seeing red now. She know's her brother and his wife are lucky they died, cause if they didn't she would have killed them. "Mom Leona there is something else I want to tell you, I use to try and help people when I could and when mommy found out she got upset and told me that we don't help people and then she grounded me." Amelia can't hold it back any more and bawls into Sarah's shoulder. "Baby it's ok I will always be here for you shhh shh." "Thank you. Is it ok if we stop for now? I can't say anymore." Ask's a hopeful Amelia. "Sure Amelia that is fine. Miss Holloway if you want you can bring her back 1 week from today go get her some food and have a rest." Leona thinking that they made a lot of progress today more then she does with most. she notice's its been almost 5 hours and is shocked Amelia is still so awake." Sarah pick's up Amelia and takes her to the truck and puts her in the car seat, she walk's around and get's in the front seat and starts the truck and drive's home to get a late dinner for both her and Amelia. Most the drive is quite as Amelia does not wanna talk anymore for now. They pull into the house about an hour later and Sarah takes Amelia out of her car seat and takes her inside to the dinning room where Mandy is waiting with her dinner and a bottle for Amelia. "Welcome home baby Amelia and Mommy Sarah." Mandy chuckles to herself a bit as Sarah places Amelia in her highchair. "Amelia this is some special milk I'm hoping you will like if you do I will get you some more ok?" Amelia start's to drink the milk while Sarah eat's her dinner. "Mandy what is this it's really really good." Sarah almost choke's on her food and Mandy laugh's "It's a secret that's why its special sweetie." Answer Mandy happy that Amelia love's it. "Mandy can you put my food in the fridge I don't think I can eat anymore and it seem's our baby girl is falling asleep." Sarah ask's Mandy. "Sarah I think our girl is Milk drunk right now." "Hik I ish noot Milky Drnkie." At that moment Amelia passes out from the Milk after having drank over 32 oz's of milk. Sarah carry's Amelia into her nursery and change's her wet and messy diaper and put's a new thick crawler one on her. Once Sarah is done she notice's Jessica standing in the doorway. "So my lover did she like the milk?" Sarah Laughs a bit trying not to wake Amelia. "She move then liked it darling, she loved it." "Good I'll will make some more for her, I didn't think she would effect me like this though," "I didn't either, but as long as it's not going to waste that's all that matter's, that and how much she love's it. Let's not tell her yet what it is though ok? Sarah tell's Jessica knowing Amelia may not like it once she know's what the milk is. Sarah gently lays Amelia down in her crib and slips her pacifier into her mouth and watch's as she sucks on it. Jessica and Sarah leave the room and close the door then start to talk a bit. "I am gonna hate to get her, her new teeth when she wants them I already miss her lisp and how much she was drooling too." Sarah said hoping Jessica would understand. "Sarah I know you didn't want to do this but... We could give her some tapes to where she likes not having them... If you want." Jessica know's how much Sarah hates using tapes to regress a little. "Jessica my love, I may want it badly but I will never want it badly enough to use tape's on my baby girl. If she want's them I'll use the tape's then if not I refuse to ok?" Sarah knowing she's trying not to sound mad at all. She is scared if she does that Amelia could lose all her sense of herself and become a whole new person, she has seen it time and time again with other little's in other country's and she hated it so much. Sarah has seen the worst of the worst mindless infant's, little's forced to be infant's but they still have there mind. On more then one occasion she has though about buying a little like that just to save them, she knew's if she did and someone saw them there would be question's asked about it. Now that she had time to think again she realized with Amelia here she could use the excuse she wants Amelia to have a little sister or brother. Then she could unregress them and make them a normal little again if she can. Sarah had a new goal in life now besides taking care of Amelia and she would even ask Amelia for her help to do this if the girl was up for it. "Sarah helloooo you whooo is anyone home?" Sarah snapped out of her day dream and looked at Jessica. "Sorry dear but I had an Idea crazy enough it just might work." "What is your plan this time?" "We are going to adopt a little or two for Amelia to have as a brother or sister's." "Wait sister's? and only one boy and why the hell do you want to adopt more?" "I have always wanted to adopt a little in a bad country but I never had a good reason too without questions being asked but now I have the perfect reason and the perfect excuse so no one can say anything about it." "I'll admit this is crazy but it could work." "Yep next meeting I have in a none alliance country I'll take Bruce and Killer with both of there team and bring Amelia with me to adopt some little's." "BRUCE AND KILLER? YOU KNOW THEY HATE EACH OTHER?!?!? ARE YOU INSANE?" Jessica finally think's that Sarah has lost it and went fully insane, if not insane she has gone little crazy or little blind. "Jessica my love they may hate each other but for the right pay and a good enough reason they will do it. They also hate how other little's are treated and this could be a good excuse to also get them both little's for them and there wife's. Maybe they can be friends that way who know's." "Sarah is two teams of bodyguard's kinda over kill? That's over 100 men between the two. You will need the huge jet for that one." Jessica tells Sarah still shocked about the idea "Yep I know I'm also going to be bringing my truck with me just in case." "You mean your armored tank? Have you even told Amelia that it has weapons on the damn thing? Or that is has a AI in it that even the Military on both U.S. and Earth want?" Jessica now fully in shock at Sarah's idea. "Nope i told Ruthless to try and keep quite for now and she said ok she understood." "My lover and soon to be wife is crazy she finally lost it someone help me." Jessica says losing her mind at this idea. "Jessica it will be fine with over 100 bodyguard's plus Bruce and Killer if anyone attack's me they will be dumb and dead." "Sarah I know no one has ever attacked your truck before but this is asking for it are you sure it will be ok?" Jessica now worried knowing she can't stop Sarah. "Jessica I had it sent to earth and the USA there nuked the thing and it was still ok to drive and Ruthless even laughed at it. Both me Amelia and Ruthless will be fine." Sarah trying to reassure Jessica and calm her down "Ok but make sure she has all new armor and weapon's or else I wont let you go deal?" "Deal I'll have RnD put on the new railgun they made and the new smart seeking rocket's for weapons. I'll have them add the new blast proof armor to make sure and the new Ultra dragon scale windows to make sure only a Nuke will hurt her." Sarah knowing this will make Jessica happy knowing they are using the experimentally military tech they work on below the building. "Ok I'm fine with that now let's head to bed it's getting late and if this is you plan your next meeting with a None-Alliance country is in a week I'll call Bruce and Killer in the morning and get it set up. I'll also get between one and three adoption licences ready for this. You do know how hard it is to get a normal little adoption licence here." Jessica hoping this will talk Sarah out of it knowing the odd's of that are low. "Yes I do sweetie now lets head to bed I'm tired and deal with this tomorrow." Sarah and Jessica both walk into there room and strip down naked for a night of love making before they sleep. It was well past 2 am before they fell asleep that night tired of the event's and their love. Chapter 6 1 week later the day of the meeting in none-alliance territory. Sarah is trying to prep Amelia for trip and hoping she can follow the acting role she is given. "Ok baby listen you need to pretend to be a infant here and try not to talk if possible. Our goal is to try and save a few littles if we can and money is not a option, if you find one or two or even three you think you might be able to save tell me by saying you want milky ok?" "Yes mom I know we have been over this 20 times now. I understand mom." Amelia getting sick of how much panicking Sarah is doing. "Good just want to make sure. Have you seen Jessica?" Sarah feels like everything needs to be perfect and can't stop the panic. God!!! Where is Jessica I need to get to I need to get everything clothe's wise and diaper wise ready head to the main office for a few hours, get Amelia to sit in the little playpen at my office and pay with toys then get everyone on the jumbo jet. Gahhhhh over 150 people mostly bodyguard's for this one visit. it's costing me a fairly good amount but lucky Bruce and Killer's teams are ok with adopting any little they can so we can save them. "SARAH!" Jessica has to scream at her to get her to look at her. "Oh there you are um why did you yell?" Ask's a confused Sarah. "Honey i've been trying to talk to you for a while now but you were just packing and not listening to me." A concerned Jessica ask's. "Sarah I will go change Amelia before you take her to the office and I'll be right behind you ok?" "Thank you Jessica I don't know what I would do without you." Sarah reaches in to kiss Jessica and they take a long romantic kiss. "Ewww my mom's are getting all lovely and kissing. Get a room you town." Both Jessica and Sarah look at her and stick out there tongue's. "Baby both your moms love you a lot remember that and you should know too your an adult and we won't stop you if you fall in love." "For now I'll pass last time it did not end well for me so I'm ok." Amelia remembering what her old mom did to her and how hurt it made her. "Sweetie if you want to date a girl we wont stop you either even if she is a big or a little. Now we will have to have a small talk about adult activity's but for now we can carry on. When we get back we will have that talk though young lady." Amelia can't help but blush at what Sarah had just said to her knowing what she meant. Jessica changes Amelia out of her morning diaper seeing it wet and messy again and makes quick work to get her clean. "Sweet you need to tell us when you are messy you are gonna get a diaper rash." Jessica worried about Amelia getting a bad rash. Jessica carry's Amelia to the living room patting her diaper butt the whole way and gently places her in the playpen making sure not to hit her casts on her legs. Sarah finally comes out of Amelia's room with enough diapers and clothes to last 2 weeks. "Sarah I thought you were only going to be there for a few days?"Jessica now really confused "Well just in case we do find some littles I want to have enough clothes. Better safe then sorry." "I understand that well enough, remember our honeymoon?" Ask's Jessica. "Fair point love." Amelia had been sitting in her playpen for a little while wondering when they were leaving and what they were doing before they left. She knew she had to go to the office and sit in a playpen but not sure what type. She knew that her playpen was made for big's so if she needed to she could get out quickly. Sarah walked over to Amelia and picked her up out of her playpen. "Ok you can bring your Switch but it needs to stay on the plane when we get to where we are going." "Ok mom when are we leaving I can't wait anymore." "Baby we are leaving right now. I will try not to baby you too much I know you are not ready but one day we will have to do more." "I know I'm just scared still a little bit." "Baby it's ok I will take it as slow as we need to for now but I do want to do more in the next few months." Sarah carry's Amelia out to her truck and load her in her car seat that's when Amelia notices two more, then she see's two huge guys in the back looking pissed at each other. "EEP w-who a-are y-you?" "Well young lady I'm Bruce" "I'm Killer miss." Bruce answer's this time for both of them. "We are you're bodyguards for where we are going." Amelia now a little confused. "Where are we going anyways Sarah and Jessica haven't told me." At that point Sarah gets in the truck in the front seat and answers Amelia's question. "Baby we are going to your version of China, it's called Caylla." "So where do we live?" "We live in Sallas sweetie. It's on the west coast so the flight shouldn't be more then 12 hour's at best." Sarah starts the truck and drives to her office, the biggest building in all of Sallas at 180 floors it has sensors around it so if anyone gets to close they are taken care of by the buildings security systems. "Wow mom this is all yours?" Amelia is almost speechless at how huge the building is. "Yes baby my great great great grandfather built this company from the ground up and I have just made it bigger and better. To put it short sweetie I have made it worth 100 times more then what my dad made it worth." Sarah says happy to brag a bit. "Ok Sarah enough bragging lets go to your floor." Bruce says wanting to get going. "Ok ok I get it Bruce lets go." Sara pick's up Amelia and her diaper bag and takes her to the express elevator to her office. After about 1 minute they get to the top and Bruce and Killer wait outside her office. Sarah gently places Amelia in the little playpen she has and Amelia looks shocked. "Please tell me I don't have to use the restraints mommy." Amelia now really concerned. "Sweetie the only time you need to use them is if I have a meeting cause a lot of people look down on littles. Now if we get you brothers or sisters then I don't need to sound good?" "Yes mom it." A revealed Amelia answers. Sarah gets to work on what she needs to finish before her trip and next thing she knows it has been 3 hours and time to get to her private airport. "Sweetie you hungry?" asks Sarah. "Yes please mom can I have the really good milk again?" Sarah a little shocked at this cause Amelia seems to be really enjoying the breast milk she has been getting. Sarah knows she will need to tell Amelia what it is, but for now it can go cause how much she love's it. Sarah gives Amelia her bottle then picks her up and takes her back downstairs to the truck making sure to say bye to Jessica at her desk. "Ok Bruce, Killer lets get going. Are your men gonna meet us at the tarmac?" "Yes Ma'am." Answers Bruce. "Yes Ma'am." Answers Killer. Sarah strap's Amelia into her car seat and Bruce and Killer get in the back of the truck. "Ok everyone ready and does everyone know the plan?" Killer, Bruce and Amelia all answer at the same time. "Yes Ma'am." "Good then lets get going." Sarah drives to her airport where everyone is waiting outside the plane for her before getting in. Sarah then gets to the front of the stairs going into her company's plan "OK GENTLEMEN YOU ARE ALL WERE PICKED BECAUSE YOU HATE HOW LITTLES ARE TREATED IN CAYLLA. OUR GOAL IS TO ADOPT AS MANY AS WE CAN UNDERSTOOD? MY COMPANY AND THE GOVERNMENT WILL HELP PAY YOU TO TAKE CARE OF THEM SO IF YOU WANT ONE, TWO OR THREE GET THEM. THE GOVERNMENT WILL GIVE EVERYONE A LICENSE FOR EACH LITTLE YOU GET, SO DON'T BE SCARED THE PLANE CAN SEAT 1,000 AND ON THE WAY HOME WE WILL HAVE A ESCORT OF THE BEST PILOTS DALLAS HAS TO OFFER." Sarah calms down now a bit done with her yelling. "Our goal is to save them, now that is all gentlemen." Once she was done talking everyone loaded into the jet and her truck and convey into the back. Once everyone is seated they buckle up and take off for Caylla. 12 hours and 47 minutes later, they start to land. Once landed they unload everyone into their trucks and Bruce and Killer get in Sarah's Armored limited T-Rex 6x6 with body armor bullet proof windows and a deer grill all around it. "Ok Amelia sweetie time to get up we landed and everyone is waiting for us." "Huh? What time is it." "Well sweetie it's almost 1 PM here and you have been asleep for a while." Sarah picking Amelia up out of her car seat in the plane. "Remember sweetie to follow the plan. In case it goes south, and I'm almost expecting it too we have the Dallas military hiding off the coast about 50 mile's out waiting with back up and some new weapons I gave them free of charge to keep." "Wait wait wait wait mom you make weapons?" "Oh right I never told you. Oops mommy did a boo boo." Sarah forgetting she told Jessica she would tell Amelia. Oh at least she knows now. Sarah thinking to herself. "Mom what don't you make?" Amelia now confused by what her mom just said. "Well dear we make a lot of stuff enough that the military is in my back packet if I need them. Even our plane we came here on I helped make and approve. I'm smarter then I look sweetie." "I knew you were smart but wow." "Alright enough talking lets get you in your car seat." Once out of the plane Amelia see's the huge convey of trucks and counts at least 15 with her mom's. Sarah walks her to her truck and places her in her car seat then jumps in the front to drive. "Don't worry sweetie I know how to drive this better then anyone. also I want you to meet a friend of mine if that's ok with you?" Sarah ask's Amelia not wanting to scare her at all. "Sure who is it mom?" Amelia wondering if they are gonna get in the truck with them. "Ruthless you can come out of hiding now Amelia want's to meet you." "Hello Little Amelia, my name is Ruthless I'm the A.I in your mommy's truck and a good friend of her's I hope to be your friend too." "WAIT WHAT THE TRUCK CAN TALK?" Shocked Amelia has her mouth open as far as it can go. "Yeah sweetie didn't you think it was a bit weird how we always made good time? That was cause of Ruthless here she is a better driver then I am." "Aww thank you Ma'am how nice to say about me." Ruthless can't help but be happy knowing she has a new friend to protect. "Mom please say the plane is normal?" "Oh yeah Ruthless is a one of a kind even the U.S. want's her but I made them a deal to were they get a copy in 5 years." "Sarah can we get going the meeting is soon and we need to get there quick." says Bruce from his back seat. "Sorry Bruce just a bit of showing off. Ok lets go Ruthless." "Yes Ma'am." On Bruce's and Killer's word the convey starts up and leaves the airport heading to her meeting with one of the main dealers of little items she sells to in Caylla. It takes less then 20 minutes to get to the huge building and the convey goes around the back and parks. "Ok you ready Sarah? I'll grab Amelia and Killer will help you inside." Say's Bruce. "Yep lets go." Sarah ready for this like she has the last week. Bruce grab's Amelia and Killer escorts Sarah inside with Bruce and Amelia right behind them. "Ok Bruce, Killer we are going to floor 70 make sure the bodyguard's are ready just in case. I really hate dealing with Caylla but they have the most slave littles of anywhere else in the world." Sarah says with disgust in her voice. Sarah walks to the elevator and her Bruce and Killer get in and head to the 70th floor while the other part of her team a group of 24 men and women take the other elevator's up to 70. When they get to floor 70 her body guards are already there. "Ok follow the plan, I'm trading some stuff for a list of 2,000 littles with up to 1000 we can take, the rest of the payment will be item's from us. So stay cool and lets get this done." Sarah and her team walk through the big doors in front of her to meet a group of 5 old men dressed like rich snobs. "Gentlemen what a lovely day it is are we ready?" ask's Sarah. "Cut to the chase we know what you want and what we want lets make a deal already we have the littles in holding cells below the main building do you have what we asked for?" Says the CEO of the slave trader littles group. "Well I got the ship off the coast loaded with everything you gentlemen want the world's thickest diapers, restraints, devices to make littles talk like baby's but let them keep their teeth and the rest of the disgusting stuff you men what. Will that work?" Answers Sarah. "Yes just fine here's the list you can take 1,000 of them the rest we keep unless you want to up the trade." Says a grumpy old man. "How about I add 1 billion and you give them to the Dallas Military? Do we have a deal." ask's a pissed off Sarah. "Fine deal you have 1 hour to send the money." The CEO says. "And all of them still have their minds right?" ask's a really pissed off Sarah. "Yes we are nice enough to do that request." Says the CEO. "Ok lead the way downstairs." Demands Sarah. "Mommy up up." Says Amelia wanting to stay close to her mom and away from the creepy old guy. Amelia whispers in Sarah's ear. "Sarah I you know I love you but, we need to do something about him." "Sweetie I plan on it." Sarah looked at both Bruce and Killer trying to think who she would ask. As they finally got to the basement of the building the door for them opened and they steped out followed by the elevator with the rest of her bodyguards. "Killer if the CEO move's from that wall. Kill him." Sarah said with a emotionless expression on her face. "YOU BITCH WE HAD A DEAL YOU CAN'T DO THIS." The now pissed off and angry CEO said. "I can't? Well honey I just did I'm taking all of them and getting rid of you." Sarah now seeing red wanting to kill him herself but knowing Amelia might see it and could look at her differently. Sarah Hands Killer a note with 2 words on it. "Kill Him" Sarah walks away and down the hallway to the room she is hoping has life. Once they are over 100 yards away a loud bang is heard and Sarah knows the deed is done and that she owes Killer a bonus. Sarah walks to the door now in front of her and opens it and the first thing she hears is crying from floor to ceiling. "My God they are all in cage's like dogs. Bruce when we leave tell Sallas's Ship's to bomb this blow this place into the ground. Tell them I will deal with the fallout." Sarah know's this has been her plan for years but Amelia had made her realize she needed to do it sooner to save lives. The crying was hard to hear over but Sarah had an idea. she looked for the switch to the over head lights and turned them on and the lower ones off. The moment she did that the crying stopped and now she had to find out some answer. "LISTEN TO ME UNDERSTAND?" The 2,000 littles all got scared by her voice thinking she will do bad things to them. "Ok who are the most hurt, can't move, can't talk well, who?" A bigger little point to a few cage's in the corner, there are 5 total and each cage is almost smaller then the little it holds. Sarah is more heart broken at this sight then anything and know's what shes doing is the right thing. "Bruce get some of your men to get the 5 little's in the corner they are all going in my truck for now get the rest into the semi's like we planned and get them to the plan and out of the cage's if you can, use the disable-rs on any collars or trackers then lets get out." "Sarah please make sure they all live. This is sad and what I was scared would happen to me when I woke up. Please save them mommy." Amelia crying into Sarah now not being able to hold back the tears any longer. "Shhh it's ok baby we will and I'll make sure everyone goes to good homes if they need more help and can't or don't want to be on their own. Mommy will take care of it all just don't worry anymore." Sarah knows it may be 18 years too late to tell her brother the day he left but she didn't know if she could ever love a littles. If her brother saw her he would be shocked. "Ok m-m-m-mommy. Once we get to the truck's can we change them and find out their names or do we need to wait tell we are at the plane?" Amelia worried about them getting a rash and hurting more. "The plane will be the safest." Sarah answered to try and calm Amelia. It took almost a hour to load every little up as fast as everyone could but they did it 2,000 littles in 4 semi trucks with AC for the 20 minute ride to the airport. "Ok Bruce, Killer lets get out of here we need to go before the rest of the old bastard's up top know what we did." Sarah now worried herself they may have taken too long. "Yes Ma'am understood." Bruce answers knowing now will be the hardest part of his life. He wonders if he can ask for a bonus after this. As Sarah caring Amelia and Bruce and Killer watching her back walk out the loading dock a bullet goes right past Amelia's head barely missing her. "SHIT RUN." Yells Bruce as he fires back hitting the guard dead a single shot to the head. More gun fire erupts from the rest of the guards and the police showing up to the call from the other Board Members. "RUTHLESS ACTIVATE PROTOCOL 1." Sarah screams as she runs at her truck. "Um Ma'am are you sure? Protocol 1 is a bit extreme." Sarah through the rage she is feeling knows there is no going back now and no longer cares as she gets Amelia bucked into the back seat and Bruce gets in the passenger seat. "Yes Ma'am activating protocol 1. Remember Sarah there is no going back from this." Says Ruthless knowing this could change Sarah forever." "Bruce tell your men and Killer's men to not drive and let Ruthless takeover." Sarah says hoping he listens. "What the hell do you mean?!?! THEY NEED TO DRIVE SARAH." A now pissed off Bruce says to Sarah. "No Bruce Ruthless is taking control of the trucks. Protocol 1 gives her command of everything. Trucks, plane's, even the weapons in all the trucks." Sarah says with a ashamed look on her face "WHAT?!? Sense when did these things have weapons? I though the allied nations said no?" "They said to do so in secret and only use it in life and death. Fairly sure this meets life and dead Bruce. "Ma'am I'm taking over now." "Do it Ruth" Get us out." Ruthless activates Protocol 1 and all the trucks weapon systems come online. Rail guns anti missile defense systems and micro rockets all arm and start to fire as the trucks move out to the airport. The convey moves the the road at top speed as the Sallas Air force in the background bombs the building wiping it off the planet. Sarah knows it will take at least 3 hours before Caylla can get help from a near by none-Alliance member. "Ruthless how many rounds in the rail-gun?" Sarah asks as Bruce looks like a ghost next to her. "117 Ma'am in our truck alone 2391 left total in all trucks" "Good use them all if you have too and don't stop." "Yes Ma'am." Ruthless answers before noticing a problem. "Ma'am it seems they are setting up road blocks and that the Military is also on its way. This may get ugly Ma'am." Ruthless now worried about Sarah and how she will be mentally after this. The 6 littles in the back now are scared at all the noise and what's going on. Amelia has other ideas though right now her biggest one is how they can escape and what happens if they don't and if she can find a way to run with her legs in casts. "Ma'am forgive me for this." Ruthless opens a small side compartment next to Bruce and she hope's he knows what to do with it. Bruce pick's it up and reads the side Ambien liquid. "Sorry Sarah forgive me too." Bruce says. "What the hell are you two talking about? OUCH WHAT?" Sarah sees Bruce has stabbed her with a needle and see's what it says before she is asleep. "Ok Ruthless lets get this done, Sarah doesn't need to see what happens now I don't think she could live with herself." "I agree Bruce get ready we are plowing through the road blocks." Ruthless hits the first road block while firing off the rail-gun's killing 7 in a matter of seconds. When they get to the next road block Ruthless notice's SWAT trucks and fires the micro rockets on truck 1, blowing up the SWAT trucks and killing almost everyone trying to stop her. The unlucky ones who live missing arms and legs screaming into the day light. "Umm Ruth is that a tank?" Bruce barely finishes before she fires her rail-gun full power and the tank flips in the air flying into a near by building. "The Military has showed up Sir Bruce. Tell your people to buckle in tight I'm doing this without any of your men or Killer's men dying for Sarah." "Killer is still safe in the truck behind us right?" Ask's Bruce now worried about his rival knowing they never signed up for this. "Hes fine I'm talking to him too." Ruth answers when a call comes over his ear piece. "SIR THEY ARE ATTACKING THE PLANE ANTI AIR DEFENSES ARE HOLDING BUT THERE ARE TOO MANY." Says Bruce's right hand John. "SHIT RUTH STEP ON IT." Bruce now scared they could get stuck here. "Yes Sir. Do you want me to release all safety's?" "Umm sure? what's that mean?" Bruce is confused now as they blow past another blockade. "Everything that stop's us dies Sir." "WAIT WHAT? WHY?" "We need to hurry and we are 5 minutes out from the airport Sir if I don't do this we may not make it in time." "Fine just do it I can't have any of my men or Killer's die today." Ruthless puts the pedal to the metal and blasts tanks cop car's and even buildings out of the way to get to the airport as fast as she can. She knows she will have to delete some of the battle and fire history later so Sarah don't cry but its worth it to protect her. "Almost there Sir. I will inform the Sallas Navy and Air Force to give us back up. Ruthless sends a single line. Barrage the airport in 7 minutes. Mean while aboard the Sallas Navy Flagship The Daedalus. An Aircraft Battleship class with a aircraft deck and a Set of 3 by 20, 300 inch gun's, armed with weapons from Sarah's RnD. "Um Admiral, Sarah's truck Ruthless sent us a message?" says the first mate "What? where is Sarah? Well girl spit it out what does it say?" Says Admiral Steven Caldwell. "Well Sir umm it says. Barrage the airport in 7 minutes." "I'm guessing that's Ruth's orders and not Sarah's." "It would seem so Sir." "Tell the rest of the fleet to Open fire on my command. And make sure our planes hit to." "Yes sir." "One last thing make sure Sarah get's out alive. Without her our Military power would not be enough to scare the none-Alliance island's and country's." Admiral Steven Caldwell, now worried and hopes that Sarah is Ok. He meet her once and she seemed like a honest nice person he hopes she can make it out alive. "Yes sir" Back on Caylla. "RUTH HOW MUCH LONGER?" Bruce screams seeing the large Army at the airport trying to destroy the plane. "I'm going to EMP the enemy then we get in the plane and take off we have 4 minutes tell your men to get inside and stop defending, I'll drive us up the back." Ruth knowing time is short and hoping they can make it in time. Ruthless drives into the Army of troops and sets off the EMP's on each truck stopping the tanks and APC's from firing. She turns the convey and has them line up and drive as fast as they can into the back of the plane. Before Ruth takes control of the plane and starts it up. "Bruce tell your men and Killer's to get ready." Bruce grabs his ear piece from his shoulder and puts in back in his ear and holds his wrist up to talk into his mic. "BUCKLE UP WE ARE TAKING OFF." Ruthless gets the engine up to take off speed and starts the Jumbo jet down the runway. Shes almost ready to take off when a loud explosion is heard behind the plane. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" Bruce ask's now scared that they hit the plane. "That Bruce was the Sallas Navy and air force wiping out most of Caylla's army." Says Ruthless wishing she could smirk. "Oh god my head what the hell did you do Bruce?" Sarah walking up and looking in the back to see 6 littles scared but ok. She's happy on the inside because they couldn't see anything from the back. "Wellll Sarah ruthless gave me some stuff to knock you out while she had me disable safety protocols." Says Bruce knowing its Ruthless ass and not his. "YOU DID WHAT? WHY DID YOU DISABLE THEM?" At this point Ruthless speaks up. "Sorry Ma'am I had no choice we were not going to make it if I didn't" "Ruthless still how many people did you kill? What's the point of a Safety if you turn it off?" "Well Ma'am you living is my main goal. I'm not going to let my friend and her child die cause I could have done more. And Ma'am total Enemy's dead is just under 3,500 troops. I'm sorry" Ruthless knows she messed up but at least the plane is in the air. She no longer care's what happens to her just that Sarah and Amelia are safe. "Ruthless we will have a talk. and How did you take out that many it shouldn't be possible." Sarah wondering what Ruthless did knowing she will have to punish her some how. "I had the Navy and the Air force barrage the airport Ma'am." "YOU WHAT? AND THEY DID IT? WHY?!?!?!" Sarah shocked knowing that the Navy had only told her they would help transport littles if needed. "Well Ma'am without you Sallas wouldn't be as strong as they are and with your power as a CEO as powerful as you they can't risk you dying is my guess." Sarah Sighs heavy."I'll ask them later but for now we got 6 little's who need changed and 1,995 more who need changed. Bruce have your men and Killer's get to work changing them please. I'll take care of the 5 back here." "Um about that Sarah think I could take the 2 you don't take?" "Sure I guess? How did you know I was going to take 3." Sarah wonders now what else Bruce knows. "Sarah I've known you for years it didn't take a lot to guess." Before Sarah starts she wants to know the 5 other littles names. "Please don't hurt us Miss I'll tell you everyone's names" Says a short little girl who could not be taller then Amelia. "I'm Lily. Thats Grace next to me and Jamie next to her. The 2 behind me and Zak and Hazel." "Hello, my name is Sarah and this little next to me is Amelia and that man is Bruce. We saved you so you could have a happy life. Hows that sound?" Sarah saying with a Smile. "Hello, I'm Bruce and I'm more scary then I look, how about I adopt Zak and Hazel?" "Ok and I'll adopt Lily, Grace and Jamie. But first thing first they really need a change and we need to get there plastic pants off some how; Got any bolt cutters?" "I got something better Sarah I got a lock pick kit should only take me a minute per a little." "Good get start and I'll make sure to change em as you finish." Burce get's Lily's diaper off first and is horrified at her bad rash. "OH MY GOD! Lily how bad does this hurt dear?" "Honestly Miss Sarah I'm use to it we all are, sure it burns but nothing we could do." Sarah grabs her tube's of rash cream and starts to put it on Lily, coating her in it, hoping it will heal soon. Sarah makes a note if they all have rash's like this shes going to take them all to the doctor and hope they can help some way to make it heal better. Sarah finishes changing Lily and then quickly in the same manner changes Grace and Jamie. Sarah then takes Amelia and Lilly and has Grace and Jamie follow behind her up to the seat's she has ready for them all hoping the rest of the bodyguard's don't have their hands too full dealing with that many littles. "Um mom does this mean I have 2 sisters and a brother now?" Amelia is now worried that she wont get as much love and care as she did before now that mom has 3 new littles to watch over. "Baby nothing will change you will still be my daughter no matter what and they will be a bit more little then you are ok?" Sarah says trying to calm Amelia down a bit hoping she understands well enough. "You said your name was Sarah right? Does this mean you are our new mom now?" Ask's a worried Grace hoping Sarah is not like her last big mom. She was abusive and beat her when her own daughter got bad grades or did something wrong. Now shes free of that she hopes. "Sarah do you think there is any way you can fix my leg's and the rest of my mouth?" Lily hopes she can walk again but she knows she wont be able too after having her leg's cut in more then one spot then having all but 8 teeth pulled cause the big's who had her wanted a infant who did nothing but tummy time. Lucky from the sounds of it from what she heard they were heading to Sallas, a Alliance home country and part of the U.S. that makes up a large number of country's and islands. Mean while Jamie was worried and hoped that Sarah was not like his big's who used him to help toilet train their boy then kept him as a puppy for their son to play with. Being forced to sleep outside in a dog house with a plug tail stuck in him a collar and a mask to make him look like a dog and mark like one for months before he was kidnapped by the little traders as he called them. He was hoping to have a new life and not be someones pet now. Sarah calls for Bruce and Killer and they both run to her as fast as they can not wanting to be on her bad side after today. "Here's how it's going to work. I will give each person who adopts a little 2 million per a little+ government help. Next thing if they need it I will buy them a bigger home and give them anything they need for each little. The last thing is there enough seats on the plane for everyone?" Sarah ask's hoping there is cause the landing in 11 hours might be rough. Bruce is the first to answer. "Well from what I can gather all the littles will be adopted a few people are even adopting 10 and plan on having them be most independent." "We guess about 500 littles were regressed but we think most of it can be undone the rest are fine with a few minor problems here and there with all of them." "As for room we are booked full it seems some of the better littles are sitting on people's laps." "This time Killer answers and hope this is what Sarah is going to be happy about. "Also we suffered no losses but we do have about 30 of the 200 bodyguards." "We are counting that as a win. We think with our math we killed over 10,000 people and caused a few billion in damages." "The navy says it will follow behind us and make sure we are safe and give us a escort home." "They also said not to worry Caylla will not be able to do anything ever, even with help we took out a lot of jets and tanks." "The navy said we will get a escort of 10 fighter jets 20 super sonic jets and be followed by a radar plane." Bruce finally done and out of breath even taking breaks. Now Sarah is confused by all of this. "Why are they giving us a escort home?" Bruce answers this time. "They said they owe you for the new hardware, they said it worked better then you said it would." "Well at least they love me now." Sarah can't help but laugh a bit. While Sarah, Bruce and Killer have been talking so have the littles. Lily ask's Amelia the best she can a few questions. "So sense Sarah is going to be our new mom I guess what is she like? Also will she try to fix us back to what we were I cant do much Jamie can't run or do much with his hands, and Grace has really bad nightmares and wets and messes more then anyone I have ever seen." At that comment both Jamie and Grace blush bright red. "Ok you 4 need to get some sleep it will be a long fight and when we get home I will have been up for over 30 hours and I am going to bed once we get home Jessica and Mandy will take care of the 4 of you. Amelia Jessica has a suprise for you." At that note all 4 of the littles try to get some sleep tired from today's event's.

My name is Ben Brown, yeah I know not very imaginative! If you really want to know I am Benjamin David Brown III. I am an Investigator for Fairfield County Sheriffs Office. In the great State of Arizona! It had been so damn long since I had a vacation I was getting to the point of having a psychotic episode. That means basically I was getting to the point if I ran into another dumbass stupid person I would probably shoot them myself, basically become Judge Jury and Executioner, in my book "To stupid to live" should be grounds fo execution! Most people think they are being so smart when they kill somebody else. They think that "I'm not going to get caught! I am sooo much smarter than everybody else!" They always leave something incriminating behind. One guy that killed his grandmother for his inheritance was in such an all fired hurry to get away he left his bumper behind tore it off his car. It still had his License Plate attached he had gotten maybe 5 miles before he was pulled over by an alert Deputy. His alibi was he was supposed to be miles away about 200. He was sited for a vehicle with no plates. He started to come back and his grandma had been discovered deceased and he was getting there the same time as our Deputies were arriving. One of the Deputies was one of the the ones that had written his ticket. He was also the one I let take him to jail. I so wanted to put a bullit through his head, dumbass! I guess the only thing keeping me from doing that was I have a little way to relieve the stress in my life. When I get home I change out of my suit that I wear and put some other things on. I have diapers, a onesie and baby bottles with huge nipples and an adult pacifier. I play baby. It keeps me somewhat sane I haven't shot anyone yet but those urges are still there. Sometimes I have wore adult pullups to work. I have my onesie on underneath my suit and over my pullup and my pacifier is in my pocket. I have prayed that I don't get shot or in some kind of accident, I think I would rather bleed to death than be discovered wearing those. I was lucky one time we got called out for an investigation and some guy hit my car. Tboned me I got bruised ribs and my shoulder was bruised from when the seatbelt kept me safe but broke my collar bone The guy had ran a red light. Dumbass! At least that day I was in my boxers, I had actually thought about being diapered that morning. How did I get interested in diapers you ask? Well let's just say I wore them at night until I was almost 16 years old then every so often after that if I had wet my bed I was put back in them until 4 Days had passed that I stayed dry. I discovered my budding sexuality in diapers. Like most 12 and 13 year olds I discovered masturbation, in diapers. I started dreaming of girls that were diapered and wet their beds like me. One girl I never knew who she was, she was a girl I dreamed about. Problem was I didn't even know who the hell she was but I loved her. She was the girl of my bedwetting dreams her name was Jillian just a name I gave her I guess. After I graduated high school where I lettered in Football, Wrestling, Baseball, Track and Field. I received a Scholorship to play Football at Fairfield University. Now this was not ASU, or U of A. This was a smaller 4 year University in the State of Arizona. After graduation where I majored in Criminal Justice. I decided to become a Deputy for Fairfield County. I became a Road Deputy I was out catching the speeders and shoplifters, drunk drivers. I did that for 8 years then I tested for Detective I didn't think that I had a snowballs chance in hell. All the people who tested were all long time Officer and born in this county I was an outsider. Low and behold I passed seems the guys that I was going up against were dumber than a box of rocks. I was told it wasn't even close! Then one night about 4 years ago I was asleep and when I awoke I had wet my bed. I hadn't had any alcohol, I had no dream of swimming or getting up to go pee or anything like that, and the fact I had slept through it concerned me. I went and bought some Attends or Depends one of those. I had decided to treat myself like my mother had and wear diapers for 4 days after a bedwetting episode just to make sure it wasn't a relapse. I made it three nights the night was supposed to be my last night. I will be damned if I didn't piss my bed, starting 4 more days! Was I having problems I am 30 years old a little old to be wetting my bed still. I looked up adult bedwetting on line. Holy Hell! I found out I wasn't alone. Plus I found thousands of picture of beautiful women wearing and wetting diapers. These were some of the dreams I had as a kid of 13 or 14 years old. I also saw that they were wearing diapers that put the Attends or Depends that I wore to shame. I was very surprised there were loads of them as well I ordered a case of M-4's if I woke up dry I wet them and then got up I found I liked wetting my bed again. Then I saw ladies acting like babies, how did that work I Investigated that and I got me a few onesies and baby bottles with adult sized nipples, I even got me a pacifier. Now I had to do this on my own I had no mommy to care for me. I couldn't see myself telling my mom this I'm sure she would of took my weapon and shot me! "To stupid to live!" I met a few others like me in the county. They told me about a hotel that catered to people like us it was called Sunshine Acres. It was way on the very outskirts of our county well that wasn't the end of the county but it was in the foothills of the Fairfield Mountains. I had seen the building, I had no idea what went on there but I had patrolled out around there a few times in my days. There had been an older lady that had been killed when she hit an Elk out there just about a year and a half ago. She lived there. This was no foul play the lady was doing about 35 and the elk ran right in front of her. The elk was killed it went through the windshield and landed on the driver and the weight of the elk suffocated her she couldn't breath she had been the owner of Sunny Acres. He didn't know who owned it now but from what I understood she was like me and liked playing baby. That's where I was headed for my long awaited vacation. I was wearing a thick diaper and a onesie over that and regular clothes over that. I had my pacifier in my mouth just sucking away. If I encountered anybody in another car it was placed on the seat beside me. I had to pee something fierce I was diapered and I let it flow. I pulled into the front gate of Sunshine Acres there was a wooden banner that proclaimed that. I got to the front and a girl of about 12 came out. "Can I help you?" "Yeah you can, I'm Ben Brown your guest for the next two weeks." The girl smiled exhibiting a mouth of braces. "Mr, Brown we've been expecting you! Moms up cooking supper. Come on in!" I entered the door and there was a lady that has kneading dough. "Mom Mr. Brown is here!" "Mr. Brown, good to...." When she turned I realized I had known this woman almost my whole life, though I had never met her, she was the girl that I had dreamed about all those years ago when I was a bedwetrer. The girl of my dreams. "You?" We both said together!

Chapter I I’ve never had the best relationship with my mom. Don’t get me wrong, it is not as bad as most, but enough for us to argue daily. It doesn’t help the fact that we both have very different personalities. Me with enough ambition for the both of us, and her, a little bit tough as many single mothers, but truly kind. So, how did it end up like this? With my mom sleeping in a cot next to me, fully diapered, and probably soaked. Well, let’s start with the beginning. My name is Alejandra, I’m high school senior, and will probably graduate as valedictorian in my class. My mother, on the other hand, is an english teacher, quite a good one, very loved by her students. Father had left long before I can remember, so since the beginning it was only the two of us. This part of our lives started six months ago. In a cold January night. My mom came back from work, smelling like cigarettes and wine. Not a surprise, but she had been told to stop because of her condition. You see, she suffers from stress and anxiety. Her therapist have told her to avoid substances like alcohol or tobacco. “Mom, are you drinking again?” I said emphatically. “It was just a bit. Mikaella invited us to movie and a couple of drinks at her place. I was not going to go, but with everything that’s been going on I needed to relax” said my mom, trying with all of her to stay on foot. “You can do yoga with me if you need to relax. Read a book somewhere around a forest. Maybe take the weekend off. No drinking, you know what it does to you” “Hun. I love you, but stop acting as if my condition gives you some sort of power over me. I’m the mother, let me worry about us” I did not answer this time, just nodded. I knew better than to try to argue with an alcoholic with victim mentality. No, she was the mother not me, and if she wanted to drink herself to an early death, well, who was I to stop her? But that was the start. The rest of the night passed without any incidents. Mom kept drinking in her room, I kept studying in mine. It wasn’t until the next morning when I noticed something odd, it was Saturday, no school, but still mom woke up at 5. She left her room tip-toeing with her sheets on hand. I pretended not to notice anything. “Good morning mom. Are you okay?” I asked after some minutes. “Yes honey. Just decided to get on with the weekend washing. Why are you awake so early?” “It’s 5 a.m mom, I’m always up at 5. You, not so much. Are you sure you are okay?” “Ale, please, is too early in the morning for this and my head is bursting. I’m going back to my room and try to sleep a bit more” She was about to leave, but I was not going to let her go that easy. Not today. “Mom” She turned back. “Did you had… an accident?” “W-What? Are you insane?” she asked indignant. “Mom. Did you peed your bed?” I repeated calmly. “I’m not going...” she paused “I’m going back to bed. Okay?” “Okay. Just let me know if you need help” I had enough. Mom wanted to act like a kid, she was to be treated like one. Although, to get to that point I was going to need more than just an accident. I was going to need her to willingly accept her fate. Don’t get me wrong, I know my way around psychology and kinks. I’m seventeen, not seven. And sure, there are better ways to deal with this, but the thought of my mom as a baby was stuck in my head by now. Mom had seal her fate, and I had a lot of work ahead to make that come true. Now, you can read the next chapter after I change the baby’s diaper. She has just woke up and if I leave her alone after a nap she gets really grumpy all day.

Long time lurker, first time storyteller. No need to be kind, put please be relevant in any comments. I have been writing, or at least attempting to write a story for this forum for quite some time. I am not finished with any of the projects I have started and this one is no exception. The only difference here, is it is my attempt to be brief and direct with short mapped out sections. I had mapped out the entire story. This is my revisiting it for publishing after a 6 month hiatus from writing, thinking or even looking at it. I have more than a dozen started attempts for various stories. Since I mapped out this story in advance, I think I can get this one finished. That is, if I get make the time to write in the near future. PS I am not great at naming things. Y Woty is an acronym for Youth Wasted on the young ….and now without further ado 1. Jason Gold had been sneaking around his mother’s office. Poking around her closet, when his mother ran into her home office to answer her ringing phone. He wasn’t quick enough to escape the room before his mother picked up her secure line on her desk, only hiding himself behind the closet door. Peering through the key hole of the closet door, he listened to his mother’s private conversation. Unknown to Jason, across the room, listening at the door to the office was Stacey, the 19 year old orphaned girl of some college friends of his mother. Stacey had come to live with them years ago and basically grew up in their home. Stacey had been walking by and heard something interesting from her guardian’s words and stopped to hear more. “Yes this could be the breakthrough we have been looking for it could help people to change their very appearance and attributes. They just need to plug in and modify brain activity that has or will develop” Jason’s mom, Meghan said, as she fired up her machine and tapped the headset in front of her. “…….yes the interface is coming along and is rather easy to use.” Meghan listened for a while to the person on the other end of the call before making some rather detailed notes which she locked into one of her desk drawers before leaving her office. Jason sat there for a moment stunned at what he had just heard. Change appearance and personal attributes. That’s what she said. He just sat in the closet and thought about this. His small stature was a source of embarrassment and shame. If he weren’t careful he would often be taken for a little boy, not the 23 year old man. 3’10” was not the size of real man, if he could get his hands on that machine, maybe he could grow just a little more, maybe just to just 5’ and be taken seriously. His devious mind started to work overtime. Stacey quickly moved out of the way as she heard her Aunt Meg ending her call and hid. No way she wanted to be found out to have been listening to a private call. But Stacey’s mind was at work, thinking through the amazing possibility of changing her personal attributes. 19 and she was flat as a board. At 6’ tall she would look like goddess if she only had … Stacey’s mind drifted to thinking of herself as a centerfold model with natural perfect breasts. Adored by guys everywhere. The temptation was too much to resist. She had noticed Aunt Meg neglected to shut down the machine before leaving her office. She knew her Aunt was off to a meeting for the next few hours. Figuring to wait till she was sure the coast was clear, she would creep back into the office and try to figure out how to change her life. Sitting in the closet Jason heard his mother leave the house. Feeling it was safe to leave the closet, he creeped out and made a great discovery. Mom left her office without shutting down her machinery. Over the next few hours, Jason and Stacey each took the opportunity to explore and see what changes they might effect upon themselves. 2. The next morning when Meghan entered her office she was horrified to see she had not shut down her machine and worst of all someone had used it. “Don’t lie to me Jason.” “I swear mom, I didn’t touch anything.” But he was lying. It was his go to response. Putting on his innocent little guy act, lied his ass off. Meghan wanted to believe that even Jason wasn’t foolish enough to lie when the consequences of doing so were so dangerously high. “You realize this is serious don’t you?” “Of course I do.” But, Jason, ready to finish his college senior project on early childhood development, was embarrassed to be only the size of a 5 year old. By the time his mother found out he would already be taller. While lying to his mother, all he could think about was his new life that was about to begin. He desperately wanted to avoid going through the rest of his life looking like a child. He found something that would let him grow was too much to resist. In his haste to fix himself, he quickly went through the development pages, skipping thing he viewed as not important to growth, he had not realizing what he avoided included normal growth and development markers. Meghan accepted Jason’s word, she knew she had two relatively irresponsible people under her roof, knew her machine had been used and knew that if anyone had any idea of what she had been working on, they likely couldn’t resist. Figuring if it wasn’t Jason….. Stacey!…… Stacey! 3. “Don’t lie to me Stacey” “I,….. well,….. all right I played around with it.” “What did you do?” “I heard you on the phone and” “Oh no! what did you think you could do?” a paniced Meghan asked. “Well, I kind of wanted to be, to have, to, to… to try to get a sexier body, you know bigger breasts….” “You need to show me what you did. Meghan called up a file that was clearly the file Stacey had played around with.” “Sit right there young lady.” Meghan was on the phone for the better part of an hour and worked feverishly fixing something in the machines software. Finally, Stacey was summoned over and told to sit and for the second time subjected to the machines effects.” “We did the best we could. You need to understand, there is only so much that can be done at this point.” Meghan told Stacey. As Stacey looked over to Meghan’s worried expression, Stacey herself got scared. “It’s been too long to cancel the changes you made. Fortunately you didn’t do too many thing wrong. Unfortunately, there is no telling how long the effects will last and exactly what will happen.” “What!” “Stacey this hasn’t been tested on people yet. It should work, but, the changes you made, are likely localized to just a few physical features. Some of these will have to just play out over time.” Stacey started to tear up. Her Aunt Meg’s tone made her think she could have really messed up. However, she still secdretly thought maybe she might still get a nice rack. “It’s been 16 hours and some changes have already been coded in your body. We have done some things that should arrest further changes, but it will take time for what had been done to play out. You are just lucky we caught this early enough or the changes might have been more permanent. Jason was listening to the exchange between his mother and Stacey. He started to worry, but was happy that he was going to keep his changes. The risk to him was worth the reward. If all went according to plan, he would get to stay tall. Suddenly, he heard something he couldn’t believe. A sudden shriek from Stacey caused Jason to peer into his mother’s office he got the rear view so to speak of Stacey, across his mother’s lap, her sun dress up her panties down and her ass about to be spanked. This week keeps getting better and better, Jason was almost giddy as he pulled out his mobile and started recording. Four years his junior, Stacey had always been horrible, often belittling him and going out of her way to embarrass him and now she was being punish and he dodged the bullets. The satisfied smirk could not be contained as he watched and awaited the first blow. His heart was thumping with anticipation, it felt good that mom was going to punish her for being a bad girl. No sooner had that thought flashed through his head, Jason felt like he was a small child gleefully seeing his rival spanked. Immediately after that thought flashed through his head, he was embarrassed by his juvenile reaction. “No! please, No!” Stacey cried out as she struggled to escape her exposed position. But Stacey was comfortably handled by Meghan Gold. “This will remind you not to behalf like a child.” Meghan chastised her ward. “No don’t…. Stacey started to beg, but was cut off as the first blow landed squarely on her tight pale buttox. Meghan was not disposed to stop. This brat needed a clear reminder that her actions were well beyond acceptable. It only took 5 blows for the poor girl to devolve into hysterical crying, completely indistinguishable for any other spanked child. Suddenly Jason noticed the spanking stop. At first he didn’t know why. He expected it to last a bit longer. Then he spied the reason “Stacey your disgusting.” I, I, could, couldn’t, I couldn’t Stacey called out as she slowly regained a bit of composure. You peed on me! A bit more collected Stacey continued. I couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help it, is my little girl having potty trouble? a condescending Meghan talk down to her distressed ward. Do you need Auntie Meg to change you? Stop that. Watch your mouth little girl or we can repeat this discipline. Now go clean up. Jason had never seen such a thing before. After a couple of minutes of vicious spanks Stacey was reduced to a blubbing mess, as she stood in front of his mother, she hadn’t even pulled up her wet panties. Though 6’ tall, the tears falling as she whimpered, she still looked like a little girl who had just been disciplined. Mom promised further punishment.

An idea I've had for a while from reading too many Anime Light novels. Prologue. A howl was heard in the distance as a demon was cut down dead. Emily held her hand up in the air waiting for her sword to come back to her after cutting off the demon’s head. “Well that’s number 200 today so far. They said it was a group of over 500 demons, but I don’t see anymore. I wonder if they got the intel wrong again like last time, they said over 2,000 I came out here and found barely 700.” Emily doesn’t get to think much longer before she spots her sword floating to her. She grabs her sword out of the air and puts it on her back and starts to walk around. It had been 50 years sense the war started and Demons started coming to their world and mana was first found to exist. Countless have died fighting the demons but the demons keep coming. People soon lost hope until 16 years ago when a child was born that had a huge pool of mana more than any other person. She was quickly taken away by the military to be trained at a young age to learn to fight the demons. That all had been years ago for Emily, her 16th birthday was coming up and here she was out hunting demons. She hated to be stuck hunting but what can she do, she was the Rank 1 Demon hunter in what was left of the US and the world. “God what’s taking so damn long? I sent all 9 of you guys out where are the other 8?” Emily ask’s her sword she’s holding. “Sorry Emily it seems they had bigger targets then I did.” “We still got time if needed I can go help them.” For Emily just having a huge mana pool and being gifted with all types of magic was not her only ability she had made each one of the weapons she used and gave them souls to help her fight demons. They were her best friends and only people she could talk too when she was alone. Emily had spent weeks making each one of her weapons by infusing her mana and a soul into the blade then enchanting them. When she was done, she had living weapons she could control and have help her in any tight spot. She had given each of her weapons a name that she felt fit them well and they loved the names she gave them. If you were to look at her weapons you would be shocked at how heavy they were and how a such a young girl could control them. “Drake what rank was the one you killed?” “It was a Rank B Tank class.” “Really? Well great that’s the 5th one this month we might have a problem. Any idea what the other 8 are killing?” “Speaking of that Amanda needs some help she says hers is a Rank S Assaulter.” “Shit really? Well let’s go.” One thing about Emily’s weapons she loved is they could talk to each other no matter where they were it helped make her job easier when she had to go hunting. Emily had taken off at speeds unheard of for someone running. She was easily running faster then any car could ever hope to. “How far tell we get to Amanda?” Emily asked. “She’s 2 miles ahead of us so get ready.” Emily grabbed Drake out of the air. Drake was Emily’s long sword and go to weapon for fighting Rank S and higher demons she had only hoped she got to Amanda in time. Emily came running out of the trees holding on to Drake as she spots the Rank S and Amanda’s spear head trying to stab it in the leg. “AMANDA BACK OFF.” Amanda swings Drake with all her might slicing the Demon in two and sending a shockwave flying cutting everything in its path. “Emily careful next time you used too much power again.” Drake said trying to calm Emily’s power down Drake knew what happened when Emily uses too much power and it was never good. Last time she did she hit a Rank SS tank and cut the mountains in half behind it. “I know I’m sorry Drake I was worried about Amanda. I know how easy you guys can break when I’m not near.” Emily didn’t want any one of her weapons to break like Drake did the first time. She cried for weeks as she tried to fix him. “Amanda are you ok?” Emily was concerned fighting a S rank assaulter is no easy thing even for rank 100 hunters yet alone magical weapons by themselves. “Yes, sorry Ma’am I should have called sooner.” “It’s ok, your safe and that’s what matters to me.” Emily hugged Amanda as tight as she could happy that she made it in time. “Drake Amanda what are the totals so far?” “Seems like once we are done, we only found maybe 300 demons that means 400 are still missing.” “Say Drake what is the closest village to us from here?” “I’d say maybe 20 miles away why do you ask?” Drake answers wondering what Emily is thinking. “What weapon is closest to the village?” Emily was starting to worry. “Elizabeth it looks like why?” “How close is she?” “She’s 4 miles outside of the village.” Emily’s worst fears are coming true she was not told that a Village may be a target. “SHIT GET EVERYONE TO FOLLOW ME NOW!” “What’s wrong?” Drake had just gotten the words out when Emily was off in a flash. It dawned on him what she had asked, and he knew they were in deep. Emily was running full speed as fast as she could hoping to get to the village in time. “Ma’am all your weapons are following you now.” Drake said with pride knowing it’s not often they all fight at once. Emily could see the smoke coming from the village in the distance and dreaded that her hunch was correct. “EVERYONE ATTACK ANY DEMONS LEAVE NONE ALIVE!” Emily screamed. “YES MA’AM” All 9 of her weapons answered at once. Emily Jumped into the air looking down she could see the village and the bad state it was in. She knew she had little time to act. Emily lunched spell after spell hitting all her targets as her weapons flew around killing everything in sight. ‘There is no damn way this is 400 demons there are way too many.’ Emily thought. “Ma’am!” A call from Asher was heard in her head. “We have a RANK SSS Overlord here!” Now Emily knew why there were so many demons, the damn Overlord was summoning them. “EVERYONE PROTECT THE VILLAGE I’LL TAKE THE RANK SSS.” Emily jumped from building to building as fast as she could to get to where Asher had seen the Overlord. Emily was one of 10 on the whole planet that could kill a Rank SSS Overlord’s were rare and only came to this side when they found a large pool of mana to use. Finding one out here in a village this far out was odd to her but she didn’t have time to think why she knew she had to act. Emily spotted the Overlord and hit it with a fire spell knocking it off its feet. Overlords for being over 50 feet tall, never could walk well and were easy to knock over and that was what she hoped to use to kill the thing. “EMILY LOOK OUT!” Emily heard Drake scream at her, but it was too late before she took a huge hit to her side. Emily’s only thought at that moment was. ‘Shit I forgot to put up my shield.’ Emily was knocked into a near by building causing it to fall around her while she looked at what the hell had hit her. Emily could finally see it now that the dust had cleared. “You have got to be shitting me.” Emily looked up and knew something was up. A Rank SSSS had hit her. “DRAKE! Why the fuck is a Demon Lord here?” “I have no idea Emily I am wondering the same thing.” “Oh, son of a bitch is the Military trying to attract demons again?” “It would seem that is a possibility that or something else is attracting them here.” Drake answered. “Find out what mana is attracting them while I deal with these two.” “Yes ma’am.” With that Drake took off while Emily dealt with the Demon lord and Over Lord. “Ok big boys it’s you and me now.” Emily tossed a gravity spell at the Over Lord cutting its leg clean off spraying blood everywhere. She then hit it with a dark spell and flame magic before jumping up and landing on its head crushing it. “One down one to go” Before Emily could hit the Demon Lord it hit her with a shadow spear causing her to fly back into a group of trees breaking them. “Son of a bitch that hurt!” Emily looked down and noticed the shadow spear had hit her in the hip leaving a small hole with blood coming out of it. “Shit that really hurt.” Emily cast a small healing spell just enough to stop the flow of blood before she ran back at the Demon lord. Emily ran and jumped before punching it in the face knocking it back into a house destroying the house. “Damn mortal you will pay for that.” “Oh, great you can talk I guess that means your above SSSS rank?” “Smart little girl but now it’s time for you to die and give me your mana.” “Fat chance of that ugly.” Emily hit him with a inferno spell knocking him back slightly. “Is that the best you can do girl?” The Demon Lord puts his hand in the ground and pulls out a massive sword before swinging it at Emily. Emily can barely dodge it in time. “ASHER COME TO ME!” At that moment a halberd flew into Emily’s hands “Ma’am I don’t feel any human life around us feel free to use your full power.” Asher tells Emily. “Sounds good to me.” Emily pulls on the end of the pole before twisted it and selecting the spell she put into Asher. “Asher destroyer mode.” A bright glow comes out of Asher as she slowly changes into a scythe like halberd. Slowly glowing white wings form on Emily’s back and a set of red demon horns on her head. “Ready to die bastard?” Emily shining with white wings and glowing red horns looking like a angel demon hybrid come to kill all life. “Oh, the Mortal knows forbidden magic. Didn’t your mommy tell you not to mess with the gods” “Well bastard your fucking kind killed my parents, so I think it’s ok if I do the same to you guys.” Emily pulled her Scythe up and took one huge swing in front of her. “You missed little girl what were you trying to hit a bug?” The Demon Lord then heard a noise behind him and turned around. “What the hell did you do?!?!?!” Behind him with a brand-new valley. The mountains trees animals everything was gone just a new valley. The Demon lord turned back to look at Emily but no sooner had he his head was on the ground looking up at his body cut in two. “What the hell are you girl!?!” The Demon lord screamed. “I’m your death.” With that She stabbed his head with her Scythe before she started to turn back to normal. “Thanks for the help Asher.” Emily let Asher go and watched her float in front of her. “Any time ma’am.” With that Asher took off to go finish cleaning up the demons and look for living humans. “Emily, I found what they were after.” Drake yelled into Emily’s mind. “Calm down what was it?” Emily wondered what the demons could want to send a Demon Lord and a Over Lord after. “It seems to be an Egg and a little girl ma’am.” “Say what?” “I found a little girl holding a Egg about her size a mile away from the village. She was slightly hurt but I healed her I’m bringing her back now to you.” Now Emily really wanted to know what the hell was going on why the hell did the Demons want an Egg or even the girl? Emily had a few Idea’s, but she was not sure, she would have to wait and see. “Has anyone found survivors?” Emily shouted in her mind to everyone. “Sorry ma’am it seems that no one alive.” “Bastard demons. How many did they kill Sarah?” “Total ma’am?” “Yes” “I count a little over 2,700 people.” “Shit if only we had gotten here sooner to save everyone.” Emily just wished she had been faster. “We did kill over 1,200 demon’s ma’am.” “Ok counting earlier that’s over 1400 counting a Demon Lord and a Over lord. Let’s report this once Drake gets back.” Emily heard a loud noise and quickly turned her head to see Drake coming with the girl and the egg floating below him. She knew today was going to be a really long day now.

Jimmy was an anti-women's rights blogger drumming up support for deviant politics. One day, he disappeared. Jacob was suspicious. A lot of the men in his circles had been vanishing lately. When he complained to the police, the mostly female task force was understandably dismissive. Figures, he thought, as he went back home to call others rude names on the internet and post memes. After a particularly long day of ranting online and pushing forward irresponsible nostrums, Jacob decided to sleep off some of his sublimated frustrations. He fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, one that seemed a lot longer than normal. Was our friend Jacob perhaps 'let go of' unfairly? He wasn't a particularly good polemicist or propagandist, though he was unforgivably sure of his own opinions and cruel to those that opposed him. Someone wanted him placed in the 'fulfillment centre', and so he was placed there. That's all that seemed to matter anymore, for better or for worse. After an unusually tranquil sleep, Jacob woke up slowly, hardly able to make out what was happening for a little while. There was a warmness spreading on his bottom that confused him, but soon he noticed the bars of the large crib he was imprisoned in. Was he--he was. He was in a large nursery, filled with cribs and numerous young women scurrying about attending to the padded prisoners. After a while, Jacob became aware of his diaper, which was sodden and smelly from a number of pees. How long had he been out? "Looks like my big boy's awake!" Said Jacob's nurse. He squinted at her colorfully designed name tag, but was having a hard time figuring out what her name was. She was really pretty though, he thought. A thin stream of pee began to leave him as his nurse laid him down for a diaper change. He didn't resist. "Now now, let's not get too handsy--" She cooed, swatting away Jacob's hands as he reached for her supple breasts. "You're so pretty," Jacob gushed. As he did, a spurt of pee pees tricked out into his fresh and still unfastened diaper. "Now's not the time for making advances, little boy. You've gotta be potty trained first! Then we can teach you how to be a gentleman," She cooed, feeling pity for him but also a sense of motherly concern for his well-being. After all, he was going to be fairly regressed and dependent for a while, and not just dependent on diapers. Jacob looked down in surprise at his new diaper, which somehow comforted him but he knew not why. He dribbled a bit into it and then laid back onto his side sleepily. "How long have I been asleep?" He asked her. "It's been a couple of months to be honest," she replied politely, tossing her hair back behind her shoulders. "You'll be ready for retraining in a few months, but until then I think we haven't cooked you all the way yet--it's back into the black womb for you--" "What?" Was all Jacob could manage before he was put under again with a strong dose of tranquilizer. In order to remake the man, they needed to turn him into a tabula rasa, or blank slate, much like he was on the day he was born. Surely these were drastic and draconian measures, but might makes right and those that know are those that can control their world. Jacob was not in the know. This new fanatical matriarchy was. The End If anyone wants to build into this universe, please feel free to continue the story (or stories) in the comments section below. Hope you have fun.

CHAPTER ONE PERSONAL LOG: Stardate 44317.8 Welcome to the USS Hyacinth, the oldest (and only) running Miranda-class vessel in all of Starfleet. Once upon a time it was a science vessel, built during an age when tensions with the klingons ran high. Now it’s little more than a cargo ship and personnel transport; easy assignment for an engineer straight out of the Academy. We’d just shipped out of Risa, the infamous pleasure planet; not that the crew collected any stories. We had a schedule to keep and no leave outstanding. What little we saw involved half-naked locals waving goodbye to our passengers. We ushered them aboard the away vessel and began our journey to the nearest star base. Not that I was bothered. Risa has its reputation for a reason, and brags billions of satisfied visitors, but that’s not me. Sex is great, but I’m just not a ‘Risa’ kind of girl. The things I want are… complicated. God, what I wouldn’t give for a working holodeck, and a night’s freedom from Starfleet protocol. Life aboard the Hyacinth comes with challenges, but rarely with difficulty. The ship itself is in good shape despite being over a century old. The crew, twenty five in total, are friendly enough, though we have little to talk about. By the time my shifts end I’m eager to return to my quarters, replicate a meal, snuggle my teddybear, and pass the time watching andorian melodramas. It gets lonely sometimes. We all get lonely, but the shape of my feelings aren’t the kind to be shared. I check in with a Starfleet counsellor every couple of weeks, but there are no practical outlets to meet this need. Three days into our journey to Star Base 12 and I received a call from one of the passengers. The replicator in her quarters had shorted out, and she was in desperate need of a raktajino. It was close to the end of my shift, but didn’t mind making the effort as the other ensign signed on. ‘Love Songs of the Forbidden Moon’ could wait. I moved to the passenger level, walked along the corridor, and pressed my thumb to the bell. The doors hissed open, and immediately I was dumbstruck. There in the center of the room stood a woman, naked as the day she was born, smiling without a care in the world. I covered my eyes. “Oh! I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have-” “No, no, don’t be silly,” she said. “Come in. You’re here to repair the replicator, yes?” “Yes, but… ma’am. You’re naked!” She hummed. “Yes, I’m aware. Nudity is nothing to be ashamed of.” My shoulders turtled to swallow my head. “I appreciate that, ma’am, but if it’s all the same to you I’d prefer if you wore clothes.” The passenger huffed. I listened as she sorted through her things and waited until she found adequate attire. When I dared to look, curious in spite of myself, she wore an incandescent blue gown that clung to her shape. Heavy breasts, round hips, she was the embodiment of a mythical goddess. I followed her body upward to the thick, scarlet curls that ran down her shoulders. She turned, persing her sharp and very full lips. “Is that better?” she asked. I nodded dumbly and collected myself. Yes, she was the most beautiful woman I’d seen in a long time, let alone stood near, but I was there to do a job. She was a passenger, not a potential date. Even so, what were the chances of… No. I wouldn’t go there. The replicator proved an easy fix. “One of the photon sequencers is misaligned,” I said, and crouched to reach the upper corner of the machine. One new micro-coupling and a psionic fixer later and it would be as good as new. It was the kind of work I could do in my sleep, or with an attractive distraction lingering in the room. She took a seat at a nearby table, and crossed one leg over the other. My heart beat faster. The smell of sex lingered from under her robe, conjuring memories of the last time I lay with a partner. It seemed forever ago, and my body ached for it. The sooner I could return to my quarters the better. “You didn’t tell me your name,” she said. “Ensign Morris, ma’am.” “Morris,” she hummed, her voice deep and smokey. “Do you have a first name, ensign?” I hesitated, but thought better than to catch her eye. “Sally… ma’am. And you?” Her deep forest eyes probed under the layers of my Starfleet uniform, prompting a shiver down my spine. She finally answered, “Artemis.” A goddess in body, and a goddess in name. How ironic that she should share a title with a patron of chastity. Her wild aura, however, seemed entirely apt. “Does it get lonely out here, Sally?” Her asking sent goosebumps running down my arms, not because there was anything wrong with the question, but because of how it called attention to my plight. Space, and the confines of a starship, were isolating at the best of times. But I didn’t tell her that. Instead we chatted about my home on Earth, just outside of Alberta, and my Mom’s ginger snap cookies that no machine could replicate. The hollow in my chest deepend, pining for the familiar, but work was there as welcome distraction. The photon sequencer snapped into line, and the job was done. I started to place my tools back into their box. “You’re human, yes?” As though being from Earth didn’t imply that. “Yes,” I said. “I find humans delightful,” she said. “You believe yourself the rulers of your emotions, but anyone with the mildest sense knows the undercurrents you suppress.” My body tensed further. “You’re betazoid.” She warmed like a breeze that filled the room. Thick plates of transparent aluminum shielded us from the void of space, so it had to be her. “Got it in one,” she said. When I moved to stand she placed a hand on my shoulder and with great care guided me down again. “I’d like you to stay on your knees a while, if that’s alright.” I should have been insulted. As an officer of Starfleet it was unbecoming to fall for the wiles of a passenger in transit. There were protocols about this sort of thing. And yet to do so would be bluster. She was a betazoid, an empath! She could sense the arousal in my belly, the spinning in my head, the deep desire inspired by a strong woman looming above. Her hand stroked my cheek like palm fronds in the wind, and she hushed. God help me, I curled into her touch. Starfleet be damned, she wrested authority from them with the smallest motion. “I… I…” Her voice softened, almost sang. “It’s alright, my girl. Don’t worry about a thing. I’ve got you.” She knew this was my weakness. The sex, the wanting, the throne she held by sitting above. Before I was even aware she held all of the cards, and was playing them to her advantage. Worse yet, I wanted her to. My body was a cacophony of desire hungry for sensation; for her to touch, to claim me, make me small, make me hers, to fill me, to hold me, to… to… I pulled away and snapped to my feet. Tears pricked my eyes, but they did not break my resolute stance as an officer of Starfleet. My shoulders stiffened and I started for the door, forgetting my toolbox as I did. “This can’t happen,” I said, telling myself as much as I did her. Artemis glided to her feet and smiled. Her understanding was like a beacon in the dark, begging me to fall. “You don’t have to be ashamed,” she said. “You’re not a little girl.” The words struck like a hammer. Why did she have to say that? The air left my lungs, and my body was on the verge of collapse. All I wanted was to scream and to cry, to find somewhere safe, but there was nowhere to turn. Her expression turned. The cold in my chest was hers as well. With painted shock she flew to me and wrapped her arms tight. Wide stretched loving hands cradled my back, running up and down in a soothing motion. “Except you are a little girl,” she gasped in realization, “and nobody has seen you in a very, very long time.” Tears rolled down my cheeks like boulders. Shame caught in my throat. I was small in her arms, afraid, without the disciplined Starfleet officer to protect me. All I had was this strange and sudden women whose song and whose hands knew where to go. Finally I held her back, shaking, clinging with all I had. “I’m sorry. I-I can’t…” “Shhhh.” Her digit stroked my brow, removing a strand of hair so she could see me fully. I didn’t want her to see. The thought turned my knees to jelly. If experience had taught me anything it was that little girls were difficult to love when their hearts sat in an adult body. Flashbacks of every confused lover flew across my senses. Some were angry, others so bewildered by the reality that they turned cold. Why should this be any different? Artemis swayed, and cooed, and sang. Her hands were like magic, weaving warmth with every turn. “It’s alright, babygirl,” she said. “I’ve got you. I’ll protect you.” No. I wasn’t a baby. I was an adult. Nobody could protect me. I had to protect myself. But her words shattered my cold ego. Once upon a time I thought someone so loving a fantasy; something that could at best be created on the holodeck. But there she was, flesh and blood, resting my head above the cradle of her breast. I cried, I cried, and I cried. Hot tears spilled off my cheeks and onto her skin. Artemis didn’t seem to mind at all, and encouraged these out of control feelings with a gentle tone. Somewhere in an ocean of sobs I stopped being Ensign Morris of the USS Hyacinth, and became Sally, the small child wandering the distant cosmos.

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*sigh* Here I go again... starting a new story when I haven't finished a few. I actually wrote this story before the Little Hunters but I decided to finally begin posting it This is... probably the most ABDL trope thing I've written, but it does involve darker material than I have wrote so I have included a warning. TRIGGER WARNING: This story deals with suicidal tendencies, drug and alcohol abuse. If you are struggling with depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, or drug/alcohol abuse, please seek medical help or talk to someone. As always, I'm here as well, although I'm not as reliable because I only frequent here once or twice a week... but you all matter to me and you aren't alone, as much as it may seem.❤️ Chapter 1 “Another day, another dollar.” I mumbled under my breath as I braided my long light brown hair back in a ponytail. I splashed water on my pale face and pulled on my light kaki work pants and black polo shirt on. I blinked, squinting at the acne blooming on my chin. Great. I’m 22 and I still look like a prepubescence teenager. I sighed, splashing more water on my face and wiping it off with a rag. I grabbed my keys, rustling in the wind as I ran out to my piece of junk car, a 1998 Honda civic. Traces of rust coated the silver car and the wheels squeaked when I made sharp turns. You’d think I’d have my shit together at this age. Yep, I thought the same too. I’m 22, and still have the same damn job I had in high school at Jenkin’s Fun Land. I see Facebook posts of my high school friends who almost have their master’s degrees and others with multiple kids or married. You may be wondering: why am I still struggling? Well… where do I begin? I was valedictorian of my graduating class that encompassed 436 other students. President of the Student Council. Vice president of Debate club. Volunteer for the local humane society on my off time between work and school. I had a full ride scholarship to Harvard. I planned on getting my doctorate in pharmaceuticals. I had my whole life mapped out. By the age of 25 or 26 I’d have my doctorate. By 27 I’d have found the love of my life, be married even. I’d travel of the world for a few years. By 32 I’d have kids and buy the house of my dreams. The perfect student. The perfect daughter. The perfect role-model. It all started spiraling when I started partying my first semester in college. I was part of the Kappa Delta sorority and we were invited to every single party. I had hardly a glimpse of a life in high school. Sure, I had the grades, the ambition, yet one thing I always severly lacked any type of life outside of my afterschool activities. Hardly any friends. An absence of a social life. I never did drugs, never drank. I was good, well, up until college. In college, I came alive. I was a new person and floated into a group of people who were going to school for the same thing as myself. The future doctors of pharmaceuticals. Little do most people know, we all had an interest in trying the exact medications we would fill one day. How else would we know the side effects if not trying it out for ourselves? Before I knew it, I was into all types of drugs. I smoked pot. I took benzos when I wanted. I popped Xanax recreationally. I took Adderall before every exam. I even tried acid. I looked quote unquote “normal”, but no one knew what was really going on inside my head. Not even me. When I wasn’t on drugs, I was drinking. I drank and drank until the world blurred and my brain stopped writing memories down and began forgetting. My new found friend’s would make sure I made it back to my dorm. Make sure I went in my bed. Make sure I didn’t pass out on my back before choking on vomit. It was quite interesting. My friend’s introduced me to these recreational drugs and alcohol, yet I was doing ten times more than them. I didn’t think much about it until one day I couldn’t think at all. I remember the day crystal clear, even though things seemed extremely confusing. I started my day with taking Adderall before class. I had an exam in Biochemistry and hadn’t slept the night before so I definitely needed a hook up. The day drowned on and there was a party that night. I drank a red bull to wake myself up and one of my friends, Oddie, offered me a Xanax. I shrugged and took it out of his hand, chasing it down with a red bull. Why, Xanax? I wanted to relax after a long day of classes; however, caffeine and Xanax, looking back, probably were not the best combination. You’d think, being a pharmaceutical student, I’d be smarter than that. However, my philosophy was to try as many drugs as humanly possible. Explore the different side effects hands on. I love pharmaceuticals, a lot, actually. Little did I know how strong that love was. I didn’t feel anything for a good while. To be quite honest, I almost forgot I took it. When we arrived at the party, I began drinking. Within an hour a did I few shots of fireball. Surprisingly, I couldn’t feel the shots, nor the Xanax. I thought, maybe, just maybe, something else cancelled the Xanax in my system and my liver didn’t absorb it. Maybe it was expired Xanax. I decided to chug a few cans of beer with my guy friends because I didn’t feel a buzz, still. I couldn’t feel a thing. It was as if I was invincible, unable to feel any alcohol or drugs. A few minutes later, it all hit me. Quite suddenly, quite erratically. I was in the kitchen of Kappa Kappa Gamma’s house going to grab a water and suddenly fell to the ground. Waves of seizures racked my body. I didn’t think my body could move like that. I felt tremors but couldn’t control my movements. Vomit choked my throat and I was gurgling noises I had never thought I could make. My brain was screaming to regain control of my own body, yet my body wouldn’t listen. It was a horror movie slowly panning out and I soon realized I was the main character. Someone found me on the ground, but it was almost too late. He moved me onto my side and the vomit came out. Everything was blurry as my eyes watered. I wanted to cry, wail even. I couldn’t, it was almost as if I were paralyzed. Confusion blurs the lines of where I am, who I am. Before I know it, I’m slipping into darkness and can’t wake up. I’m in another world, but still here on Earth. I’m floating through a dark abyss. It feels so real, so deep. Haunting even. I was a ghost traveling through the sea of lost souls, yet I was just another one of them. I struggled to get out of the sea, but it was thick waters that kept hitting me with waves. The undercurrent, continuously pulling me down as I struggled to reach the surface. The next moment I’m feeling conscious again is when I felt pressure on my chest. Someone pressing down repeatedly. Someone’s cold fingers touching my neck, “No pulse. She’s a goner.” A woman’s voice says. My eyes were half open and I could see glimpses of a handsome face, warm brown eyes, and dark brown hair. “I’m not giving up.” A man says. “She hasn’t had a pulse for four minutes. The druggie is dead. Let go already.” No, don’t let me go. I’m still alive. I felt someone’s warm breath fill my lungs twice. Then pressure began on my chest. “Move out of the way, we’ll take over.” A stern voice says to whoever is pressing on my chest. I can hear his breath is ragged and the man who was attempting to revive me was sweating and tired. Giving CPR was a lot of work, especially on someone who should be pronounced dead. “Pulse has been gone for 5 minutes, good luck.” If I were able to get up, I’d strangle her. I’m alive for god sakes! I’m NOT dead yet. The guy who was doing chest compressions got off of me and I felt monitors being attached to me, other fingers touching my neck. Another man spoke, “I feel a pulse.” I was drifting in and out of consciousness as I was strapped to a cart and I could see flashing red lights underneath my half opened eye lids. A man’s voice, “Can I come with to the hospital?” “Are you related to her?” “No.” “Do you know who this girl is?” He coughed, “No, but I’ve been watching her the past twenty minutes. I just want to make sure she is okay.” Who was this guy? It wasn’t Oddie. It wasn’t any of my friends, actually. Where were my friends? I just had woken up, did they even know I was like this? “Thank you for your time, but we can’t bring strangers with on an ambulance.” “I understand.” The man said despondently. “Come on, Daniel. Let’s go home. She’ll be fine.” The rude girl, that kept telling him I was dead, said. After that, I drifted off into sleep again. I went to the hospital for a supposed ‘drug overdose’. They found Xanax, alcohol, and small traces of Adderall in my system and I stayed in the hospital for a week after. And that was the notorious day I was kicked out of Harvard because word got out and they searched my dorm whilst my week stay in the hospital. Campus police found my benzos and marijuana easily underneath my mattress. I lost my scholarship and had to pay back my tuition for the semester I attended the school. When I got home, my parents sent me to a rehab facility when I had absolutely no reason to go there. I wasn’t using anymore when I came back home and went clean, my blood tests even proved it. I went back to my old life and worked back at janky Jenkin’s Fun Land. Ever since then, my parents never could look at me the same. I wasn’t the favorite child. The star student. The role-model to my younger siblings and cousins. The perfect daughter. All of that was gone. All of what made me who my parents were once proud of, taken away in a blink of an eye. Chapter 2 “Hey, Blake! How’s it been?” I squinted my eyes, annoyed, as my back was turned away from the prize counter. I wiped the look off my face as I turned around to see my old classmate, Jessica, from high school, with her 1 year old child in my arms, “Oh, hey. How have you been?” I said with a fake smile plastered on my face, as if I had my life together. I loathed seeing people from high school. I didn’t want to talk about what was going on in my life. What was there to talk about? I got kicked out of my house when I told my parents I got promoted to be a manager at Jenkin’s and now live paycheck to paycheck to make ends meet. Not to mention, I also got kicked out of Harvard before getting kicked out of my parent’s home. I try to avoid the subject at all costs, to be quite honest. Instead, should I mention I eat ramen noodles every day and haven’t had time to even go back to college between work? I live with a roommate but she works at a grocery store and I’ve been taking out of loans to pay her half because she can’t pay the rent. “I’ve been good, I’m pregnant with child number 2 and we just found out it’s a girl! We’re so excited.” She smiled ear to ear as her eyes scanned my face. I blinked, still fake smiling and nodding. She was having children really young but, from a little stalking on Facebook, her boyfriend was a nurse practitioner and made a good living that she didn’t have to work. Jessica wanted children when she was in high school so it’s no surprise that she already was on her second. “So, how have you been?” An awkward pause, “Weren’t you going to Harvard?” I winced internally. Everyone wanted to know what happened, even though I had a feeling that word slipped out and people I didn’t even know heard about my drug overdose. I smiled at her bright blue eyed child and waved and then met her eyes, “I decided it wasn’t for me.” I said promptly, without detail. “Oh.” Jessica didn’t say anything further. Maybe she already knew what happened and just wanted to hear my side of the story. She was a genuine person like that. It was something to appreciate, but it was too touchy of a subject for me still, even though it had been a few years. My fingernails digged into the palm of my hand, sweating. I had a bit of social anxiety, admittedly. I blinked, changing the subject, “What prize would you guys like?” Her boyfriend walked up behind her and touched the small of her back. The thought of a boyfriend of my own flitted across my mind. I had a few within the past years, all failing miserably. I hadn’t dated for about two years but I wasn’t honestly looking either. Seeing Jessica with a guy did make me a little jealous. I wanted that in a way, but I could never find the right guy. I had a lot of abusive, almost stalker-like relationships in the past; however, it didn’t mean I had given up all hope. “We’ll do the purple monkey.” Jessica said, in a tone almost as if I were suddenly a stranger. Ouch, another stinge of pain. I couldn’t say it wasn’t the first time that someone from high school treated me like they didn’t know me, nor would it be the last. “That will be 150 tickets.” I said with a smile that didn’t meet my eyes. She handed me the tickets and I slipped them in the ticket counter. My face felt sticky from the hot weather and the miniature fan on the counter was not doing diddly-squat to circulate the air. It was 90 degrees in Robins, Iowa and the air-conditioning was still not fixed after placing several work orders within the past month. At this rate, by the time the repair men come, the summer months will be far gone and we might as well wait until next year. “Thanks, Blake. You take care, okay?” Jessica said, eyeing me weirdly. Was it that obvious how much I hated my life? Maybe I should just get it tattooed to my face. I drove home after working an open to close shift, for the third day in a row, and would be doing the same tomorrow. I could not sugar coat my life, even if someone held a gun up to my head. I’d tell them to pull the trigger. Hell, I’d take the gun from them and pull it on myself. Did I consider myself suicidal? I wasn’t honest enough with myself to answer that question. I did have self-loathe. Afterall, my parents were ashamed of me; they haven’t even reached out to talk to me in two years. Was it my fault? Quite possibly. If my parents were ashamed of me, then I should be just as ashamed of myself, right? I had been in and out of rehab. I still used drugs recreationally well after college. I still smoked pot to this day, anything to take off the edge. To be quite honest, I was depressed. My parents were proud of me my whole life. I was the first born in the family, the supposed role model. I had two younger sisters who had looked up to me and once I dropped out of college, they stopped looking up to me. Hell, mom and dad wouldn’t even let them text me. They were afraid to associate me with them. I was a failure in their eyes, and they still haven’t forgiven me. I haven’t even forgiven myself. I sped down the expressway, breaking out of my deep thoughts as I saw red and blue lights turn on behind me. I cursed under my breath, “What the fuck.” I pulled off to the shoulder of the expressway. An officer walked up to my beaten up car, flashing a light on my face, “Hello, I’m Officer Earl. Do you know why you were pulled over?” I grinded my teeth and nodded, “I’m sorry I was speeding.” I said looking down. Earl smiled underneath his mustache when I looked back up, “At least you know what you did. Let me see your I.D.” I felt a quick breath of relief leave my body, maybe he’d let me go? I gave him my I.D. He looked at my ID, “Wow, 22? Is this a fake I.D.?” I blinked, why does everyone think I’m so young? I blinked, biting my tongue and attempting not to spew some rebuttal back. He wrote me a ticket for 200 dollars or court. Little to say, I drove to the nearest liquor store on the way home and bought a lot of liquor on my credit card. I opened a bottle of vodka and chugged it on my drive home. Stupid? Absolutely. When you hate yourself, sometimes you punish yourself. This was my punishment. I drove home, surprisingly safely. I got home and went into my wooden night stand, fumbling through pill bottles in my narcotics drawer. I didn’t look at what I was opening, just shaking the pills out and popping them into my mouth. The alcohol making me fearless as I swallowed a few pills down. I laid on my bed, pills scattered beside me as I closed my eyes, waiting for death to seep in. I didn’t deserve to live. I wasn’t made for this life. I fucked up too many times and it was time for me to let go, to pass on into the dark abyss. I blacked out that night, completely unconscious, waking up in a hospital room, dazed and confused. There was a dark skinned middle-aged woman sitting down with black dress pants and a bright pink shirt on in the corner of my room. I asked, “Who are you?” “I’m Leona, your sitter for the night. How are you feeling?” She closed her magazine she was reading. Fuck, of course I have a psychiatric sitter. I hate them because I can’t be alone. Ugh. I shifted, trying to move my arms, “I’m doing great, I just don’t know why I’m here.” I scrunched my face, looking down at my arms that had light blue restraints tied to them, “Why do I have these?” She said, “You were attempting to hurt yourself yesterday so the nurses had to restrain your arms, honey.” I shook my head. What the hell happened? My right side and arm was tender to the touch. I remember just laying on my bed, what else could have happened? “What day is it?” I asked, politely, feeling my dry mouth. “It’s Friday, July 20th.” Holy shit. 3 days passed already? It was Monday when I drank and swallowed the pills. Why can’t I remember the past few days? I sank down in my bed, “Fuck.” I said while shaking my head, my lip trembling. “Oh, look who’s finally awake.” A nurse came in my room, checking my vital signs, “You were in and out of an unconscious state for the past few days from the sleeping pills you took and I think it must have finally ran through your system. Maybe you might be going home tomorrow.” The nurse said as she typed something on her portable computer. “Can you remove the arm restraints?” I asked, feeling the need to itch my nose. “I have to call the on call clinical psychologist to clear your mental status per our hospital protocol before we do that, hun.” I sighed, rolling my eyes. Of course they do. Fuck everything. She walked out, dialing a number on her phone. I could hear her outside the room talking to another nurse, “Dr. Calvin is going to be really pissed that I’m calling him this late.” I looked at the clock; it was 2 AM in the morning. The other nurse said, “Oh isn’t that the dreamy doctor? That doctor Daniel that visits once in a blue moon?” “Yeah, it’s him but he’s a real asshole to nurses.” Great, that’s the type of doctor I want to see. I looked over to Leona as her eyes were closing slowly as she read her magazine, “Psssst.” I said in a whisper as she looked up, “Can you remove the left one so I can itch my nose?” Leona laughed, “Just tell me where your nose itches and I’ll scratch it.” I sighed, shaking my head, “Don’t worry about it.” I scrunched my nose, wiggling it. I slowly dozed off into a nap while waiting for the psychologist. I heard quiet talking within an hour and a calm man’s voice, “How is she doing so far?” “I mean, she’s awake and aware, she’s just irritable since being awake and asked about her restraints.” The nurse said, “As much as I’d like to talk I have another patient I have to check in and hook up so I’ll be back.” I heard the man say to Leona, “I’ll have you step out for a moment so I can speak with her in private.” I opened my eyes and nuzzled my nose into my pillow, looking up to somewhat of a familiar face, “Do I know you?” I couldn’t place my finger on the face. I couldn’t for the life of me, but he looked so damn familiar. His eyes flashed, “You might, but, per patient privacy, I can’t release as to why unless you would like to talk about it.” What does that mean? I was so confused. I scrunched my face in confusion, “Well, I can’t really remember why you look familiar, so I was hoping you could refresh me?” He had black dress pants on and a deep navy blue button up with rolled up sleeves. He didn’t have a white coat on like most doctors but had a name tag badge hooked to his pants, which was humorous to me because it looked like he was trying to sport a new style or fashion. I suppressed a small smile and realized I was looking below his waist for more than a few seconds and that probably was not a good place to be staring. My eyes darted away quickly. He was about 6 feet tall with a muscular frame and looked incredibly handsome. I don’t know if it was the fact that he was a doctor that was attractive but maybe the fact that his face was so warm and friendly, besides the fact that he wasn’t making much sense. He pulled up a chair, taking out his stethoscope, “How are you feeling?” He ignored my question. Now I was really confused. “Okay. I just want to go home.” His hands were gentle as he lifted me forward and touched my back with his stethoscope. I caught a whiff of his cologne and it was enticing. I also caught a whiff of myself and I smelled like urine. I was, to say the least, disgusted with myself. “How are you feeling mentally, Blake?” His warm brown eyes met mine, concerned. I looked in awe at him, he was even more attractive close up. I ignored his question like he did mine, “What’s your name again?” His eyes searched mine, studying me. “Dr. Calvin.” He was emotionless when he said his name, as he pulled away from me. “What’s your first name?” I asked, watching him as he rolled his chair slightly away from me. “Daniel. Do you know your first name?” He asked, almost in a voice like I we’re a toddler. I blinked, noticing his change in tone. “Blake.” I said, dryly, “And the square root of Pi is 1.77245385091 and so on.” My voice sprinkled with sass. His face went thoughtful for a moment and then he smiled, “Good.” He paused, looking annoyed, “Now, I’m going to ask you one more time, and if you don’t answer then I’ll come back after I sleep: how are you feeling mentally, Blake?” Dr. Calvin said, looking at his keyboard on his Microsoft surface tablet. “I’m fine. I just want to go home.” I said, looking down at my bag of urine that was connected to my catheter. I froze, that made sense why it felt uncomfortable in my nether regions. “Drinking alcohol and overdosing on sleeping pills doesn’t sound like everything is fine to me, Miss Hunter.” I winced at my last name. For some reason hearing my last name reminded me of my parents and they probably didn’t even know that I was in the hospital again. If they did, they wouldn’t care anyways. I didn’t want to talk about my issues, especially to someone who’s so handsome and not too much older than myself. He’s most likely married and well off and would never date someone like myself… but that didn’t mean I couldn’t still dream about him later. I smiled and I felt my eyes get watery. I shook my head, “What does it even matter?” I said, realizing I wasn’t even able to wipe away the water collecting near my eyes. “Do you have suicidal thoughts?” He asked, looking up from his tablet. His eyes traced my face and then looked back down quickly. I looked at the ceiling, “Not until recently.” I said as a tear fell down my face. Did I just really admit that? Great, I most likely just sentenced myself to a few more days in this hospital. “Did you lose a job or a loved one recently?” Dr. Calvin studied my face, “You can talk about it with me, that’s why I’m here, Blake.” Snot was slowly running down my nose, “Nope. I’m just one fucking failure after a next.” I said with a laugh at my own misery, in attempt to act somewhat normal as I knew I was falling apart. A few more tears escaped down my cheeks and I sniffed so my snot wouldn’t fall. I had no chance of making myself look like I’m an equal to this man at this point. “If you don’t mind me asking, what happened?” He asked, curiously. I shook my head, “It’s not important.” Dr. Calvin shook his head, “Of course it is. Your life is important.” I frowned, my fingernails digging into my palm, “I got into Harvard and got kicked out and my life’s been a steep slope downhill ever since.” The reminder of it made more tears fall down my face. “Harvard, huh?” His eyes looked concerned, “You have to give yourself more credit, getting into that school is an accomplishment in itself and I’m sure your parents are proud of you still.” I shook my head, “Nope. They cut off ties with me completely. Once I got promoted at my job and began making 14 dollars an hour they gave me a month to find an apartment because they didn’t want me ‘influencing’ my little sisters.” I cried harder, remembering painful memories, a whimper escaping my lips, “But it’s all my fault. I was getting better when I lived with them, going to community college even, and then once they kicked me out I went straight back to drugs and drinking, dropped out of community college completely.” I turned away from him and nuzzled my head into the pillow. He came around my side with a tissue and knelt down near me. He dabbed my nose with the tissue and touched my shoulder, “Do you still feel the need to harm yourself?” I shook my head, “No.” Daniel began removing my restraints, “Then I’ll take these off; however, if you show any signs of self-harm they will go back on.” “Okay. When can I go home?” I said, giving him puppy dog eyes. After all, I’d assume he’d be the one signing my release papers. “It depends on what rehabilitation site you choose.” I wiped my eyes with my free hand. “I have to go back to my job. I can’t lose it, or else I won’t even have a home to go back to.” His eyes looked weary as he looked down at me, “We can discuss other options tomorrow then. You should sleep and I’ll write up a prescription for you to begin taking tonight.” I shook my head, “I don’t do medication.” I said in a statement. “You had Xanax and other recreational drugs your roommate told the ambulatory team so that statement doesn’t make sense to me, Blake.” Ouch, that one hurt. I can’t believe Veronica would snitch on me when she smokes pot. He looked at his tablet, scrolling down, “Do you have anxiety?” I shrugged, “Sometimes. But doesn’t everyone?” I said, sleepily. I was ready to go back to sleep already. You’d think sleeping three days would make you awake but all I wanted to do was sleep. “Panic attacks?” He asked, ignoring my comment again. “Every now and then.” I was feeling more anxious than usual currently but I wasn’t going to tell him that. He got up, “We’ll talk again tomorrow and hopefully get you discharged from the hospital tomorrow evening if everything goes smoothly.” Dr. Calvin said as he peeked outside of my room. I snuggled into my sheets. He talked to the nurse as I slowly lulled into sleep and then was woken to take a pill. I took it and dozed into a deep slumber after the doctor left. I napped on and off the next day. Leona left around 7 in the morning and a new sitter came in to watch me. I was woken up by Dr. Calvin in the late afternoon. “Good morning, Blake.” Dr. Calvin said. I opened one eye and squinted at the time, “It’s 4 PM, Daniel. Good afternoon.” Daniel had the sitter leave the room, “My name is Dr. Calvin to you, Blake.” He said with a bit of annoyance hinting at his voice. “You have two first names in your full name. It’s weird.” I said, rolling over in a grumble. He sat down on the rolling chair and opened his tablet, “Are you feeling irritable still?” “I wasn’t irritable to begin with, it’s just me.” I said, sitting up. I felt like a different person than last night. I showered, with the door open since I’m ‘suicidal’, had my catheter and IV removed, and now I smelled like a normal human again. My hair wasn’t a matted mess and fell down in waves on my shoulder. “Okay then. How would you rate your depression as of now on a scale of 1 to 10? 1 being happy and 10 being of suicidal thoughts.” He asked. “Like a -5.” I said with a fake smile. My eyes not matching my smile so I most likely looked crazy. “Seriously, Blake.” He wasn’t smiling; in fact, his face was blank, like a statue. I had a feeling he didn’t understand my humor. I frowned, fixing my gown, “3.” I played it down a lot, honestly. I’d realistically rate it at a 7 because I just wanted to go home and drink. I couldn’t tell him that though. “If you feel worse, you can tell me.” He paused, his brown eyes studying me, “You don’t have to lie. I’m focused on making you feel better before you leave.” He’s emotionless one moment and the next he’s caring. Sometimes I just don’t understand doctors. I looked out the window, shrugging, “Maybe a 4.” He nodded, typing, “So, we have to go over options for what course of action were going to take to get you on the right track.” Daniel closed his tablet and searched through his bag, pulling out pamphlets, “Realistically, I’d want you to go through the eight-week inpatient program in Marion.” He sighed, “But, because of your living situation, I think your best option would be going through the 16-week outpatient program which is close to where you live in Jasper.” “16 weeks?! I have a really busy schedule and I work just about every single day to barely pay my bills.” I said. “You need to make time for yourself, Blake. I had to pull a lot of strings to make sure that you get help instead of the law intercepting for attempted suicide and paraphernalia.” I shook my head, “I never said I attempted suicide.” “You told us in a half conscious state two days ago and yesterday you mentioned suicidal thoughts.” Daniel said. Well, I guess that might be substantial evidence. There was an awkward silence that followed and he spoke up as he was handing me a pamphlet, “You’ll be going to a therapy appointment two to three times a week. You’ll have a daily journal to write in and goals each week on how to overcome obstacles. There’s a lot more that goes into the outpatient program but we’ll discuss that later.” Without reading, I signed my papers for the outpatient program quickly and was discharged from the hospital that evening. Veronica picked me up from the hospital and didn’t say a word the whole ride home. Hell, she didn’t even say a simple ‘hi’. Veronica was probably tired of my shit. I’ve been making a lot of mistakes the past few weeks and it’s became more frequent as the months have progressed. From drunken nights where she picked me up from bars to finding me passed out in our bathroom with vomit on me, Veronica has seen it all. I felt bad to put her through all of that, but I just needed help. Someone to care for me. I didn’t have that, and I don’t think I ever will again. I got home to my phone and it was completely dead. When I charged it, my phone had about twenty missed calls and voicemails from my boss, Kellie. I called her right away, panicked. “What happened that you ended up in the hospital?” “I had a severe reaction to this new night time medication and was in an unconscious state for a few days.” I said, biting my nails. Kellie paused, “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” She said, almost as if she didn’t believe me. “I need to discuss hours with you these next few weeks when I come back tomorrow. I have a doctor’s appointment every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at 1 PM and I’ll need to probably close on those days.” I said, bracing myself for what she’ll say next. “What are these appointments for, Blake?” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Is she even allowed to ask that? I said quickly, “I have to let you go, Kellie, sorry my doctor’s calling.” “Blake-“ I hung up. Nice save. I fell asleep that night and woke up around 3 AM, tossing and turning from my dreams. I felt a cold, wetness underneath my pajama bottoms in a half conscious state. I slowly got up and looked down, feeling the wetness and the stench of urine invading my nostrils. I couldn’t only see the fluorescent green of my alarm clock glowing in my dark room but I already knew what happened. I scrunched my face: did I really pee myself in my sleep? Fuck. I rolled up my sheets and tossed them in my closet, deciding I’d clean them in the morning when Veronica went to work. I looked at my phone and I felt my heart race when I began reading a text from Kellie that she sent late last night. She left me a text stating that we’d have to talk one on one but this week she’d give me Monday off, and I’ll come into work at 4 PM on Wednesday and Friday. I sighed in relief and fell back into a slumber on my semi-wet stripped mattress with one sheet keeping me warm. Monday came and I was dreading driving to the outpatient rehabilitation appointment. I had a half an hour with group therapy and an hour with a psychologist one on one. I didn’t talk much during group therapy and afterwards I sat in the waiting room for my therapist. A man with tattoos all over his arms walked out and then a minute later Daniel walked out with a folder and looked at me, “Blake.” He smiled. For some reason, I didn’t expect in the slightest for him to be my therapist. I thought he was just a ‘clinical psychologist’ not a full-fledged therapist. We walked into a room with dim lights, a book shelf lining a whole wall around a fire pit, a brown soft couch and a chair. He motioned for me to sit on the couch and I shyly sat down near the edge farthest from him, fixing my outfit. I had ripped light colored jeans on and a light purple tie-dye shirt on for Jenkin’s Fun Land. I probably was dressed like a 13-year-old girl but it was still better than the last time he saw me. He sat down, “How are you feeling this week?” I shrugged, “Okay. Everything’s just peachy.” Everything was the same as before I tried putting myself into an irreversible coma. I still worked at a shitty job. I wasn’t happy with my life. I disliked the person I lived with. I didn’t speak to my parents. “Hm.” He said as he thoughtfully looked at me with a pen and paper in front of him, “How’s the medicine working?” I stopped taking it. It’s not like I’d feel anything until six to eight weeks out anyways. There were a few things I retained in my memory from my studies at Harvard. “It’s great, I feel a bit better, just feeling numb but I think that’s just a common side effect.” I shrugged. I knew all of the side effects of course, just another plus of failing medical school. “Have you noticed anything out of the ordinary since you got home? Mood swings? Hallucinations? Incontinence? Anything out of sorts?” Daniel studied my facial expressions. I blinked away a sudden rush of embarrassment. Yes. I somehow wet myself and I haven’t done that in a year or two since my last relapse, “No.” I couldn’t tell him that. It was embarrassing. He nodded, his fingertips touching the 6 o’clock shadow on his chin, “Tell me a little about yourself.” That’s randomly off subject. I stared at the fake fire pit and wondered what I should say. “Like, what do you wanna know? There’s not much about me.” I asked, confused. “What do you like to do?” Daniel asked, interested. It was a question that caught me off guard. I didn’t really have anything I liked to do outside of work besides drinking or taking a Xanax and watching videos on the internet. I used to like playing video games, but I stopped. “I mean, I don’t really have a lot of stuff I like doing.” Daniel asked, “Do you like sports?” I’m an adult and no one hardly plays sports around my age. I shrugged, “Sometimes.” I lied, I didn’t like anything anymore. I enjoyed track, volleyball and tennis in middle school and high school, but those were only things I did for fun with my little sisters once. “That’s your assignment for the week then. I want you to give me a list of five things that you like to do as hobbies.” He said with a warm smile. Five things?! That’s quite a lot. A week passed and on Sunday I came into work and Kellie was waiting for me in the concession area. She was sitting at one of our dining tables and had me sit with her. “You have multiple call-offs this summer and I’m going to have to drop you down to part-time status as a manager. Sorry, Blake.” Kellie said without a trace of emotion, brown eyes disinterested. I felt air leave my lungs, “But-“ I paused, confused, “I need the money. I can’t live where I’m at without forty hours a week and pay for my insurance. Kellie-“ “Look, Blake, I need a manager who’s serious about their job and shows up every day and I know you have needs but so do other people. I'm not demoting you to a team member because I'm giving you another chance to prove it to me but I can't afford anymore call-offs.” She was stone cold as she walked away. That night I wanted something to take the edge off. I needed some alcohol or a pill to help me. I refrained from drinking and going into my secret stash of pills that I hid underneath the floor boards. I couldn’t sleep that night because I didn’t have anyone to talk to. I couldn’t tell Veronica, because then she’d freak out. I didn’t have any friends in this area. I got two hours of sleep, even though I could sleep in before my appointment. I would have to find a new job to work when I’m not at Jenkin’s. I couldn’t handle the stress as it is and I don’t know how I would handle this too. I came to therapy with Dr. Calvin as a complete mess. “How are you feeling today?” It seems like he asks that every day. My lip began trembling, “Not good.” A tear falling down my face. I wiped away with my sleeve of my light grey sweatshirt. “What happened, Blake?” Daniel asked, eyes suddenly concerned. “I-“ I shook my head, “I’m getting demoted at work to part-time for missing so many days.” I began crying and I couldn’t look up. Daniel knelt near me and brought tissues over. He hugged me, “It’s going to be okay, Blake.” My back stiffened. Did doctors usually hug their patients? This never happened in rehab. I shook off the thought as I whimpered, “How? I’m going to be homeless next month. I can’t even afford groceries let alone gas.” “We’ll figure something out.” Daniel said pulling away, his hand still rubbing my back. The feeling of someone else’s touch was so foreign to me. As his fingertips grazed my back, tingles went up to my brain, making me feel fuzzy, warm. I felt momentarily dazed as I sat there. I sniffled, “My mom won’t even talk to me. I tried calling her yesterday night and she wouldn’t pick up.” I whimpered because it hurts that my mom won’t even talk to me. She won’t even acknowledge my existence anymore. I could be dead, and that wouldn’t have mattered to her. “I’m sure she’ll let you live with her.” Daniel continued, “Let me know what happens in a week, okay?” A week passed of me calling my mom and dad every day. No one answered. I began to think that they blocked me. I sent a few texts and no replies. I told Veronica about my situation and she said she was moving into her boyfriend’s house in a month. Somehow, in a week’s time, everything around me was falling apart, and, by default, so was I. “So, any news from your mother or father?” Daniel asked, his face hopeful. Little did he know that my mom was alienating me from the family. It’s as if it were a cult and since I was an outsider, I was being excommunicated by anyone associated. I sank in my chair and didn’t say anything, staring at the tan carpet. “Blake?” He said, concerned, “How are you feeling?” “A 10.” I said, beyond sad. I didn’t want to be here anymore and I didn’t care about life. Everyone was leaving me. I wasn’t worth anything. I was worthless, quite honestly. “Do you want to harm yourself?” Daniel asked, sitting up straight. My fingernails were already making my palms bleed. I closed my eyes and my body was completely tense. I didn’t want to talk anymore. This was all a waste of time. I was going to pull the plug tonight. “Blake, do I need to take you to the hospital?” He was studying me when I opened my eyes. My jaw was tight, “No.” Daniels fingers were tapping his legs, “This is completely out of the scope of my profession, but…” He hesitated, “in the case you don’t have a home, you can stay with me. I have plenty of space and an extra guest room for you there.” I looked at him, not wanting to hear his words, “Really?” He nodded, “I’ve been thinking about it for a bit now and it’s the best option for you. You wouldn’t have me as a therapist anymore though. I would have to switch you to a different outpatient program.” It seemed weird being that he was my therapist but I needed a home and I couldn’t be picky. It was either that, or living in my car. I nodded, “That would really help.” I said, looking down shyly. “There would be rules, of course. Knowing your condition, I may be having you leave your job but I can take you to an outpatient center while I’m at work.” I’d get to leave my job?! That would be a dream. “I’d only stay for a month or so until I find a better job.” I said. I probably wouldn’t find a job in that time but I could at least try my hardest. Daniel shook his head, “No need. You can leave your job for a little while and figure things out.” Was he planning on having me stay there for a while? I was taken aback on how nice he was being. It was quite unusual for a doctor to be this caring.

Author's Note: I wrote this as a commission for someone named Viewre on DeviantArt. I'm not personally familiar with the Fate/Apocrypha anime except for the wiki pages and couple minutes of clips I watched as research for this story, but Viewre seemed pleased with the result. Astolfo yelped more in surprise than pain as he was dragged backwards by his braided ponytail, feet skipping on the floor as he struggled to stay upright. “H-hey!”“That’s enough out of you!” Celenike snapped, her fingers latched onto his hair in an iron grasp. “You thought you would choose that… thing over me and get away with it?”There was little he could do, and no good answer to that question, but Astolfo tried to stay positive. As they stopped for a moment, he regained his footing. “Master, I won’t do it again!”She had only stopped dragging him down the hall so she could unlock a door, and once it was open, Celenike threw him inside and stepped in after. “A servant betraying his master,” she mused, locking the door. “I’ll have you know, I’ve been given permission to punish you for your misbehavior.”The room was small, with a rolling fire in the hearth, a few chairs, and a table. A chest sat by the wall, with a pitcher of wine and a tray of cups should they get thirsty. The thick stone walls would mute out any sound, not that he’d have anyone coming to his rescue anyways. Whatever Celenike was planning on doing to her servant, he was helpless to stop her.Astolfo faced his master, smiling, his voice as high and chipper as ever. “Well, okay! If that’s what you think is best.”It was the wrong response. Celenike’s eyes flashed with murderous rage and she crossed the room to get to his side, picked him up by the scruff of his cloak, and carried the Rider to a chair, letting his legs kick and flail for footing.Using his braid as a handhold, Celenike sat down in a chair, pulled Astolfo over her waist, and ripped away the layers of armor and fabric that were concealing his backside, tearing the fabric and tossing it to the ground. He squirmed, but her grip on his hair tightened and the servant fell still.Sliding a finger under the band of his underwear, Celenike pulled, snapping the fabric and discarding the garment, exposing him completely, leaving nothing between his delicate parts and her lap. “We’ll see if you’ll be so disobedient after this!”Celenike brought her hand down on his ass, hard, skipping any warm up. She wanted this to hurt. Astolfo’s entire body jumped at the impact, but there was no whimper of pain or discomfort from the little knight.She raised her hand and struck again, spanking with brutal force and leaving a handprint on his exposed cheeks. Still, there was no reaction, and she redoubled her efforts.Hand moving fast, punctuating each word with a hard swat across his cheeks and thighs, Celenike cried, “This is what you get for choosing that Homunculus over me!”Astolfo reacted, but only in a purely physical way, his body rocking in her lap against the force of every impact. She kept up the spanking, raining down blows across his backside, turning his skin from pale tan to bright pink to a deep red, the sound of each swat echoing in the room like a gunshot.Minutes passed, and her hand was starting to hurt, but she finally got a reaction out of him and felt a surge of vindictive success. Astolfo wriggled on her lap, discomfort plain.“Are you done?” he asked, kicking his legs a little bit. “My feet are falling asleep, and I really think I’ve learned my lesson!”“Aaaah!” Celenike roared in anger, shoving the Rider off her lap and sending him tumbling to the ground. “What is wrong with you?”Standing, his feet a little wobbly, Astolfo rubbed at his backside, naked between his waist and his knees and not seeming to mind. “Nothing! I feel fine.”Celenike’s anger built more, but hurting Astolfo wasn’t going to do anything to calm her down. She wanted revenge, she wanted to punish the insolent servant for daring to put anyone else before herself, but he was simply too resilient for any sort of physical punishment. She could run spikes through his hands and leave him in a cell indefinitely, and he’d probably just be bored as a result.She glared at him, but the dirty look had no more effect than the spanking. He still wore his immutable smile, still seemed perpetually cheerful. He was warming his hands by holding them against his thighs, completely unconcerned by the bruises she’d left.Her eyes drifted to the space between his legs, and she got a new idea.Tracing a finger over the runes marked against the back of her hand, Celenike considered the best way to enact her plan. If she wanted to humiliate Astolfo, to really demonstrate what happened when her servant rejected her, she couldn’t just punish him once and be done with it. She’d have to make an example of him.And, if she did it right, Astolfo would soon be begging Celenike for the sorts of attention he’d denied her.“Astolfo,” she snapped, getting his attention, vindictive fire flickering in her eyes.He beamed at her, showing his teeth. “Yes, master! Do you want to spank me again?”Celenike focused on the Command Seals she had over him, channeling the enormous power that came with her status as Astolfo’s master. There were so many humiliating orders she could give him, instructions that he’d have no choice but to obey, but she wanted something that would last longer.Expending one of her seals, she told her disobedient servant, “Become weak.”Astolfo blinked in surprise, his smile flickering in confusion for a moment as the magic of the seal took effect. Then, like flipping a switch, his strength, his durability, all the resistance to pain that made him such an asset on the battlefield vanished.She felt a surge of sadistic glee as her servant’s smile vanished. Pain made his knees buckle, the lasting aches of her spanking all hitting him at once, and his eyes began to fill with tears.Celenike gloated as Astolfo whimpered, finally cowed by the first piece of his punishment. The little mewling whimpers of discomfort as he sat on the cold stone floor were almost enough to sate her vengeance. Watching her servant be reduced to a moaning mess was satisfying in a way that she rarely got to experience.She took a step towards Astolfo and crouched down, grinning in his face as he sniffled. “Are you sorry, yet, servant?”Astolfo clamped his eyes shut, wiped at his nose with a hand, and took a deep breath. This level of pain was more intense than anything he’d felt before, something he had no frame of reference to deal with. Still, even if he’d lost his strength, he wasn’t helpless. He visibly took control of himself, wiped at his eyes, and forced another smile.“Yes I am, master!” he said, forcing a chipper tone.“No!” Celenike shouted. If he could get over it that quickly, then he’d barely serve as an example at all. A thought flashed through her mind, the desire to take him back over her knee and spank him ‘till he couldn’t possibly work through the pain, but that was shortsighted. She could hurt him, but he’d heal from that. What she needed was pure, complete humiliation.Besides, she had a plan for this.Standing, she picked up her servant by the hair, lifting him onto the table and laying him down face-up. Tearing more strips from his clothing, walked to the head of the table, grabbing his hands, binding them to the table legs.She repeated the process with his feet, tying them snugly down. The restraints would have been easy to break out of if Astolfo had been at his full strength, but as weak as he was, there was little he could do but look at her with uncertainty and a touch of terror.Terror was good. Celenike appreciated the terror.Pulling back her hair, she stepped up onto the table, straddling her helpless Rider. Leaning her head forward, she ran her tongue up his body, tasting Astolfo’s sweat and fear, feeling his body tremble beneath her.Her tongue traced a line up to his mouth, and she pulled at his hair and forced him into a deep kiss. She held it until he was breathless, then pulled away, whispering, “Try and walk away from me this time, servant.”Astolfo locked his gaze with her, and Celenike was delighted to see his eyes widen as her other hand reached down, toying with the tip of his cock. He gave a little gasp of pleasure as her gloves played over him, teasing her servant up until he became hard in her hand.Leaning in, she bit his lip, and the sound as he moaned into her mouth was pure music. Sitting up, she ran her fingers up and down the shaft, slowly, barely touching, playing him like an instrument.Lifting her skirt, Celenike shifted to her side and slipped her panties down her leg, getting them out of the way so that she could ride her Rider.Sliding into him, feeling his cock inside her, felt almost as good as hearing his gasps of pleasure. Grinning wickedly down at him, she said, “Such a little thing, but I can make it work.”Astolfo tried to respond, but as she rocked her hips forward, all he said was, “A-ah!”Master atop servant, Celenike rolled her body back and forth, sliding up and down, moving slowly and sensually. She wanted to take him fully, but more important than a bit of brief pleasure was Astolfo’s torment. She could have her fun later.“Do you still want your little homunculus?” she asked. “Do you want him over me?”“N-no, I- Mmm!” Astolfo whimpered, as she increased the rhythm to interrupt his words.“I didn’t hear that,” Celenike insisted, slowing for a moment so that he could speak. “Who do you want?”“I w-want y- yu- haah!” Again, she interrupted him with sensation, sliding herself up and down his shaft.Forcing patience, Celenike pulled herself up, off him, ending the sensation as quickly as it started. Astolfo gasped, wriggling his hips in search of her, but she moved away too quickly and left him with nothing.Running the tips of her gloves along his thighs, she showed her servant an amused grin and directed her gaze at his trembling cock. “You didn’t think I’d let you finish, did you?” She teased.Astolfo looked at her, the desperation in his expression all the gratification that she needed. “P-please!”“After betraying me?” she asked, feigning shock. “After rejecting me, you think I’d take pity on such a tiny, useless thing?” She touched him, running one finger around the tip in slow, sensual circles that made his back arch in pleasure.She kept up at it, repeating the motion for most of a minute, an artist at work. Astolfo wriggled and moaned, held down by his restraints, unable to contribute to the pleasure in any way. If Celenike didn’t wish it, he didn’t get to feel it.Without warning, she stopped, slid off the table, and stood over him. “Don’t go anywhere, servant. I’m not done with you yet.”“N-no!” he begged, but she walked to the end of the room and out of his line of vision.Celenike knelt over the chest, opening it, looking through the toys and supplies she’d prepared for herself. She had plenty of options, but selected only a few, deciding the course that Astolfo’s humiliation would take.Looking back over her shoulder, she saw Astolfo still trembling, rock hard and struggling desperately to resume the pleasure. If she had any sympathy in her, she’d have almost felt guilty, but as it was all she felt was satisfaction at seeing her servant reduced to such a state.Still, it was going to be a problem if he stayed at full mast, so after selecting her toys of choice, Celenike picked up the pitcher of chilled wine. Strutting back to the tableside, she grinned at him.“Servant, are you sorry yet?”He nodded, eyes damp with desperate, frustrated tears. “Yes!”In response, she tipped the pitcher over him, pouring cold wine between his legs. The effects were instant. Astolfo yelped and mewled in discomfort, and the cold made him shrivel up to almost nothing.Her hands moved swiftly once she had her opportunity. Taking his flaccid cock in one hand, she slid a steel cage over it, made with metal bands that would be easy to reach through but which would keep him contained and unable to grow fully hard.Astolfo hadn’t stopped whimpering from the sudden cold before she had the cage in place, and with a turn of a key, she locked it in place.“There,” she announced, fingers teasing between the bars of the cage. Astolfo started to grow, but the rigid metal kept him contained, holding him back. “It was too little to be useful, anyways. Now, you won’t even try to waste time playing with yourself.”“N-noooo,” Astolfo cried, his voice quiet and full of dismay. “P-please, master, don’t-”Celenike pressed her fingernails into his thigh, squeezing hard enough for them to leave marks even through her gloves. “I don’t think you understand,” she said, holding up the key. “The decision isn’t up to you. The only way you’ll ever get to take off that cage is if I say so.”Astolfo fell silent, but his frustrated tears were all the satisfaction that Celenike needed. Now, for the next step.Holding a small knife in her hand, she walked along the edge of the table, tracing the blade along her servant’s dress. The clothes cut smoothly, and as she got up to his neck, she made two slits in the fabric that held the girly garment in place and ripped it away, leaving his chest bare.She would let him keep his cloak, and his boots, but the centerpiece of his outfit was going to see some changes.Walking down to stand by his feet, she raised an eyebrow. “You know, your cock is just so small, it looks like a baby’s, and we both know you want it to spurt everywhere and make such a mess. I think we need to do something about that.”“Huh?” Astolfo asked, uncertainly. “I don’t understand.”Rather than ease his confusion by explaining, Celenike slapped the inside of his thigh, where it was still red and tender. He yelped, and she ordered, “Lift your ass up off the table.”Afraid to disobey, he did as he was told, pushing up with his elbows and legs. She let him stay like that for a minute, knees trembling, then slid the main feature of his new wardrobe between his legs.He made an uncertain noise as he felt the thick, rustling material slide beneath him. Looking up from his bound position, he tried to peer between his legs, but all he could see from his vantage point was the cage he’d been trapped in. “Huh?”Celenike smirked, taking a jar of scented powder and sprinkling it liberally between his thighs and over his cage. The smell of the perfumed baby powder made her servant sneeze with an adorable, high-pitched “A-choo!” and as she started rubbing the cool powder into his skin, turning his sore, reddened thighs white.Around the cage she gave special attention, her fingers slipping beneath the steel to work in the powder, making her servant strain against the metal as her attentions made his body react. As he mumbled in weak protest, she pulled her fingers away, delighting in his desperation.With the baby powder liberally coating him, she folded the diaper over, holding it in place with two fingers while she pulled the single large tape on each side into place. The padding was thick and bulky, and it forced his legs to part a little bit as she ensured it was snug and tight. Once the diaper was safely secured around her servant’s body, she stood back, admiring the bright blush that had spread over Astolfo’s face.“A- a-” he stammered.“Say it,” she beamed down at him. “What are you wearing?”“A diaper…” he mumbled. “B-but-”“Get used to it,” she said, pressing a hand into the front of his diaper and squeezing, making the plastic front rustle.“I don’t need diapers,” he said, the protest weak.Celenike chuckled sadistically. “Oh? We’ll see about that.”He had no response but to watch in alarm as she stepped back, preparing a curse and repeating the appropriate incantation. “The Crests of the Icecolle family hereby command: This oath shall become a commandment and bind the target without exception.”Her servant couldn’t have known what her plan was, but he recognized that she was working a curse. In alarm, he tried to pull free from his bindings, weak arms struggling uselessly against his bindings. It wouldn’t have helped him any if he had, but she was more than happy to watch him squirm.“To the servant of Celenike Icecolle Yggdmillenia, Astolfo: His desperation shall be bound to his needs, so that one leads to the other, for all eternity.”With that, the curse was unleashed, binding him with the geis. Astolfo let out a gasp as the magic overtook him, sinking into his body with irrevocable magic. He expected some instant reaction, but for the moment, nothing happened except that his expression grew more anxious.A few seconds passed, and then a few more, then Astolfo raised his head and looked down at his diaper as though he expected it to bite him. “Huh?”“You don’t understand?” Celenike asked, stalking around the table like a predator, leaning over him so that she loomed above her servant’s face. “Would you like a demonstration?”“N-naah!” he started, but his protest was interrupted when she pulled back on his braid and pressed her lips into his, running her tongue over his teeth. As much as he’d built him up into a state of frustration, the simple, forceful kiss was enough to make him moan between her lips, and the sound of his moan was accompanied by a sudden hiss from between his legs.His eyes widened in surprise as the geis took effect, feeding on his arousal and draining his bladder. Celenike’s eyes flashed wickedly and she nipped at his lip with her teeth before standing.“This is what you get for your disloyalty,” she told him, fingers tracing down his chest as she paced down the table. “Every time your tiny, useless cock strains against your cage, every time you even think about touching yourself, you’ll fill up your diapers like a pathetic, helpless little baby.”“N-no!” Astolfo whimpered, not wanting to believe it. “N-nyah!”Celenike pressed her hand into the front of his diaper, pressing the damp padding into him and rubbing her palm in a circle, eliciting moans, and a second dribble of urine making the front of his diaper swell more.“Now, tell me you’re sorry,” she said, her hand still resting on his diaper, threatening to tease him more.“I’m sorry,” Astolfo assured her.She raised an eyebrow. “Do you still want to help that homunculus?”He shook his head emphatically. “N-no, master.”“Have you learned your lesson?”“Yes!”An evil grin crossed Celenike’s face. He was putty in her hands and they both knew it. She could have her fun, now, taking advantage while he was in no state to walk away, but there was still one more thing she wanted to do first.Reaching across him, she began untying the knots that held her servant down. There was still a folded piece of clothing at the foot of the table, between his legs, but he couldn’t see it over the bulk of his diaper, not until she untied his hands and had him sit up.“Get dressed,” she ordered, pointing at the clothing. At first glance, it looked like his usual clothes, and for a moment his expression brightened. No doubt he assumed he’d at least be able to conceal his diaper, hide it from the other servants beneath his dress.As he got to unsteady feet and unfolded the garment, though, his bright expression turned to dismay. The dress was similar to what Astolfo normally wore, but it was cut almost a foot shorter, and the gold that went around his neck was tighter, more snug, and with a ring welded to the front.“Huh?” he said, confused.“You didn’t think I wouldn’t want to show you off, did you?” Celenike taunted. “I want all the other servants to see exactly what happens when they step out of line. You’re useless to me as a Rider, now, but I can still make you worthwhile if your pathetic state keeps everyone else in line.”Astolfo looked down, where his old clothes were cut to tatters, regret plain. “If… if you say so.”She watched with evident glee as he set aside his cloak to don the new dress, pulling it over his head and tugging his long, pink braid through. Looking down, he tugged at the hem, but no matter how much he stretched it, it didn’t even cover the waistband of his diaper, let alone the plainly sodden padding around his crotch.As he pulled his cloak back over his shoulders, Celenike stepped up to him, hands around his neck, snapping the latch on the collar. It locked into place, tight around his neck, a constant reminder to Astolfo that he was her property.While he examined his new clothes and experimented with pulling his cloak around his body to hide the sodden diaper, Celenike retrieved the leash, a three foot length of pink leather that matched his hair.Stepping close, pressing her body against his, she whispered in his ear, “Who’s your master?”“Y-you are,” he said, and Celenike was delighted to hear a quiet hiss as he dribbled into his diaper in response to her touch. Knowing that she could turn him on with just a touch and a few words made Celenike thrill with the sense of domination.Gripping Astolfo’s lead tightly, she stepped back and pulled, forcing him to bend slightly and follow. The thick, swollen padding between his legs made him waddle, butt sticking out as he struggled to keep up with her fast, long strides.As weak as he was, she could have dragged him along, but she kept her pace at a speed where he could just barely stay upright, with much rustling and squelching along the way. Throwing open the door, she pulled him into the hallway.Her servant yelped as she pulled hard on the leash, pulling him along. “W-where are we going?” he asked, unable to even try and cover up his diaper as he waddled after her.“I called a little meeting,” Celenike said. “To talk about the insubordination problem.”“Who’s going to be there?” her servant asked. “Some other servants?”“Oh, sure, some other servants,” she said, slowing down and looking over her shoulder so she could watch his face. “All the other servants, in fact, and the other masters… I asked everyone to be there.”Astolfo whimpered, face turning bright red. He looked down at his diaper, then back up at her, the gravity of the situation dawning on him. Everyone was about to see.“N-no, please!” he started. “I’m sorry, master, I won’t do it ag-aaah!”She jerked on the lead, walking faster than ever down the hall, looking forward as she strutted along. “I know you’ve learned the price of betrayal, but I can’t let anyone else think they can get away with it.”He resisted her pull, but she was stronger than him by far. He was powerless to resist being dragged forward, mortified that someone would come down the hallways and see what was sagging around his waist.They reached an open meeting room and she tugged on the lead one last time, pulling him through the doors. Celenike heard him squeak in relief when he saw that the room was empty, but it was no surprise to her. She’d gotten there early on purpose.Walking him across the room, she pulled her servant to a raised platform, clipping the far end of his leash to the ground. The leash was a little shorter than he was, and it forced him to bend over in a submissive stance.Astolfo started to pull his cloak over his diaper, but Celenike was having none of it. Slapping the back of his diaper, she snapped, “If you try and hide, I’ll make you personally tell everyone what you’re wearing, servant. This is your fault. Show it off.”Meekly, he pulled his cloak back, displaying his yellowed diaper to the empty room.Celenike smiled, showing her teeth, and pulled up a seat at the table in front of her prize. Now, she just had to wait.When she’d asked for this meeting, she’d been planning on displaying Astolfo’s beaten, spanked body, but now she had something far better. Many servants wouldn’t be threatened by pain, but humiliation went a lot further.She didn’t have to wait long. Servants, legendary warriors all of them, started to trickle in. They were all surprised to see Astolfo, but they didn’t know the half of it. Other masters came in, and Celenike smiled at them, more than happy to show off what she’d done to her insolent Rider.As the room filled up, the blush on Astolfo’s face grew deeper and deeper, shame turning his face cherry red. Even then, though, he was too scared of retribution to hide his diaper.He had learned to be obedient, finally. Now, finally, Celenike could have her fun.As the room grew packed, she pushed up from her seat, flashing a sadistic smile at Astolfo before turning to address the room.“Some of you already know, my Rider tried to aid a homunculus, against my express orders. I called you here so that you could see exactly what happens when my servant is disobedient.”Strolling over to him, Celenike ran a finger around his collar, tracing the metal that was latched around his throat. “He used to be a warrior, but now he’s just a pathetic thing who can’t help but dribble in his diapers.From behind him, she put a hand on his chin and pushed down, forcing Astolfo to his knees and following him down. He made a little choking noise, but she ignored it, leaning in and planting sharp little kisses in a line up his neck. Whimpering, Astolfo tried to cover his diaper with his hands as his bladder released once more, making the padding sag. It was a pitiful way to cover up his accident, but even if it wasn’t fooling anyone, Celenike grabbed both his arms and twisted, forcing his wrists behind his back.Pinning his arms in place with one hand, she reached around her servant, showing him off to the murmuring crowd as she reached inside his diaper, stroking her fingers along the gaps in her servant’s cage.She could feel his cock strain against the metal, desperate to grow fully erect and to feel release, but the cold steel was more than sufficient to keep him contained. His impotent arousal caused a constant dribble of pee to flow into his diaper, letting everyone see as his padding grew more and more heavy and full, eliciting murmurs of surprise and amusement from the crowd.His moans of frustrated pleasure were loud enough to cut through the murmurs. His peers continued to watch, unable to look away from the humiliating display.No more waiting. Celenike pulled at the back of Astolfo’s hair, dragging him down onto his back, arms pinned beneath him. Holding him down, she stepped over him straddling his waist and grinding herself against his diaper.She could feel his cage through the squishy padding, a hard bulge that she sank her weight into, rocking up and down, groaning in pleasure herself as Astolfo continued to whimper and moan.Now that he was caged and helpless, Celenike had no reason to hold back and tease. She could focus on herself. Riding her servant at a gallop, she felt fire build inside her and her back arched in sensation, her pleasure equaled only by Astolfo’s frustration.Beneath her, he had given up any semblance of shame. Astolfo wriggled and squirmed, as though if he thrust into Celenike hard enough his cage would vanish and he’d get to achieve a climax.His diaper couldn’t take any more of the flood and started leaking, staining his clothes and his cloak, but Celenike didn’t care. Hands resting over his midsection, she pressed her hips down harder, building, getting closer, further-Astolfo found a release first, but instead of feeling bliss and satisfaction, he got only a sudden pressure on his bowels that he could do nothing to resist. Beneath her hands, Celenike felt the pressure build and then release in him as a solid, putrid mass was pushed into the seat of his diaper. Moans and whimpers were replaced with soft grunts of effort as the geis forced Astolfo to mess himself, and as he loaded up his diapers beyond their capacity, he was still trying to grind his caged cock into Celenike.She didn’t know if the bulging mess around the back of his padding was noticeable to anyone in the room, but the smell certainly was. A foul odor filled the room, announcing his loss of control to everyone standing nearby, and as he started to cry from the frustration and shame, Celenike cried out in sadistic pleasure.Leaning back, Celenike held tight to her mortified servant, holding still and trembling in delight as she rode him to a finish, complete satisfaction setting over her as Astolfo finished pushing out his mess.She held herself still for a few long breaths, savoring the moment, then stood. Pulling back her mussed hair, she faced the room. Most eyes were on Astolfo, who was still trying to squirm in his packed, leaking diaper, but a few were on his master, watching for what she would do next.Clearing her throat, Celenike announced, “Let that be a lesson, then. If you don’t obey, then your only use is as a plaything. Understood?”The room was still, and almost silent. A few servants, those who’d never liked Astolfo, were smirking or even chuckling quietly. A few others were blushing sympathetically. Astolfo himself was desperately pawing at his diaper, seeking the near-release he’d felt a moment before. The point had been made. If anyone crossed her, she would destroy them completely.Walking to the door, Celenike said, “And, someone make sure he’s delivered to my room. I’m not done with him yet.” If you enjoyed this, consider checking out my Patreon, or just following me on Twitter or DeviantArt, and please let me know what you thought!

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Hey! I'm. not sure this is really relivant....but it might be. With the current situation with the virus and China in veneral, my thought was about the fact that most everything is manufactured in China these days. The virus isn't helping at all, and the Chinese economy in general is deteriorating badly, so I' m wondering where manufacturers and sellers of disposables will go or do about the situation. It's not like you can just take a diaper machine, pick up and go somewhere else!! There is a strong chance that supplies of our beloved disposables might start to become scarce due to what is happening over seas. I'm not " fear- mongering" or anything, just passing along a concern that things are changing and precautions or changes of suppiles or products might be in order in the near future. Thought I do enjoy the various brands of disposables I have tried, my preference is cloth prefolds, so in general I'm not ☺worried as I have plenty of cloth diapers to keep me padded and happy for a long time, but I know thats not the case with everyone.... Just some precautions and forward thinking......or not. Might be just blowing bubbles in my pond and not worth listening to, or it could turn out to be a real problem for some..... Just thinking. Qwack

Hey everyone! I know a lot of people wondered where this story went and I want to let everyone know I really needed to edit this story. I only started writing around 6 months ago and I am still learning a lot. I am trying my best to become the best writers I can and I have such a wonderful teacher helping me currently. I have edited the story out and I am thinking that it will be a lot easier to read and know whats going on. Please Enjoy! Chapter 1: Anna stared looking into the mirror in her room she smiled with excitement looking over her graduation gown knowing the day had finally came. She was finally leaving the hell hole which gave her a sense of hope that she would never have to deal with Bethany ever again. Anna’s mind began to play what felt like a broken record through her mind as she thought back to all the terrible things the girl had put her through. She thought back to one in particular where she was standing in the girls bathroom in gym class and Bethany had pushed her into one of sinks landing in a puddle of water as Bethany yelled for the other girls to come into the room as they all chanted that she had wet her panties. She tried to tell them what really happened, but Bethany’s popularity always powered through the truth. Anna wasn’t even hearing the door open as the sound of her mother wasn’t even being picked up by her mind as she jumped feeling a hand being placed onto her shoulder. She turned around to see her mother behind her looking with a bit of worry asking, “is everything ok?” Anna nodded to her mother saying, “just ready to get this day over with” Ms. Giles smiled to her daughter asking “is this about Bethany?” as Anna slowly nodded. Ms. Giles smiled at her daughter beginning to take a seat on her daughter’s bed patting the bed motioning for her to come take a seat. Anna smiled at her mother who felt like she was the only friend she ever had growing up and walked over and sat next to her. Ms. Giles smiled saying “my little girl is finally growing up and I think when you start your intern program next week your mind will begin to get off everything Bethany had ever put you through” Anna shrugged her shoulders saying “hopefully” Ms. Giles rubbed her daughters back saying “girls like Bethany have a lot of growing up to do and when she realizes what the real world is like she is going to have a tough time adjusting” Anna smiled at her mother asking “you think so?” Ms. Giles nodded at her daughter saying “I know so, besides what is that spoiled brat evening majoring in college in?” Anna remembered back to her day in class where everyone spoke what they were going to major in or do after graduation. “Bethany said she was going to become a model” Ms. Giles giggled at her daughter as Anna asked, “what was so funny?” “it kind of makes since for that little tramp to do something that takes no knowledge” as they both laughed. Anna looked at her mother reaching in for a big hug telling her “how much she loved her” Ms. Giles returned the hug telling her “always and that they needed to get her to her ceremony” Anna walked to her dresser to grab her camera and followed her mother out of the room. After Anna walked over and had finally gotten her diploma, she listened to giggles coming from the front seats staring down at Bethany who couldn’t help but yell out a word she didn’t like, the word “freak” as Anna took her seat. She began to feel emotionally depressed like she had for most of the year as she looked over at her mother who smiled knowing that she was right about what she said earlier. She was just so ready to start her internship and to get away from all this as the principle of the school congratulated her and her class and they all tossed their caps officially making them graduates. Anna quickly hurried over to her mother telling her that she was ready to leave as Ms. Giles saw how upset her daughter was hoping that it would get better before getting worse. 2 years later Anna had music blaring in her music as she stared at all her recent photos she had taken inside her black room. She stared at how beautiful her recent work was knowing how far she had come since her high school days. She tried to never think about them anymore and only tried to look towards the future and knew her last day of her internship was today and she would officially be a professional. She was focusing so hard on the photos she was developing not even hearing the door behind her open as her teacher Mr. Sparks walked inside. Anna felt one of her ear buds leave her ear and quickly turned around to see her teacher smiling at her and her pictures telling her “how amazing everything look” as Anna smiled thanking him. He grabbed a photo of a small child she had recently taken when she was working her side job at a local daycare and was amazed to see how everything had developed in the picture and spoke telling her “you have come so far Anna and I am going to hate to lose you, are you applying anywhere?” Anna shook her head telling him “I am still looking unfortunately, but my mother’s sister owns a modeling agency back home and I may try to get in with her.” Mr. Spark smiled at Anna telling her “I am sure they would love to have you after they see all of your amazing photos” Anna smiled thanking her teacher before giving him one last hug saying, “I will have to stop by after I get settled down" “I would like that” Anna finished developing her photos after Mr. Sparks had left the room she continued thinking about her job at the daycare wondering to herself if maybe her aunt could help her get a job working with children or even babies, but her mind began to think she never really knew what her aunt Melissa’s studio did and began to think back to the last time she saw her, but remembered she hadn’t seen her since she was at least 10 or 11. She smiled as the last of her photos watching as they finished developing and hung them to dry. She began to wonder what life outside of school was going to be like but knew she had come so far to let anything from keeping her away from her dreams. She walked out of the dark room and out of the classroom door knowing she needed to get to her dorm. She opened her door to see the once full room now compacted down to just a suitcase and carried the bag out of the room and towards her car. After getting her luggage strapped into her car, she pulled out her phone to see she had a missed call from her mother and began to tell herself she would call her on the way home. It had been a whole year since the last time she had spoken to her mother and knew her mother would be shocked when she would see her. It’s kind of weird to think, but it felt like she had hit puberty late and she had grown almost a foot taller and had much larger breast. She began to wonder if her mother would even recognize her or even anybody in her old town. She walked back inside the classroom and into the black room seeing her photos had finished drying and tossed them all into her photo box. She looked around the room one last time knowing how much she was going to miss this place as she flipped the switch and walked out the room. She didn’t even see Mr. Spark waiting for her outside the door and almost ran into him as she spoke saying “I am going to really miss this place” as Mr. Sparks smiled saying “were going to miss you Anna, but we know you’re going to do big things” as Anna smiled giving her teacher one last hug goodbye as Mr. Sparks handed Anna a large picture frame. She about cried seeing her name written on the diploma seeing she had finally graduated and knew her last seconds were coming to an end at the school and thanked her teacher for everything as she walked out of the classroom and towards her car. Anna put her new diploma along with her camera bag and picture box in the back seat and buckled herself in ready to get home to start her career wherever it would take her. Anna began to think about the last time she had went home and knew her old house hadn’t changed much, but slowly wondered what her mother was going to think when she saw how much she had grown since she had seen her. It took her almost 2 hours to reach her city limits smiling knowing she had finally made it back home. She looked around her old city looking at all the mom and pop shops and her old high school still in the same place as the thoughts of her tormentor Bethany filled her thoughts, but Anna wasn’t going to allow her to take control of her again and shook them off as she finally made it into her old neighborhood noticing nothing new and pulled into the driveway. She put her car into park grabbing only her camera and photo box feeling exhausted from the drive and told herself she could get her bag in a little while. She opened her front door and walked inside not hearing anything coming from inside as she turned to walk into her leaving room as a multitude of people jumped from different directions yelling “surprise” as Anna jumped looking around the room to see her mother and the rest of her family even her aunt Melissa. She couldn’t help but smile as her mother was now in her face saying “I wanted to throw you a surprise graduation party!” as Anna hugged her mother thanking her for this as Ms. Giles hugged her now taller daughter asking “did you grow since I last saw you?” Anna giggled saying “we have a lot to talk about momma.” Anna was glad she didn’t have that large of a family but was happy to have the ones that came here as her eyes made their way over towards her aunt Melissa who was pouring herself a glass of wine. She walked over to her with her camera and photos still in hand and spoke saying “hey Melissa”. Melissa turned around to see her niece standing behind her and spoke saying “hello Anna, it has been such a long-time since I have seen you” Anna laughed at her aunt’s comment saying, “almost 10 years” Melissa couldn’t believe it had been so long and asked, “has it really been that long?” as Anna nodded. Anna stared smiling at her aunt knowing she needed to stop beating around the bush and finally spoke saying “so mom told me years back that you owned some type of modeling studio?” Melissa giggled saying “she did, did she” Anna nodded waiting for her aunt to stop smiling and listened as she spoke telling her “I am guessing now that my niece is a photographer she is wondering if I can help her with a job?” Anna nodded nervously fumbling with the photo box in her hand pulling out some of her recent photos she had taken from the daycare and handed them to her aunt saying “these are some I recently took at my last job” Melissa took the photos seeing the children and babies in each photo asking, “did you work at a daycare?” Anna nodded telling her “I kind of have a thing for childcare” Melissa giggled telling her “I think I may be able to get you a position at my studio” Anna's eyes grew wide and spoke with pure joy saying “really” “I would love for you to come by tomorrow while were shooting and you can meet some people and see the type of things we do” Anna felt butterflies going through her spine thanking her aunt and wrapping her arms around her and giving her a hug. Anna couldn’t believe that this was really happening watching her aunt writing down the address of the studio on a piece of paper and handing it to her and explaining to her “be there at 8 and tell them your with Melissa Giles” Anna nodded thanking her aunt once again Melissa smiled telling her “your welcome Anna” as she watched her walk away. She felt like her heart was beating a million miles an hour and couldn’t believe she had a possible job tomorrow so quickly and began to wonder what her mother was going to think if she was going to work with her sister. After the party had settled down and everyone went home she watched her mother wave good bye to her last relative as she turned around to stare at her saying “I am so happy to have my little girl home or should I say big girl” as both of them laughed at one another. Anna smiled at her mother saying “I have really missed you mom and we have a lot of catching up to do" as they made their way into the kitchen. She knew her mother wasn’t fond of her sister very much, but never really understood why and began to wonder how she was going to explain tomorrow as her mother walked to the fridge asking, “can I get you something to drink?” Anna shook her head saying “mom, I really need to talk to you about something” Jackie Giles turned around and saw the worried look in her daughters eye and walked to the table and sat down asking “what’s wrong sweety?” “Mom I know we have some catching up to do, but I may have possibly my first real job tomorrow and I want to ask you if you know anything about it” Ms. Giles asked her daughter “who is the job with?” Anna nervously bit her lip saying, “your sister Melissa”. Jackie stared at her daughter saying “Anna I know you chose the photography scene and I figured this conversation may come up one day so if you think I am upset with you about talking to Melissa I’m not, my sister owns a business that runs something that isn’t very respectable, but that was also 10 years ago” Anna began to wonder what she was talking about asking “what do you mean not respectable?” Jackie sighed saying “your aunt Melissa ran a porn studio” Anna stared wide eyed at her mother saying “seriously?” “yes, that’s why we never really spoke in a while, are mother wasn’t happy about it and she felt like your aunt was a disgrace to our family” Anna looked down starting to wonder if going tomorrow was such a good idea as her mother saw her down look and spoke saying “I still think you should go tomorrow” Anna spoke asking “seriously?” “I do and even if you work in that line of work you will always be my daughter and I will love you with whatever work you choose to do.” Anna felt so overjoyed and got out of her chair and walked around giving her mother a hug telling her “how much she loved her and that she was going to give tomorrow a shot and who knows her aunt might be shooting something totally different now” “your probably right, how about we get some pizza and you can tell me all about school” Anna smiled opening the photo box and pulled out the photos she had taken over the last year and watched as her mother picked up the phone to place the order knowing tomorrow was going to be a total new adventure.

As the tech problem appears to have lost this story completely I have reposted the first four chapters in one go. I shall hopefully be adding more as we go along but I suppose we need to make sure this is all working again. I've missed keeping up with all the fab stories and looking for old ones that are quite brilliant. ############################################ My 18th Birthday “Stoopid, stoopid, stoooooopid,” I was so angry with myself for letting it happen. I was rapping my knuckles on my forehead, shouting and scowling at myself because I just couldn’t believe how stupid I’d been. I know I’m not the brightest person in the world but I should have caught on sooner and I wouldn’t be in the mess, literally, that I was now… sitting in. With a thick diaper stuck to my body, I disliked immensely the way the poop engulfed everything and made me feel both dirty and queasy. It didn’t help that I was being chastised for being “A dirty little baby” and made to feel that was all that I would ever achieve. Banging my head wasn’t helping as it hurt. I sat shaking in my pile of poo unable to do much else and began, as I so often did these past few days, to cry. No doubt I looked the picture of abject misery but, this is what the people had wanted and they were getting just that from my current display. * My name is Benjamin or Ben, never Benjy as I’ve always thought that sounded so childish. My parents are both quite high achievers in their respective fields; mom being an art historian and dad being a Biotech company CEO. My older sister, Gwyneth had her first book published when she was sixteen, her second did quite well and her third, Smart Moves, had recently been optioned for a movie. I on the other hand am basically just that, basic. I have no conspicuous talent. I cannot play sports very well (although I’m always game for a … game) and my academic achievements had me constantly in the bottom half-dozen or so. It wasn’t that I didn’t try, Hell; I never stopped trying as I had a great deal to live up to but I just wasn’t clever enough. Simply put, compared to the rest of my family I am DUMB, not gifted in anyway but, on the plus side, I would try anything if I could. Whereas the rest of my family have terrific jobs I’m stacking produce at our local superstore. It’s boring and doesn’t pay well; a group of Mexicans, East Europeans and me all work for minimum pay just so we have a job to our name. It probably is about the only thing I can do without mucking up but I’d like something better. But hey, look around you – do you see loads of bosses desperate to give high paying jobs away to the likes of me? You get what you’re given and like it… or at least don’t complain about it. I’ve heard being described by my parents as ‘over-emotional’ (although it’s always said as a whisper and as if I wasn’t even in the room). Obviously it is a somewhat dismissive term but I’m not sure I know why being ‘over-emotional’ is a bad thing. OK, I admit that I can cry at seeing kittens and puppies playing (in fact any baby creatures immediately win my heart) but it’s out of joy. I know I’ve been known to cry at some awful news story where people have been hurt or killed and I also seem to identify with the images of the starving across the world and yes, I am emotional and get upset about any form of violence. For a guy my age I watch very little TV because I find it too violent and the same with computer games. My friends, those few I have, think I’m weird and a bit of a ‘softie’ (although I’m sure they say much worse). OK. So I’m still living at home with Mom and Dad, when they are here, otherwise I’m shipped off to my clever author sister while they are away on business, vacation or whatever as they don’t trust me not to wreck or set fire the house if I’m left to my own devices. Chance would be a fine thing. * It was approaching my 18th Birthday and I was looking forward to some kind of celebration as all my other (few) friends had huge parties when they had reached this magical age. Alas, both my parents would be away on business for a month and my sister wasn’t interested in giving me a party. I suggested we go out for a meal, or something, but she’d just had some bad news herself and was in no mood for any kind of celebration. Gwyneth had just found out that her boyfriend of three years had recently sired a baby with another girl, whilst my sister had just lost her own. Her house was no place for merriment and I was happy to spend as much time as I could stacking shelves and collecting trolleys just so I wasn’t around her too much. However, one late night I saw her looking through an album of old photographs. She was smiling at a page that had some rather cute pictures of me. The one she was particularly happy about was of me, I must have been barely one year-old, sleeping and cuddling my teddy bear (Teddy), whilst wearing only a particularly thick and well-pinned diaper. My blue pacifier seemed to cover half my face but I looked so happy and contented hugging Teddy tightly. According to Gwyneth, I was always a happy, chirpy little baby, always smiling and rocking in my diaper or crawling around on some expedition that ended with me back where I started. * Eventually, as we settled together on the sofa she asked, with an air of sadness, regret and nostalgia, what it was that I missed most about my childhood. I shrugged and looked at the album, the page still open at me and my teddy bear. “That.” I said emphatically. “I miss having something to cuddle.” When I was five years-old my parents, no doubt thinking it was for my own good (or something they had read somewhere) decided to get rid of all my childish notions by throwing out all my baby toys and mementoes. Teddy went with the rest of the stuff to the goodwill store and I never saw him again. I was devastated and I know for weeks after I’d wake up wet both from crying so much and peeing the bed. The last thing they wanted to do was put me back in diapers (it was against the very concept of my growing up) but mom would only put up with wet sheets for a couple of days before she insisted I wear disposables on a night. Oddly enough, these became my comfort for the next few months until I was gradually weaned off my loss of Teddy and eventually back into pjs. Gwyneth took another look at the photo I was still pointing at. “You do look particularly sweet,” she said nodding at the photo and then half to herself, “perhaps I should get you something special for your birthday after all?” Now I love my sister, in fact, I love everybody. I try not to be nasty to anyone and I go out of my way to be respectful to my seniors (Gwyneth is six years older than me) and try and do what I can to help if they are in difficulties or provide a cheerful word if they look like they might need one. I’m no Good Samaritan but I do help out at charity events and the church if they need any volunteers. At work, on their charity day, I was helping run the crèche, organise the free food and dress up as a clown to entertain the children. I got extra credit for all my efforts and was able to get an extra 5% off anything I bought in the store that week. Alas, I had no money and there was nothing I wanted. * As my 18th birthday approached I noticed that Gwyneth’s mood improved, as if in some way my reaching this age had cheered her up. I was glad to see her a lot happier and we chatted long into the night about silly stuff and our family. She was telling me that at the moment she had a sort of ‘writer’s block’ (which after all she’d been through I could understand) and that she was glad she had her ‘little brother’ to keep her company through this trying time. I felt sorry for her having to go through all that but was pleased that I was there and in some way help. Perhaps my parents hadn’t been quite as selfish as I’d thought in not letting me stay at home on my own. The guys at work had bought me celebratory cake for my birthday, which we wolfed down in our lunch break. I received a card signed by them all and also received a load of pats on the back and ‘well dones’ throughout the day. You’re probably wondering why I wasn’t out with my friends or girlfriend, well, I don’t have that many friends and most girls are only interested in a guy with a car and I didn’t fall into that particular category. When I got home the mailman had been but I got not so much as a card from mom and dad. I suppose they were too busy but you’d think… wouldn’t you? Thankfully, Gwyneth had remembered and not only got me a card but a present. * It was the biggest teddy bear I’d ever seen. It was slightly bigger than me and had this huge blue bow around its neck just like Teddy had. At first I thought ‘what a stupid gift’ but then I remembered our conversation from a few days previously and, ever thoughtful, she had actually bought me something she thought I’d love. As I stroked his soft fleecy bulk (yes I named him Teddy as I’m that imaginative), his glassy eyes and stitched on smile won me over and I couldn’t stop cuddling him… he was so soft and… wonderful. Gwyneth was delighted that I was happy and we sat and had a meal that she had specially prepared. She even offered me a glass of a rather nice chilled white wine, which for once didn’t taste of warm sour apples like I’d had in the past, although I really wasn’t much of a drinker. After two rather large glasses I was quite giggly and Gwyneth was very entertaining. She took a few photographs on her phone of me and Teddy cuddling and kissing (yes I know but I’d had a couple of drinks) and she thought how delightful we both looked. Then she said she had an idea and wondered if I’d be up for a dare. I wasn’t sure where this was going but, with my inhibitions loosened by the wine, nodded and she suggested we recreate that image of me of when I was one year old. * I laughed out loud. She laughed along with me and then said that perhaps, we should ask Teddy? “OK Teddy, you huge cuddlesome beast,” she giggled like she was a seven year-old, “should Benjy…” Now I giggled like a toddler as I looked into Teddy’s eyes half expecting him to actually reply. His huge furry face and soft welcoming body oozed love and friendliness… this was a Teddy who would always be there for you… for me… and would never steer me wrong. “… should Benjy accept the dare?” She nodded then looked at me who was watching her and then looked back at Teddy. Suddenly she leapt up and gave a little shout “There,” she said emphatically, “he just nodded.” I looked back at Teddy and there was no doubt that his smile appeared to have got broader (though this might be down to the influence of alcohol on my brain) and he was nodding (again this might have been down to my sister pushing him with an unseen hand), either way, it was conclusive. Teddy wanted me to re-enact my photo. * I started cuddling him but Gwyneth said that I had to change first. I wasn’t too sure what she meant but she told me to follow her to her room. “OK, let’s do this correctly,” she slurred slightly, “We need you dressed properly.” I wasn’t sure what was about to happen but I was enjoying the silliness of the situation so went along with it. “Take off your clothes,” she waved her hand in the direction of them, “and lay down on my bed.” I was a little bit shocked at the suggestion but it was my sister and she wouldn’t be seeing anything she hadn’t seen thousands of times before, which she reminded me of as I slowly pulled off my shirt and dropped my jeans. “Yesshh, and your boxers,” she went off in search of something in the bathroom. Reluctantly, I slid them to the floor and then playfully kicked them off. They landed on a lampshade, which immediately made me start to giggle even more. “Now I’m an accurate kicker,” I half grumbled to myself. “Why wasn’t I that good when I played soccer and there were other people around?” * I lay out naked on the soft, feather-filled, cream and blue duvet that covered her bed and awaited her return; my bare dick not displaying any of its usual feistiness like it often did when it came to being free of clothing. I stroked it a couple of times but thankfully it wasn’t playing and at that point Gwyneth arrived back in the room carrying a thick towel and I guilty let go of my prized ‘toy’. “I’ll get you something else to play with later,” she mocked as she pretended to slap away my hand. I realised what she was going to do and thought “Why not go all the way?” so let her fold it into shape and slip it under my bum… although before pinning it into place she sprinkled some baby powder all over me. “Now you even smell the part,” she was smiling and that had me responding in the same way as I quite like the smell of talcum powder. Nakedness between us has never been a problem. Nudity was never shameful in our family and it was just ‘normal’ that we wondered from bedroom to bathroom naked as it was wearing something. As we grew up we didn’t hide ourselves from each other so it was really no big deal for her to see my genitals, though perhaps not so close up. Even though she hadn’t lived at home for a couple of years now I wasn’t bothered as she rubbed the powder in and then tightly pulled the towel up between my legs and pinned it into place. She pulled me to my feet and let me look at myself in the mirror. I was amazed at how thick the towel fashioned as a diaper appeared but, and I have to hand this to my sister, it looked exactly like the one I was wearing as a baby all those years ago. She was smiling. “Let’s go show it off to Teddy… see what he thinks off his little friend… his little Benjy.” **** Part 2 Though it’s a name I never really liked, Benjy just seemed appropriate at that moment. She took my hand and guided me back to Teddy who once again seemed more than happy to see me, even dressed as I was. Gwyneth was keen that we should cuddle on the floor (not me and her, me and Teddy) so she could get another photograph. He was so cosy and soft it was like falling into warm butter and, as I squeezed him tightly, his furry arms appeared to embrace me at the same time. There is something very satisfying about a soft, yielding bear that welcomes you into its arms and responds with soft fleecy tickles to your naked body. Everywhere his fur touched produced a wonderful sensation; little ripples of giggly pleasure and velvety reassurance added together with delicate caresses made me feel very safe... and very loved. There was one thing missing and I was surprised when Gwyneth suddenly produced the finishing touch. She slipped a huge blue pacifier between my lips, which I had no idea how she got or where it came from. At that moment I didn’t question anything as Gwyneth started organising and taking her snaps. It was no problem snuggling with Teddy and to tell you the truth I was thoroughly enjoying myself. This was the most intimate contact I’d had with anyone (or anything) since, well, since I was five and had my final cuddle with the original Teddy… and I appreciated this renewed relationship. * The room was warm and I was comfortable wearing only a made-up diaper. It fitted tightly so wasn’t falling down every few seconds and once Gwyneth had finished taking her photos, we settled down to finish our meal, well dessert actually. It was nothing special except a rather colourful ice-cream medley. We decided to have it sitting on the sofa whilst watching a late night movie. Teddy was just too big to sit with us so he sat at my bare feet, tickling them every time I brushed against him, which I did regularly, so I was smiling when my sister brought in the dessert in a bowl. She then did something we’d never done before; she fed me spoonsful of the stuff in between taking the odd mouthful for herself. It was a lovely tender and unexpected moment. At one point we were in fits of laughter because she’d offered some to Teddy only for him to turn it down. I think she sneakily nudged his head so it looked like he was refusing the creamy delight. “Well I suppose someone’s got to think of their figure,” she shrugged and we both sniggered like tots at that. The movie was boring and the wine had made me very tired so I excused myself and brought my 18th birthday celebrations to a close. Gwyneth gave me a ‘goodnight’ peck and I thanked her for a great fun night (I had actually enjoyed what we’d done together it was so unlike anything we’d ever done before) as she patted my diapered bum and jokingly said I wasn’t to wet, but if I was going to, then at least I was dressed accordingly. I laughed as I began to trundle to my room but she called me back and asked if I wasn’t forgetting somebody? Of course, Teddy. I picked him up, for such a huge animal he was incredibly light to carry, and we toddled off to bed. It felt strange having the thickness of the diaper between my legs but with Teddy by my side I wasn’t worried, I dreamily thought he’d protect me from whatever the darkness brought. He was my friend and oddly enough the diaper seemed to make everything feel as it should be. Maybe it was the memory of how comforting diapers had been after I lost Teddy the first time that made me not worry as to the way I was dressed. We climbed on top of the sheets together and it was so nice sinking into bed with someone else, even if that someone was Teddy. He was warm and welcoming and it wasn’t long before, clutched in his paws (and him mine) we were dead to the world. * I woke up from a particularly heavy night’s sleep. I was slightly woozy but I was still clutching hold of Teddy, I smiled and thanked him for keeping me safe. I lay there for a few minutes enjoying the sensation of Teddy against my skin when I became aware of the thickness between my legs. I pulled back the thin piece of sheet partially covering us both and saw the towel hanging loosely around my hips. I was quite impressed that I’d been able to sleep with such an unusual thing wrapped around me but apparently, it had made no difference to how I slept. Then I suddenly wondered if I’d wet myself. I didn’t feel wet but… I slipped my hand across the front and thankfully that all felt dry, then, furtively, I slipped it down the front and checked around my dick. “Dry”, I sighed with relief. I got up, went to the bathroom and had a nice long shower. I could hear Gwyneth pottering around downstairs and was really pleased with the way we’d celebrated my birthday. As the shower grew warmer I was thinking it was a birthday I’d never forget and beamed enthusiastically at the thought of what we’d done. It had been madly childish but I now had a new Teddy and although I was eighteen, I wasn’t going to let my parents or anyone else send him to the goodwill store. * Dressed in shorts and t-shirt I wandered downstairs. I had four days off until I was scheduled to go back into work so I was being comfortable and relaxed. The store uniform was a tight-fitting green polyester ensemble of trousers and a shirt; with my name and ‘CAN I HELP’ written across the left breast, it wasn’t the most comfortable thing to wear but no one could pretend I wasn’t staff. Anyway, it was something I was always happy to ditch the moment I got home and slip into my favourite casual clothing, which is what I now wore as I wondered into the kitchen. Gwyneth was making coffee, smiling and humming to herself. We exchanged the usual pleasantries but I detected a grin on her face, which meant she was up to something. “What are you smiling about,” I enquired. “Oh, nothing much except I did something last night I’m… er… surprised at the results.” She smiled but looked down as if she had a guilty secret. “Yes, it was pretty strange wasn’t it… oh… and that reminds me… I’ve put the diaper in the bin. It’s not wet. Well it is but I… er… just dried myself on it.” I said quickly defending myself against any thoughts to the contrary she might have. Her face brightened up. “No seriously. I didn’t pee my diaper, honest. I just used what was nearby when I climbed out of the shower.” I stammered. She could see I was getting slightly agitated over nothing but that smile was still there. “I believe you,” she tried to calm me and put her hand over mine. “Anyway, I’m talking about something else.” And she flipped open the laptop that lay in front of her. “See,” she pointed to a Facebook page that had an image of me as a one year-old and me as an eighteen year-old, side by side hugging teddies, with pacis in our mouth and wearing diapers. She’d put the damn image from last night online. I was mortified. Not only that but as a joke she had swapped the caption underneath so it read “Benjy at 18” under the image of me at one year-old and “Benjy at 1” under the other. “Take it down.” She was still smiling. “Please, Gwyneth, take it down before anyone sees it… I… I…” “Too late for that I’m afraid.” The smile never left her face as she pointed to the fact that there were 207 Likes and 44 Comments… all of which Gwyneth assured me were positive. I put my head in my hands and wondered what I should do. I’ve never been any good at getting angry and I don’t think I’ve ever lost my temper with Gwyneth so I was stumped for how I should really respond. All I could think about was the guys at work seeing it and them constantly referring to it. It was a good thing I had so few friends, I wasn’t on Facebook because of that, but she told me she’d set one up just for me. Also, she informed me that I was now ‘trending’, whatever that was, and the next time I looked the Facebook page had gone up to 297 Likes and 61 comments. * I sat quietly sipping my coffee but unable to eat anything at that moment. I had filled-up and I was desperately trying to hold back my emotions. I wondered what had possessed her to do such a thing but as she was sat typing away I thought perhaps it had helped her get past her writers block. She pressed the ‘enter’ key and sat back relieved as if she’d just completed an enormous task. “Have you unblocked yourself,” I asked rather ineptly (and weepily). She looked at me pondering what I meant, “Can you now write… have you got over not having a story or… whatever…?” She smiled and said that she now had an idea but that it would need my help to see where it led. She was trying to cheer me up and dig me out of my ‘emotional’ state with a bit of enthusiasm. She speculated that it might be a terrific change of style for her but needed my involvement and hoped I’d be up for it. I was still nursing my bruised and emotional ego; I didn’t really want 297… no it was now 314… people to think of me as a baby but I suppose it did no real harm. After all, I had so few friends to worry over and in fact, my parents and my sister were the only people I really had anything to do with. I liked the guys at work but… well… it was work; it wasn’t like we socialised much. Even school mates were few and far between, I only saw them when they were back from college or university or where ever. “I’ve just uploaded a few more images of you from last night to the page…” she spun the screen for me to see, “and already people are clicking the ‘Like’ button.” * Although I was frustrated with her attitude my sister had furnished me with something else for my birthday, something I would never even have thought about, my own Facebook page. As I watched the screen I was amazed to see the number of Likes and Comments that kept appearing. She smiled at my stunned expression and suggested that I should read some of them. I had no idea how to go about it but she pointed out how many Likes each image was receiving and clicked on a box that let me see the comments. Most were very positive: “Oooo look at the lickle babe”, “What a sweet innocent picture”, “Lovely idea”, “What a nice boy” and similar things. However, there were one or two more intense messages. Gwyneth tapped the screen. “I think maybe later we should take a look at these suggestions and see where they lead.” I shook my head and told her I didn’t think so but she begged me to reconsider as she thought it would make an interesting part to a new novel she was just beginning to envisage. This, she promised, would get her back on track as she could already feel her creative juices flowing. I still doubted the wisdom of getting involved but she told me that I would be credited at the front of the book for my ‘inspiration’. OK, she got me. How could I refuse my sister and such an opportunity to be recognised as someone who had given a successful author ‘inspiration’? * As I sat at her laptop reading the various messages she told me, as she slipped on her coat, collected her car keys and headed for the door, not to reply to any comment just yet. I just shrugged but I have to admit that my curiosity was aroused by just how many people, now standing at over 400 Likes and 83 Comments, felt the need to acknowledge my photographs. I know I was looking like a happy teenager playing with a huge teddy bear and wearing just a diaper but I couldn’t get over why that should create such attention. “Where you going?” I eventually managed to break away from the screen. “Just to get a few things from the store, I shouldn’t be long.” She smiled. “There’s plenty of juice in the fridge if you’d rather have that than coffee… and there are some English muffin’s if you want something to eat.” “OK, see you soon.” I did prefer juice and poured myself a lovely long cool glass of OJ before putting the muffins in the toaster. I grabbed the butter and strawberry jelly and sat at the laptop waiting for the toaster to do its job, the screen had gone blank and wasn’t sure whether I should touch it to try and get my pages back. I was curious to see how things had developed since I’d last looked. I waited until I’d finished my breakfast before I examined the screen again and hoped that by touching one of the keys I didn’t erase all of Gwyneth’s work. * A list of recently visited sites appeared and I was distracted to see that the latest one was YouTube. This was perhaps one of my favourite sites because of all the cute animal clips that seemed to occupy most of its content. I decided I’d like to see some playful kittens to cheer myself up and pressed on the key. It went straight to a clip of a big baby rolling around the floor with a huge teddy. Oh no, it was me. The clip started on my diaper pins and slowly pulled out to reveal, well, everything. To begin with my face was hidden by the big paci and it could have been anybody but as I played with Teddy and moved around the floor hugging and kissing him I became more and more identifiable. My mouth went dry, it was if I’d never even drunk that OJ, and I stared at the screen mesmerised by my actions. There was absolutely no doubt I was having fun, diaper or not, and from the occasional looks to the camera you could tell I was in my element. As I watched my body went clammy and I could feel those emotions of mine rising to the surface. As I happily played my diapered bottom appeared to be the main focus of attention – just what the hell was Gwyneth thinking? There were three different clips; two of me playing with Teddy and one of me sleeping with Teddy, which I didn’t even know she’d recorded. In fact, I didn’t know she’d recorded anything I thought she was just taking photos with her phone. There I was, happily snuggling Teddy with my arms wrapped around him, paci hanging slightly out of my mouth fast asleep and my white padded bottom looking quite prominent against the dark blue of my sheets. I wondered why so many people had commented and noticed that the clips had, even after just such a short space of time, received more than 3200 hits. There was a link to the Facebook page but now I was dreading reading the comments as I was sure they would be calling me a perv… or worse. I filled up with tears and cried because I didn’t know what I could do, I thought such notoriety would make me a laughing stock in town, perhaps lose my job and I’d never be able to look people in the eye again. * My bottom lip was still trembling when Gwyneth arrived back home. I hadn’t moved from staring at the screen because I was simply mesmerised by the images. She could see I was disturbed and dropped the bundle of packages she was carrying and came over to comfort me. The sobbing became a full blown wail as I buried my head in her bosom and kept on asking her “Why?” I assumed she hadn’t done it to hurt me but I couldn’t figure out why she would do such a thing. After a few minutes I calmed down and I looked at my sister through tear-stained eyes. She hugged me again and asked why I was crying. I was speechless that she could ask such a question so just pointed to the screen. “Yes, it’s you…” she asked with concern, “but why are you crying?” “What… what… what will…” I sniffed, “what will people think?” She just shook her head slightly. “They’ll think that there’s something wrong with me… they’ll think I’m…” I couldn’t finish my thoughts as I was overcome once again with a huge sob that gripped my throat and left me shaking my head in disbelief. “Tell me,” Gwyneth was now all very serious, “aren’t those really tears of happiness?” I looked at her in disbelief. “You’re eighteen. Eighteen,” she emphasised, “and” she pointed at the screen, “that’s the first time I’ve seen you truly happy in many-a-year.” There was no doubt about it those images were of me genuinely happy. When I was playing with Teddy I simply didn’t have another thought in my head apart from having a fun time with him. But I wondered, what might others think of an eighteen year-old running around in a towel… that’s a diaper? Gwyneth hugged me once more. “You, my sweet little Benjy, needed something. I wasn’t sure what to begin with but, and I’m sorry to say this to my little brother but, you needed a kick up the arse for you to start living.” I was stunned at what she was saying. “You are eighteen and just coasting through life. You have a miserable job…” I interrupted her and said that at least I had a job. “Yes you do, and I’m sure it’s fine in many ways but… I’ve never seen you actually happy for so long now. You seem to have few, if any, friends and mom and dad are no real help to encourage you…” The enormity of what she was saying suddenly gripped me and I felt that huge sob I’d been holding back in the pit of my stomach come out with force. I hung onto Gwyneth as I wailed and wailed, not this time because I was worried about what others might think but because she was correct. ***** Part 3 Later, when I’d calmed down, Gwyneth told me her thinking. She said that from the moment I saw the photo of me with Teddy as a baby there was an immediate change of expression on my face; wistful, thoughtful, with a touch of longing. She wasn’t sure but thought Teddy made me happy. I began to think back - certainly that time in my life, when I wasn’t regarded as anything but a toddler, when I didn’t have to prove myself and just enjoy my childhood… I was like everyone else my age… a little kid revelling in what was around him... I was happy. She went into a great deal of detail about how I tried so hard to live up to my parent’s expectations; they were of the opinion that kids should grow up quick and had little time for games and play – ‘read and learn’ was their philosophy. Unfortunately, those were the very things Gwyneth was most happy doing but I just couldn’t get to grips with. Reading and numbers just weren’t for me and I wrestled with school work, which I found very difficult no matter how I tried. My sister went on about how, even so young, I let failure weigh heavy on my shoulder, although it wasn’t always obvious because I tried to be positive and strived to be upbeat. Once our parents realised I wasn’t going to be a boy genius (they were most disappointed in my report cards) they more or less lost interest. They gave themselves over to their work and concentrated on their careers rather than what I did. Of course Gwyneth was way ahead in her development and they saw no problems there. Often I tried to read but once I’d open a book, if I got past the first two pages, well, my concentration level jumped to wanting to watch TV or go and play outside. Sometimes I’d curl up with Gwyneth and she’d read to me whatever it was she was interested in. I may not have understood everything but I think, without her, I’d know very little. When I thought about it, she did the job my parents should have done. It wasn’t that they ignored me, more that they tolerated me. I was their son after all… I zoned back in to what Gwyneth was saying. “You may not have been the cleverest in school but everyone liked you.” She looked at me very concerned and stroked my arm. She went on to tell me that even now I accept limitations but said I shouldn’t. She thought it sad that I didn’t have a girlfriend… or a boyfriend, she nudged me and smiled, but thought I needed to do something to break away from my ‘boring’ rut of a life… and do something to regain my happiness. “The recreation of the photograph last night suddenly brought things into focus for me,” she was on a roll now. “You seemed to become a different person, a happy person, a person who, left to their own devices… and given the right stimulus…” “You mean you thought I enjoyed being a baby?” I asked incredulously. She pointed to the screen. “Yes, just look at yourself. Even when you’re asleep you look happy.” A shiver ran through my body because I knew she was making some kind of sense and I had really loved last night. “But the diaper… what will people think?” “Well,” she pondered. “You may not like it but… I think that helped release something in you - something that has been holding you back. Last night we giggled like kids and there was no one around but us two to say anything or have an opinion about what we did. No parents, no workmates, no one to hold you back, so why should you let others inhibit you? Stop thinking about what others may think… they don’t matter.” Then she ran her hand through my hair and kissed my forehead, “And yes… even for an eighteen year-old, running around in a diaper… you looked pretty damn cute.” “But why put it all online, couldn’t you just have said something?” I complained. “It was just a spur of the moment decision. I wanted to let you see that the majority of people quite like to see someone enjoying themselves. People like all kinds of things to hide what they do and what they are, but you brother, were open and happy when you weren’t worrying about anyone else and I think others respond to that.” She pointed to the screen, “I think you respond to that.” * There were more opinions from my sister and, as she’s a lot brighter than me, eventually convinced me that this was a turning point in my life. She added that the comments online were almost all positive, occasionally cheeky but always interested, supportive and in some ways quite affectionate. Of course there’s going to be one or two people who hate the idea of others finding a way of having fun “Just so they can shit on you” (yep she actually said shit) but, and this is where her recent shopping trip had come in, she wanted to try and let me take that idea of happiness a little further. She’d bought a whole load of adult disposables and wanted me to spend the next few days wearing nothing but them. She persuaded me that I needed to get back to when I was at my happiest. To relive those times hoping to give me a window into what I needed to do to make me content in the future. I baulked at her suggestion but my sister has a way of getting me to go along with her plans so, guess what? She took me upstairs, stripped me out of my shorts and t-shirt and slipped me into a tight-fitting disposable. She took great pains to make the event something special; opening the package, unfurling the diaper, enjoying the crinkling sound as she spread it under my bottom. The wet-wipes and powder she used to clean me up (not that I was dirty or anything it was all part of a process), the silliness as I started to get a stiffy from her ministrations, which she quickly took care of by pulling the disposable tightly up between my legs and taping me snugly in. From her bag she produced a pair of plastic pants and had me climb into them after which led me to Teddy, who, during the proceedings she had found time to dress the same. How she knew I’d go along with her suggestion I do not know but, oddly enough, I was delighted to see Teddy dressed like me and it did make things easier. We spent the rest of the day playing games; me, my sister and Teddy. * Now you may think - well that was easy - getting me into diapers but I’ve spared you the long discussion we had to go through to get to that stage. She showed me loads of comments that had been posted by those who’d watched the clip or seen the images. As I’ve said, most seemed straight forward and nice but others were actually welcoming me to my ‘little’ side. I had no idea what they were referring to but Gwyneth seemed to understand and, more importantly, felt it was something I should get to know. Ever the author, she’d spent some time researching what it all meant and thought it applied to me, even if I wasn’t aware of it. She then showed me clip after clip of other grown-ups wearing diapers and having fun. People from all over the world and all ages, I was astonished there were others at all. A couple of cute boys in Japan appeared to have a site about their daily diapered exploits, one nice young man sang a song at his piano dressed in a thick diaper. There were so many – an old guy eating whilst in a high-chair, others drinking from baby-bottles and sippy cups or charging around whilst wearing nothing but diapers and a cape pretending to be a super hero. Meanwhile, as some played with toys several exhibited what they had just crayoned or painted. It was quite overwhelming and gave the impression that diapered and padded plastic covered bottoms were everywhere. It was a whole new world to me and one I had no idea existed but, as Gwyneth pointed out, they were all enjoying themselves and not worrying what anyone else thought. She convinced me to give it a go and promised that if I wasn’t getting any pleasure from the new ‘situation’ then we’d forget all about it. It was late evening when I was eventually diapered and, thanks to Gwyneth, I didn’t feel guilty whilst running around dressed as I was and cheerfully including Teddy in all my escapades. Suddenly my mind was open to fun - childish fun - fun that I hadn’t experienced, well, since I was a toddler. The truth was I was in my element. Weirdly, the wearing of a diaper and plastic pants (Gwyneth said it was my freedom uniform!) had no restricting effect on the way I behaved. In fact, she was correct, it felt wonderful to wear; snug, comfortable and the constant rustling as I moved around acted like some kind of soothing sound I found reassuring. Though it may have appeared very juvenile to anyone looking on I’d never felt happier, freer, or more content. The diapers, the plastic pants, the pacifier, indeed the entire ensemble gave me a feeling of complete reassurance. Teddy provided someone I could direct it all to, while Gwyneth was my guide and safeguard. * In the morning I woke up with Teddy and off course I’d spent the night wearing just my padded protection (another term Gwyneth used although I wasn’t sure from what it was I was being protected). My sister was standing over me and gently shaking my shoulder to rouse me from my deep and untroubled sleep and then, without asking, she felt down the front of my diaper. “What are you doing?” I queried as I quickly clasped her hand over my bulky protection stopping her searching fingers from reaching any further. “Just checking.” “Just checking what?” “Just seeing if you wet yourself in the night…” “What?” I asked incredulously. “Why would I wet myself?” “You might have… I was just checking so that you don’t have to be embarrassed if you had and…” “Stop, stop.” I waved my finger at her. “I’m old enough to get up and go to the bathroom, why on earth would I wet myself?” She smiled. “You don’t have to get all defensive. All I’m saying is… if you had wet yourself it’s OK I will…” “That’s not OK at all,” I argued. “I’m not going to pee… or poop in a diaper… YUK!” “Fair enough. All I’m saying is, should you do so then you don’t have to feel embarrassed about it. I’ll change and clean you up.” I was getting slightly annoyed. Even though I enjoyed being in my diaper I didn’t actually think about using it as a toilet. However, soon after she left the room for me to get up she returned with a new disposable and some other bits and bobs and told me I needed a change anyway. As I’d sort of agreed to wearing nothing but a diaper for the next couple of days she just shrugged off my half-hearted protests and unfurled the crinkly package. * As I lay there I was wondering - Why is she behaving in this way? We’d agreed that it was something I might like to try but wetting and stuff… in a diaper… I wasn’t keen on that at all, and then it hit me. She’d recently lost her own chance of a baby, perhaps the miscarriage was affecting her and I was now some kind of surrogate, someone she was projecting her unresolved feelings on? In that moment of comprehension my emotions welled up inside me again and I hugged my sister. After all she’d been through, still acting strong and in charge yet perhaps she needed her own way of coping with things. I was choked at the thought that if I could help, then I was there for her no matter what it took. Without making a fuss I let her strip off my night time stuff, clean me up (just as she said she would) but this time, when she had me lay out on the newly unfurled diaper, she added some extra pads before taping me tightly into place. This was a whole new experience and with the plastic pants now firmly holding it securely she led me down to breakfast. At this point I have to admit to being more than a little confused. I wasn’t sure whether I was doing this for her or for me but the bulky, rustling diaper arrangement meant I now had a wild noisy waddle as I negotiated the stairs but even that was funny and we joked about it. She’d cut up my pancakes and, although she’d put juice in a sippy cup, I stopped short at her suggestion of feeding me. However, I had noticed that my meal now came in a plastic bowl with cartoon animals smiling sweetly up at me and a spoon that echoed the same cheerful motif. She appeared to have gone to a lot of trouble to make me feel happy about being ‘little’ and I reluctantly began to appreciate all her efforts. * I was happy to wander around the house dressed as I was but when she suggested we go out for the day and enjoy the sunshine in the park or a walk up in the hills I was a little less sure. She told me to just pull a pair of shorts over my diaper and slip on a shirt and I’d be fine. I wasn’t sure about this at all as I was under no illusion that people would be able to tell what I was really wearing under my shorts. Her opinion was simple “Screw them” no one else mattered but me and, she whispered conspiratorially in my ear. “Don’t you think it would be quite exciting, Little Benjy doing what he wants for a change?” Once again, somehow, what she wanted I agreed to and before too long I’d tried on several pairs of shorts and jeans to try and hide the bulkiness, none of which fitted properly. I was beginning to see the downside to wearing padding and such thick padding at that. I was about to tell Gwyneth that I couldn’t find anything but in the end one pair of baggy shorts (I didn’t much like because they were too slack) managed to do the job and surprise, surprise, they were no longer loose. It was a wonderful hot day and I was more than pleased to be out and about not really paying much attention to what I was wearing. Although I could feel the bulk of it all I thought that the shorts hid what was underneath pretty well. We walked up into the hills and hardly saw anyone, those that did pass by just nodded or said “Hello” and carried on their way. We found a lovely shady spot where Gwyneth decided we’d have our picnic. She’d brought sodas, sandwiches and fruit but I wondered what I’d brought in the little backpack she’d given me to carry. She told me all would be revealed eventually but for the time being we should eat and enjoy the wonderful, peaceful surroundings. * The mass between my legs had made me waddle as we walked. It felt peculiar but I was getting a feeling of pleasure knowing what I was wearing, the problem was the padding and plastic made me sweat and I could feel moisture pooling at my crotch. Once we’d sat down Gwyneth saw me trying to rearrange the diaper and suggested, as it was so hot, I take off my shorts and shirt to let some sun and air get to my diaper… as I looked like “…a sweating pig”. It was true I was soaked and it would be a bit of a relief so I furtively looked around and saw no one anywhere near so I did as she suggested. It felt great being outside in the fresh air in just a diaper. Gwyneth thought I looked particularly cute and encouraged me run around and to chase butterflies as she got the picnic ready. I was aware that she was also taking photos with her phone and to be honest I was acting the big kid just for the camera. However, I didn’t know just how much I was enjoying myself until a little while later I noticed a couple talking with Gwyneth. I froze as I heard these two old people, both with walking sticks, making small talk about the weather and the beautiful countryside. They were looking across at me, waving and I heard them say that they liked to see a boy enjoying himself. So engrossed in my game of ‘chase the bugs’ I hadn’t seen the couple arrive but their sudden appearance startled me and made me do something I never thought I’d do - I felt a nervous spurt of pee escape. It was if my bladder was shocked by this unexpected visitation and reacted accordingly. I stood there stunned as they continued to chat and wave a greeting. Unfortunately, I was too embarrassed to respond even if no one else appeared to be. It was too late to hide so I just stood there, like a statue, about twenty feet away completely immobile and wishing I was somewhere else. Gwyneth called me over as the food was ready and inferred I should come and say ‘Hello’ but I was just too self-conscious. Eventually, the couple stopped talking to Gwyneth and carried on their way. As they passed by they smiled and said what a lovely day it was before disappearing down the hill. However, as they spoke, and without warning, my little spurt turned into a flow and no matter what my brain was saying to try and stop it, pee filled the diaper to complete my humiliation. The couple had obviously seen what I was wearing but there was no mention of diapers or shiny plastic pants, even though they were now an even bulkier part of my outfit having absorbed a great deal of liquid. * I waddled over to Gwyneth who looked at me strangely before I think she realized what I’d done. With a knowing but sympathetic expression she asked. “Do you need a change?” I wasn’t sure whether to admit it but there seemed little point in denying what had happened so I nodded. She lifted her hand examining the front of my diaper and said it wasn’t so bad and that it could wait for a while and we should eat first. Despite my embarrassment I was starving so plonked myself down on the blanket and set about the ham, cheese and tomato sandwiches (covered in mayo) with relish. ***** Part 4 Wearing a wet diaper wasn’t nearly as bad as I’d thought it would be and after a while, and despite the bulk, I’d forgotten that I’d wet them. After we’d eaten we had a game of ‘ISpy’ and a rather interesting competition of cloud watching; it really is incredible the shapes you can interpret into actual things. We were coming up with some silly and clearly outrageous suggestions and this had us giggling quite a lot. However, after a couple of hours, and several cans of soda, I was desperate for another pee. Gwyneth looked at me when I said I needed to go because I was searching for a private spot to do my duty. She just reminded me that I’d already used my diaper once so it would be silly not to do so again. I thought I couldn’t do it deliberately but Gwyneth pounced, rolled on top of me and began to tickle. Whether I wanted to or not that got the old pee flowing, and it is to the credit of the diaper’s absorption powers that nothing trickled out. * We lay in the sun enjoying the final few rays before we returned home. I wondered if I’d have to squish all the way but my ever prepared sister opened the little backpack I’d carried, emptied it out and there were spare disposables, plastic pants, creams, lotions and of course a supply of wipes and baby powder. I had no idea that was what I was carrying but, as she pulled at the tapes off my swollen diaper I was rather pleased she’d planned ahead. It was a relief when she removed the soggy thing. It had expanded to quite a size and again I was amazed that I’d been wearing that grossly expanded object between my legs and, perhaps more to the point, it hadn’t concerned me in the least. As she wiped me clean but before she applied the creams and powder a light breeze blew against my naked genitals and sent tiny ripples of bliss through my body. My penis reacted and grew under her deft handiwork but she just smiled, pulled the diaper between my well-powdered groin and quickly taped it into place; flattening its stiffness against my body and blocking any further thoughts I might have had regarding that particular bit of my anatomy. This time the plastic pants I stepped into were blue and I was dressed like that for a few minutes as we packed everything else away. Gwyneth took more photographs and kept on reminding me how wonderful and sweet she thought I looked. In fact, at every opportunity she kept complementing the way I looked and patting my padded bottom, which made me chuckle, I liked the attention. The day had been nothing like any other I could remember. I couldn’t remember ever doing this with mom or dad, days out were just something other kids got to experience with their parents. This was great and even in diapers, it had been a fantastic day… in fact I was appreciating even more the incredible efforts my sister had gone to for me to feel special on my eighteenth. * Back home we sat and watched TV for a while (her in her summer dress and me wearing nothing but a diaper and plastic pants), before she recommended I had a bath before bed - to make sure, she jokingly said, that there was no residue pee left secreted in any ‘crevices’. Normally, I have a shower in the morning and that’s it but her reasonable suggestion made me think it probably wasn’t a bad idea so off I went. I shucked off my diaper, which wasn’t wet, and happily climbed into the suds. The water was very hot but I could just about stand it; my sister’s lavender bubble bath I’d ladled in helped me to fully relax as I let myself soak for quite some time. It had been one hell of a day and as I washed my hair and gently scrubbed those all-important places I began to feel ‘playful’ again. Wearing a diaper had a major drawback for a horny eighteen year-old, it restricted (if not completely prevented) any cock and ball play. A toddler may not think that way but, now I was out of those confining things, I intended on having a different kind of fun. However, just as I was enjoying the gentle caress of my own soapy hand, Gwyneth walked in with a towel. I was slightly embarrassed at being caught in mid-stroke but she just smiled and told me that I’d wrinkle up if I didn’t get out of the bath. I was hoping she’d go so I could continue with my efforts but she just stood there, towel outstretched, waiting for me to rise from the foam. Reluctantly I climbed out and Gwyneth proceeded to give me the most thorough drying I think I’ve ever received; every bit of my body was methodically rubbed. Unfortunately, she ignored the very part of me that would have benefitted from such an enthusiastic massage and I was left more than a little frustrated. * She guided me to my room and of course her supplies were all laid out ready for me to be diapered for the night. I really thought that it would be back to my usual boxers and t-shirt to sleep in but obviously Gwyneth had other ideas. I was about to complain, or try and reason with her at least, but she’d gone to such extraordinary lengths so far to make me happy I wondered if this was perhaps another thing I thought I didn’t want but actually did. Anyway, the upshot was that she carefully applied lotions and creams, lashings of powder and an ultra-thick fabric diaper, which was held in place with two huge pink pins. Once again she slipped up a pair of clear plastic pants that snugly held it all together and, just as I thought she’d finished and was about to crawl into bed, she produced something else, a pair of footed pjs. I wasn’t expecting this and wondered how the hell she’d been able to get hold of something my size so quickly. The pjs were blue with cartoon stars and planets all over them and, as she fed my feet into them, I marvelled at how soft the fabric was as it touched and caressed my skin. Soon my arms were encased and she stood me up for the final action. The zip was at the back and stretched from hips to neck, which she closed with a flourish. Then we stood together looking in the mirror and it was an amazing sight. For a brief second I was stunned at the reflection; I thought she looked like mom and I was back to being a toddler, I was even holding her hand and, as a shiver ran through my body, and despite my size, I really did feel like I was back to being a little kid. I was speechless as Gwyneth gently led me to my bed, pulled back the covers, where Teddy was lying still dressed in his own diaper, and urged me in. I was dazed at this strange ‘mirror revelation’, a glimpse of my past that really shook me and, because I was distracted thinking about it, wasn’t even aware that she had slipped a babies bottle full of warm milk between my lips. As she held it to my mouth, and with my mind elsewhere, I naturally began to suck and closed my eyes as I rhythmically downed the entire contents. Later she replaced the bottle with my paci and left me cuddling Teddy as I drifted off to sleep after what, one way and another, had been a pretty eventful day. * My dreams were of Teddy and me and Gwyneth and me, where Gwyneth was actually my mommy and Teddy was my father… weird. At one point mommy (Gwyneth) was telling me what a ‘good boy’ I was because I’d managed to use the potty correctly but daddy (Teddy) was threatening to spank me if I didn’t wear my diaper like he was (yes in my dreams Teddy/daddy was still wearing his diaper). In my dreams I was doing all I could to please them both and each one was telling me what a ‘clever baby’ I was being. I woke up desperate for a pee. I climbed out of bed and made my way to the bathroom but once there found I couldn’t reach the zip on the rear of my footer. I tugged and tugged but for some reason I just couldn’t budge it, in the end I had no option but to fill my diaper. I argued with myself that was what the diaper was for, and Gwyneth had encouraged me to think of it in that way, “Just do it” had been her advice, so that’s what I did. To begin with it was a strange warm sensation, which I didn’t mind much, luckily the diaper and plastic pants held it all in and I was able to fall back to sleep relatively quickly. In the early hours I felt I needed to go again but this time I made no attempt to get to the bathroom so lay there and with little effort further filled my diaper. When I eventually did wake up the diaper was thick between my legs and my plastic pants where a shiny stretched reminder at just how much I’d drunk the night before. However, and this fact was a bit of an eye-opener, it didn’t worry me what I’d done. Just the day before the very thought had made me recoil in horror but here I was wearing a fully soaked diaper and not being bothered about it in the slightest. * I got up and sought out Gwyneth because I needed help getting out of the footer. She was already downstairs making breakfast and smiled as I shuffled into the kitchen. Another few photographs were taken as I asked her to let me out but she just told me to sit down and have the bacon and eggs she’d cooked before they got cold, and which had been cut into bite sized pieces. I waddled to the table (I was waddling everywhere at that time) sat down and it was a squelchy diaper that cushioned my bottom. Once again everything was served in the new little kiddie bowl and I was given only the matching spoon to use. My juice was served in a sippy cup and despite any doubts I may have had I was so famished I happily ate and drank the lot. Once my plate was clean and I’d taken it to be washed Gwyneth led me back upstairs to be changed. She tweaked the zipper and it easily came down but I informed her that I was very, very wet because I couldn’t get to the bathroom to go properly. She just smiled as I stepped out of my pjs making small talk about what the plans were for the day and as if changing an eighteen year-old was the most natural thing to do. I shucked down my plastic pants and the fabric beneath was saturated. She asked if I’d messed as well but I just made an “Uuuurrrghhh” type of noise to indicate no and she patted my swollen bottom and unpinned me. How she could be OK with all this changing business I didn’t know but I suppose, thinking about what I’d assumed earlier, she was substituting me for her lost baby… well maybe. I certainly didn’t want to be the one to spoil whatever fantasy or need she had at that moment because, well, I was still enjoying playing this game myself. * Gwyneth had been correct about there being a ‘little’ me somewhere inside and that the people online and who commented on YouTube had also noticed it so, I was feeling part of a pretty cute group. I liked the term ‘little’ and, as my sister had shown me, dressed in diapers had released me to be the fun person she suspected I was all along. With her encouragement being childish was nothing to be ashamed about and living an enjoyable life as a toddler certainly beat stacking shelves. However, work was on the horizon and I wanted to make the most of my time off before it was back to the grindstone. I’d even begun to think that perhaps I might be able to wear a diaper or something similar under my uniform but I was sure the outline would be obvious as the pants were so tight. I showered and Gwyneth once again got me ready for the day. She put a couple of pads in the disposable and pulled up the clear plastic pants. She pointed to a mark on the front and told me that, if I wet them, then the mark would change colour and she could check without me saying anything if I needed changing. Then she pulled out a new yellow t-shirt with tiny toy rocking horses all over them and slipped it over my head. Although I did a sort of double-take because it looked so childish she then produced a matching pair of shorts which she quickly fed my legs into and pulled up to my waist. Again that feeling of just being a little kid with mommy dressing me coursed through my body and I stood transfixed by my new outfit. Although I was eighteen I wasn’t a large teenager, in fact, Gwyneth was a good two inches taller than me and looked much bigger. However, I didn’t get chance to be pleased or complain because Gwyneth was guiding my crinkling butt down the stairs and out to the car. * I had no idea where we were going but Gwyneth was telling me about some of the online comments she had read. According to her, loads of them had said that it was best to make the ‘little one’ happy and comfortable in clothes that were soft, colourful and reminded them of when they were a toddler. Toys and colouring books were also an important aspect to all this so that’s where we were going now, to a mall that had a huge toy store. For every reason I put up not to go (especially dressed as I was) she had a comment that said the opposite. There was no doubt that the bulky diaper I was sitting on was a constant reminder of what I liked and perhaps surprisingly I found the hugging of my hips and groin very pleasing. However, although I quite liked it I thought my little yellow outfit was maybe going too far to be seen in public. Gwyneth said I shouldn’t worry, everything would be alright and was convinced no one would say a thing. I doubted that and remained silent for the rest of the journey. * In the silence I began to think. How come she had a footer my size? How come she had this outfit ready? How come she had a paci, bowl, diapers and plastic…? Just as my suspicions were growing I suddenly got a pain in my stomach. I groaned and Gwyneth asked me what was wrong. I tried to tell her about the pain but almost instantaneously my guts started to churn. I begged Gwyneth to pull over as I needed to go to the bathroom but she said there wasn’t one nearby. She said that I should just pee in the diaper but I moaned I thought it might be more than that. “OK, just hold on we’re not far away.” She said with concern etched on her face. Unfortunately, the turmoil in my stomach wasn’t open to any constraints from me and I couldn’t hold back. With a loud wet fart the contents of my bowel erupted into my diaper and I was crying in humiliation and disgust as wave after wave of poop exited my bottom. The smell in the car was awful and Gwyneth had to roll down the window to get us both some air. I sat in my own rapidly filling diaper stunned at what was happening. As soon as my guts exploded the pain had instantly gone but I was mortified by the strange and disgusting feeling in my pants… my emotions took over and there were more tears. A couple of minutes later and we arrived at the mall but I thought in my state I just couldn’t leave the car. However, she insisted that I couldn’t just sit in the mess and that I wasn’t to worry she’d have me cleaned up in no time. She grabbed my hand and led me crying and gingerly waddling towards Toys’r’Us, which was the first store in the mall nearest to where we parked. There were a few kids already looking at toys with their parents but Gwyneth led me straight to the baby changing area. It was empty when we went in and although I was crying and embarrassed I let her take charge. My little shorts were pulled off, which thankfully were still clean, she then tentatively shimmied the plastic pants down to reveal my bloated and discoloured disposable. Mercifully, the extra padding had absorbed most of the liquid but I was still a mess. She quickly stripped me out of it all and, with barely any acknowledgement to the smell, set about cleaning me up. I hadn’t noticed the large bag she was carrying but as she lay me out on one of the counters, she opened it up to reveal a host of stuff she’d need to fix me. First she used toilet paper and then going over to the sink soaped up a cloth she’d brought and began to wipe away the debris. I was still sniffling when someone else came in. A woman with a baby took one look at me, looked pityingly at Gwyneth and then set about changing her own child. My clean-up took quite some time and during that period I lay there motionless, self-conscious and desperate not to make eye contact with any of the other patrons using the facilities. * A lady with a boy aged about ten came in, found the empty table next to mine and stripped her son out of his shortalls by simply popping some studs at his crotch, laying him out and then popping the studs on his cute cartoon plastic pants, which instantly gave her easy access to his soaked diaper. Gwyneth watched how easily it all appeared and asked the lady where she had bought her boy’s shortalls. After a brief discussion about their usefulness and hardwearing properties (“Just the thing for an active boy”) she made a note of the name she’d been given, thanked her and resumed my re-diapering. The young boy and I were finished together. Gwyneth pulled up my yellow shorts as his mother finished pressing the last few poppers back together. He bashfully smiled at me as his mum picked him up, patted his freshly padded bottom and they set off to finish their shopping… and quite unexpectedly I cautiously waved back. The young boy’s attitude to being changed in public had stopped me blubbing as he seemed untroubled by the process. That sweet little smile had really got to me and I wished we could play together. I was no longer thinking of our age difference only what we had in common and we both wore diapers and had accidents in them. It was a revelation and suddenly I didn’t feel so self-conscious. * Once Gwyneth had packed all her stuff away, and before we left the bathroom, she asked if I was OK. Now I was clean, dry and wearing my thick ‘protection’ (now I knew what Gwyneth had meant by that term) I was comfortable and quite happy to continue. “Good,” she said as she patted my freshly padded bottom and we entered the main part of the store. The array of toys was spellbinding. Mom and dad had never been keen on my playing with such childish things and because Gwyneth, even as a youngster, preferred to read, I wasn’t encouraged or given many toys to play with. As we toured the aisles I was spoilt for choice, I just didn’t know what to get for the best. Over in the kids play area right next to the store I saw the young boy from earlier running around with some younger kids sliding into the ball pit, running on the rope bridge and playing on the JungleGym. He noticed me and waved again and it was the first time I noticed that his diaper was really quite obvious and thick. However, he seemed unconcerned as he smiled, whooped with pleasure and chased some other kids into another part of the ‘playzone’. * Sitting on the floor in front of a plastic toy garage was another guy, perhaps a few years older than me, seeing how the wind-up lift worked that took the toy cars to the top to let them zigzag down again. He was wearing denim shorts but because he was bent over there was no hiding the top of his diaper from showing above the waistband. As I walked past he looked up and smiled, whilst running one of the four vehicles scattered around him along the ground and making car noises. “That looks fun,” I said and he invited me to join him on the floor. He was a lot older than his clothes would have suggested; he had a huge cartoon character on the front of his sweatshirt and his socks also had the same image festooned all over them. His sneakers had lights in the heel which flashed as he walked and he spoke, well, like a toddler. He was both shy and enthusiastic to have someone to play with but then I saw an older man approach who asked him if he’d made a friend. Gwyneth and the man got talking as we played together and inspected all the secrets that the garage contained. I didn’t hear what they were saying because my new friend grabbed my hand and took me to another aisle to look at the latest huge toy castle that he said his ‘dada’ was going to buy him. His voice was soft, as if he didn’t want anyone to notice him, but he was enthusiastic as he explained all the fantastic things the castle contained and all the dragons, monsters and soldiers you could get to do battle. He seemed so excited but then his ‘dada’ called him and he went rushing off to hold his hand. Even though he was older than me he acted like a little kid; shyly holding his ‘dada’s’ hand and swinging a foot whilst he waited for him to stop chatting with Gwyneth. I have to admit, knowing he was wearing a diaper like me was heart-warming, he looked so sweet and just as at ease as the ten year-old boy had been. I sat where I was inspecting the massive plastic castle with all its turrets and towers and wondered if I should get one. He’d fired my imagination and I liked the idea of dragons and knights and fantastic mythical encounters. A few moments later Gwyneth called me but I hadn’t made up my mind. We spent a good couple of hours looking at everything but I really wished I could play in the kids Playzone with all the other children as it looked fun. However, I realised that it just wasn’t built for someone my size and I’d just have to watch. After the two encounters with other ‘older’ diaper wearers, now I was all clean and tidy myself I never gave what I was wearing much thought and it was only the knowing smile from an adult, or a gawping look from a toddler that occasionally made me hesitate. However, I had work to do and decisions to make and they didn’t come easily. In the end I settled on some cars, a large truck and loads of little figures and colouring books from the latest Pixar movie. ***** Tbc

Found this on youtube. Looks a bit old. Thought I'd share.

I was inspired by the folks over in Incontinent-Desires. There's a rather industrious group there making stents for creating incontinence as opposed to using catheters. So I just extrapolated a bit, and added a little modern/slightly futuristic tech. I hope ye enjoy.

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I am 35 year old Anastasia de Cruz. I am a tall blonde with beautiful green eyes. I had a wonderful life. A wonderful work on which I received decent money, a loving husband and our daughter was growing up. Everything changed in one day. When my daughter died as a result of a car accident. The husband blamed me for everything and broked me. And I got a strong psychological blow. Now, in all the people I met, I saw the face of my dead daughter and I rushed to completely strangers with screams and kisses. I was admitted to a mental hospital in which I stayed for 2 years. I pretended to be better. But not really. Medications helped me cope with hallucinations. ‐----------- One day, late at night, I was driving my car and saw a young girl who was standing on the side of the road and catching a car ... I stopped the car near her. She looked at me through the car window and asked to be brought to the hostel's. As soon as I saw her. I again dreamed of my daughter. I grabbed the medicine and realized that it was over .. In a trembling voice, I invited her to sit down. "Climb up darling. It is dangerous to go alone so late. I will certainly take you where you need to" - and in my head I realized that I could not let this girl go ...