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Part 1: The bell rang and the little Amy hurried up to the door followed by her mother. “Hi Peggy,” the little girl stretched her hands to the tall girl standing in front of the door. Peggy lifted her in her arms and got a tight hug from Amy. “Hello Amy,” Peggy kissed Amy’s forehead. She was Amy’s babysitter and now they had the whole afternoon and evening ahead; Amy’s parents went to a party and they had to return about midnight. Amy was a cheerful and intelligent little girl; she knew the alphabet and numbers at the age of three and she was able to read simple sentences but, on the other hand, she still was in diapers. Amy occasionally asked for potty to poop but she mostly used her diaper. It was unclear if she refused potty training out of some kind of rebellion or she considered diapers comfortable. She always knew when she needed a change and she was able to prepare everything for the change. Amy also was too clumsy to dress and undress herself. Peggy was a social sciences student. She lived in an apartment together with two roommates; they also were social science students and they supported each other. Peggy considered babysitting a part of her practices; Amy loved her and they had lots of fun together. Peggy’s roommates teased her about her idea but she ignored their comments. “Peggy, Peggy, would we go to the playground?” Amy made puppy eyes at her babysitter. “Of course, Amy. It’s a sunny day today. Let’s go inside now,” Peggy carried Amy and put her on the floor again. “Okay, we can leave now and we’ll be back at midnight,” Amy’s mom smiled at Peggy and the little girl. Amy apparently ignored her parents and focused on Peggy. “Amy, you are wearing your pajamas; did you wake up from your nap?” “Yeah,” the little girl nodded and yawned. “Well, you should get dressed then. Let me check your diaper now.” Peggy reached down and felt the heavy and soaked garment between Amy’s legs. Amy turned around and ran away; she headed towards her bedroom. Peggy smiled only and followed Amy slowly. The little girl was carrying a clean diaper and she hopped onto the changing table and relaxed. “I need a clean diaper,” Amy grinned at her babysitter and spread her legs. Peggy pulled down the pajama pants and untaped the wet package. “Amy, you are a clever girl and you even brought me a clean diaper. Wouldn’t you like to potty train?” Peggy was cleaning Amy’s crotch. “Why? You change me when I need it, don’t you?” “Are you about to wear diapers forever?” “Why not?” Peggy shrugged only; Amy apparently didn’t intend to potty train. She took the clean diaper from Amy, diapered the little girl and dressed her into a T-shirt and jeans. “Well, let’s go,” Peggy took the diaper bag, a bottle of juice and some small snacks along with the toys. While walking through the park Amy turned to Peggy: “Peggy, do you know what I want?” “No idea.” “I’d like to be the big girl like you are.” “Why?” “I’d like to know how it is.” “Wait and you grow up.” “No, I want it now.” “How do you want to do it? It has to be a miracle.” “Yeah; let’s find a magic gem.” “What? Magic gems don’t exist.” “They do. Didn’t you read that fairy-tale?” “Yeah but this is a fairy tale. The magic gems exist in fairy tales only.” Amy shrugged and they got to the playground. She headed towards the sandbox and Peggy gave her the toys. Peggy sat down on the bench, pulled out her mobile and started chatting with her friends while watching Amy and the other children. Amy seemed to have fun. “Peggy, I’m hungry and thirsty,” Amy interrupted Peggy’s chatting. “Hey, Amy; didn’t you forget something?” “Oh, sorry. Can I have some snacks and juice please?” “Of course, here you are,” Peggy gave her a snack and the baby bottle. Amy was able to drink from a cup but it was better to use the baby bottle outside. Amy ate the snack, took the bottle and started sucking on the nipple. Sucking was pleasant and comfortable but it made Amy pee instinctively. She felt the diaper getting warm and heavy; however it wasn’t soaked yet. She passed the bottle back to Peggy and ran away to the sandbox “Thanks Peggy.” About an hour later Amy ran to Peggy again: “Juice please, Peggy.” “Of course, princess,” Peggy passed her the bottle. “Peggy, I’m all wet,” Amy announced when she finished the bottle. Peggy smiled only and put Amy onto the bench to change her. “It’s getting late Amy; we should go home.” “Five minutes please,” Amy begged and Peggy smiled only. However the other children left for home and Amy was alone. Back at home Peggy led Amy to the bathroom to wash her hands and face. “Amy, do you need a change?” “Not yet,” Amy shook her head. “Okay, let’s have our dinner now.” Peggy helped Amy eat even if Amy was quite capable of eating on her own. Amy somehow liked the care and Peggy also liked to feed her. After dinner Peggy washed the dishes while Amy watched a child show on TV. She felt the pressure in her guts and considered asking Peggy; however she didn’t want to miss the show and relaxed plainly. When Peggy came to the living room, the smell revealed the condition of Amy’s diaper. “Hey, little princess; time to have a nice warm bath and go to bed.” Amy shook her head but she yawned at the same time. Peggy lifted her and carried her to the changing table. The diaper was overfilled and Peggy had to clean Amy thoroughly before putting her into the bathtub. Amy seemed to be tired and Peggy lifted her from the bathtub, put a thick night time diaper on her and dressed her in a pink onesie. “Good night, princess,” she put Amy into the crib and took Amy’s clothes. The T-shirt was dirty and she put it into the laundry basket. When she took the jeans, something fell out of the pocket. Peggy lifted it and stared at a small pendant with a green glistening gem. “Amy, what is this?” Peggy asked the little girl. “Where did you find it?” “It was in the sand.” “Somebody has lost it, I think. However it looks expensive. I never saw this kind of gem.” “Is it the magic gem?” Amy jumped up in the crib and clapped her tiny hands. “Amy, this is not a fairy-tale. The best we can do is show it to your mom. Maybe somebody is looking for their lost pendant already and we can give it back to them.” “No, no,” Amy pouted. “Let’s play for awhile; this is a magic gem while we are playing. Can I have a single wish? I promise I’ll go to sleep and you can give it to my mom.” “Okay, little princess, why not? After all, nothing can happen,” Peggy laughed and gave the pendant to Amy. “Dear pendant, I want to be a big girl,” Amy put the pendant to her mouth and whispered her wish. The gem changed its color and turned red. All of sudden Amy’s view got blurred and seconds later she was standing in Peggy’s clothes in front of the crib and looking at herself. Somebody was standing in the crib in Amy’s onesie and holding the pendant. “It worked!” Amy exclaimed. “I’m a big girl but … are you Peggy?” she asked the little girl in the crib. “Yeah, I am Peggy. You are a big girl but I turned into a toddler.” “Isn’t it fun?” “I’m not sure Amy,” Peggy sighed; she had to recover from the shock. Although she never believed in miracles, one of them just happened. “Amy, we should change back. It isn’t as fun as you think.” Peggy tried to convince Amy. “Wait a bit please … please. We change back before my mom and dad come back.” “Okay, take the pendant and put it onto the table.” Peggy passed the pendant to Amy. However she noticed that the gem wasn’t red anymore; it also wasn’t green; it was dark gray. “Peggy, what would you do while waiting for my mom? What do big girls usually do?” Amy suddenly got confused. She didn’t have any idea what to do in her new role. Playing with dolls didn’t seem to be the right option. “I’d watch TV or browse the internet or chat with my friends.” Amy realized that the idea wasn’t as good as it seemed to her originally. Anyway she still was curious. “Come with me and we can watch TV,” Amy knew how to switch on the TV but she was disappointed by the program; no child programs were running already. “I’m thirsty,” Amy announced but she realized she should drink on her own; big girls didn’t need assistance though. She headed towards the kitchen. At that moment Peggy realized that something was wrong. Her big girl’s bladder was a bit full before they exchanged their bodies and Amy would pee soon. “Amy, wait; you aren’t wearing a diaper. What if you have to pee?” “Big girls don’t wear diapers,” Amy protested but she stopped; Peggy was right. She always used her diaper and didn’t have any idea what else to do. “What do big girls do if they don’t wear diapers?” “They have to go to the toilet, pull down their panties, sit down and pee.” “No, it’s unpleasant and difficult,” she reached down and tried to pull down the jeans she was wearing. “Diapers are better.” “Don’t you know how to unbutton your pants?” Amy shook her head. Peggy sighed only; she had to help Amy. “Let’s play a game; you are the big girl and use the toilet.” “Okay,” Amy shrugged, “What should I do?” “Come with me,” Peggy headed to the bathroom “Turn back.” Peggy unbuttoned Amy’s jeans, pulled them down along with the panties. “Sit down and pee.” Amy sat down on the toilet bowl but she was confused about what to do. She was used to a diaper, she never tried to control the bladder muscles and didn’t feel the urge yet. No pee came out. “Sorry, Peggy, I didn’t pee.” “Bring your night time diaper and lie down on the floor,” Peggy pulled Amy’s panties and jeans back. Amy brought the diaper and lay down. Peggy pulled down her jeans and the panties. Amy instinctively lifted her behind and Peggy slid the diaper underneath her. The tapes hardly reached the front but she somehow managed to tape it shut. She pulled up the panties and pants and buttoned the jeans as well. There was a bulge on Amy’s crotch. Amy jumped up and headed to the kitchen again. However she faced another problem. She always got her juice in the baby bottle or in a cup; now she had to find it and pour it into the cup. It was a new task and she spilled a little of the juice until she managed to fill the cup. Peggy also was thirsty and she poured the juice into another cup. Amy watched her and she was taken aback how quickly Peggy filled her cup. “Peggy, will I learn it?” “Of course you will; it is quite simple.” Peggy smiled. Amy drank up the juice and turned to Peggy: “What will we do now? I’d like to play.” “Aren’t you tired?” “No,I’m not.” Amy’s teeneager body wasn’t tired and Peggy also wasn’t tired out of excitement. The toddler body was a bit tired but she had to stay awake and convince Amy to change them back in time. “Okay then,” Peggy sat down and Amy joined her and pointed at the dollhouse. The scene looked normal even if their roles were switched. While they were playing, Amy’s bladder filled up. This time she felt the familiar diaper on her crotch and peed instinctively. However she had a big bladder and the diaper got soaked by a single wetting. Peggy realized she also had to pee but the overall had the zip on her back and she wasn’t able to reach it. Peggy shrugged and decided to wait until they would change back. However the weak bladder muscles betrayed her and Peggy peed herself like an actual toddler. All of sudden they heard key in the lock: “Amy, we are too late; your parents are back.”

After being disappointed with the lack of ABDL fantasy-adventure stories I decided to create my own. It’s just a silly little thing, but hopefully a bit of fun for those who carry on reading. This is a prelude to the story, so just setting some stuff up here, which may or may not come into play in the future... I dunno, we'll see, might not get that far lol. Either way, the prelude doesn't really have much in the way of ABDL content, purely world-building and story. Hopefully it's still entertaining. I'm uploading chapter 1 as a separate story. This is a re-upload. After some useful comments, I've decided to just upload all the stories in a single topic, which will be updated, and that should make everything easier to follow. Episode 2 will be out in a few weeks (as of 18/12/2021). Law of the Diaper - Prelude - Embos stood at the edge of the water. It crashed far beneath her, obeying only the wind. She had been waiting for her older siblings from across the ocean for a whole hour now, standing in a harsh storm that battered and bruised the cliff face below. Liefyr, her closest brother, had gone to get the others ready. So, she stood alone. The wind howled between her ears and tugged at her hair, and threatened, occasionally, to push her into the waters below. But she was the God of Craft. Embos wore boots of Caerson Steel, strong against the wind, and light to walk in. Each of her sibling gods on this side of the world had given their peoples a gift. Hers was Caerson, a metal both bountiful and useful. Embos hated waiting like this. She needed to do something, to be somewhere, though she didn’t know what on either account. Being the eldest of her siblings, at least of those that left Panthos, Embos felt a great responsibility to the others. A responsibility to nurture and raise. Despite being closer to Liefyr, in age she was similar to her older sibling Vafyr. And that made things complicated. Damn you Vaf, she thought, thinking of the young god. Why had he stayed with the others? Vaf was the weakest of their lot, and certainly wouldn’t be treated as their peer. With Embos and the others, he would be an equal, and great guide for the people here. Her head boiled again with anger, it had been more and more recently. Anger at the war, anger at her elder siblings, anger that she had little power by herself, and anger all she had to rely on were the youngest of gods. No, not anger. Disappointment. Instantly, she felt a pang of shame within her. They are just as valuable, just as powerful in their way. She had to admit, she was surprised at how seriously they were taking it. Normally Pelyr, the youngest of them and the God of Play, convinced Ranos and Liefyr to flunk this sort of thing. Maybe it was because Pelyr would never be able to play again if they failed, that he was taking it so seriously now. Whatever the case, Embos hoped it would last. Another great gust of wind barrelled across the grass, threatening to push Embos into the sea below. Waves crashed against the shore, the ocean’s white teeth foaming against jagged cliffs below. Dull beats, like someone playing the drums, echoed into the sky. The storm whistled around her ears, singing across the ocean. It was a tune she recognised. Looking up, Embos saw her older brother, Vafyr, silhouetted in the ocean mist. He walked on the air itself, using the wind as a path to the safety of the cliff. Around him, the grey mist somehow blushed a bright blue, as if he walked in a halo of sky. It was as if he was the colour of the world. Then again, Embos supposed, I guess he is. Within moments he was stepping onto the rock as if it were still the air, floating across newly budding grass. “Vaf!” Embos couldn’t help but let relief and no small amount of joy flood into her voice. Of all the people they could have sent, this was perhaps the best possible outcome. “Hello sister.” he said calmly, a broad smile across his face betraying any stoicism he might have masked himself with. “They thought you wouldn’t hurt me, so I was sent in place of a messenger.” Vafyr walked to Embos, he was more relaxed than she remembered. “Why would I hurt a messenger? Why would any of us--” “Em, please, I don’t think you’d hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it. But that’s not how they think, is it?” Vafyr said as they walked down the shallow incline that led to the village below. Embos saw an opening. Now was the time. Now, after so many years, it was the perfect opportunity to ask. “Then why are you still--” but before Embos could finish, Vafyr cut her off. “I’m sorry, but I cannot say. I have my reasons, and hopefully you will find out soon.” “But I want to know now!” said Embos. She only realised how childish that must have sounded after she’d said it. However, Vaf didn’t seem to mind. He smiled broadly again, a glint in his eye. “Em,” he said, stopping and gently putting his hands on her shoulders. He was a foot taller than she was, towering over her. “I promise, now is not the time, but you will find out.” and that was all he said. Embos knew that was the end of it, she wouldn’t get anything else out of him. Time to move on. They continued their descent to the village. “So, why did you want to speak to us?” Embos asked, “I suppose it would be too much to ask for your loyalty?” The wind picked up again as Vafyr smiled, but the cold never came. Vafyr was too warm for that. “Unfortunately not.” he said, and then he went suddenly serious, his smile fading into what was almost a grimace. “The others want to make a deal with you.” Embos couldn’t help it, she burst out laughing. “You’re kidding. After all of this?” she said though a deep, slightly hysterical laughter. “After all you’ve put us through, now you want to make a deal?!” This was utterly ridiculous. Her older siblings never, never, made deals with those who were below them. And now they wanted to make a deal with not only ‘lesser gods’ but the enemy? “Now, I know what you are thinking-” Vafyr started to say, but Embos, finally managing to get control of herself, cut him off before he could do any more damage. “No, I’m sorry but no. You expect me to trust them after what they’ve done, not just to us, but the people of this world? This is stupid!” she said, and carried on walking towards the village. Vafyr stopped her, grasping her arm tightly, and suddenly this wasn’t so funny. Embos’ smiling face twisted into a scowl. “If you don’t trust them,” he said, looking deeply, so very deeply, into her, “Trust me.” They held a deep stare for a moment, before Embos broke away. What did he want? What was his plan? Their plan? He was serious, and Vafyr was rarely serious. “What aren’t you telling me Vaf?” He was holding something back, Embos knew it. There was something in his eyes, something curious, something important. He sighed, seeming resigned. “This is big Em. This is bigger than all of us. We came to a decision the other day, that this is the only way we’ll win this war.” He looked almost scared. Embos hadn’t seen him like this before. “What war?” “The only war that matters. There is … something coming.” Vafyr’s eyes glowed with a fearful anticipation. Whatever he was talking about, whatever was coming, was inevitable. The storm picked up again, blowing wind through the hills that edged the cliff face. It rippled across the grass, sending waves of darkness across the landscape. Trees, dotted here and there, swayed and danced about to the tune of the wind. Far above, clouds sped past. They swirled into each-other and ran towards dry land. Tiny droplets of rain hit skin, like pins-and-needles prickling across Embos’ body. Everything moved, everything was dynamic, everything had so much potential. For the first time, she realised how delicate it all was. While blades of grass flickered in the weather, one could simply halt each one with their thumb and forefinger. What would happen if all of this, this beautiful chaos, just … stopped? Embos realised she had been staring into space for a while. Vafyr had let go of her. She looked to her brother, searching for … something, some sort of solace, some sort of answer. Should she let him speak? Let the traitor influence their minds? If Vaf was lying they could lose their lands, their people, and their way of life to the gods across the water. But if he was telling the truth… “Em!” an energetic voice shouted from below. The two siblings atop the cliff whipped their heads around to look. It was Pelyr, their youngest sibling. Far below, the village people were out about behind him, interested to see what was going on. They all wore brightly coloured clothes, some in dungarees, some in onesies. Pelyr, spotting Embos, called again. “Em, c’mon, the others are back!” They could lose everything. If Vaf was right, everything would just stop. Embos raised her arm, shooting him a thumbs-up. Then, turning, she began again down the cliff. Vafyr stayed behind. “Sister …” he said, and Embos turned again. “Come on.” She said, “We have much to discuss.” Law of the Diaper - Episode 1 - FOST Fost waddled across the marsh. It was a miserable day, clouds had blocked the warm sun, leaving a thick grey gloom beneath. The marsh itself didn’t help much to quell the air of dullness that hung here either. It was slimy, squishy underfoot, and stank. And that wasn’t the only thing that stank. Fost fiddled with the leak guard of his diaper, attempting to make it more comfortable around his leg. It didn't do much. The diaper was just getting too full to ignore, he’d have to find that village as quick as possible, lest a rash set in. What’s worse, is that he was beginning to feel a little full in the bladder, and he didn’t suspect the diaper could hold another heavy wetting. “Damn.” he said to himself, stepping onto a raised patch of ground that was elevated comfortably out of the mud. Mud. The evil stuff came right up his leg, threatening to cling to his onesie. Not that much further, he thought to himself, then I can have a warm bath and a change. To make the rest of the journey easier on himself, he reached for his pacifier. It was attached to his neck with some old twine. It was nice, calming, and placated him enough to continue, at least for now. Now that his mind was clearer, Fost thought back to that old woman, and the conversation they had had a few days prior. What was it she wanted again? Ah, yes, that book on Strange Dymatagy. Apparently it was a rare thing that contained many more words than it did pictures. Fost scrunched his nose at the thought -- how strange. Books with many words were by no means rare, but they were usually owned by Mommies or Daddies, not another Little like himself. Though the woman was ancient, she was definitely a Little. It could only be a thick diaper between her legs that gave her that waddle, and besides, everyone knew that Littles were the only ones who could do proper Dymatagy. What a strange woman she had been. Living alone in the middle of nowhere, reading books not meant for her eyes. Oh well, thought Fost somewhat bitterly, a job’s a job. He was beginning to run low on funds besides much else, not that he had much to begin with. Besides, the village blacksmith here was apparently quite well known, and he needed a new sword as desperately as he needed a new diaper. After this, he’d be out of money. Hopefully the old woman’s job would set him up for after all of this. Before long, he had reached the bottom of a particularly high hill that had prevented him from seeing over the horizon. Salty mud and matted clumps of grass dotted the eleven foot tall mound, made worse by the recent rains. Fost looked at the hill and sighed heavily. Then, taking a large step, he pushed himself up and onto the mound, grunting loudly. Beneath his bare feet, the mud squelched and bubbled, rising through his toes. Another step, onto the steep slope. He placed his foot down and -- sloop. He slipped in the mud, falling backwards onto his polka-dot cloak and down into the mud below, pacifier flying out his mouth. Getting slowly to his feet again, Fost surveyed himself. He had a streak of brown mud down his favourite cloak. What’s worse, his onesie was now speckled with the stuff. Great, he thought, it’s going to be one of those days. He stepped forward again, making sure to be extra careful where he stood. One step up. His toes gripped into the mud. Two steps. He pulled his weight up. Three. Sloop. He slipped back down, falling onto his hands and knees. He tried again. One step. He gripped a tuft of grass, hard. Two steps. He yanked himself up. Three -- swooppllhh. Fost hit the mud with a loud splat. “aaaaAAAAHHH!” he shouted angrily. For the third time, he found himself at the bottom of that damned mound. Why was it so hard to climb a silly little hill? He used to be a soldier! A warrior! And now he was beaten by a little mud. “This is absurd!” he said through labored, angry breaths. It was. He brought his hand to the pacifier around his neck, intending to calm himself again. It was gone. No. No. It couldn’t be gone. Anger turned to panic, as he pressed his hand against his chest, hoping, desperately hoping, that it was just down his onesie. When he couldn’t find it there, he dived into the mud. It had to be here. It had to be here. Fost splashed and flailed in the muck, splattering the thick mess everywhere. He scooped through thick lumps of it, diving deep into the thick ooze to try and retrieve the pacifier. But he couldn’t find it. Panic turned to fear. His heart beat wildly in his chest, and his eyes felt heavy, watery. It was getting hard to see. On the very edge of tears, Fost just stood there, unable to move, unable to think. What would happen if he lost it? That one reminder? No. No. Fost was on the edge of storm, a raging tornado in his chest. He closed his eyes, feeling the tempest gather within him. It was energy. It was power. Without a thought for the consequences, he dived into the eye of the storm, summoning it to his will. The rage and the panic and the fear swirled around him, and when he opened his eyes again, a bright white glow consumed them all. He clapped his hands to the sky, feeling the energy inside him burst out and cascade across the air. Ignoring the resulting cramp in his stomach, Fost opened his hands as if pushing a great force outwards. As he commanded so the mud obeyed, and like a great gust of wind, a circle of force was drawn around Fost, clearing the mud. The pacifier, blue and starry, lay on the ground, helpless against the mud that had consumed it. Fost smiled when he saw it. It was safe now. He bent down, delicately picking it up. The twine had snapped. Of course it had. No longer raging, the storm died down, and without thinking, Fost dropped his area of force. His face strained for a moment, and the cramp in his abdomen grew. Automatically, he pushed, and a thick mass of his own mud entered his already full diaper. He sighed deeply, content. Now that nothing was holding it back, the mud that surrounded him swept back to fill the emptiness, and within a moment, he was standing in it again. It was okay. It was okay. The pacifier was nestled between Fost’s cupped palms, sitting against the warmth of his skin. One hand closed tightly, ever so tightly, around the pacifier, and he used his other to swing his travel-sack off from beneath his cloak. It was small, only containing some food, some coin and a couple of books, but all had escaped the mud. With grace only seen in a parent caring for a child, he placed the pacifier into the bag, safe with the last of his money. Then, swinging his bag on his back again, he looked back to the slope... ...And refused to climb again. He quickly found a small stone and picked it up. With all his might, with all his effort, he imagined throwing the stone as far as he could, as hard as he could, over the hill. Then, closing his eyes, he dropped the stone. The storm of potential blew inside him again. It was much less this time, more of a strong gust of wind really. But it was enough, and with one great push, he leapt over the hill in a single bound. Well, just over half the hill. He only just passed the summit, before hitting mud, and falling on his bottom with a splat. Underneath him, the poopy diaper squished and pushed a little of his mess out of its confines. He felt the damp of fresh pee as he had another accident, a consequence of the magic. He slid down the other side of the hill, and landed at the bottom with a small splat, feet first. Fost was breathing heavily again. Even using basic Dymatagy usually took a lot out of him. He was muddy, tired, and now in dire need of a change. But, looking up, he saw what he had come for. Perched on a small island in the middle of this gods-forsaken flat, was a little village. Smoke puffed gently from a couple of chimneys, and small wattle and daub cottages stood proudly above the mud. So, brushing off as much of it as he could, he waddled towards the small settlement, trying to ignore his very full pants, and the pee dribbling down his leg. LARIA “Do you think they’ll be back?” Laria asked. She was sat on a porcelain potty, pull-up at her feet. The blacksmith wasn’t that busy at the moment, it rarely was these days. Her business partner, Krisp, slouched behind the wooden counter, where normally the bearded man stood proud. He had just been staring aimlessly at the door for about ten minutes now and, if she was honest, Laria was starting to get a little bit worried. “K?” she asked the man, stretching her head round. He didn’t answer. “Krisp!” she said loudly, and the man jumped slightly. “Sorry,” he said in that deep baritone of his. It always calmed her to hear his voice, it sounded like waves crashing along the beach. The man, normally red-faced, had somehow managed to go an even deeper shade of scarlet, “I’m fine, I was just--” “Dude, it’s fine.” Laria said, sighing, “I know what you were thinking.” There was a moment of reflective silence between them. The shop was always empty. Except for them. Laria almost thought Krisp would fade back into his daydream, but before long he spoke up again. “You making progress?” he asked, looking over to where Laria was perched on the potty, just next to the counter. “No, false alarm I think.” she said. “You’ll get the hang of it. Should have seen me trying a few years back, it was a nightmare. Pee went everywhere.” Krisp said, clearly trying to make Laria laugh. It didn’t really work. She looked down longingly. All this was so hard. Although most people on the Dullen Isles wore pull-ups well into their second decade, they were expected to be fully potty-trained within ten or so years of coming of age at 20. Most were trained years before that. At 28, Laria was starting to get worried. All her friends in Trully, her village, were completely out of their pull-ups. Although, Mossa, from down the road, still wore them for the occasional accident. Laria on the other hand, still used the underwear as her primary method of going to the toilet. To make matters worse, she had to admit that she actually enjoyed doing it sometimes. Not only were they convenient during long days at the forge, where one hardly had the time for potty breaks, but it also felt good to let loose where you stood, to feel the warmth growing around the pseudo-diaper. In Luin, the southern kingdom that ruled over Dullen, they used their diapers without a care in the world. People around here weren't usually friendly to southern visitors, but Laria found herself remarkably jealous of them instead. Although there were new, mandatory changing spaces in every shop, just as there was a potty, Laria would always be treated with an air of suspicion if she took up that lifestyle. Even more since Dullen was now a vassal of the more powerful kingdom, and resentment was skyrocketing. Mind you, they’d always be better than those barbarian pants-wetters in the West -- people who soiled their pants with no protection, no discretion. No matter what, Luin and Dullen would always unite against their wrath, even as reluctant allies. Eventually, Laria gave up trying to go pee in the potty, resigned to the fact that she would probably end up messing her pull-up later anyway. She raised herself off the potty, grabbed her pull-up and tugged on her trousers over the top. The potty, as always, stayed where it was beside the counter, in case a visitor needed it. Then, she moved to the back of the shop to where the fun stuff happened. The forge. “You didn’t answer my question.” Laria said to Krisp as she left him at the counter. The smithy itself was quite bare on the inside, with a few cabinets scattered about the front room displaying swords, knives, and other sharp objects. The bigger ones -- halberds and the like -- sat comfortably on the wall. Behind the counter was a door that led to the smithy itself, where most of the work was done. “I didn’t hear your question.” Krisp answered loudly, shouting across the smithy floor. “Liar!” she shouted amusedly back, moving into the smithy proper. “I don’t know what you mean!” Krisp said. Laria smiled, hearing the grin in his voice. Thick wafts of woodchip smoke from the fire, and a perpetual heat, hit Laria as she entered the forge. The back of the shop was much larger, messier and all around a much more interesting place to work. Beside a small wooden stool, a few swords were lined up, ready for polishing and then, hopefully, sale. Laria liked it back here. She liked the energy of the place, heated by the fire, always crackling; she enjoyed creating, crafting, and making something from something else; and she loved the feeling it gave her while doing it, almost like she was a sorcerer, doing magical things that no one else could. In a way, that was true. That’s what made potty breaks even more gruelling. The damned thing tore her away from her work, her beautiful work. It was the same feeling of uselessness she felt while on the counter, just waiting for customers that didn’t exist. So, Laria sat down on the small wooden bench, her pull-up padding her bottom on the hard wood, and got to work. While she rubbed oil along the slender blade of a newly forged longsword, she looked towards the door. Boy, Krisp really doesn’t want to answer that question she thought, smiling to herself. “Krisp, are you going to answer or not?” “Do you really want an answer?” he asked. It was a tough topic to talk about in his defence, but they needed to be prepared, and this was the beginning of that laborious process. “Yes, I want your opinion. Do you really think they’ll be back?” Although Laria was looking at the sword, careful of where her hands were, she was sure to keep her ears towards the door. It would be nice to just focus on the sword, but she knew she couldn’t until the question was answered. She was beginning to feel a little full ‘down there’ again as well, now that her pee-fright had gone. But before Laria could put much thought into it, Krisp spoke up again. “Honestly ... yes.” he said sullenly “I think they’ll--” He switched his voice abruptly, the slightly worn baritone sparking into a lighter greeting. “Welcome! How can I…” Krisps greeting petered out, and all Laria could hear were mumbles from the door. A customer! Finally, something was going up in this godsforsaken town. She went back to her work, only to be called out again a few moments later. “L, grab that Caerson arming sword we made a few months back.” Laria frowned and got reluctantly up. She moved towards a rack where she and Krisp kept the finished weapons, and grabbed the small arming sword. Then, she carefully made her way out front, to see what all of this was about. They never got visitors, especially ones asking for something so expensive. If she was to be distracted from her work, at least it was for a sale. The customer stood on the opposite side of the counter, chatting idly to Krisp as they waited. He was a young man, dwarfed by gargantuan Krisp, but taller than Laria. He leant on the counter, messy blonde hair straggled across his face. It was curly, unruly stuff, splattered with mud. In fact, now that Laria looked, the man was covered head to toe in the stuff. Clearly a Little from the onesie and multicoloured polka-dot cloak, the man looked rather unhappy in his current state. “Here you go sir.” she said, passing the sword to the man. He took it, looking somewhat unsure, and then looked it up and down. Only as she stood there for a moment, watching the customer, did Laria notice the smell. It was that all too familiar stench of a messy diaper, a very messy diaper. Now she looked, the loaded thing bulked between his legs, forcing them slightly apart. Although it was probably rude to stare, Laria couldn’t take her eyes off the thing. What does it feel like? To have so much weight down there? In fact, she only stopped staring when Krisp nudged her, and she snapped sharply out of her daydream. Rather luckily, the customer was still inspecting the sword. It was quite funny watching him. The poor fellow clearly didn’t know what he was looking for, either that or he was distracted. Maybe it was the diaper… “My partner here can give you a run-down if you’d like a good sir?” Krisp said, putting the man out of his misery. “Yes,” the customer answered, sounding relieved, “That would be great.” and he handed the sword to Laria. As she smiled, taking the blade from the customer, she couldn’t help notice that her bladder seemed considerably fuller than it had before. Oh well, can’t stop now, she thought, besides, I’ll probably just freeze back up if I try the potty again. Laria balanced the sword on the tips of her fingers, showing the customer where the blade’s centre of gravity was. She looked towards the man, who proceeded to nod gently. Then, moving with the grace of the wind, she threw the sword in the air, and caught it by the hilt. Krisp chuckled, seeing the customer waddle back slightly in surprise. She swung the sword around a little, getting a feel for it. “Arming swords are usually side-arms.” she said, slicing through the air. This felt good, a blade in her arms. It had been so long since they’d had any customers, she’d almost forgotten how freeing it felt to wield a sword rather than craft one. I’ll have to take this up again! “Did you want one this size?” she said calmly, hiding the energy, the potential, deep inside her chest. “Yes. Something easy to travel with, light and agile. I... I used to have a similar weapon in the army.” the customer said, the last bit subdued somewhat. He glanced to the ground as he said it. Was he ashamed? Embarrassed? Surely he should know how to wield a sword if that were the case? Laria thought it best not to press him. She stopped her routine, and gently handed back the sword. He took it. “This should suit your needs quite well then.” said Laria. She glanced down at the man’s full diaper for a moment, but when she raised her eyes, she caught the customer’s gaze. His pale skin went suddenly red. It was almost as if he hadn’t even realised his diaper was that full until now, and was suddenly self-conscious. How couldn’t you realise when you’d messed yourself? Laria thought back to all the times she’d had an accident, and the bulge that stuck out of her pants. She remembered the earthy smell, the way it forced you to waddle along. Were Littles that oblivious? Krisp interrupted her train of thought, as per. “Is there anything else we can do for you?” he asked. For a moment, Laria didn’t know if it were possible for the man to blush more, but somehow he managed. “You … errr… you don’t know where I could change around here? I have my own supplies...” Krisp giggled slightly, but thankfully it seemed the man had gone as red as he could go. Now it was Laria’s turn to interrupt Krisp. “Yes, of course. This way Sir …” “Fost. Just, Fost.” “Okay Master Fost, this way please.” and she led him to the changing room out the back. FOST “Just back here.” the woman who ran the blacksmiths said. Fost waddled behind her as best he could, trying not to leak over their floor. Although he could handle the odd wet, or even messy, diaper, it had been two days now. He needed this so badly. It was clammy around his legs, the mess was dry and peeling, clinging to his skin like a crustacean. He followed the woman through the back of the shop and into the forge. A hazy fog of fire-smoke floated through the air ahead. “Through there,” the woman said, pointing at a door to Fost’s side. “Just go ahead and get started.” the woman continued, walking toward the forge’s fire, “I’ll just heat some water for you.” She didn’t bring her head up as she spoke, focusing intently on the fire and water instead. Fost nodded, though the woman didn’t see, and waddled into the small side-room. It was pretty standard as far as changing rooms went, though compared to the rest of the shop, it looked relatively new. The wooden walls were cleaner than the rest of the smithy, and a newly clay-tiled floor lay comfortably under a wooden table. It was the length of a man, and a leather cushion lay at the other end. It all looked barely used. Climbing onto the table was a little bit of a struggle. Fost didn’t particularly want to leak, these people were doing him a courtesy after all, and getting excrement everywhere would be extremely disrespectful. That was perhaps the one thing this strange place and his own homeland had in common -- it was always, always, impolite to make a mess when making messies. Of course it happened occasionally, accidentally. But only those barbarians in the south would be so disgusting as to do so deliberately. When Fost managed to get onto the table, he lay down, getting comfortable. Then, with practiced hands, he unbuttoned his onesie, and tore off the tapes of his diaper, which now rested on his upper waist. Presently, the woman entered with the water. Steam drifted off the surface, gently curling and swaying in the light breeze of the closing door. The woman placed the bowl down onto the tiles below, along with some small towels she carried. She drew another bucket out from under the table, and placed it at her feet. Then suddenly, she wrinkled her nose, apparently hit by the stinky onslaught of smells for the first time, especially now that the Diaper was open. Fost felt his face go hot, flushing. “I’m so sorry Miss.” he said out of sheer embarrassment. Normally in Luin, whenever changes happened, it wasn’t seen as a big deal. Everyone was used to it, and it was even enjoyable. Mommies and Daddies made their Little feel at ease, treating it, rightly so, as something that was perfectly natural. Clearly, here in the Dullen Isles, people weren’t so used to hiding their reactions. The woman seemed to blush a little as well. “It’s fine Sir … sorry I forgot your name.” “Fost.” he said, thankful for the change of subject. He relaxed a little at that. “I’m Laria,” the woman said. Laria. She was slightly shorter than Fost, though the height of the table seemed almost perfect for her. Dark skin glistening with the sweat of the forge, Laria wiped her forehead. She moved her already rolled sleeves up her arm a little, and bent down to soak one of the rags in the warm water. Then, she got back up, brushed some of her black, curling hair out of the way, and opened the front of the diaper. Even by Little standards, Fost had to admit it was horrid. In fact, he was surprised he hadn’t had a blowout, especially considering the dirty thing had been leaking for a good hour now. Lara scrunched up her nose again, and this time even Fost was forced to follow suit. “I am so sorry.” he said, his ears, cheeks, and neck burning in shame. “No no!” Laria said, somewhat less calmly than he was hoping to hear, “It happens to everyone.” Not around here though, thought Fost shamefully. She began to wipe him down, taking the wet cloth and squeezing the dirty water into the empty bucket. It felt amazing. After all he had been through over the past few days, to have the icky mess finally coming off him was utterly blissful. He felt light down there, clean, and fresh. He felt like the steam rising from hot water. He felt like the cool currents of the ocean. He felt like a gust of wind in the sky. Fost enjoyed this transcendent experience for a few moments, enjoying the peace, enjoying the silence. He looked to Laria, she was completely consumed in the work, focused and stone-eyed. It was an admirable trait, the likes of which Fost hadn’t seen in a very long time. Although she looked a little uncomfortable, maybe even slightly distracted at times, she continued working diligently. Only for a moment did she break her glance -- catching Fost in the act of looking, then swiftly returning to her task. Fost looked down quickly, not keen to make an awkward situation of it. “So,” Laria said eventually, still intent on her work, “What brings you so far north?” She said it almost absent-mindedly, but there was a quiet chorus of intrigue that rose from behind. Should he tell the truth? Should he say why he was here? He couldn’t see it causing much harm. It was just a book after-all. Besides, he concluded, maybe she can help. “Oh, I’m looking for a book.” said Fost, trying not to make a big deal out of it. “For a client down south.” “Oh Really? What does it look like? Maybe I can point you the right way.” Laria asked. Fost took a moment to answer. Not because he didn’t want to tell her, but rather because he didn’t know what to tell her. He couldn’t recall the woman mentioning what it looked like, other than it’s contents and… “It has a symbol on the front, I think. A sword on a shield, engraved into the cover.” he said, satisfied at the little victory over his memory. Laria, who was in the middle of her final wipes, stopped suddenly. She seemed to squint slightly, as if trying to remember something. Then, shaking her head, she went back to work. “Sorry, I can’t remember seeing anything like that.” she said. Eventually, she finished cleaning Fost down, his sparkly clean bare bottom on the cold table. Laria shuffled through Fost’s bag and found a clean diaper from the stash he left Bermont with, they were well stocked in the Capital. “Okay, bottom up.” Laria said, hoisting Fost’s legs upwards and laying out the white padding underneath. Fost noticed something different about her now. Whilst she was still focused on the task at hand, it was becoming clearer and clearer that she was struggling to maintain composure. The blacksmith was starting to wiggle a little, moving from side to side, almost as if… “You okay?” Fost asked as Laria did the tapes of his diaper up. “Yeah, I’m … I’m fine.” she said unconvincingly. Fost had seen that struggle before. It was common in these parts, where people weren’t so relaxed about just going in their diaper -- Laria was doing a pee-pee dance. “If you need to go, you should just go.” he said, as calmly as possible. “You do wear some sort of protection around here don’t you?” Laria looked up, seeming somewhat startled. Then, she nodded quickly. “Well I - ahhh - I should really be going in the potty.” She was really moving now that she didn’t have to hide it, blushing slightly as she gave into the full pee-pee dance. With a hand pressed between her legs, Laria wiggled up and down, stepping quickly from foot to foot. She was starting to go even redder too, though Fost didn’t know if it was from the strain or embarrassment. He should do something. Help somehow. “Would you like me to go and get the potty for y-” “No!” She almost shouted, before Fost could finish asking. “No, it’s … it’s fine…” Laria’s struggle seemed to hit a limit, and suddenly she stopped. “It’s fine, ahhhhhh.” as she spoke, her legs seemed to go weak, and a relieved smile crept onto her face. Fost couldn’t help but smile amusedly as well. She lent slightly forward, breathing heavily, for about two minutes, completely in her own world. Silence filled the room, so much so that Fost could hear the gentle trickle of a quickly filling pull-up. “You … err … you done?” he asked. Laria, clearly remembering she wasn’t alone, snapped her head up and shot up straight. “Heh, erm, sorry about that.” she said, blushing slightly. Fost had to suppress a giggle. It was strange to hear someone apologise for something that happened all the time in the south. “It’s fine, I’m used to it.” he said. Laria looked down to inspect the damage, and her long hair fell in front of her face. “Would you like a change or…?” Fost trailed off, watching Laria to see what she’d say. “Um…” “Oh, sorry, is that not … do you not do that here? In the south we generally swap and stuff but --” Fost spoke quickly, muttering that last bit. Laria interjected before he had a chance to finish. “No, we … we do that here too, for those of us who are still… y’know.” she said. “Oh, cool … that wasn’t … I’m sorry if it was out of line …” “Not at all!” she said, moving her head quickly up, and stepping forward slightly. “It’s fine, I would have asked the same thing.” “Okay, sorry if I …” “No, you don’t need to say sorry …” “Did you … did you errr … you still want me too-” “Yes!” she said quickly, a smile flickering on her face, “Errr, yes … yes please.” Fost’s face was scorching with embarrassment, and it was clear Laria was as well. Fost jumped down and went to find the supplies that Laria kept around, while she jumped onto the table. Then, soaking some clean rags, Fost got to work. Changing a pull-up was much the same as changing a diaper, though the garment was considerably less bulky. Laria had completely soaked through hers, and Fost was, for the second time today, surprised no-one leaked. “Y’know,” he said, taking the heavy pull-up and placing it beside the waste bucket, “You’d make a good Little with how much you soaked this thing.” “And you’d make a good Islander with that quick potty suggestion earlier!” Laria said, eliciting an embarrassed chuckle from Fost. Now that things were a little more comfortable, Laria seemed to open up a bit, and as Fost wiped her down, they talked a little about weapons. “You won’t find many larger ones around here,” Laria said, “They’re bought up quickly and used for war. At steep discounts too…” “I guessed as much, that’s the way things have always been in Luin. Always at war, always ‘acquiring’ weapons. Most non-army folk don’t get a word in.” “Yeah. Although, if you don’t mind me asking, you’re only looking for a book. Why do you need a sword?” Laria asked as Fost did the tapes of her pull-up. “Better safe than sorry, right? Bandits and all sorts on the road.” “Not around here. That’s one of the few good bits about --” DONG. DONG. DONG. A large bell rang through the village outside. Laria snapped up. “Oh no.” she said, and walked out of the room without bothering to put on her pants. Fost watched her go, slightly confused for a moment, and then decided that it would be best to follow her. What in the name of the gods is happening now? He cursed silently. Outside, people were gathering around a bell that stood in the middle of the village. Like Laria, a few of the younger folk were out here with their pull-ups on full show. Fost started to worry a little. This couldn’t be good whatever it was, and he was in a foreign town with foreign people. All around, people in the crowd glared at him. He pushed through the crowd and eventually found Laria, standing at the front. “Laria,” he asked, “what’s going on?” but he didn’t have to wait for an answer. Opposite the small crowd was a group of soldiers on horseback. Like Fost, they all wore bright cloaks, onesies, and each had a distinct diaper-bulge. There were at least thirty of them at the back, all wearing similar clothes to Fost, though with added armour plates here-and-there. Three of the newcomers stood proud and tall at the front. The one in the centre sucked on a pacifier haughtily, looking so utterly regal that he probably thought he shat gold. On his right was a woman, thin faced, and paler than ice. On his left was a man, hooded -- a cloak of deep twilight-blue. Fost felt something strange, like the gears of possibility shifted within him. But then something else caught his eye. Strapped to the hooded man’s waist was a book. A book with a shield and sword engraved on the front. END OF EPISODE 1

🍍Part 1: Patsy Bennett closed the door of her small apartment, removed her shoes and dropped down on the bed. Her entire body ached after the long shift in the restaurant and she only wanted to have some sleep until the next shift would begin. The apartment was small and shabby but it was the only place she could afford at her small waiter salary. Patsy grew up at an orphanage and she couldn’t get any decent education to get a better job. Sometimes she cursed her biological mother and the unfair fate. Why the hell couldn’t her mother keep her and raise her like any other one? Who was her mom? The life in the orphanage wasn’t that bad; it wasn’t like the old-fashioned horror houses from B movies. The staff was friendly even if the caretakers were strict. Her roommates also were nice but they couldn’t make up for mom, dad and siblings. She often dreamed of living in her own family and she wasn’t alone. Almost all children had the same dream. When she left the orphanage and found her job, her dreams changed. She had her own life even if it was a miserable one. It probably was too late to return and start anew. However she wanted to find her mother and … and what? What would Patsy be able to tell the person who had abandoned her like an unnecessary toy? Finding her biological mother seemed to be impossible. Patsy had asked about her mother earlier at the orphanage but she only learned her date of birth - the 14th of May 1995. The orphanage staff didn’t have any information on Patsy’s mother and they told her that the documents were destroyed when Patsy was released from the hospital. There was a hospital near the orphanage and Patsy guessed she was born there. All of sudden a crazy thought hit Patsy’s mind. What if she could travel back in time and find her mother at the moment she was released from the hospital? Patsy tried to scare off that intrusive image but she couldn’t. Travelling back in time was a pure fantasy though. About a week later she was in a hurry after her shift and absorbed herself in her thoughts when she took a wrong turn and stopped in front of a shabby house. It differed from all other houses and looked like it didn’t belong to the present time. She didn’t know why but she knocked on the door. “Come in,” a male voice called her and she entered the small house hesitantly. The voice that invited her belonged to a young man in his mid 30’s. Another older man was sitting in a rocking chair. Patsy noticed an incredible similarity of the men; they had to be father and son. “Sorry to disturb you but I was too curious and there is something odd that attracted my attention to your house. My name is Patsy Bennett.” “Don’t worry, miss Bennett. I’m kinda used to this kind of visitor. Our house keeps attracting the attention of passersby but they usually leave as soon as I introduce myself.” “How so? What’s strange about your name?” “It’s not the name miss. My name is James Hawkins and this is James Hawkins as well,” he pointed at the old man. “Well, it is not practical but still nice if father and son have equal names.” “Sorry miss; you are wrong. We are the same person.” “W … w … what?” Patsy almost fainted and dropped down on the nearby chair. Was she dreaming? “Well miss, are you about to run away now?” “I don’t know,” Patsy almost jumped up and ran away but her curiosity was much stronger. “How is that possible? Are you able to make your own copies or?” “That’s a long story. Would you like to hear it?” “Mister … can I say James to you? I’m tired just now but I’d like to come again tomorrow. I have a day off.” “Of course, miss … Patsy? Come tomorrow and we can talk. I also have something interesting to show you.” “I will come. It would be a little exciting to spend my day off in a more interesting way than browsing the town aimlessly.” Patsy couldn’t sleep that night and she had to think about the strange house and about ‘something interesting’. How was it possible to make copies of a person? The next morning she hurried up towards the strange house and knocked on the door impatiently: “Come in,” the voice invited her but it wasn’t the young man from the day before. The older James welcomed her: “Good morning,” “Good morning Patsy. The junior James is at work but you are welcome anyway.” “I can’t wait to hear your story; you also promised something interesting James.” “Of course, Patsy, I'll show you it first,” he stood up and brought a small case and opened it. There was something like a big clockwork inside with several metal dials and two handles inside. “Oh, what is it? I’ve never seen this kind of clockwork.” “Be patient, miss. Listen to my story. However, take it and look at the bottom.” Patsy lifted the mysterious clockwork and turned it upside down. It was surprisingly heavy. There was an inscription on the bottom: “TIMETRON A.D.1827” “Timetron? What does it mean? Where did you find this? This clockwork is a rare historical artifact.” “It’s more than a plain historical artifact and much more than a plain clockwork. Now let me continue. I bought this house long ago. It was surprisingly cheap and there were rumors about it and its history. According to those rumors two dead bodies were found there and the bodies looked like the same person. People believed in demons or similar evil powers. The house itself was abandoned and I spent a lot of time and money to do all necessary repairs. Anyway I didn’t notice any signs of supernatural powers.” “James, have you been living all alone here?” Patsy interrupted him. “Yeah, I have; I’m single and I’ve been focusing on my work the entire time. Now let’s proceed to a more interesting period. One day I decided to check the loft. Of course I did it before during the repair works but I didn’t browse all the old chests. To be honest, I don’t know why I took that decision but it changed my life forever. The chests were full of junk mostly but I found Timetron among that junk. Unfortunately, I didn’t have any idea what I had found. That day in the evening I cleaned it and studied all the buttons and dials. Look at them.” Patsy looked at the dials and she realized they were a kind of calendar. Turning the dials, she could set up any date. There was a dial numbered from 1 to 31, another one labeled with month names and four dials with numbers from 0 to 9 inside a square frame. “If I’m right, you could set up any day on these dials - from the year 0000 until 9999. Okay but it doesn’t make sense. What happens if you set the date?” “Miss Patsy, I also was curious about the mysterious machine. The first attempt was simple; I set the dials to the same day and wound up the machine. Nothing happened. I grabbed the handles, felt a bit light headed but nothing changed. The next attempt was much more courageous. I turned the dials to the day before and repeated the procedure. All of sudden the machine disappeared. I was taken aback; did I travel in time? The evidence was sitting in the chests on the loft. I hurried up and opened the correct chest. I almost fainted when I spotted the machine there.” “Wow, that really is a time travelling machine!” “Yeah, it is.” “How is it linked to your copy?” “I had an old friend but he died more than twenty years before I found the machine and unfortunately, I didn’t have any opportunity to see him. I got a call about his car accident and hurried up to the hospital but he died minutes before I arrived. I got a crazy idea to use the machine and arrive in time. Everything worked and I could say goodbye to him but I encountered myself in the hospital corridor. I returned home and found the machine. My second copy followed me. When I grabbed the handles, my copy was present in the room and returned with me.” Patsy looked at James and timetron in utter amazement. She would like to hear more but it was too much for her and she desperately wanted to see her mother. “James, your story is interesting indeed but it’s too much for me now and I’ll come later again to hear more. Now I'll tell you my reason; I’d like to find my mother; she abandoned me and I grew up in an orphanage. Maybe I’ll be able to change my past and grow up in a normal family. I know that this is a bold request but could I use timetron?” “Patsy, feel free to use it but be careful. Avoid meeting yourself in the past. If you want to change something in the past, I don’t have any idea of the consequences.” “What time should I choose. I was born on the 14th and I’d guess my mom was released two days later,” her fingers trembled when she turned the dials. 1995, May, 16th. She wound up the machine and grabbed both handles. Ticking could be heard and the world around her got blurred. Seconds later her vision cleared and she looked around. The old James had gone and she was alone in the house.

Planets and Pacifiers By Horatio Husky Ion engines engines efficiency at 87% Cooling system: normal Internal atmospheric composition: normal Navigation system: active Radiation shield: active Cargo Hold temperature: 282.9 degrees kelvin Cockpit temperature: 293.9 degrees kelvin Bridge temperature: 293.4 degrees kelvin Exterior temperature 2.7 degrees kelvin Complete system diagnosis: nominal Current Coordinates: 14.22524 tesseracts, 1532.24642 leths, 35.99946 endons Nebula Location Adjacency: Iago’s nebula “Yeah yeah yeah, stuff it.” A light orange fox lounged in a pilot’s seat, designed to be sat in in an upright, rigid position in order to maximize alertness in its user. Apollo did not seem to be so keen on respecting the design of the chair, for his posture gave off every impression except one of attention. He rolled his eyes and twirled a finger in his thick, yellow-dyed headfur. Did the machine really have to recite the information out loud every hour he thought to himself, as he yawned and stretched his arms and legs lethargically. A little shorter and light furred than most orange foxes his age, the 20 year old pilot was bored of his freight mission. “Work in the space fleet they said. It’ll be an adventure they said. You’ll rise through the ranks quickly they said.” he spoke aloud in a mocking tone, scrunching his face up and bringing his lip back, wagging his head in mock chipperness. The fox once again rolled his eyes, and glanced up at the various monitors in front of him, his well trained eyes picking out the pertinent pieces of information before him amongst the myriad of pointless stats and figures. The fox was driving a standard issue military freighter, loaded with food rations, armor supplies, energy cells, hygiene products, and other various necessities required by the military. A crucial job to keep the military sane, but still a very boring one. Apollo wished he wasn’t still such a low ranking pilot, and getting assigned a two month mission of just going from system to system had been taking a serious toll on his mind. He had grown tired of video games, movies, and even the virtual reality simulator, which unfortunately for him, had only demo access on the ship model he’d been stuck with. Cheap bastards. A notification appeared on one of the 9 monitors displayed on the glass in front of him, behind the glass a dual star system was fast approaching, the twin suns each radiating their light, as if to welcome the pilot to their system. The ship itself was shaped like the tip of an arrow, with a larger cylindrical portion hitched to its back, containing the various supplies. The dragon sperm was the nickname Apollo had unaffectionately dubbed his ship which he was more and more beginning to see as a prison of little stimulation. He waved a paw lazily, the dashboard registered his lackadaisical movement and opened the notification. A green x-ray image of what looked to be an abandoned station appeared in front of him, along with coordinates. His eyes glanced to them, and then excitedly sat up in his seat, boredom and self-pity forgotten. “It’s in the upcoming system, along the way!” he said aloud, ecstatic at finding such a relic. Running a quick diagnosis he was told that the station’s power system was in sleep mode as well as the on board AI, for how long it had been deactivated wasn’t specified, but the exterior looked as if it had taken a few decades of being beaten by the radiation pouring out by the sister stars only around 19 million kilometers away. Its primary objective for construction was also stated as infant care, which took him aback for a second. Recovering quickly, Apollo stuck his tongue out to the side of his maw, and excitedly concentrated at overriding the ship’s commands to continue on its passage, just for a quick stop to explore this obviously very important case of spatial exploration. He scratched at his white chest fur with a paw absentmindedly as he flipped a few switches, and pressing a button a semi-circle attached to a bar appeared, grasping the steering wheel he began to gently guide his ship towards the abandoned space station. “Haha!” he grinned to himself,”Finally I can actually use this piece of ship!” Grinning at his stupid pun, he approached the station. As he grew closer he noticed that it was larger than he expected, with a wide array of solar panels that seemed mostly intact, and surprisingly large ship loading and unloading docks. It’s gravitational anchor was a small, red looking planet which Apollo knew from his space class was probably due to oxidation of iron with the soil. Ignoring the planet he synced up his speed to the velocity of the station and chose a smaller landing area that seemed best sheltered from the radiation pouring from the center of the solar system. “Easy does it, come on you’ve done this dozens of times, YES!” exclaimed Apollo, as with a resounding noise the ship docked with the docking area, and the all too familiar hiss of an airlock engaged, connecting with the station. The scrawny fox giddily hopped out of his pilot’s seat and scampered his tail swishing excitedly over to his space suit. Almost shaking with glee, he quickly stepped into his space boots and allowed the system to place the rest of the suit on him. It couldn’t do it quick enough, however after a minute his helmet had set in place, and, clicking his heels together, the static adhesive pads activated on his boots and he stepped into the airlock. More hissing followed and the sounds of heavy metals moving was heard, and with a shudder, the airlock opened to reveal a more colorful spectacle than he had expected. A green light appearing on his helmet as he entered, he clicked a latch on the side of his space suit neck while also pressing a button on a wrist terminal on his left arm. With a sharp hiss, the helmet came off, and Apollo breathed in deeply. A strange yet oddly nostalgic smell entered his sensitive nostrils, and he frowned sniffing further, trying to identify the smell. “Is that… talcum powder?” he mused to himself, as he took a step further into the station. Along the walls were various infantile patterns of little cubs, kittens, puppies, and other children, some of them wearing little space suits and diapers, while others slept on crescent moons or floated through space, attached by a lifeline on a spacewalk exploring the galaxy. Cute, thought Apollo to himself, as he tapped his shoulder to activate a flashlight on it and after moving his eyes up and down and side to side, its beam synchronized with his own focused vision. He continued to walk through the facility, which was only lit by some of the twin star’s lights coming through windows that appeared every once in a while spanning from floor to ceiling, the red gravity anchor planet also reflecting the starlight into the station, giving it a soft, almost pinkish atmospheric light. On his way he passed a particularly sophisticated looking synthetic arm, hanging from the ceiling presumably via magnetism, for there seemed no obvious mechanic for it to be able to move from its spot as it hung dejectedly from the ceiling. “Aww man, is there going to be any loot in here? I really want to be able to show off to the others that I had an actual adventure!” Apollo complained, as he rounded into a corridor with several entrances. Picking the closest one to his left, the door opened automatically when he stepped in front of it to his great surprise, and revealed to him what looked like a room to change an infant’s diapers. A changing table with a menagerie of baby products stood as the centerpiece in the room, along with more depressed looking yet highly futuristic mechanical arms hanging above it, their skin a shiny white color and their exposed wire and machinery parts a glistening black. He noticed that the floor he’d been walking on was a rather soft looking blue carpet, and looking back the way he came he also observed that everything seemed to be designed with comfort in mind, for the safety of the children being taken care of here presumably. Clicking his wrist terminal, he tapped around until he found a locator, and followed the instructions on his monitor through a series of doors and corridors. Seeing much more of the cutesy tyke space exploration mosaic, he finally arrived at a hallway where he saw what looked like a terminal at the end. Striding over to it, he tapped experimentally on the large black screen. To his delight the screen illuminated, and he tapped through various windows until he arrived at an inventory and functionality list. His trained mind perusing quickly behind the boring details, he arrived at the description of the station’s purpose. “The primary objective of this institution is the cultivation and upbringing of infants through the first few stages of development; giving them an opportunity to develop stronger immune systems through systematic control of inoculation as well as stimulated development via exposure to an environment such as this space station, where the air, food, and lifestyle are all designed with the healthy and happy development of the child in mind. After the period of post-birth incubation is over, the children are then shipped out using a state of the art long-term space travel system to arrive at their final destination with highly stimulated beginnings and a matured immune system. As of this past century, the entire system has undergone a success in complete automation.” “Huh, a retro-nursery. Sure wish my parents stuck me in one of these before I turned 2, maybe then I could have become a cyborg engineer,” the fox muttered to himself sarcastically. He tabbed through more information screens, which just displayed various shipment records of supplies as well as a few analytics on the function of the energy system. Apollo was a little confused why the station was in a state of hibernation, for as he clicked through he realized that all of the systems in the place were running smoothly with no need for any major repairs. He frowned, and tried accessing an administrative tab to see if he could see if the station had been turned off intentionally. Something squeezed his shoulder and Apollo yelped loudly, ”BWAH!” His helmet which he’d been toting with him under his arm fell from his grasp, and landed softly on the carpet. Whirling around he found that one of the mechanical arms was firmly grasping his shoulder, tapping its index finger expectantly. He brushed away at it, but before he could try and get away from it it released him and pointed down the hallway to the right of the terminal, as if saying,”Come on bub, this way.” The fox blinked, then leaned down to pick up his fallen helmet, cocking his head to the side curiously,”I thought this place was in the hibernation mode.” As if to directly prove him wrong, the hall he was on became illuminated with cheery yellow lights, and he could hear whirring and clanging, as well as what sounded like a generator firing up somewhere in the institution. He looked around, bewildered but a little excited to see the station coming alive again. His excitement turned to a startled feeling however as the arm, seemingly rather impatient, grabbed his wrist and began tugging him down the hall at which it had pointed. Apollo protested, and tried yanking his way out of the arm’s grasp, but found himself comfortably yet firmly trapped in its vice, and all he could do was keep up with wherever it was leading him. His heart rate increased and he tried getting to his wrist terminal, but found that the jostling rate of the arm’s tugging didn’t allow him to punch in the code for a distress signal back to his ship. “Let go you piece of scrap! I’m the captain of a ship! Even though it’s a one man ship… Still a ship!” The arm utterly ignored his indignance as they rounded around a bend and the fox found himself back at the familiar hall with multiple entrances on the left and right. He was half lead half dragged into an entrance to the left, where he found himself faced with five more arms all expectantly holding various physician’s items and forms of measurement. Apollo was seriously starting to panic as the arm that lead him in released him only to immediately click a button on a panel next to the entrance and shut the door behind him. Two more arms descended from the ceiling and grabbed him by the upper arms, he thrashed and kicked, dropping his helmet once again and flailed, trying to get away from the metal captors. The arms began to assail their poor victim with the various instruments, looking inside his ears, forcing his jaw open to inspect his teeth with the instruments, grabbing at various muscles and one arm even had the gaul to gently squeeze his unspeakables. He yelped and twitched a little bit when that happened, yipping at an arm as it passed his head, furious with being manhandled without any consent. The arm that he had snapped at stopped moving, and quickly reversed direction back upwards into a surprisingly high ceiling. Noting that it seemed to reach for something high above him, it quickly descended back towards him and before he could react popped some sort of rubber bulb in his mouth. He tried spitting it out, but found that another arm was fastening something behind the back of his head which pulled on his cheeks, and with a muffled gasp he realized he was being gagged. Not just any gag though, as he moved the alien structure around in his mouth and attempted to suck on it, he realized the arm had stuck a pacifier in his mouth. “Em nawt a ba-MMM!” the bulb in the pacifier suddenly inflated in his mouth substantially, and Apollo found to his dismay that he was not longer able to open his mouth enough to even attempt to say words. He huffed into his pacifier, but before he could further reflect on his situation a panel appeared in the wall in front of him approximately a yard wide and tall, and looking closer he saw that a conveyor belt appeared to be moving inside of the panel opening. Jostling him the arms pushed him towards the conveyor belt and then lifted him onto it, he thrashed and flailed but to no avail, as he was deposited on the conveyor belt the panel shut behind him, and the only illumination was the flashlight on his space suit, which still followed wherever he gazed. The company which had designed the clever device warned strongly to never have it synced with in total darkness, for only seeing light in one’s central vision but never in their peripheral vision could cause bad paranoia and even hallucinations. Given the situation the fox seemed to have landed himself into, his paranoia was already sky high. He got himself up to his knees on the moving belt, only to have something thump him on the back back onto his stomach. He growled into his pacifier gag with frustration, and then began to panic as he felt something unzipping his space suit and grabbing the wrist with his personal terminal on it. The flashlight switched off, and the poor vulpine was thrown into complete darkness as the suit registered it was being taken off. Helpless and blind, the fox soon was being completely stripped of all clothing he wore. He shivered, terrified as his naked body continued to progress on the belt. He felt more things touching him, the machine examining every nook and cranny of his body, leaving him feeling completely helpless. Suddenly another panel opened, and he found himself being thrust unceremoniously into a pool of bubbly water. He spluttered, his thick yellow hair in his face. He tried to clear his eyes of hair but once again found his arms restrained and felt several brushes assault various parts of his body. Surprisingly pleasant, he was able to see past a break in his sopping wet hair that he was being scrubbed head to toe by more mechanical arms in what he guessed was a large bath. Unable to do much but allow himself to be cleaned, Apollo cursed his stupidity at not being more careful. “Still,” he thought,”once the system does whatever this integration protocol is or whatever, I’m sure when it’s satisfied I’ll be able to get back to my ship.” Confident in this assumption, he reluctantly allowed the arms to finish cleaning him, lifting him out of the tub and blasting him with air from vents below where they had deposited him. As the air shut off, his hair fluffed out. He groaned, he must really looked like a little kid with all his fur all over the place. He reached back to try and unfasten his pacifier gag, but wasn’t quick enough for once again an arm grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him out of the room, down the soft carpet, which the still naked Apollo now appreciated, and into the room he had first seen. Before him stood a changing table. “That is a big no from me,” thought Apollo, as to his dismay he was lifted up onto the table and had his wrists and ankles strapped to the corners. The poor fox whimpered, unhappy that he seemingly had lost all freedom and trust to do anything for himself. He winced and tried moving away from an arm that began to spread a white cream into his fur around his groin, on his bottom, and, tensing, around his sensitive bits. Another arm gently slid a hand under his lower back, and lifted him upwards. The fox looked down at himself, and saw that one arm was rising up clutching a thick, dark blue diaper with constellation patterns adorning it. The solar sailor squirmed and moaned in objection as the diaper was unfolded and slid gently under his quivering bottom. As he settled down on it he was surprised at the incredibly softness of the material against him. Another mechanical arm began applying generous amounts of baby powder in his diaper area, causing him to sneeze and shiver. Putting away the various infantile cosmetical supplies, the arms folded the front of the diaper over Apollo’s front, and snugly taped it in place, three tapes on each side. Apollo flexed his thighs and his buttcheeks, realizing that the soft padding was firmly in place. The corner restraints released, but before he could attempt to escape where previously the restraints held his wrists and ankles arms grasped him, lifting him out off of the changing table and unceremoniously carrying him out of the room, much to his displeasure. Trying to thrash and twist out of their grasp, the fox suckled nervously on his pacifier gag as he was carried into yet another room, inside of which were various mirrors and cabinets from the floor high up into the tall ceiling. The arms carried him to the center of the room, where he was able to see his pathetic state in one of the mirrors. His cheeks reddened, the fox was already a little bit on the small size, but the pacifier and the diaper did little to make him look like the adult he was. The poor pilot had gone from commanding his own ship to looking like he able to do little else than use his own diapers and suckle his pacifier. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed some more arms that had appeared from above shuffling through the cabinets. The four arms that had carried him in still firmly holding him in the air, and the arms that had been searching through cabinets soon descended on him with various items. He felt a pressure on his ankle, and looked down to see a slim black bracelet placed above his footpaw. A small red light appeared on it, which turned to green and quickly vanished. His tail curled around his thigh, right under his diaper. “I’ve just been tagged! Am I going to be imprisoned here? Why would they need to track me?!” he thought apprehensively. Something went over his ears and onto his head, then fastened underneath his chin. He looked up into the mirror to see what was being put on him but was blinded by yet another thing being pulled over his head. The arms meandered their way into releasing and grasping his limbs once again as he was forced into a piece of clothing. His head emerging, he saw in the mirror that he was garbed in a thick, and rather heavy infant gown with a bonnet fastened over his hair. Feeling incredibly humiliated and infantile, his indignance was further increased as the arms thrust his hands into blue rounded mittens, and locked them in place with a touch of a finger on the wrist cloth, a lock symbol glowing briefly, telling Apollo he was not getting out of them any time soon. “Blasted station! How on earth is such a sophisticated looking system mistake an adult for a newborn infant?!” he once again thought to himself in frustration and panic. He moaned desperately into his pacifier, realizing that he may not be able to get of his situation as soon as the machine was done babying him. He’d have to wait until the machine left him alone with some time and he could figure out somehow how to get his gag and mittens off. Seeing how his clothes and wrist communicator had been confiscated by the machine, he’d have to do some exploring through the facility to voice activate it. In an all too familiar motion the arms grabbed his limbs and raised him up once more, parading him out of the room and down the hallway. They traveled for a longer period than previously, and Apollo was able to marvel at the true size and infantile design the station sported. It really made him feel as if he were inside a giant nursery, designed to make the environment as soothing and babyish as possible with the patterns on the wall, soft curves of the corners, and the ever persistent smell of baby powder lingering in the air. Or maybe that was just him,”Ugh…” thought the fox to himself,”Where on earth are these things taking me?” After a minute more of being carried through the various passageways they arrived at a large arch, above which was written ”Incubation Pods.” Apollo’s pacifier would have dropped from his agape mouth had it not been snuggly strapped in. The room they entered was gigantic, several hundred meters from wall to wall, ceiling to ceiling, with wide pathways in the center allowing access to both mechanical arms and any bipeds or quadrupeds wanting to admire the space and walk through it. Between tall, narrow windows revealing the gorgeous outer space outside were several spacious pods, around three meters long and two meters wide. Apollo’s question of what was inside of the pods lining the walls was soon answered as the arms magnetic rail connection clipped onto a vertical rail line and he began to ascend upwards. Although a pilot, Apollo still was rather uncomfortable with large heights and with no titanium and carbon fiber vessel to hold him securely in place he tensed with apprehension as the arms carried him upwards. Maneuvering towards a pod in the center of the room, a few pods away from the nearest vertical window the fox saw that the interior was lined with soft, blue padding, a thick fleece blanket covered the middle, and several large fluffy pillows and a few choice large stuffed animals were contained within the pods. The upper half was made of a clear substance, and one of the pods lifted this translucent lid slightly with as hiss as the arms approached with their prey: the poor, rather babyishly garbed fox pilot. Presuming that he’d be put in one of the pods Apollo once again resumed his struggles, now in bigger earnest than before. He kicked and thrashed, yelling into his gag in anger as he exerted himself. His elbow connected with something hard, and he felt a rather nasty pain coming from his arm but realized with delight he must have succeeded in causing some damage. He glanced down, just in time to see one of the arms shattering into a million pieces on the walkway below. Looking up, he saw the end of what remained of the arm, sparking with electricity. Using his now freed arm he reached to attack the others that held him, but almost wet his newly acquired padding instead. Two dozen arms were now surging towards him, they grabbed his arms, legs, torso, and head, with the firmness increasing more and more as he attempted to resist them. They deposited him into the pod, pulling back the heavy looking blanket several arms pulled out several straps and folds hidden within the seams of the internal bedding. A harness with straps thick enough to almost constitute as clothing were drawn across his torso and crotch, tightly fastening them by what looked like velcro the fox. He tried moving and pawing at the restraints with his mittens, but found that it held him tightly in place in the center of the pod. He threw his head back and harrumphed in frustration as the arms retreated from the pod, the glass covering sealing back into place leaving the pilot to his own thoughts. He squirmed, pathetically tring to his use mittened paws to grasp at his secured torso, his pacifier, and the bonnet on his head tied under his chin. “This is humiliating,” he thought to himself,”I’ll never be able to live this down if anybody finds out, but how the hell am I supposed to escape if every time I do anything I get swarmed by those wretched arms!” He gasped slightly, and suckled on his pacifier a few times before consciously stopping himself when he realized what he was doing. “That’s it! I just have to do exactly what the system wants me to do and behave like a baby, then pull a fast one at the last minute!” Had he not been limited in his mobility, Apollo would have patted himself on the back for such an ingenious idea. Before he could further congratulate himself on being the smartest space pilot in the entire galaxy he jumped with surprise as a panel in the side of the bedding of the pod appeared out of nowhere, and more arms appeared. Gods above he was getting really sick of him he thought, as he wearily watched them approach him. Unstrapping the pacifier gag behind his head, the fox had hardly an opportunity to say anything until another rubber stopper was deposited firmly in place. He frowned, biting down on it. A squirt of sweet liquid came into contact with his tongue, and he looking down he saw a large baby bottle had been placed into his maw, patterns of stars, comets, and planets adorning it. The liquid inside of the container was a slight pink color, and as the fox took an experimental suckle on the thing, realized it was flavored strawberry. Apollo loved strawberries, and against his better judgement listened to the anguished growl that arose from his stomach as he realized he had not eaten in quite a while. Mentally shrugging, he allowed himself to be fed from the bottle, the contents tasted like a creamy strawberry milkshake, one of his favorite treats as a young kit back on his home planet. His eyelids drooped, and the interval between each suckle on his baba lengthened. A soothing female voice suddenly began to filter into the little crib pod, whispering little nothings into his ear, cooing and admiring on how incredibly cute and sweet he was. Apollo’s ear twitched and and a drol smile spread across his face, feeling surprisingly content albeit the situation. He wondered why he’d been so worked up just a few minutes ago. Why fuss? He was snuggly secured in his little crib, and his belly was full of delicious strawberry flavored milkshake! He wriggled comfortably, feeling almost fuzzy with coziness. He hardly noticed as the arms withdrew the bottle from his milk stained lips to be once again replaced with the pacifier gag, pulled the heavy blanket onto him, moved a pillow under his head, and placed a large, red dragon plushie in his arms, which he sleepily hugged tightly to himself with both arms. The little pilot’s consciousness dripped, then ebbed, and then slowly sank into a deep sleep, his breath slowing and his mind set at an ease he hadn’t experienced since he had been a little kit oh so many years ago. Apollo would barely remember this occurring later, but after what must have been only a few hours he woke up, but still felt incredibly sleepy from his deep sleep. He squirmed uncomfortably, and found that his surroundings were dark. His mind still in the clouds of hypnos, he tried to get up to empty his bladder. For some reason he wasn’t able to, and his still incredibly sleepy mind didn’t want to put forth more effort than it had to. He settled back down, and as he drifted back to sleep he felt a warm dampness spreading near the front of his crotch. His previously very full bladder now relieved, Apollo snuggled his cheek against the dragon plushie he hugged tightly, his padding now a little bigger and more tightly pressed against him than it had been previously. Apollo let out a sigh, and went back to sleep. ~ ~ ~ His vision was blurry and the light too harsh for his dark-accustomed eyes. He raised a paw to shield them from the brightness, and as his eyes went back into focus he saw the locked mitten still fixed on his hand. The events that had recently happened to him came flooding back, and suddenly he was wide awake. Shifting around to check if he was still secured in the straps, he felt something damp in his diaper. A feeling of shock and slight dread filled him, as he moved around further. “Did I wet myself when I slept?!” his mind screamed, as he brought his thighs together. To his dismay the absorbent material inside his diaper squished and crinkled, confirming his suspicions. His stomach gurgled, and his anxiety intensified as he realized that he had not used the toilet in a very long time. A pressure began to form on his lower abdomen, building up and pressing on his furry behind. Groaning he covered his face with his mittened paws and unconsciously suckled on his pacifier, he clenched his cheeks together, refusing to give up this aspect of his adulthood. The battle was waged for several minutes, but Apollo saw how it would eventually end. He whimpered, the pain beginning to register a higher intensity as he tried not to mess himself. A tear welled up in his right eye, and with a defeated cry muffled from his pacifier the contents of his bowels thundered into the backseat of his padding. He leaned forward slightly, bringing his legs up only to be hindered by the heavy blanket still weighing down upon him. The warm messed ballooned into his diapers, spreading out slightly into the front of his diaper. His release had been complete, for along with the back he had also wet the front even more. Apollo, military space pilot, captain of the ‘dragon sperm,’ had helpless used his diapers like a baby. No readjustment or movement allowed him to get away from the mess in his pants, the crinkling was muffled by the blanket as he shifted, the restrictive straps further pressing the padding onto his body as the material had swelled with his multiple instances of wetting. He lay there for what felt like an hour, during which he once again wet his diapers. “I must have been drugged, why would my body be reacting like this just because I’m dressed in baby clothes?” He shook his head, cursing himself for being so stupid as the puzzle pieces fell into place. They must have given him quite the cocktail to have completely incapacitated him to the point of being unable to keep his pants clean. “Good morning piddlepants!” a voice rang through the pod, jumping Apollo out of his revery. He looked around confused, the voice behind the exclamation was the same as the AI announcer voice he had heard before his rather lengthy nap, and it surprised him to be hearing it addressing him so directly. “How’s our little baby boy today! Did we use our diapers last night? Good little babies use their diapers and let their mommies and daddies love them for it!” Blushing at the infantile talk, Apollo saw through the glass that several arms were approaching his pod, clutching various changing supplies they approached, reaching into it as with another hiss the upper dome opened. Moving the blanket off of the little pilot they worked at unstrapping him out of the bundle and unclothed him until only his used diaper was open to the air. The smell hit his nostrils and he whimpered, a feeling of complete helplessness coursing through his mind as the arms held his own above his head and untapped his diaper. Cool, soothing baby wipes began wiping his messed fur, and he was slightly relieved that the arms were doing a good job at cleaning his accident from his body. The diaper was wrapped up, and a cream and powder was once again generously applied to his diaper area, his boy parts and cheeks rubbed with the substance to ensure maximum coverage. Cringing at the infantility of it all, he was both glad and dismayed when another, even thicker, diaper was placed beneath his raised behind, and he was securely fastened back into thick padding, the tapes snuggly ensuring he was nice and comfy inside of his thick underpants. The arms did what they did best and grabbed and lifted him up, his heart falling somewhere into his thick padding as he was retrieved from inside of the pod and carried back down onto the walkways in the middle of the vast space. At the bottom he saw what looked like a carriage, and found himself being placed into a thick, cushy bag of sorts. His arms were wrapped around himself and his knees were brought up to his chest. The fox squirmed, not uncomfortable but confined in what the fox took to be an oversized bunting bag. The arms placed and secured him into the carriage, strapping the bunting bag in over his chest and legs. Apollo could only suckle on his pacifier still lodged in his mouth and squirm as he was lead out of the giant room and further into the station. Something about the structure of the station where he was traveling through rang a bell, and he realized that they must be heading towards the main docking station he had spotted earlier when looking for an appropriate entrance. One of the arms delicately pushed the carriage through the station, and after what seemed like the longest hallway in the entire facility they emerged into another open space, smaller than where the pods were kept but still impressively large. The docks overlooked the vastness of space and were separating the bubble of air that Apollo relied on by a pink force field which buzzed quietly. Apollo was lifted out of his carriage and saw out of the corner of the force field window about half of his ship, still docked where he had left it. His heart leaped up in excitement, as he began to struggle even more against his bonds, hoping the ship would register his distress through the force field and send a signal for help. Help arrived at that very instant, but not the kind that the pilot expected. Another military freighter arrived, decelerating as it approached his docked ship, and Apollo whooped into his pacifier as he saw it approach his ship. His vision was blocked as the arms placed him into a small ship he hadn’t noticed. Seeing his reflection in one of the arm’s shiny white limbs he saw a picture of a stork in a spacesuit flying a ship with the words, ”Baby on board” written across its side. A glass seal then slid in front of him as arms located inside of the little space vessel secured him into a small baby seat, like the carseats he had seen kits being placed in when going on car trips. His pacifier gag was removed, and a bottle was thrust in instead, he bit down on the nipple of the bottle clenching it shut, he refused to be drugged again, he refused to be babied, he wanted release! A sweet, tinkling melody began playing from the speakers in the ship, and the voice of the AI once again began to coo at him, reassuring him that everything was going to be alright, that he was just a little helpless infant, and that he was well loved and comfortable. The ship rumbled, and the engines fired. As the little vessel rocketed out of the station, he saw way off in the distance the new freighter that had arrived, towing his old ship behind it as the ion engines reached maximum velocity. Apollo looked up in dismay and frustration at realizing that the new ship had not noticed his plight, and saw that a mirror was placed above him. He gawked at his appearance. The pilot was small for his age true, but now he looked even fluffier, shorter, and younger than he had before. With a bit of effort, he pulled his arms out of the bunting bag and examined his mittened paws. It was true, they seemed stubbier and shorter for some reason. The arm holding the bottle in his mouth squeezed it, and the fox found he was no longer able to contain the liquid from entering his mouth. As the liquid poured into his mouth the effect was almost immediate, he relaxed, his arms laying down by his sides as the babyseat began to rock forwards and backwards slightly, a slight vibration starting at the front and back seat of his diaper as the seat worked away at his tense nerves. The stars outside of his window twinkled, and the voice informed him that he should be excited for the future. His new mommy and daddy were waiting for their new baby. Apollo felt a release happen, and uncontrollably wet the front of his diaper. The sweet, strawberry solution tasted rich and creamy as allowed himself to be fed. His mind felt once again at ease, why should he care about his freighter? He was only a little kit! Piloting ships was something big furs did, not little baby ones! His eyelids grew heavy, and the fox began to doze contentedly; the ship cruised through the ethers of space, gently rocking the little fox to a pleasant sleep. The last thing his eyes saw before they dropped were the twin suns, their bright light still warmly radiating into space, now as if to wish him a farewell. ~ ~ ~ Do you enjoy reading my content? Check out my other stories on my page or follow me on Twitter or FA! Twitter: https://twitter.com/horatiohusky FA: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/horatiohusky/

I'm taking a punt on this type of story, its going to be full of magic and vamipres, let me know if you like it and if you wish to roleplay with this theme or something similar. I've been told that I shouldn't put pictures in the story but I like too coz its better than a long list of what the character looks like. So this is Mattias Bourbon he is a thousand year old vampire. This is Matilda Rogers but she goes by Tilly. She is 18 years old. Chapter 1 - Sweet Girl We Meet Again Back and forth, back and forth. That's all I could do. It had been 8 hours, I could hear the church bells as the chimed on the hour. They called it a bedroom but if you have a lock on the outside of the door and bars on the window it's really a cell. I had been in this asylum for as long as I can remember. It was the only home I had ever known, not that it was much of a home. This really was a hell on earth. Lifting my dirty shift I had to wear day in and day out, I gently place my hands on my poor marked bottom. Sister Agatha had really done a number on it this morning. Stupid old nun. If she had let me speak at breakfast I would have told her I had to pee. I tried to get her attention but she had shushed me, It wasn't long before I felt the warm trickle of pee run down my legs and form a little puddle on the floor. I had tried to hide it as we left the dining hall but Sally the Snitch had to shout out "Tilly wet herself again!" Sister Agatha came up behind me and before I could do anything she had grabbed my ear twisting it so I was forced to bend over "YOU WICKED WICKED GIRL!" she shouts as she pulls me along the hallways to the punishment room. Pushing me down over the old exercise horse she used the straps that are attached to the bottom of it to secure my hands and feet. She then picked a switch, there was a bunch of them and the nuns liked to use them on us all the time. She roughly pulls my dress up and without warning she starts to whip me, I try to be brave but it isn't long before I break and beg for mercy "PLEASE SISTER!" I scream as the switch cuts into my poor bottom. "WICKED GIRL!" was all she said as she continue to whip me. My whole body was shaking when she finally finished. Unbuckling the straps I slide onto the floor. To weak and scared to move but Sister Agatha simply pulled me up and along by the arm. When we got to my cell she pushed me in and slammed the door. I crawled up onto my old army cot and sobbed. I could swear my bottom was bleeding but it was far too sore to touch. After I had finally calmed myself down I got up and I had been walking in straight lines since. There was nothing else to do, all that was in the room was an old army cot and a chamber pot. The sun had set about 2 hours ago, it was December so the nights came fast. It was so cold here, I had the blanket they gave to each of the girls, wrapped around my shoulders to try and keep me warm. I wanted heat and food, I didn't care which came first. Suddenly I can hear voices coming along the hall, it sounded like Sister Mary, the mother superior and a man. But that couldn't be right. No men were allowed in St Peter's Girls Asylum. They stop outside the locked door of my cell, fearing more punishment I quickly get into bed and pretend to be asleep. Keys jangle and the door opens. "Are you sure you want this one?" Sister Mary asks "Yes she is the one" the man answers and I feel him coming closer to the cot, he bends down, I guess to take a better look at me so I keep my eyes shut "Sweet girl, we meet again. I'll take her" Take me where? And what did he mean we meet again? I think. We weren't supposed to leave ever and I had definitely never met anyone apart from the nuns and other inmates. "Now?" Sister Mary sounds a little put out. She sighs before ripping the blanket away from me "Up girl" I open my eyes again and see Sister Mary standing over me with a man beside her. I had never seen a man before, not in real life anyways just in pictures and books when the nuns weren't looking. He looked like a giant. "Up up up!" Sister Mary repeats, clearly I wasn't moving fast enough for her, I sit up and move to get off the cot, my bottom touches the cot causing me to cry out "Ouch!" I jump up and rub my bottom. "She's been punished?" The man asks, his voice emotionless and cold. "Well Tilly here has a problem with wetting, we have tried many different methods to stop it but none have worked. So now she is whipped every time she wets" "I would like to inspect the damage" he says I think he is talking to me. I look at Sister Mary, unsure what to do but she simply nods. Hoping I am doing the right thing I slowly turn around and bend over a little before lifting my dress up to my waist. "Tsk tsk tsk" is all the man says as I feel a hand on my bottom, but it doesn't hurt like it should, it feels soothing. This is odd, I think. He removes his hand and I straighten up allowing my dress to fall back into place. Without saying anything else to Sister Mary the man turns to leave my cell "Come Matilda" he orders, not even looking back. Sister Mary grabs my arm as stay glued to the spot. "Go with him girl, do what he says or you shall be right back here" Without a second thought I walk as quickly as I can to catch up with the man. I dare not speak until we are out the front door of the asylum. "Where are we going?" I ask as he opens the passenger door of his large black car. He ignores me. "Get in young lady or sore bottom or not you will be punished" I quickly slide into the car as he gets into the other side. Reaching over me he pulls the seatbelt around me and clips it into place. He drives through the old gates and heads towards a dark and winding road. "Where are we going?" I dare to ask again. He gives a simple one word answer. "Home"

(So these are the first few pages of a fantasy/comedy/kink comic I was working on with Aungshadow on devinatart. Along with a typical fantasy adventure base, it would have abdl, sissy, and bdsm themes, and feature my OC as a diapered sub warrior and his as a sissified sub mage. * I wrote out the script and he was going to draw it, but I'm not sure if it is going to continue as he is having some perosnal issues. Anyway, here is the beginning, and if there is ever more I'll post here) (*I mean... his character is still technically diapered... and mine is still technically sissified... but those are the more noticeable "roles")

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

Hey everyone! I'm cross posting this from reddit r/ABDL. One of my earliest ABDL fantasies was to be forced or tricked (by a bet or something else) into wearing adult diapers under my clothes in some public or outdoor place like a mall. Then, someone would steal my shorts, leaving me with an exposed (and maybe used) diaper. I have no idea why this kind of exhibitionism/humiliation is appealing to me, but it has always been my "white whale" of life experiences. But, as most all of the reasonable people here know, to actually carry out such an endeavor myself would be inconsiderate to others, damaging to my reputation, and in many places illegal. I can always daydream that my girlfriend will do this to me someday beyond my control or planning, but that's not very likely. It seems to me, based on the many forum posts and stories I've read, that this type of forced diaper humiliation or exposure fantasy is pretty common in the ABDL/DDLG/BDSM communities. Thus, I would love to find a good way to experience some semblance of unavoidable diaper humiliation/exposure WITHOUT forcing the fetish on random bystanders, and preferably without having my professional/personal reputation effected. Is there a safe/smart/non-creepy/legal way to experience this? If not, what are your favorite alternatives?

Proof read and edited. If I missed anything I'm sorry. First and foremost- This is my first attempt at this type of writing and depending on feed back will more or less determine if I continue or not. I will be writing two different stories this one which I'm more used to doing as I write fantasy and another which will remain secret for now. As a side note this will be all written on my phone so if I miss any typos I beg your forgiveness. P.S I'm not sure if this type of writing will be popular. A warm breeze filled the air making the leaves of the surrounding trees come to life as if they were speaking to one another. As the breeze passed and the clattering of leaves began to dull down a small voice that mumbled, "Sooo peaceful. I can sleep here forever." The voice itself belonged to a girl who was sleeping in a small clearing surrounded by emerald green grass. One such blade of grass was now tickling her nose causing her peaceful features to contort until, "ACHOO!" With a sudden jolt from the sneeze the girl found herself wide awake. She found herself in a daze as she turned to faces the sky; sniffling slightly as she yawned. The seemingly limitless sky stretched out before her and her first words since she awoke softly escaped from her lips, "Who am I?" That's correct. She didn't know who she was or where she was for that matter. All she knew is that she felt at peace surrounded by the trees and slightly warm air. Her gaze vacant towards the endless expanse as lights slowly clicked on in her mind. As they did her head began to pound with each beat of her heart. The pain intensified until it almost became too much for her to bare. Causing words to try escape from her. However as she tried to speak; her hands flew up clenching her forehead as she attempted to grasp the pain itself, but to no avail. Finally with effort she spewed forth the words, "Where am I? Why does my head hurt so much?" She pressured herself further into thought attempting to grasp onto any thoughts or memories other than the blank void that currently filled her. Soon the pain cleared and one word came to mind, "Luna." The four letters floated in her mind almost in an iridescent yellow light. It was her name. As the pain faded to nothing she felt slightly triumphant as she remembered something at the very least. "Luna, huh?" She spoke her name softly as the sweet relief of the pain fading away washing over her. After taking a couple deep breathed and enjoying the sun a bit more as well as the song of the birds she sat up and to her dismay a surprise awaited her. A crinkling noise coming from her lower regions. With a couple blinks to process as she stared at the thing that currently wrapped her nether regions it came to her and an immediate reaction of embarrassment flooded her entire being as her face flushed red. It was a diaper. "What the?!" She said somewhat loudly disrupting the near by birds chirping with a few taking off from their perches in the trees. "Why am I wearing a diaper?!" She shouted within her mind. Her memories were far from intact, but she knew what things were still. A diaper was typically something a baby wore and she was NOT a baby. She instinctually tried to cover it, but she had no pants or even a skirt. She had a shirt with a leather doublet over it with a few pockets to hold a few things, but nothing else. Her gaze shifted away from herself to her surroundings, but found no prying eyes so she let out a breathe of relief as her embarrassment began to cool off. As she inspected her surroundings more in depth she found a bag layinf a few feet away. As well as shredded pieces of cloth and leather as if something had been torn to pieces. However her mind quickly went back to the matter of the diaper. She gulped to herself as her gaze returned to it and it was then she noticed something odd about it causing her to freeze up. As she appraised the diaper she noticed on the bottom between her legs it was stained in a slight yellow hue. "No way- NO WAY!" She echoed in her mind. Not only was she wearing a diaper, but she actually peed herself while sleeping. Her eyes became slightly misty as the embarrassment she was beginning to lose came flooding back to her. Quickly she covered her eyes with her palms rubbing them to hopefully clear them before tears ran down her face. "Am I incontinent or at the very least a bed wetter?" She thought as she sniffed. Her mind began to race to various things and as what to do. She didn't have pants and briefly thought of discarding the diaper, but quickly came to the realization that wearing it was better than being naked. "The bag!" Her mind cried out as her gaze settled on the brown leather bag. It was of decent size over all and even had a strap to help carry it. It could also be considered her only possession other than what she wore currently. Quickly she placed her hope into it and it's possible contents. She quickly stood up resolving herself to figure out the mysteries of the bag and what laid within. As she rose she was accompanied by the sound of the crinkling diaper. It was here she felt the width and warmth of the diaper between her legs for the first time in depth and what had occurred sunk further within her. A soft sigh escaped as her heart beat louder than before making her face heat up. If that wasn't bad enough it made noise with every step towards the bag and was essentially yelling out to the world she was wearing a diaper. The distance to the bag was only a few feet at most on only took five steps. She crouched down with an even louder crinkle that seemed to be amplified in the silence and the already red blush on her face grew. Inspecting the bag; it seemed quite ordinary in design, but had a total of four pockets with zippers sealing each. One large for the main compartment, one medium sized one in the front, and two small pouch sized ones on either side of the bag. With a gulp and firm resolve she reached for the main compartment of the bag. She began to pull on it and it slid open without resistance. However as she tried to peer within to see it's contents she was met with a black void. Causing her to blink quizzically at it while attempting to rack her brain to figure out what it was. It was then and there the bag itself began to speak with a gruff voice, "Ah, lady Luna! You've awakened. It feels like weeks since... Well... Anything actually." It's voice seemed to break off into thought towards the end. However this frightened her quite a bit and she flew back startled. Her diapered butt hitting the ground hard as a slight gasp escaped from her lips. Luckily the diaper stuffing protecting her from most of the fall. "Why is it talking? From what I know about bags they aren't supposed to talk! It also seems to know me. How?" She questioned herself and hoped in her mind she knew why this bag spoke and much more why it knew her name. A chuckle came from the bag as it seemed to read her thoughts and began to speak as if it were teasing her, "Some things don't change do they? Miss Luna you're going to need a change quite soon with the way you're filling up your diaper." He spoke quite teasingly towards her and gave off the sense it was watching her. However that quickly became the least of her concerns as she was in full display due to falling backwards her soiled diaper was quickly becoming more soiled as she had began to pee herself again. It was then she realized that she really did have no control as the diaper quickly absorbed the liquid the came out from her. Quickly growing warmer, puffier, and gaining a more yellow hue. "W-why?" She spit out as her embarrassment reached maximum. It- Albeit a bag- had just watched her wet herself in full display. She tried to stop herself, but it kept coming no matter how hard she tried until her bladder completely relieved itself. Quickly realizing that she couldn't stop she tried to shield herself by hugging her legs to her chest. Moments of silence filled the air as she hugged her knees in shame. "Miss Luna- Are you embarrassed? You shouldn't be as I was made to help you. Not embarrass you. I contain clean diapers and various other items to help you." The bag spoke to her and in a slight whisper with a hint of shame she asked, "Really?" Clearing the tears from her eyes again. She quickly came to realize she really was a crybaby as within the last fifteen minutes she began to cry on at least three accounts. "But of course miss Luna. You're my mistress. Come look within me." The bag continued to attempt to comfort her as she crawled back towards the bag. Glimpsing once again into the main compartment of the bag she found it's words to be true. A diaper shot out from within the darkness of the bag and into the air; startling her slightly. However she quickly moved out of the way in time as it whizzed past her cheek. The diaper then slowly drifted down into her hands as she opened them palms up. A clean diaper now laid in her hands and at the very least she now had some form of dealing with her issue of wetting herself. "At least now I can wear a clean one and since I just went I shouldn't have to go again right? Wait if it had diapers and more maybe the more part has pants or something I could wear over the diaper as well!" The thought came to her like a strike of lightning. Quickly she straightened up. At the very least it would make this horrible situation more manageable and it wouldn'thurt to ask, right? Resolving herself again she turned to the bag and asked, "Would you happen to have something I could wear over the diaper? Like pants or something?" She asked with hope in her heart. However that was quickly shut down with a resounding no. Of course that would be too easy. She weeped within her mind as hope dissipated. "At the very least I can put a clean diaper on. It is certainly better than nothing." She thought as her gaze rested on the four tapes that crossed over the front of the soaked diaper. Her free hand quickly and firmly grasped the end of one of the tapes. She found out quickly not matter how hard she pulled or struggle to get the diaper off she was unable to. "Why does everything have to be so complicated?! She shouted as she gave up in frustration. "Miss Luna. You're unable to change yourself. Didnt you know? No matter how hard you try you won't be able to remove your own diaper. You have to ask another to change you." The bag chipped in. In response her head slowly turned towards the bag and one could almost hear a creak as she turned to face the bag. "No way..." it was then she felt utterly defeated. Someone else would have to change her. People would think her a pervert and weird. Not to mention it would put her in quite a vulnerable position, but what choice did she have. The bag had not lied to her so far and she knew no one else. She would have to take it's word if even just for now. With a sigh and defeat apparent on her face she placed the diaper back into the bag and zipped it closed. She then picked it up and slung it over her shoulder. It was her she began to walk or perhaps slight waddle would be a more apt description at this point with some urgency as she knew the diaper would only be able to hold so much. With each crinkle she found herself further from the spot she woke up at and more or less all she knee so far. Until she found herself at the edge of the clearing that felt so peaceful and safe. With one final glance behind her she asked, "So bag. Do you have a name?" As she crossed the border of the clearing into the forest she received her answers. "Hughes." The bag responded promptly. That's the end of chapter one. There is far more to it, but this kind of gives a glimpse of what the story would be. I have much more material planned for it if it is well received. I will be writing at least one more chapter after this within the next week regardless. There is many mysterious abound and even character growth along with a grander story line. I focused a fair bit on the abdl side on this chapter with hints of story as that would be part of the adventure as a whole. Anyways if you made it this far thank you for reading and if you're interested stay tuned for chapter two.

Not strictly ABDL but it has some fun lesbian CG/L vibes so.... ? Trees… Trees… Trees… More Trees…… And Bang! “Ow gods damn it my arse!” The motor carriage hit a particularly nasty hole in the dirt track leading to the town of Moloheim, sending poor Tabitha Goodwright flying up out of her seat. Her Girlfriend Sarah looked over at the petite red head felidine chuckling. “Sorry hon, can’t do much about this goat track.” “Why did you even drag me out here? You know I hate field work!” “I know hon, but you’re one of the guilds best alchemists. And frankly I need to you on this. For Armetia and the revolution and all that.” The tiny redhead sighs listening to faint burble pop of the ethanol boiler, musing about the design that she helped build. Crystal heaters didn’t require fuel… They relied on ambient ether but they were next to impossible to mass produce. Requiring rare materials from the Hibor mountains. Coal fired boilers were to heavy. So pressurized ethanol it was. It certainly beat the old days of horse carriages, 60kph sustained! And no manure! Although on this pathetic excuse of a road… Not such much… The assembly was trying to modernize though, which is why they were here. Two alchemists brought in to help with the new Hydroelectric dam on in Moloheim. Another jolting bang brings her out of her musings and draws a complaint from her stomach. Wincing she realizes it’s been several hours since she last used the lavatory. “Sarah? Is there somewhere we can stop? I um… Need to use the facilities.” Sarah winces and looks over at her girlfriend, her shy school girl fidgeting a sharp contrast to her professional skirt and blazer. “Sorry luv, I can pull over so you can pop behind a tree.” “Umm I need to take a dump so.. No.” Her large expressive ears slicked back, in embarrassment. “Okay but I didn’t bring spare knickers for you if you shit yourself.” Sarah smirks and Tabitha let’s out yowl of wounded pride that clearly communicates “just you wait”. Another thirty minutes pass, Tabitha’s expression becomes increasingly destressed her large fluffy tail arcing across her back like a metronome. “Okay that’s it were pulling over.” Sarah’s tone brooks no argument as she does just that but Tabitha must defend honor and pride. “Wait no! I can hold it!” Unsuccessfully but still one must try. The taller brunette however easily lift’s her 5’1” partner out her seat and carries her to the shade of large oak, rucking the spluttering girls skirt up and pulling her undies and hose down around her ankles. Tabitha glares but breaks out laughing. “Fuck I really don’t have a choice, do I?” “No and it would have been you stinking up the motor otherwise.” Taking a squat, the blushing young woman voids her bladder and bowls onto the dry summer earth, squealing in embarrassment as she loudly breaks wind. Sarah laughs and smirks. “Your way too modest Tabi, nothing out here but us and the animals.” She punctuates her statement by breaking wind herself. “See nothing to worry about.” This elicits a fit of giggles from Tabi. “And I know your embarrassed that I can see each log drop but…” Tabitha sputters like the boiler “It’s not like I haven’t walked in on you in the washroom at home.” At this point she can only blush and whimper, helpless to do anything but keep emptying her bowels as her girlfriend lifts her own skirt and drops her hose and undies. Emptying her bladder with a loud patter. Tabitha find herself over come by an odd arousal as she drops the last of her load, finishing with another loud bit of wind. “So ummm… I don’t suppose you brought toilet paper?” “Nope, but I can do you one better.” She watches as her girlfriend conjures a ball of water, condensed from atmospheric vapor. Tabitha yelps in surprise as the jet of water hit’s her square in her sex and slides down her mons before going up her perineum and into her crevice, leaving her completely clean. “Minor Hydrokenises as a bidet. Nice.” Tabitha giggles before once again squealing loudly as the pressurized water invades her rectum. “Hey!! Was that really necessary!?” “Just making sure your completely clean love, you do have a tendency to stain your knickers like a naughty five-year-old.” Tabitha feels her face flush and her sex betray her as it throbs. “That’s what I thought” Sarah smirks as she watches Tabi expel the water with a loud “blart”. “Now….” Sarah smiles as she looks at girlfriend’s obvious arousal. “Does somebody need a cum as well before we get back on the road?” Tabi can only hang heard in embarrassment and let a quite “Yes….” At which point the tiny redhead finds herself pressed against the tree. The rough barks scratching her ass as their cunts scissor together. Tongues dueling her blouse ripped open in a spray of buttons and her bra yanked down. She feels her climax building as Sarah goes for her clit. “I want you to be as loud as possible. I want to hear my supposedly chaste little Tabi to scream like the slut she is.” Tabitha can only mule and pant and then join her girlfriend in screaming so loud that they actually send an ironic flock of tits to flight….. Five minutes later there back on the road. Tabitha’s blouse mended by transmutation and her napping exhausted in the passenger seat.

I've revamped the cover of the previously released book, The Godfather's Offer, and I want to share it with the folks at DD. Feel free to grab a copy this weekend between Friday shortly after midnight June 5th until midnight June 7th. All times are US Pacific Daylight Time. Thanks for your support all these years.

So, this is my first attempt to write abdl fiction, it has a slow start on the diaper side of the force, I'll try to stick to a regular update schedule, but won't make promisses, as "real" life can be quite overwhelming sometimes. Anyway, to the story, it's about a Boy named Justin and the sudden weird turns his life takes. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Suddenly A prologue And there I was, surrounded by living plush bears, chocolate brown dress, with brown and white frills and bows, and ginormous white underskirt and petticoat, brown gloves with lace cuffs and brown, knee high, polka dotted socks enclosured by marble white mary jane shoes, topped by a huge equally polka dotted bow on my head, from which my brunette curly locks cascaded in pigtails that reached a little past my shoulders. The bears, 12 to be exact, all clad in armor and bearing arms, looking at me, waiting for my orders, it almost felt majestic, if it wasn't for the layers upon layers of plush and frills and girlishness, then, as if being clad in the most girly outfit possible surrounded by a company of heavily armed plushies at my former kindergarten classroom in the middle of the night wasn't weird enough, the door just opened, and Dora was at the other side. - Justin? Is that you? OH MY GOD! Shit, she must have followed my plushy procession into the night, and now identified me behind all the layers of frills and bows and magic that are upon me, damnit! -Huh, Justin, why are the teddys walking to me? Actually, why are they walking at all? Great, now my bear company, probably reacting to my distress, or they just don't like real people, or maybe they have PTSD, or are just jerks, I don't know, I created most of them just 15 minutes ago, even a psychiatrist takes more time to assess someone's behaviour, anyway, they deemed my best friend a threat, and are going to eliminate her if I don't do something. Just as a reminder, I was beyond groggy by now, all the living teddy bear creation and magical princess transformation left me pretty wasted, I don't know how I was even standing up, so I did the only thing that came up to me. -I ORDER YOU TO STOP!!! She… She is a friend. All the bears froze in place, and I collapsed, at the brink of unconsciousness the only thing I remember is Dora's comforting arms holding my body, and her worried voice calling me while the glamours that maintained my girly appearance were undone, leaving me, a giant boy, clad in a plain white tee and clearly used diaper in the arms of the much smaller girl, all I could muster was: -I... I can explain… And then I fainted.

Before I start this roleplay I shall state some rules and requirements. I want a roleplay partner of my tier, not someone who already has trouble writing two lines. To truly give the both of us maximal immersion, we will both have to be competent and passionate. Rules: 1. No one/two/three-liners. I expect at least a proper amount of text. This means of course that I in the first place also have to supply you with enough material to produce a reply of similar volume. 2. No controlling my character. I've had people before who thought they could decide what my character feels for some reason. Don't do that. Whatever ideas you have, they'll surely have their time in our roleplay. And you can always tell me out of character that you have an exciting idea for which I require a little bit of your guidance.  3. Please do not use bad grammar. This includes words such as 'u', 'ur', et cetera. I just cannot stand how some people on here seem to fail at even implementing the basics of grammar. It's really not hard and will significantly improve your performance. This of course excludes typo's and other accidental grammatical mistakes. I'm not THAT horrible. Roles: My character: Name: Lena Gender: female Age: 26 Species: demon Personality: very loving and sweet, strict when needed. Passionate about protecting her beloved ones Your character: Name: Y/N Gender: male (femboy/trap) Age: 18 Personality: very submissive, a bit lewd and constantly desires for attention Basically I want to you get the personality part right. If you can be a clingy but submissive baby boy, I shall be your loving and protective mommy. Aside from that it now is time for the starter. I'll keep it rather short. Starter: 'Honey, it's time to wake up!' Standing next to a rather big crib, I look down onto into the sleepy eyes of my beloved son. After a long night's rest it was time for you to get out of bed, like usually. The thing is that you need my help with that, as you're not only tucked in nicely but also not permitted to get out of bed by yourself. This is because we are in a caregiver relationship, in which you are my little and I am your mommy. I have dedicated myself to making sure you'll always be loved and pampered, in exchange for you giving up your life as a big boy. As usually I am met with a happy smile, followed by a big yawn. You're just too adorable, it makes my heart melt. I reach down, patting your head. 'Hey sweetheart, it's time to get out of bed. Did you keep your diaper clean this night? Or has my little baby made a stinky again?' You then... As I already said, it's a rather short and simple starter. But I want all the effort to go into the roleplay and not get too busy by making this starter way too big as usually would happen to me. If there are any questions or requests you have left, don't be afraid to ask them.

Gabriella is a young girl of mixed race. She has golden brown skin, long jet black hair that she always makes sure id well kept, and sparkling green eyes. They sparkle so much many people question if they are really even real. She is an average tween at 12 years of age who is excited to blossom into a young teenager but at the same time will miss all of the kiddy fun she has had over the years and sometimes wishes she could relive some things. Whether out of curiosity or out of just wanting to enjoy them again. Gabriella lives at home with her mother as an only child. She never met her father but never felt like she needed to. After all her mommy always provided her with everything she could ever want or need. On the morning of her twelfth birthday however she wakes up in a very odd predicament.

Let me tell you a most interesting story from my youth. My parents divorced when I was three years old. My mother raised my little brother (then newborn) and I. I was a bed wetter and desperately jealous of the fact that my brother got to be cared for by my mom. I’m not saying that she didn’t love or care for me because, she did. My brother was very young so he, naturally, required more care. To my child-mind, it just didn’t seem fair. I did not wear diapers for bedwetting after I was day trained but I really wanted them so, my mother would give me more attention. When I was six, my mother had the opportunity to get a much better job but, it meant going out of state for a few days to be interviewed. Mom asked her friend, Catherine (whom I called Miss Kitty, much to the amusement of both ladies) to watch my brother and me. Catherine had four little girls, all around my age; Patty-age 5, Kate-age 6, Sherry-age 8 and Jodi-age 9. I would play with the girls when we visited Catherine. I liked the girls and they thought that my brother and I were simply the most adorable little boys they’d ever seen. Catherine knew about my bedwetting and wanted to let me wear diapers TO BED. My mother however didn’t want me to get used to it so, she nixed the idea. As soon as I arrived, the girls drug me upstairs to show me where I’d be sleeping. When we got to the guest room, I saw two baby cribs. Catherine had pulled the cribs out of storage so that she had something waterproof for me to sleep on. The second I saw the cribs, I very nearly wet myself right there. I think that the girls could tell that I was excited. They gave me questioning looks but, turned away quickly when I looked at them. They helped me put my clothes away until Catherine called us for lunch. As we ate lunch, Catherine asked me how I was doing, if I was excited about staying over and, if I would be ok playing with the girls for a few days. It was small talk to ease me into being away from my mother. After lunch, Catherine took me upstairs, into the guest room and closed the door. She told me that she knew about my bedwetting and my mother nixing the idea of me wearing a diaper to bed. She said that since she didn’t have any other waterproof covers, I would have to sleep in the crib. She looked and me and asked if I was going to fight her. I hesitated for a moment then, gave her a reluctant “no”. I really thought I was pulling one over on her. The girls and I played some games for a while until, we heard the telephone ring. Catherine sounded upset and entered the living room a moment later. She told us that a very dear friend of hers had fallen from a ladder and couldn’t get back into her apartment for her I.D. and wallet, before the ambulance took her to the hospital. She wanted Catherine to get the items and bring them to her in the hospital. Catherine told us that her friend had no family so she had to help her. She then informed us that her sister, Mattie, would be coming by to watch us while she helped her friend. That was when I saw a look of pure mischief on Jodi’s face. Jodi whispered something to the other girls then told us that we should all go up to her room so we wouldn’t be underfoot. Catherine was glad to get us out of her way until Mattie arrived so, she agreed and we all raced upstairs to Jodi and Sherry’s room. Jodi was the last to arrive, a few minutes later, with a suspicious package, wrapped in a garbage bag, under her arm. I could hear Catherine running around outside, getting ready to leave and checking on my brother, in the guest room. Jodi asked me if I wanted to play another game and I said yes. It was the best mistake of my life. Sherry and Kate, pinned me to Jodi’s bed while Patty put a pacifier in my mouth. Jodi had changed my brother’s diapers before so she knew exactly how to do it. She pulled my pants off, leaving my socks intact then, went my underwear. A pink diaper was put under me and baby powder was splashed all over. The diaper was pulled up and taped on. It happened before I could put up much of a fight. The girls released me and I sat there, absolutely gob smacked. My mind was racing, trying to process that I had just been diapered in front of and by my friends. I started to cry and Jodi pulled me onto her lap. “It’s ok. I watched how you look when your brother gets his diaper changed or when you mommy feeds him a bottle. You want to be a baby too, don’t you?” The emotions flowed out of me and I buried my head in Jodi’s shoulder. The other girls came over and hugged me, assuring me that it was alright. Catherine must have heard my crying and came upstairs. We all heard her footsteps and knew where she was headed. I dived under Jodi’s covers as the bedroom door popped open and Catherine stuck her head in the door, looking a bit upset and nervous. “What’s going on in here? I distinctly heard crying.” Jodi was quick with a probable and Ironic explanation “We’re Playing house, mommy. Jamie is the baby and he was pretending to be hungry.” I popped my head out from under the covers, the pacifier still in my mouth Catherine’s face squished up and she came over, pinched my cheeks (the ones on my face) and told me how adorable I looked. Just then, the doorbell rang. Catherine picked me up, along with the blankets and a look of shock came over her. She didn’t open the blankets to investigate but instead, carried me downstairs. At the door was a large woman with long, green hair and, the same mischievous look on her face that the girls had when they planned this little adventure. Catherine passed me to the woman, Mattie. She explained the situation to her sister but, strangely enough, left out the part of me being six years old. She even went so far as to say that my mom had mistakenly loaded the diaper bag with my brothers diapers and forgotten any of mine. She said that they still had some disposables from when the girls were little and to just use them until she returned. Now, before I continue, I would like you to understand something. I was never large by any definition of the word. While it is true that I might have passed for an average four year old, there was no way that I could have been mistaken for a toddler. To this day, I wonder if Mattie simply played along and if it was a giant conspiracy to baby me. The first thing Mattie did, after hugging her sister out the door was, check my diaper. I have to admit, I was nervous. I hadn’t been in diapers for nearly four years and no one, other than my mother, had ever diaper checked me. I started to cry but, Mattie was a baby expert, having babysat all through high school. She put me up against her shoulder and began to pat my back. My emotions were all over the map. I was happy to be babied, terrified that this woman would be angry when she inevitably discovered that I wasn’t a baby, confused about my feelings but, most of all, I was exhausted. As Mattie kept bouncing and patting me, I was lulled to sleep. When I awoke, I was in the crib and the side was up. I realized immediately that my diaper was soaked but, the crib was dry. It felt so secure and comfortable that, I sat down and began playing with the baby play station, on the cribs bars. I played for some time until my diaper cooled off and I began to notice a growing need. Lunch was going to force itself into the bottom of my diaper, in short order. I was in a panic. I realized that babies poop in their diapers but, I hadn’t messed myself since I was three. I also knew that if I Didn’t poop, Mattie might discover that I was faking being a baby. The more I thought about it, the more my stress built, as did my need. Finally, nature won out and I filled my diaper. I was so upset and scared that, I began bawling. My crying woke up my brother who also, began bawling. Mattie and the girls were in the room seconds later. Jodi went to take care of my brother while Mattie came to console me. “What have we here? Two stinky baby boys?” Mattie said, looking over to jodi who, nodded. Mattie gave me a pacifier which, in all honesty, made me feel better. She called to Sherry who, laid a plastic-coated mat on the crib mattress. Mattie laid me on the mat and I realized what was going to happen. Mattie was going to change my poopy diaper! I began wriggling, never thinking of calling out that I was not a baby. I then looked at myself. I was wearing a poopy diaper, laying in a baby crib, sucking on a pacifier. I could not deny it to myself any longer, I was a baby and, by my own hand too. If I had fought off the girls when they first babied me or, denied it to Catherine but, I hadn’t. Now, there I was, having my mom’s friend’s sister wipe my poop covered but and slip a baby blue…BABY BLUE??? Catherine had said that they could use the girl’s diapers from when they were little but…girl’s diapers are PINK! How did they get boys diapers? Sherry must have read my mind and said, “It’s a good thing Mrs. Dunglow could spare some boy diapers, cause the girl ones almost leaked “Yes indeed. I’m going to have to have a word withy his mommy, if I see her. Forgetting diapers for a baby! What a terrible thing to do to a child and your friend.” Mattie said as she fastened the tapes on my diaper. What happened next shocked me even more. Mattie pulled something from under me and over the front of the diaper. I heard and felt, four snaps. I wasn’t wearing my tee shirt, I was wearing a baby’s ONSIE! I was still in shock as Mattie picked me up and carried me over to see how Jodi was doing with my brother. Jodie was just finishing with his onsie and Mattie looked over her work. “Good job sweetie, you’ll make a terrific mommy some day. Let’s hope however, for your mom’s piece of mind that that day is a long way off Now, let’s get some dinner, I’m sure these two little guys are hungry. Mattie carried me into the kitchen where, I saw Two highchairs. Mattie slipped me into one and fastened the tray while Jodi did the same for my brother. We were just about to start the meal when the front door opened. Catherine came in, took one look at us and immediately pulled out her phone. I saw a few flashes of light and Catherine giggling. Mattie stayed for dinner and insisted on feeding me. She also gave me a baby bottle. By the time the bottle was half-way done, I had wet my diaper. Catherine was surprised but, almost fell over when Mattie said, “Be glad it’s only wet. For crying out loud sis, what did you feed this kid for lunch. His naptime diaper was really stinky.” I buried my face in my hands to hide my shame “Honestly though, you should really remind his mommy to remember his diapers, the next time you baby-sit. If not for the girl’s old ones and Carol’s donation, we would have been in trouble.” Mattie continued Stunned, Catherine could only stare at her sister. Finally, she managed to speak. “You asked Mrs. Dunglow for diapers? Did you tell her who they were for?” Catherine asked, concerned “I told her you were baby-sitting and needed a couple of boy diapers, around size 6. Why? I heard this and began crying. I knew Mrs. Dunglow. She was a very nice lady and she often gave us cookies and, she knew me and my brother. My brain put together the pieces and came up with the idea that she would ask mom why she had me in diapers at age 6. I could see my mom blushing then, me getting spanked for not speaking up and telling Mattie that I wasn’t a baby. Catherine picked me up and tried to console me. I kept telling her that I was sorry. She told me that she would make sure I wasn’t punished for this. Mattie was stunned when I spoke and demanded an explanation. A few minutes later, Catherine had explained everything to Mattie. Mattie looked at me, frowning then, suddenly smiled and took me from Catherine. She held me in a hug and said, “Six years old? No, I don’t believe it. This little guy can’t be more than three. As far as I’m concerned, I just helped take care of a couple of babies this afternoon. Nothing more.” She looked at me then, passed me back to Catherine. “I know that sometimes, children are forced to grow up too fast and need some “baby-time”. I remember a certain little girl who loved to play baby when she thought she was alone.” Mattie continued. Catherine looked shocked and blushed. I really didn’t understand, at the time, what was going on but, I was glad that I wasn’t in trouble. Mattie said her goodbyes and left. Catherine sat me down and talked to me about my wanting to be a baby some times. We finally came to an agreement. Neither one of us would tell my mom about what happened and, whenever she baby-sat my brother and me, she would let me be a baby if I wanted to. I had several more baby adventures at Miss Kitty’s house, until I was 10 years old and then, Catherine said that she couldn’t do it any more. We still visited and I still stayed over from time to time and, the girls embarrassed me on occasion with tales of my baby-time visits but, never in public. I have remained friends with the girls and we talk from time to time. Jodi and I have even begun dating (I’m 15 now and she’s 18). She says that if I want too, when she get’s her own place, she’ll “baby-sit” me whenever I want to. 　 I’m a very happy baby boy

I am very afraid to look in my mirror now that i am alone again. I have fallen back into the same bad patterns as before. I know he is just waiting for eye contact now that i put it out of my head and became a grown up again. lets take you back, i am 36 years old and i have had a sexual and emotional need to be regressed in a specific way for a long time now. This is an old story, my story. Recently i some how developed an emotional hole in my heart and in my soul. i was hurting it was dangerous i didn't know what to do about it i didn't even know why i had it. i realized i couldn't fill my usual void through my usual methods, but as i was trying to do that very thing i glanced in the mirror like i always do to see myself using my usual means to get turned on like i do and i saw the sadness on my face. and i touched my hand to the mirror and i told myself its too bad you couldn't help me. Later that night as i lie awake in bed battling my insomnia and rolling all my thoughts around i thought back to that. i began to think it wouldn't be fair for just the same me to come out of the mirror i mean he could fulfill my needs but i would have a hard time fulfilling his and then to think about it more he would have a hard time fulfilling my needs cuz he is me too. So i thought that would never work but what if the mirror showed a parallel world. like a bizaro world where things were opposite but still the same so like the me there would be a top and a dom. mind you problematically he could also be a jerk tho. so things like this are how i expand a thought, and it gets deeper, but lets start to pick up the pace slightly. the next day i was filming videos of myself partaking in these methods of filling my void to share with others into the same thing. i saw myself in the mirror from the back as well as on the video display i felt like i was being watched from behind and watching somebody else from behind. my video feed and mirror had created a loop and i thought of what i said. now it almost looked like it was becoming real. i started to lose myself in the fantasy wishing it was true . i started to play like i do. i come up with unpleasant sounding things that i want and i ask myself as if ii were myself and my dom, "daddy do i have to ?", than i eenie meenie miney moe to decide to do it or not. so now with this fantasy in my mind i started using the mirror to look at and ask. i eventually got into to doing that but i still was empty. i started begging for the man in the mirror to save me. i even tried to pretend like i was doing summoning spells and mind over matter tricks and things. as my hole grew ever deeper i started to fall into bad patterns and taking risks and then i caught his eye. in my mind he ordered me with no eenie meenie miney moe and i complied . i felt something a little more alive perhaps. i began to give into that fantasy further i started truly imagining the consequences the long talks. i even started feeling better he let me off my punishment cuz i had to get back into my normal life. but during my normal life tho i experienced the same joys as before i still had some of the emptyness that has gotten out of hand lingering and i fell right back into the same bad patterns this time during the usual joy this time it really has gone too far i am very afraid to face my daddy in the mirror now but i cant bear not to look any longer. the tingles up my spine feel like i am being screamed at ordered to come to it. i must be going now i must look. in case i don't get out of this alright i am writing this here. i brought this on my self i deserve it its time for me to face it. one more parting word before i go, a warning to you i know it is cliche but you have to believe me. be careful what you wish for it may not be what you desire at all. good bye.

Would anyone be willing to do a fantasy type RP with me maybe something revolving around a teenaged boy being kidnapped by elves or fairies and regressed.

Hey all, I've recently been discovering that my little side was a lot bigger than I thought.

So watched the season finale of season 6 for the show Community on Yahoo (Screens) and was humorously surprised for not one take...but several takes of the character "Deen" pop on screen in nothing but a disposable diaper. The episode in question is called Emotion Consequences of Broadcast Television, varies character give their pitch for "season 7". Can be found here:

Just thought that I start this topic cause I'm feeling a bit board, so If you had a fantasy of being a baby what age would you be, who will be your mum would it be someone you know, some one famous like a TV or Film star, would she breast or bottle feed you, what would she look like such as would she wear any jewellery, the type of clothes she would wear to the length of her hair, her hair style and hair colour and where would the two of you live?