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This story is created for Kasarberang contest if you wish to join just click the link! this is only the start and have a bunch of chapters to come i just hope one person out there enjoys it! Word cound if curious 29,795 Story is 100% complete Chapter 1 A Young girl about 27 years old named ivy stretches after getting dressed, her hair a mess after just getting out of the shower. she grabs a brush and begins to brush her hair walking to her room. Her house was pretty big, she even had her own science lab where she could get into any kinda trouble she wanted. She lived alone and let's just say she's not perfectly sane but she balmes that on high school. Being a so called 'nerd' she was picked on a lot especially by a bully by the name of ash. He was the worst bully at the school. lucky she hasn't seen him since school, who knows she probably wouldn't even recognize him. It sends a shiver down her spine remembering what he made her do. As she thought her grip tightened on her brush before she chucked it at a wall making it smash through the wall and getting stuck half way through. She quickly jumps up and covers her mouth. "oopsie…" She sighs. "come on vy let it go it's been over 10 years learn to let things go…i was the one who lived though it not you." She scoffs at herself. "let it go? like hell! he hurt you I! He made you feel like shit he's the reason we can't sleep at night!" She nods to herself. "I know vy… Sorry didn't mean to make you more angry." She rolls her eyes. "you're like a little sister to me I. Even if we are the same person, I feel like I'm the one who's got to take care of us. And I promise if I ever see this man again, that ass by the name of ash. I'll get your revenge." She giggles. "ass… Ash" She smiles. "you like that one huh?" She nodded “Ya it was cute” She blushed and cleared her throat. "Anyways we need to get to bed, maybe we can get a normal day's worth of sleep." Ivy lays down throwing the cover over herself. "maybe we shouldn't have wasted all our chloroform… We could have used that to get to sleep again." She shivers. "like hell… that reminds me we need to buy more supplies at the store tomorrow." She nods to herself halfway asleep. "damn it I… Stop falling asleep so fast I'm trying to… Thin-" Suddenly ivy falls asleep, Her and her other side. If you didn't know any better they almost seem like two different people in the same body. She has been like this since her accident at school with the bully. Suddenly ivy begins to rock back and forth in her sleep as the nightmares begin. Ivy is being shook awake by her mom. "come on ivy its time school" A 17 year old ivy sits up yawning very cutely in an over sized lab coat she loves to sleep in. Her hair was a mess but she didn't seem to care. She wasn't the best at taking care of herself. "alright mom… any news on if ash got suspended after yesterday?" Her mom sighs and shakes her head. "unfortunately, I don't think so…" Her eyes get big. "what?! But why?! He exploded the toilet with a cherry bomb! How can he not?! I saw him do it and told on him." Her mom frowns. "I know… I don't know how he did it, just ignore him for now. school's almost over and remember if you keep them straight A's me and your dad will help you get that place you wanted really bad with the lab." Ivy jumps up with glee excited and ready to start school. "alright mom! Now leave so I can get dressed, a woman needs her privacy to get ready!" She laughs. "sure I'll see you in like 10 minutes when you get bored of combing your hair and give up in the makeup" Ivy blushes. "it's not my fault… I Could be doing something far more interesting like… Learning 200 digits after pi Instead of 100" Her mom rolls her eyes and leaves. "hmm maybe that's not a great idea. I might need to know something else, heh not like I won't remember it anyways. My memories are the best in the whole country. Shoot, my brains are better than anyone in this whole world!" She takes off her lab coat and has nothing on underneath. The lab coat was basically a night gown for her. She grabs her some panties and a bra putting them on. She grabs some tight black pants and puts them on then a sweater that says 'I love science' on the front and also puts it on. She runs down stairs not worrying about her hair or makeup. "Alright, I'm going to head to school!" Her mom stops her. "no, first you're going to eat breakfast. You skipped supper last night to study. So this morning you will eat." Her stomach growls loud thinking of food. "hmm well I do need something to eat logically. Fine I suppose I can eat." Her father was at the table reading the news on his phone. "we are proud you are so smart ivy, but you also need to remember to take care of yourself." Ivy goes over to the table and sits down, her mom nods. "Your father's, right if you don't who will?" Ivy though for a while. "well you and dad obviously, right?" They both look at each other and sigh. "me and your father won't be here forever ivy…" She says laying some pancakes down on the table and passes them out to everyone. Ivy looks down and sighs and pokes her food with a fork. "i-I know I just… Don't want to think about that…" Her dad speaks up. "you want to live alone in your own house don't you? What about then? Will you remember to eat? Will you remember to care for yourself? Another part of you won't be there to take care of you." She just keeps poking her food looking sad when her mom hugs her. "That doesn't mean we hate you or don't love you… We love you a lot ok? We are so happy you're so smart. But… Taking care of yourself comes first. Can you do that for us? If something were to happen to us we want to know you will be ok? Makes sense?" Ivy nods. "ya… It does I'm sorry. But I'll do better! I promise starting today uhh… Tomorrow ya, Tomorrow! I'll begin to take care of myself better and show you two I can do it alone!" They both smile and her mom kisses her cheek. "that mommy's girl!" Ivy blushes and laughs. "yuck gross!" Both her mom and dad laugh. They all eat their pancakes and ivy heads off to school. She has a pretty normal day at school. A's on every project like normal and not talking to anyone but one thing has been kinda freaking her out ash has been giving her this creepy smile all day. She honestly feels like he's planning to kill her or something. It Finally gets to the end of the school day and ivy goes to her locker and begins to put up her stuff when suddenly ash slams his strong arms into the lockers beside ivy making her jump. "ahh! What the hell?? H-hello ash..." He smirks at her. "heard you were the one to tell on me. Is that correct?" She shakes and backs up against the lockers gulping. "i-I don't know if ‘tell on’ is the correct term…" He punches the lockers again making her jump and tear up. She was scared for her life. "shut the hell up! Now I think revenge is in order." Ivy gulps, shaking more and more. "and I got just the thing for baby's who tell on people." Ivy looked confused. "b-baby…?" He nods. "Ya only baby's tell on the teachers to get someone In trouble! Now-" He grabs her by the arms and drags her to a empty class room and locks the door smirking. Ivy struggled the whole way. "look please! I'm sorry, let me go. I want to go home!" she cried and struggled. Suddenly the guy grabs her by the pants and begins yanking them off and shirt bra then panties she tried to fight but she was nothing compared to him she just cried in fear. Was she about to be raped? Ash smiles. "wow to be so ugly you got kinda a cute body" She blushed and screamed before her screams were stopped by something being rammed in her mouth some kinda gage with a rubber thing in it. She just cried, not even fighting what could she do anyways. But what was in her mouth. "I bought a bunch of stuff for a cry baby tadle tell. Like this gag special made to be like a pacifier so enjoy sucking on your pasi little baby." She was now more embarrassed. She keeps crying till Ash takes his backpack off and pulls out a large diaper with mittions and feet mittions that locks once they are on. there's no way she could do anything with her hands or walk. she shook her head making any noises. "MMM!" She begged and pleaded for him to stop but he forced the mittions on her and locked them the same with the feet ones he lays her down and begins to diaper her she cried during the whole thing a bib was put on her that says big baby. Ash laughs. "there we go a perfect look for a big fucking baby." She laid on the floor and cried. she had given up. "alright I'm leaving, have fun being locked in school till tomorrow. I'm sure once school starts you will be found, maybe even get a diaper change you will probably need it!" He laughs and leaves the room putting something against the door making escape impossible. Ivy layed there embarrassed here she was in a stupidly huge diaper and sucking a pacifier. She didn't have to but right now if she focuses on that it helped her think more logically. She begins to try to get the diaper off looking around for her clothing as well. All gone that ass hole ash must have took them all not only that she couldn't grip anything in these damn mittions she couldn't even stand this was so dumb there's no way she's stuck like this till she's found. She will never live this down. She stayed there crying all night. She was getting tired and cried herself to sleep when she woke up. She let out a whine that this wasn't a dream but worse she didn't wake up because it's morning she had to pee and bad. There was no way she could hold it till school started. It was only a bit past midnight she sat there and bounced trying not to pee. To take her mind off it it worked especially with the pacifier. Well for as long as it could. "MMMMM!!!" She screamed just before she felt the warmth run between her legs and her diaper begin to expand. This is not happening she thought. No way this is so disgusting she couldn't stand the feeling of the wet touching her but she didn't have much of a choice. She Finally begin to fall back asleep. She's soon woken up by the noise of people talking and laughing. She opens her eyes to a class room full of people laughing and talking. She remembers what happened and begins to cry here she is nake from the top up and in a soaked diaper bad enough it was super obvious it was wet being pure white with a yellow stain. Ivy cried till she couldn't no more; she was eventually saved and went home. And there she cried thinking of revenge. "hey… You need help don't you?" She said to herself she nods. "Mhm… I had a horrible time…i want revenge" She wipes the tears from her own eyes. "I know. Call me vy I'm a part of you, your more… Angry side and if you need help I'll be here for you for anything." She sniffs. "thanks vy…" Suddenly an alarm is going off, ivy sits straight up in bed. We are back to present, ivy hits the alarm clock so hard it breaks some. She rubs her face and takes a deep breath. "damn it… Can't we go one night without that God damn dream…" She gets her legs out of bed. "I don't think so...we have had it for over 10 years… I hate reliving it. the embarrassment still kills me… i-i know I don't say this much vy… But if we meet this man again you can take over as long as you need…" She smirks. "heh deal, now let's go eat. you need to take care of yourself" Ivy smiles. "I'm glad I got you here to take care of me vy"

(Note on the authorship. This initial came as part of a request. The writer Peculiar Changeling had a contest to win a 500 word story, which I won. The parts in italics are what he wrote based on my request. The rest is my addition) Alex woke up better rested than he’d felt in days. Since last week, he’d been waking up in the middle of the night, every night, chronically needing to pee. It had gotten bad, bad enough that he was waking up two or three times and not getting any good rest. Not waking up to exhaustion was a pleasant surprise. It was going to be a good day, he could feel it. He was feeling good, his bed was squishy, and nothing could get in his- Wait, what was that? Blinking, he looked down in alarm. He’d wet the bed. No, that wasn’t exactly the right way to put it. He had flooded the bed. It was soaked through, yellow stains on his sheets and covers from his chest to his toes, just positively drenched in pee. Almost falling out of bed in alarm, he got to his feet, looking up and down the room. He was the first one awake. Maybe, just maybe, if he got the sheets pulled off his bed and to the laundry room, nobody would find out, and he wouldn’t get punished. He calmed down, a little. Yeah, I can do that. Nobody has to know. … “Alex! Are you almost ready? She’s coming!” the voice rang from the front of the room. At this point all other students were ready. They stood at the feet of neatly made beds, arms folded in front of pleated skirts and dress shirts. At first glance they would seem identical, but closer inspection revealed differences- they all had bright pink blankets were plain, others had floral or Disney inspired designs, they all had toys lain, centered on the blankets, but some were dolls, others were stuffed bears or rabbits, they all had variations of a school girl dress with slight variations towards western or Asian designs, and come different colors. They might not seem like much visually but the meaning in their school could huge. A small apron or a picture of teddy bear on the chest could be easily missed, but represented entirely different training plans. This was the case with Alex. A few weeks earlier the dreaded teddy bear had began appearing on his dresses. At first he thought it was a mistake, but the instructors ignored his complaints and sent him off with a few good whacks on this thighs for complaining. Nothing else had changed, except perhaps a slightly more condescending tone, and the glances of his fellow students at the sissy school. He had counted himself lucky it wasn’t an apron- that normally meant extra chores- but the teddy bear had some implications he didn’t like. At first there was no reason for it, but if he was caught now, it would solidify its accuracy in everyone’s minds. “Yeah! Just one minute!” Alex said. He had hoped the spot would wear away in the sunlight, but it was still there. He had hastily shoved his sheets in the laundry then searched for clean ones, but found only empty shelves. Next he tried flipping them all over to see if it was harder to see. Now, he grimaced at the still plainly soaked sheets, and lay the blanket over them. He hoped the inspector would glance over him and not notice. He hoped. Something tapped his shoulder, and Alex jumped up. He remained facing forward, toward the wall. Slowly, he went back to arranging his sheets as if he hadn’t felt anything. “Alex!” a stern, female voice said. It was undoubtedly the inspector speaking to him. “Ummm, must be some other Alex.” Alex stopped again, then continued to work. “Alex you are the only person here, turn around.” He continued folding sheets. “Well I don’t know who it is if I don’t see her. Him. Someone.” “Turn around!” “Not turning around!” “Alex, this is Inspector Britta. Turn around now.” “I still don’t know its you, you cant punish me if I don’t see you!” A strong, firm hand smacked his bottom hard, and he yelped. Alex rubbed his bottom. “Ok it seems you can.” A hand grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. “Oh hi inspector Britta! Didn’t know you were there.” “Mhmmm,” the inspector said. "And why weren’t you standing at the front of your bed, like all our other little sissies? Alex looked down the line of beds. Everyone else was standing, arms still folded and heads bent modestly, like every morning. Like every morning, they all would have curtsied as the inspector passed and checked to ensure their beds every morning. “Hmmm yes I suppose you could say that everyone else is. I guess I didn’t know we were supposed. Must have missed the memo.” “I see. And why isn’t your bed ready?” Alex faked an innocent look. “Oh, isn’t it?” “Mhmmm,” the inspector smiled. She held out her switch and pulled his blankets back. Alex winced as the massive damp spot was revealed. She folded her arms. “Say, Alex, where are your pajamas?” “Oh? Just… around. Why?” She pointed with her switch down the line of beds. “Every other sissy has their pajamas folded on the chest in front of their bed. Yours are missing.” “Oh, I suppose you could say they are missing.” “ANd where are they?” “Mailed to outer Mongolia. Big accident. Should be back later.” “Ah yes, a big accident was probably involved. Where are they actually?” “Maybe I didn’t have any.” “You did. Don’t you think your friends would want to see them?” Alex waved his hand dismissively. "Nah, I couldn’t see why. Very plain. Ugly even. “If I recall you had some very pretty pink ones with teddy bears. Don’t you think people would want to see them?” her voice was sickly sweat, teasing him with her knowledge. She was right about the design. Almost as a rule, everything Alex was given ended up being pink, and normally with teddy bears or something equally childish. It had become a joke among the students. “Nah, I can’t imagine why.” “I think they would.” “Nah.” “I think you should get them and put them at the foot of your bed so everyone can see how pretty they are.” “I think we should just move on. We might be late for classes!” “Oh, is there a reason why?” “No, just…” “ALEX!” she said sternly. “NOW!” Alex jumped at her tone. “Errr…” he lifted his mattress and pulled a pair of pink, frilly silk pajamas from under. “Oh look! There they are! That isn’t where they go?” “No, put them where they belong. Now.” Alex held the soaking wet clothes gingerly carried them to the chest. “Alex…” He stopped and looked at her, pouting and eyes wide, pleading. The puppy dog eyes sometimes worked, it was something they were actively taught to do. “Hold them up so everyone can see.” Alex bowed his head, then held them up. A quiet giggle started in the room, slowly grew louder, and louder, until the entire room was laughing at him. “Bend over the bed, Alex.” “Wha, I…” he looked at the soaked spot. She snapped her switch into her hand. “NOW!” Alex scrambled to the bed. He bent at the waist slightly, a few feet over the soaked mattress. She spanked him again. “Face down on the bed now. And you’re only making it worse buster!” Alex sank down until he was lying right on the spot. “But my clothes will get wet!” “Don’t worry, we’ll have something else for you to wear later.” Alex felt her hand lift his skirt, then pull his panties down. Normally that was where it stopped, but now she pulled his panties all the way down to his feet, took them off, and he watched as she dropped it in a garbage bin. “Wha…” Alex was stopped as her switch came down hard on his bottom. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The switch dag into his skin, quickly leaving Alex in tears. Still, he lay submissively down in his own disgusting, humiliating accident, not daring to protest or fight back. Spanking as a punishment was common at the sissy school, something every applicant knew, but most drastically underestimated. After the first few times instructors caught a sissy breaking one of their many, always changing rules, or simply made an excuse to bend a cute sissy over their laps or desks so they could get their hands on their pretty pantied bottoms, they learned that any sign of struggle or argument would only make it worse. The best way to end it quickly is to embrace it and let tears come, crying as they were taught any sissy should. The whacks let up, leaving a sniffling Alex still pouting on his bed. He began to straighten. “NO!” another whack. “Back down in your mess.” He whined, but lay down submissively. This was far from the only reason sissies were expected to bend over for the dominents, but perhaps the worse he had experienced. “Now, do you know why you are being punished?” “Because I wet the bed?” Another whack, another shout. “No.” “What?” “Any one here who happens to be a bed wetter, raise your hand!” She commanded. “Now, Alex, look at your friends here.” Alex looked around at a few, shame full hands raised over blushing faces. “Now, were any of you ever punished for wetting the bed?” They shook their heads. “That is right. The school recognizes that many sissies have troubles at night. We are alright with this, it is part of being a sissy. That is why we ask everyone who comes in if they are, and those who say yes are given their special underwear, little pull ups to wear at night. As long as they keep them on, no punishment.” “Alex, you were asked this. What did you say?” Another whack. “Ow! I said no!” “What did you say?” WHACK. “Ow! I said no!” “So you lied to us?” “Well…” At the time it hadn’t been a lie. It hadn’t happened to him for years, and he was shocked that it had now. “I wouldn’t say a lie, more of a dramatic flair. It was true, from a certain point of view.” Another whack. “Yes, you lied. And when you had your first accident, the one we hid from everyone else, we asked if you needed extra punishment. What did you say then?” “I said no! OW!” “Good boy. So it seems you lied about this three times. Once when you came in, then when you had your first accident, and now again when you thoroughly ruined your mattress. Is that right?” “Yes ma’am.” “Good sissy,” she said, then patted his bottom, making him wince. “Too bad we had to put such ugly marks on your pretty little bottom before you told the truth.” She rubbed his aching backside, patted it again, and pulled his skirt down. “So what happened now, do you think?” she asked. “Ummm… All is forgotten and we move on?” “Don’t make me get the strap.” “I get pull ups at night too?” Alex said. She chuckled and shook her head. She then patted his head condescendingly. “No, not quite, little one. You will get your own special underwear though.” She stood up and spoke to the rest of the students. “Now, Alex is very dirty after lying on that bed. He’ll need a bath. Who is going to help him with it?” “Ummm… I can do that myself. I can shower,” Alex said, confused. She shook her head. “No, no you can’t. Not anymore. And you’ll be taking a bath.” She pointed to some of the students. “You and you, come take our little Alex to the bathroom.”

The year is 2031 in the cold cold lands of Hokkaido Japan. Its been 7 years since World War IV ended and with technology constantly advancing, whether due to life conveniences or due to fear of more war, that leaves many people with many new ways to make a living. Down in the back alleys of Sapporo's undercity. A young 18 year old by the name of Wakai Tsukiõji is in his little "office" working on black market cybernetics for those who either can't afford mainline cybernetics or want some illegal grade stuff put on for a high price. His golden brown skin covered in sweat showing his body isn't entirely cybernetic and his long black hair currently in a pony tail. He does have cybernetic arms which help him with precision during his work and his cybernetic brain has a special implant for....personal use. As he works he tries to keep his mind off of the saggy diaper drooping bellow his skirt and that would match his lab coat if it wasrt so yellow. He is trying to get this job done so he can get home and relax in a certain someone's arms.

Lets start with me The guy I hooked up with actually pissed in the diapers i was wearing before leaving

(This is a collection of short stories I wrote to go along with pictures as part of art trades or requests. Credit to the actual artists for the drawings,, as described for each. Most of these are older.) 1. Sissy Talent (Both Pictures are by BlackRose Seduction on Deviantart, the italicized writing is from her descriptions) "Nnnf..." "Now now, sweetie. If you keep fussing like that, you're going to lose your pacifier and it's going to get aaaallll dirty. I think you've had enough lessons today to know better, hm?" :: Alex's bottom was still sore from the last lesson he learned. "No fussing when putting on dresses for Mommy." His bottom still stung, even in his big, comfy pink car seat.:: "Now, are you going to behave like a good little girl during this Pageant?" :: Alex nodded his head, a constant blush running across his cheeks. He was dolled up and ready as Mommy wanted him. He couldn't touch anything; he wasn't physically permitted to. Even though the false eyelashes bothered him, his hands were encased in sleeves, which were linked to the harness placed around his dress. No, he would remain just as Mommy wanted him until the Pageant was done. He was a good little girl.:: :: With a leash clicked to his baby harness, he had no choice but to follow like a little child. His skirt was too short to hide his diaper, and he didn't dare let go of his pacifier to speak again. He dutifully followed his Mommy like a little trained puppy, walking to the building with the giant Marquee that read "Little Teapot Beauty Pageant tonight":: "Good. Mommy wants to win, tonight. Be a good little girl and give the judges a good show.~" "Oh, and Little one... put all worries aside; your diaper is most DEFINITELY showing.~" Alex waddled behind her as best as the thick padding would allow. Even after all this time, every crinkle, every flash of white plastic and every awkward, waddling step made him blush. This was especially true with all those eyes on him. He nodded at the mistress' words, knowing he better do his best to win or face the consequences, and pouted at her comment about his diaper. Though he knew it was clearly showing, he hated to have it pointed out.He tried to think back on how he got himself into this mess. It all seemed so natural, he didn't really know what had caused it. He had arrived at the Mistress' house, told he was there for 'rehabilitation', not really knowing what that meant. It was as much his choice as anyone else's. He figured he would be out in a week or so, and move on. At first it had seemed like a game, a little bit of acting up, followed by a little bit of 'fun' punishment.... Except that he soon realized he couldn't say no to the games. The one week turned into weeks, then months, and the punishments went from brief little games to his full time life. They got more and more embarrassing, as he found himself being treated as if he were younger and younger. When the Mistress finally took out a diaper and lay it underneath him, (replacing the pull up she had him in at the time) it simply seemed natural. A spanking ended any argument, a few months without 'big boy privileges' ended any thought he didn't belong in them. Eventually, his "Mistress" became his "Mommy".Now here he was at the dreaded pageant. When she first mentioned it he had thought, or at least hoped, she was joking. He had gone out in public before, which was embarrassing enough, but an actual pageant? With all those eyes on him? He shuddered. As ordered he waved sadly at the tv cameras, trying not to think about how far they could be broadcasting.Making matters worse was a surprise twist he had only found out about that morning. He remembered waking up, nervous enough as it was for the upcoming pageant. He ate breakfast in his high chair slowly, wishing he could make the clock move slower. At that point, he was dressed in a blue baby boy onesie, diaper, and bonnet, which he would have told anyone was about as embarrassing as it gets. Oh, how naive he was. When he finally finished the last of the oatmeal shoved into his mouth by his "mommy's" over aggressive spoon, he sighed and let her help him get out of the high chair. He followed her into the bed room, expecting to find some childish version of a suit, maybe a costume, or perhaps a sailor's outfit all designed to prominently display his padded rear. Instead, to his shock, he found a frilly pink dress lying neatly on his crib. At first he didn't want to believe it. "Wha... what is that?" he asked nervously, dreading the answer. "Why, that is your dress for the pageant!" his mistress replied cheerily, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. He looked at her with wide eyes. "Wha..What do you mean!?" "I mean we are going to put you in a nice dress so everyone can see what a pretty little girl you are." The realization he had been avoiding finally clicked. They meant to put HIM in a DRESS, and say he was a GIRL!? "No! Please!" he shouted desperately. "I'm not a girl!" "Really?" his mistress said with mock surprise. "Is that so? Then why does it say right here on your form, 'baby girl'? It seems to be all filled out that way, are you sure your not a girl? I think we better put you in the dress just to be sure. Oh and look, you signed it, so it must be true." She showed him the form, "Sarah Paeron's Sissy Pageant," where the box 'girl' really was checked, then signed. By his own hand. Why had he missed that? He recalled signing it in a rush, with eyes full of tears, having just been 'persuaded' to do so and hoping the persuasion was over. "Silly baby, what did you think "Sissy" meant anyway? That they wanted manly babies? Is there even such a thing?" she asked. "But... but..." his complaints fell on deaf ears as she pulled the dress over his head. As soon as she let go of him, he reached for the hem of his dress. Though deep down he knew it was pointless, part of him hoped that by fighting back enough eventually she would give up. Maybe he could tear the dress? "I'm. Not. A. GIRL!" he said, yanking at it. He had barely a moment of rebellion before he found himself turned upside down. The dress, now partially flipped over his head, trapped him and kept him immobile while he was positioned over the women's knee. "Nooo..." he shouted, kicking. He knew full well what was coming next. WHAP! The familiar sting of the paddle came down upon his plastic-padded backside. He yelped in pain, and braced for the next. WHAP WHAP WHAP! They rained down as he cried and wailed. "You. Are. A. GIRL." she said, mimicking his earlier words, and punctuating each one with another spank. "You. Will. Be. A. Good. Baby. Girl. You. Will. Do. Your. Best. To. Be. Pretty. Effeminate. And. Cute. And. Win. The. Pageant. For. Mommy. Or. This. Spanking. Will. Seem. Like. A. Cakewalk. Understand?" "YESS!!!" he wailed, giving in. She finally stopped the spanking, sat him on her lap, and wrapped his arms in long, finger less sleeves. She wiped his tears from his cheeks and hugged him. "There's a good baby girl. Just let the tears come out until your done, mommy needs to do your makeup." If anything, that made him want to cry even more. So here he was, at the competition as a baby girl. Alex hoped this change wasn't permanent, but something told him it was. He stared jealously at those who were actually dressed as boys, then at his own, more effeminate competition. He wondered how many of the skirts he saw belonged to actual girls, and how many were just sissy boys like him. He joined a group of other adult babies in their own special category. Some looked as miserable as he was, while others seemed to have accepted their position and waved happily at the crowds and cameras. "See?" his mistress said, pointing at the happier ones "if you learn to accept what you are, you can love it too!" Alex cringed at the thought, hoping he never got to that point. Or so he told himself. He could feel part of his mind telling him it was better that way, that he belonged in, even preferred this lifestyle, that he really, truly hoped for it... He remembered the hug after the spanking, how soothing it was... Should he accept it and learn to love it, rather then finding it all humiliating and constantly being punished? ... Maybe it was better, accepting a life of cuteness, being adored, no responsibilities...He shook those thoughts out of his mind. He would NOT let himself go there. Anyway, he had other, much more pressing matters to worry about. He would be on stage soon, expected to look cute for the judges. If he didn't do his best to win, there would be more punishment in store, and he knew his mistress was all too happy to spank him right on stage. He really would have to work, which made his growing problem even worse... in his stomach, he could feel a rumbling, and cramps getting harder and harder to hold back. Perhaps Mistress had put something in his bottle earlier, perhaps it was just poor timing, he didn't know. He looked down at his skirt, barely covering the diaper, leaving it all visible for the crowds and cameras... He watched the line, trying to calculate how long it would take to get on stage, and how long he would be there demonstrating his babyish 'talents'... what were those talents again? Did she ever tell him what kind of show they would put on? Oh lord, what had she planed!? He hoped it had nothing to do with what he thought. More so, he hoped he wouldn't prove he needed his pampers right on stage. Did any of the things he had hoped for work out?Another cramp hit him. He hoped, oh he hoped... * :: The pageant was enough to put a tinge on any sissy's cheeks. Back stage was a mess of wardrobe changes and ruffles galore! So many prissy sissies being dolled up for their big performance. Some wore wigs which were pasted cruelly to their hair, others restrained while their nails dried, posture collars in place to assure they didn't move as their makeup was perfected, etc. Everyone aimed to win, especially the sissies that often had much at stake if they lost. Alex could still feel the sting of his bottom from his last practice performance, so he knew he had to win this for Mommy if he wanted to be able to sit anytime soon!:: :: He was careful to walk past the other poor, pathetic little dolls in the hallway, moving his skirt from any staining hazards, tip-toeing past the chairs to be sure his shoes were not scoffed. He was a good sissy with a lot of practice keeping his outfit in ready shape, though of course, everyone wished to win... which meant there were competitive mothers that would do anything to make sure their investments paid off.:: "...Ooops! Dear oh Dear... you should watch where you're going!" :: Alex looked down with despair as he realized she was talking to him, seeing a nice, thick streak of blue across his white stockings. He didn't dare speak up to her, though before he met his Mommy, he knew he would need to remove those stockings!:: "Oh Sweetie. What happened to your stockings? I thought you wanted to keep your little diaper covered?" :: Alex blushed and looked away shyly from his Mommy. He couldn't think of a response, and remembering that his diaper was showing now, he couldn't even think to turn around and see if people noticed. As he thought on it, his Mommy was moving him somewhere in the room, and he realized pretty soon that he was looking out the side of the stage!! It was a huge crowd!! His eyes froze in horror as he was pushed out onto the stage. He hadn't been paying attention, but it was his turn to perform a dance for the pageant!:: :: His performance utilized several pirouettes, to which the audience always lit up in camera flashes. It wasn't exactly rare to see sissies wearing diapers, but the obvious embarrassment and unexpected shock on his face made it far too priceless to not capture that moment. Perhaps it was also something else... but Alex was too focused on his performance and humiliation to think on it. He shamefully twirled and danced across the stage, just as he had been trained to do, his Mommy proudly looking back to the other Dominant characters with a smugness to her success.:: :: As it would seem, this accidental tweak to the routine was enough to win the judges over! Alex stood proudly with his trophy, even if the title did make him blush: "Pageant's Biggest Sissy." It was a sissy's dream come true, and he let the moment sink in as a final relief to his humiliating performance. He felt a pat on his shoulder which made him swell with a little pride in his duties. ...But then he felt a pat on his bottom, to which he only just now realized... was wet this entire time.::Dear Readers,I have read the above messages and would like to clarify some points here. There is a clear and direct attempt to slander my good name here. This was all a deliberate and successful plan to manipulate the judges, not an embarrassing mistake. I obviously just took a diaper since I definitely do not need them and barely ever wear them, and I used a bottle of apple juice to- segrsrgsfg(Please ignore Alex's previous statement. He is currently spending some quality time with a paddle and a bar of soap for the obvious naughty lie. I'll have him write a more accurate explanation later.) ... (The following is the truth. Alex will have to write honestly if he wants to get rid of the soap, and I'll be nearby with a paddle to ensure accuracy.)"That was a lie, I am sorry for misbehaving. I am very naughty baby for doing it. I always wear a diaper because I am a baby, and definitely do not do so willingly. I need them and know it is for the best that my mommy puts me in them. I accidentally tore my tights and was crying like a sissy baby as I was told I had to wear my pampers without anything covering them. I was so nervous I used them, as I often do, which one of few dsrgs - one of many, many, nearly uncountable reasons I need them. (There you have it, he admits the truth. Oh, and to say he was merely 'wet' is being kind to him. He knows better then to lie about such things. However, what he doesn't know is that it doesn't matter anyway, as it was filmed and broadcast on television, so anyone can see the truth. Right now we are going to finish his spankings as he gets to watch his most adorable, embarrassing moments on the big screen. Oh, and did his eyes go wide when he read that! If only I could capture that reaction.Also, don't tell him, but this competition qualified him for the next level of competition, which will be broadcast prime time internationally. He won't know until after of course, and we are sure to have something even more 'fun' planned.) 2. Cleaning: (Drawing by AshleyOTK on Deviantart) Maybe some of you are wondering how this happened. If you’re thinking I did something to deserve this, you’re totally, 100% wrong. What you see here is a totally unfair, mean, and not deserved punishment. This is NOT what I had expected when I agreed to be their baby. Since when do babies clean? Never, that’s when! You see, it began a while ago, when, after some friendly encouragement and some less than friendly encouragement, I decided independently and free from coercion or petition based court orders to become an AB. I was not forced due to ‘unbelievable immaturity,’ ‘being a huge brat’ or “cause literally everyone ever thought I should,” or whatever else the liars told you. So, I went on my own free will to the AB Adoption and Training center. Being kept in diapers, playing with toys, crawling… This is what I had learned. Sure, it was embarrassing. I had to be held down the first time I was put in diapers, and the first time going out in public I was in tears. Being pushed in a stroller and lead on a baby harness near people I used to know as a grown up…. I can still here the laughter. But aside from that, I loved it! I got to play around, using toys I otherwise would have had to give up years ago, wear cute clothes… But best of all was the total lack worries. No responsibilities, no anxiety… All I had to do was play. They bathed me, checked my padding, fed me... and, of course, put my toys away for me. Always. How could it be otherwise? That had all changed after the adoption. You see, a well-to-do couple I had been friends with before and who took care of other subbies- a ‘kitten’ and a ‘puppy’- were looking for a baby, and since they knew me, decided to ask. I agreed to permanent adoption. It was embarrassing at first, being a sub to people barely older than me and I had known as equals for years. I blushed every time I called them “Mommy” and “Daddy” instead of their first names. However, I had already been taught to think of people my age and younger as being my elders, and it was hard to argue after they diapered my bum. As before, everything was taken care of- I got toys, clothes, play dates with other ABs… everything. Plus, they lived in a nice neighborhood, in a big house with a staff to maintain it, and rented out rooms to other families so I always had company. As the only baby, I got lots of embarrassing but fun attention. I made friends with the ‘pets,’ was bounced on knees and given treats by the adults, and babysat by college students I was told were actually older then me. I overheard my caretakers talking about the need for another maid, so I figured that was all the better. They said I was spoiled rotten, but I think it was all alright. However, there was one problem. My ‘Mommy’ and ‘Daddy’ started asking me to clean. Just pick up my toys when I was done, to make the staff's job easier. At first I thought they were joking. No way a baby would do that, right? I ignored it and kept playing. A few days passed, and they asked again. I couldn't believe it. Asking a baby to clean… that’s so… so mean! They were being big meanies! Totally unfair, not part of the deal! So, feeling rebellious, I decided to teach them a lesson. I made a big mess, spreading my toys everywhere. I took off the blue onesie they put me in and spit out my paci (both big no-nos), put a spare diaper on my head as a hat and began to draw on the walls while signing as loud as I could. When they came in I gave them my most innocent smile (a look I had perfected at the AB Centre), thinking I had won. Obviously, they should have seen this was a totally fair reaction and learned their lesson. I felt smug on the inside. That smugness turned to suprise as I found myself picked up flipped over my Mommy’s knee. She pulled down my diaper and began spanking. I was shocked! They had given me time outs, even locked me in my high chair, but spankings!? I was the baby- to be spoiled, not spanked! I tried to struggle, but was warned fighting would only make it worse. The meanie spanked me until I was cried. It hurt so bad! The pain built and built, and I could feel my bottom getting red. Then, just when I thought it was over, I was picked up again and put over my Daddy’s knee for more! Next, I was lead, whimpering and sobbing like a baby (duh), to the corner. I was left there, with a bar of soap in my mouth and red bottom on display to any passerby, to think about what I had done. All I could think about was what the next punishment could possibly be. My question was answered when my caretakers returned. They pulled my diaper back onto my still burning bum (OUCH!), turned me around, and I almost began crying again at what I saw. In my 'parents' hands was a pink, frilly dress, along with a full baby girl outfit. My mind raced, not believing it. I kept thinking, why do they have those? They are for girls, or… oh god… sissys… But I’m not a sissy! Am I? I never had been before… A baby sure, but not that… I mean, I guess it was up to my caretakers, but surely they couldn’t mean… they didn’t… No... Mommy began to rub it in like meanie. "Aww, don't look so scared," she said. "You'll look sooo cute! Besides, with your pout and pretty blond hair, you really do look the part, Princess..." She ruffled my hair. But she made me pout! Its her fault, not mine! And my name is NOT Princess! Not fair at all! It was even more embarrassing then when I was first fitted for my pampers, but I knew better then to argue. They replaced the soap with the paci, reminding me to suckle it and not talk. They dressed me slowly, making me see and feel every part of the humiliating outfit, and pinned the skirt up to show off my spanked bum and diaper. Just to be extra big meanies, they put that sign on it. The, they handed me a broom and told me to get cleaning if I didn’t want more. They told me that they weren’t raising a spoiled brat and, along with my new girly clothes, I could expect plenty more punishments unless I was a “good little princess.” They didn’t even try to hide their snickering, and I could hear giggles from others in the hall. It was all SO unfair, SO cruel! I heard my Daddy on the phone ordering stuff to match my new found sissy status. They got pink paint, decorations, and a crib head board labeling me “Princess” as an extra cruel touch. They’ve already put girl dolls and Hello Kitty toys in my play pen! They’re getting a whole new wardrobe of pink diapers, girly onesies, dresses… and maid’s outfits. A whole bunch of maid’s outfits, all with different designs, and all in my size… I guess I’ll be doing some cleaning after all. So you see, its all unfair, and totally not deserved! You believe me, right? Babies shouldn’t have to clean! I’m not a maid, and definitely not sissy! Can you tell my Mommy and Daddy? Please? Anyone? Please? I don’t want to be Princess any more… 3. Lies, All Lies (art by 34Qucker) SO again you might want an explanation here. If anything this might take more explaining then the last one. You see, there I was minding my own business, doing absolutely nothing wrong, when for no reason at all, something beyond my control totally(Sorry for the interruption. Headmistress here. Alex was being watched and his naughty lies were noticed. He was properly disciplined and taught the difference between lies and truths. As far as he is concerned, the difference is one of them involves soap and spankings. He will be writing it properly in a moment, and I will be adding inserts to correct any other naughty misbehavior)Alright, I'll be writing quickly because it hurts to sit down. I apologize for my complete lies earlier and hope you can forgive me for my misbehavior.So anyway, as it turns out, spending all your free time riting naughty stories online isn't considered a 'mature' thing to do. It certainly isn't 'responsible' or 'productive," or "what anyway in the right mind would ever do seriously what the $&%^ *#&$&# you #*&$ weirdo."I always thought I was so clever. I went on at night, locked my computer, didn't give my address, etc. etc. Of course, that was far from enough. I've been told I was given several chances to stop and do something more productive, but I kept doing it anyway.And that's how I found myself one day at the Corrective Home for Immature Young Men. Apparently there had been some kind of vote, and a few measly petitions, along with some 'professional opinions,' and other stuff like that that said I should go, none of which in anyway is(insert: again, sorry, correcting his lies)So then it was completely and totally fairly decided that I should go. In reality, if I stopped being such a silly little boy, I'd agree. Definitely. It is true beyond doubt I should be.Anyway, this is a place where boys who don't act their age go. There is a strict "be treated the way you act" policy. This means that arrivals are regressed based on the severity of their crimes, and allowed to move up in age if they behave. The absolute lowest are the stinky babies, made to crawl around in diapers, no potty privileges, and getting fed from bottles and high chairs. Moving up are todlers in pull ups and training pants, who are taught basic things like numbers and holding utensils, then school aged students who attend kindergarten and grade school classes, and finally teenagers. If you make it past there, you graduate, and are allowed out. If you go back to far, then you are declared a permanent baby, and sent to live with one of many loving adopting families. Along the entire way, there are plenty of childish punishments allowed by the staff, from spankings, to time outs, to the dreaded soap.When I first arrived, I was given the benefit of the doubt and let into kindergarten classes. I tell you, at the time I thought nothing was more embarrassing then sitting there in a batman t-shirt, jean shorts, and even more embarrassing Disney Princess briefs...(inert- we should point out little Alex owned those clothing articles before arriving. He wore them willingly.)...while having to learn basic math and reading. The teachers stood over us patronizingly, praising us for fulfilling the most basic tasks, feeding us juice boxes, having us play with little toys...(insert: check his spelling and tell me he doesn't need classes. Go on. I dare you.)Naturally, I couldn't stand it.So, I decided to be a bit rebellious. You know, harmless fun. I was brought to the front of the class and asked to read from a Barney book. However, I was prepared. Instead of the expected beginning, I started with "A friend of mine, when he was thirteen years old he heard about "pegging." This is when a guy gets banged up the butt with a dildo..." and continued to read Chuck Palahniuk's "Guts." You know, when the guy who wrote Fight Club decided that Fight Club wasn't violent enough. If any of you haven't read it, I strongly suggest you don't. I got about half a page in before I was drowned out by the collective screaming of the class and the teacher grabbing me.Anyway, that was about the seventh time I ended up in the corner with the dunce cap on.The next incident was even worse. I will spare you the details, but it involved noodles and three of the staff retired.That time, there was an assembly for the "students." I was dragged in front of the entire school and had my pants pulled down to show the humiliating My Little Pony underwear (insert: Again, his own.)pulled over the principles knee, and spanked there and then in front of the entire 'school.' I struggled, I squirmed, and eventually I screamed. Finally I was given the dunce cap again and made to stand with my pants down, this time in the corner of the open hallway so everyone could see and jeer.Not a good day.Anyway, after that I was demoted from school student to toddler. My undies were replaced with pull ups, and I was taken out of school.At the time, i really did think it couldn't get worse. I was never out of site of a 'grown up,' was spoon fed my meals, sent to be early, and had my pull ups constantly checked for wetness. I was given a chart with a star for every 'dry' day, and a frowny face and a spanking for any bad day. Too many bad days, and someone could end up in diapers. Of course, no one really got close, but it didn't matter if I filled out chart after chart with smiley faces(insert: HA!)and never had an accident at all(insert: Does anyone believe that?? I'm not going to even bother correcting it.)they still made the point of taking you in front of everyone, having you strip down to your pull ups, and checking as if expecting to find something. I don't think I've ever been more embarrassed in my life, especially when they deliberately poor water into them before hand as a trick.(insert: if you believe that, get your head checked while I get some soap for this lying little brat. Do you trust the maturity of someone who can't even spell "pour")I couldn't stand that. There is no way it could go one. Not to me of all people. The indignity! I was far too mature and clever to stay here. Plus, I had mad skills to employ.(oh Lord... We will let him finish this to see what kind of hole he digs for himself)So, I hatched a plan. A brilliant, full proof plan. It would have succeeded too if it weren't for those meddling adults.First thing I had to do was get a map of the area. It wasn't too hard to do, I just had to sneak one of the staff's cell phones off, google it, memorize it, and return the phone. Then I needed clothes so i couldn't be identified as a one of them. It wasn't too difficult, I just went to the locker room when some of the staff were in gym, distracted my supervisor, and took something. I only took a few things at a time, so it would be mistaken for random loss. Then when we were allowed out to play, i stored them in a space atop a tree. Along with it was some money I needed to get a train ticket.Then came the night of my escape. I waited until after dark and most of the staff had gone home. Then, I took out the spare key I had stolen when no one was looking. I climbed out of the bed they had me in, making sure to walk as silently as possible. I unlocked the door, and crept out.It was there I saw it. The guardian, a three headed monster guarding the gate. Taking my might sword, I char...(insert: no)... I kung-fu'd my way through a dozen guards...(insert: no)....I hit one in the back of the head with the potty-chair seat and kicked the other in the balls.(insert: better)But I also ran into a few others which I used my martial arts training to overcome. Just a few.(insert: uhhh... yeah sure why not)I was judo throwing them around, kicking some in the face, skillfully deflecting their blows...(insert: don't push it)when I realized I was running short on time. The next shift would be coming soon, which would mean more to avoid.I made it outside and ran like the wind for the first fence. This was a high steel wire construction that surrounded the main building itself. The playground, where I had stored my clothes, was on the other side. If I could get there I could not only change, but hide in the woods nearby.I made it and parkoured over it. I ran for the woods, climbed the tree in question, and got dressed.Then I walked out. I simply walked out. Looked everyone dead in the eye, nodded, and left. No one suspected a thing once I was no longer dressed as a toddler. All I had to do was act confedent.I walked like that rite into town and toward the train station. When I got there it was almost morning. ,I got my tickets, and waited in the nearby mall until it was time to go. The hour drew near, and I saw the train coming, walked toward it, and....Saw my Headmistress standing right at the gate, staring directly at me. She shook her head."Did you really think it would be that easy, Alex?" she said.I gasped, and turned to run, but I saw more of the staff in a line around me, all of them staring with disappointment and anger in their eyes. I got ready to fight, but I felt someone grab me, and I couldn't break free.They began taking the clothes I had taken off. It only lasted a minute, and I struggled the entire time, so I couldn't really tell what was happening until the end. This picture was of me right then when I first got a view of my fate. They left me standing, dressed as above, with everyone in the station staring and laughing.I couldn't believe it! I had been demoted even farther past todler, to the lowest of the low, the babies. I was thickly diapered, unable to even get my legs together, dressed in a childish (and girlish!) pink onesie and a bonnet. They even put a pacifier in my mouth and tied it behind my head, just letting me know I wouldn't be doing too much talking anyway. The booties are soft, because, as the headmistress put it, "with all the time you'll spend crawling, getting pushed in strollers, and in bouncers, you won't need harder soles anyway." All this was explained to me as they spanked my now diapered bottom in front of a growing crowed. I was left to think about my new role in life.Then, just to add to my humiliation, they lead me around the entire mall, making me apologize for lying and pretenting to be a 'big boy', letting everyone see me and know who I am so I couldn't try the stunt again. Even if I made it, I'd only be spanked and re-diapered and held until the staff can pick me up. Then, they brought me back to the center, paraded me again in front of all the other students, and gave me a final, more painful, spanking.Now I'm sitting, bum still sore despite all the padding underneath it, and writing this so anyone who reads it and sees the picture will know not to trust me when I try to pretend to be a grown up again. They are telling me they don't think I'll make it out, and I can expect to stay like this for a long, long time. "Maybe its for the better" the headmistress said, "after all, it is what you wanted." Har har. A few stories don't mean I want it.My greatest ragret? Not using the toilet at the mall when I had the chance. I can feel an ominous rumbling in my stomach, and I'm afraid I may have already used the potty for the last time.So, if anyone sees this, come and help me please? Its pretty clear that I was unfairly misjudged and framed. I promise to be a good boy for you! Just get me out of here!(insert: Well that was... mostly true. Its good enough for now as we are out of soap (Alex took a lot of it) and my spanking arm got tired. Also, it isn't really factually wrong, just sort of... misleading. First of all, we knew about his 'escape plan,' from the start. We pretty well saw him do everything, and its obvious he is up to something when he keeps hiding behind things and whistling the Mission Impossible theme. The "key" he had was actually a baby teething toy. Even I was surprised he couldn't tell the difference. Anyone whose walked with him, or frankly even been in the same building when he does, can tell you how quietly he 'creeps.' If a heard of elephants is sneaky, then I suppose he is too. Also, no one seeing the way he dressed would believe he was supposed to be like that. Someone should have told him that you can't just pick random pieces of clothing from a locker room and expect them to go together or even fit properly. With a pair of short shorts, pokemon t shirt, horribly undersized suit jacket, top hat and high heels, he was frankly more embarrassing then the baby outfit. We got him in it so quickly to AVOID making a scene. How this guy ever expected to make it in the real world is beyond me.Oh and as for his "ragret"- he is absolutely right about this part. From the smell of things, he himself has proven it.We left the last line in because technically it is true, though not in the way he thinks. He was vastly misjudged when he was originally treated as an adult, and when we tried to make him a toddler. Also, we appreciate anyone willing to help. We will take any bottles, diapers, toys, or clothes you can give, even have him try them on for you. If you want to 'get him out of here,' we allow supervised day trips, and you can take our little's on trips to parks, ice cream stores, where ever you want. As long as you can take care of them, it is usually fun for both groups, if embarrassing for them to be seen. Oh, and WE do promise he will be a 'good boy,' - we give you a paddle to make sure.Anyway, I have a squirming, stinky baby to take care off. He is looking at me with the saddest puppy eyes you have ever seen, probably hoping for a diaper change and a bottle. I guess he has learned pretty quickly why it wasn't a good idea to push the limits, and perhaps other people can learn from his bad example. The look would be heartbreaking if it wasn't also all too adorable, with him thinking we will go easy on him because of it. It is definitely justified with how he is acting. Really, though we give them a benefit of the doubt, I think this will be a permanent 'new role in life' for him. We will try for a while, but I'm betting he'll be a never grow old. Expect to seem him up for adoption soon, or maybe we'll just keep him for fun. Regards, Headmistress Victoria and Baby Alex) .... later...AAAAGGG this gives the phrase 'hot and bothered' and entirely new, horrible meaning!

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

Tim was as passed out as one could get and still wake up the next day. He, his beautiful wife Angela, and his somehow still-bratty 25-year-old step-sister Clair had broken into the sauce to celebrate Clair moving in with the young couple for the summer to save on costs for everyone.. Tim thought of Clair as a brat because she had never grown out of teasing and playing pranks on her much older step-brother, even petty things like putting objects he needed on high shelves that only his much-taller sister or other family could get without assistance. But now she had progressed her game. Elegant blonde Angela had clearly explained that the rules of the house for their children, who were away at summer camp, applied to the adults too for fairness. Clair was distracted as she had to imagine his money was the only way her shrimpy brother could’ve ever landed a fox like Angela, but she had not missed the implications of the strict bed- and pants-wetting policies in the Jones household. So Clair, devious as ever, snuck into her 'big' brother’s bedroom where he slept next to his wife and put his hand in the old jar of warm water. In minutes the lightweight drunk had a warm dark patch spreading through his marital bed, and Clair was stealthily taking the warm water and leaving no trace of her crime. Now just to wait and see how the cards fell. To say 31-year-old Angela was not pleased with her supposedly grown husband in soaked jeans and tighty-whiteys early that next morning was am understatement. She held up her stained silk nightshirt as she castigated her little husband for not being able to hold his liquor. “Christ, we try to have fun for once and you have to ruin the bed. Well you know what this means, right mister? One whole week.” She held up her finger portentously to Tim as Clair listened from the hall and giggled softly. Everything was falling into place.

This is a sequel to "human to baby Pokémon" it takes place after my story please read that before this one! Storm the part eevee and part ralts child of Dakota the gardevoir and dill the eevee. Storm always knew his mom and dad where hiding something from him but when he snuck in to there room to find out he did not plan on the punishment he would get. He just hopes none of his friends come over. And what will happen when he goes back to school? Well find out in this story. Storm looks kinda like a eevee and kinda like a ralts in ways he can stand on his back legs looking mostly like a eevee that can walk in his back legs. It was the first change in Pokémon breading with different species and being part humans. But after all the humans where gone this became the normal thing. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1 Storm is a cute eevee and ralts boy a standing eevee basicly. He about 12 years old he's a guy that's very manly and hates anything childish and girly. Unfortunately though he didn't know about his dad's urges. His mom and dad keep that secret from him. But he was always curious why his dad never evolved. It was stupid to him but he couldn't change his mind. But one day at night while he was soppose to be sleeping he hered his mom taking out the trash. He peeked out his door and seen his mom holing a smelly bag and taking it outside he noticed a thing of baby power sticking out of it. He didn't think much of it And shrugged it off and went back to his bedroom. But he couldn't get the thought of his mom and dad keeping a secret from him. He had to know! "ahh! I can't take it I have to find out what there hidding! But how can I do it without them noticing..." Suddenly a idea hits him. He remembered his parents had a school meeting today to talk about his own school work and stuff. But he couldn't go because it was adults only or something stupid like that. He smirks and covers up just you wait till I find out this secret. Shortly after storm fell asleep. He sleeps only in boxers. After all the humans become pokemon and had kids the adults make all the new kids wear clothing because they have more human like bodys. Kinda. The next morning storm get woke up being shook some. "storm sweetheart it's time to wake up" A gardevoir said in a soft voice. Her name was Dakota. Storms mom. Strom groaned "I'm sleeping leave me alone..." Dakota glares. "brat I said get up..." Dakota picks him up with her psychic powers and walks him to the bathroom. He blushed hating to be picked up like this. "mom!" She smirks. "I don't care young man now take a shower you haven't bathed in like a week you reek..." She sets him down and he grumbles. "I don't reak! I just smell like a big man!" She looks unamused. "mhm.... Or a baby that hasn't been changed" He bushes "alright ill take one! Just leave." Dakota laughes and leaves the bathroom. "and make sure to clean everything young man or ill come do it for you!" His face couldn't go any brighter red. "I hate it when she dose that... Thank God she don't say this stuff when my friends are over..." Storm removes his boxers and gets in the shower making sure to take a good shower then remembering last night. "oh ya! The secret... Heh once I find this out I bet I can use it against them to get anything I want!" He giggles to himself excitedly. Cleaning up quicker and getting out drying off and finding some clothes layed out for him. Must have been his mother choice. They looked casual. He threw on the boxers and a pair of shorts and a white t-shirt. "alright they should be leaving after breakfast... Then my chance." He leaves the bathroom and goes to the kitchen to see his dad, dill the eevee sitting on the kitchen chair and smiles at him. "hey kiddo! You going to be OK while me and your mom are gone?" He rolls his eyes. "duh..." He sits in a chair by his dad. And his mom puts pancakes down in front of them both. "ok eat up if anyone needs help I'll feed them." She giggles. And he roll his eyes. He can't belive they would think he can't eat himself he's freaking 12! And she still asks this. Then again she seems to look at dad when she says it. After breakfast mom and dad give me a hug. And mom looks at me. "ok emergency numbers are on the fridge and you know the rules no going in to our room without permission. Got it?" He grones. "yes mother... Shesh...." His Mom kisses his cheek making him blush and they leave. And storm takes a sigh of relief. "about flipping time... Shesh I'll wait a while to make sure they don't come back in." Storm sits down on the couch and watches some TV. Half a hour passes before he remembers. "CRAP I ALMOST FORGOT!" he jumps down from the couch and runs to his mom and dad's room nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Except it smelled like baby powder and stuff almost like a nursery. But he shrugged it off to old people smell and laughed. He looked under there bed and found a strange box he pulls it out and sits it on the edge of the bed. It's a box full of stuff like a pasifier a large one and like toddler toys. "where these my old toys...? This was definitely not my old pasifier though... This thing looks like it's for a adult... Maybe it was when mom and dad where kids? They told me there life story mostly..." He shrugged and put the lid back on it and goes to the closet and opens it up and his eyes get huge. There's a large supply of diapers and not for baby's like adult diapers but they also had some kinda baby print on them. And clothing that looks like it would fit dad suddenly it hits him. His dad dresses up like a baby. He starts to laugh. "oh my God! I can't wait to tell eveyone! I'm going to embarrass him so much!" He pulls out one of the large diaperes and unfolds it. "I sometimes forget dad's still a eevee so he's not much bigger then me... Creepy. These could almost fit-" Suddenly he's cut off from the door shutting and his eyes get big and hide the diaper halfway in his pants and half in his shirt and starts to panic seeing he left the box of stuff out he goes to move it when Dakota walks in. "STORM! What are you doing young man!" He froze with fear. Not even sure what to say his mom turns him around as he's holing the box and the diaper falls our from under his shirt and it hanging down from his pants and he blushes. And his mom smirks. "I see you found daddy's stash. And just what where you planning on doing with that?" He felt his hear beating like crazy. "n-nothing..." She smiles. "oh I get it! You wanted to test them out didn't you?" His eyes get big and shake his head. "n-no!!" Dakota laughes. Then glares at him. "i don't care if you did or not your in a lot of trouble and as punishment... you will while you are at home will be treated very special for ohh... 3 months." He gulps. "s-special...?" She just smiles and takes the box from his hand and sits it on the bed. Then grabs his hand. what could she have in store for him? He wondered it kinda scared him he never seen him mom act so... Sweet it was almost scary. He hopes he won't regret this. Chapter 2 Mom picks me up and sits me on. The Edge of there bed I sit there just staring and mom pulls out the diaper from my pants making me blush she smiles. "dill sweety! Can you come in to our bedroom?" Dad runs in and his eyes get big seeing me siting on the bed and a diaper in mom's hand he blushes. "w-what are you doing with that silly thing Dakota?" He looked very nervous I could see why they would hide this from me...i didn't know my dad was so... weird... "he knows dill" He almost wined a bit. "I think it's time we had a talk with him. And explain this to him." My eyes get big. "n-no I'm fine! I don't-" Mom glares at me it was scary. "storm shut up you are in trouble... Only speak when spoken too understand me young man?" I gulp and look down nodding she smiled. "good! Now as for all this stuff your dad is into acting like a child in diapers. That's also why he hasn't evolved." Acting like a child... And wear diapers... OK he's very weird... And he hasn't evolved because he likes to pretend he's a child... And mom tells me to grow up...I can see dad blushing and I look at him strangely. Mom pulls him closer and yanks off dad's pants and my eyes get big as I see this wet looking diaper on him it was sagging. I can't belive it... My dad's a big baby... "d-dakota!" Dad is blushing insanely and mom smirks. "alright! Dill wanted like a month where he didn't have to do anything he could pretend to be a child or baby." Dad covers his face and I look in disgust. "so dill you and storm will be my baby's for 3 months! No more adult thing except when storm has to go to school. Dill you don't work so you will be a baby most people in town know already so no normal clothes for 3 months" My face goes pale. D-did she just say my name too...dad sighs. "yes Dakota...but storm too? Why?" Mom smirks. "I'm not Dakota I'm mommy for the next few months. And storm is in a lot of trouble that's why. He broke his promise and this is what happens to kids who break promises!" I could barely think straight. "Y-you can't be serious mom...? This is a joke right? I-I'm sorry I won't do it again! But if I get caught people will laugh at me for the rest of my life!" Mom just giggles and winks at me. "then I guess you better not be caught. But don't worry you don't start school for a week you will have time to adjust to your new life style at home baby." I blush and glare "I'm not doing this..." Mom smirks. "I kinda hoped you would say that" Suddenly my body feels paralyzed. M-my mom just used paralyze on me! Oh my God I can't move is all I could think before I fall on my back blushing this can't be about to happen! "ok dill you first let's teach storm the rules while I change your dirty diapy." Dad blushes and walks up to my mom she picked him up and pulled out a strange table from the wall. It was a large changing table. She lays dad on it and starts untappeing his diaper and pulls it down I look away at this point. I don't want to see my dad's... thing... "aww looks like the little baby soaked himself that's OK mommy here to change you and make you all clean." I blush just from like second hand embarrassment. And knowing she's going to do this to me. "d-dose dad have... Like bladder problems?" Mom looked at me as she put a clean diaper on dad. "unfortunately he never learned to use the bathroom..." Dad blushes like crazy. "why?" Mom laughes. "your dad has been into diapers and I think he just didn't want to lean and going this long kinda messed up his bladder and doctors say he will never have control." What do they mean by into them? Like he just enjoys them? Weird... I don't see why people enjoy that... Being mocked looked down on... I'm already looked down on and treated like a child. He dose it willingly. Suddenly mom puts dad down and I float in the air going closer to her and my heart races. "m-mom please! We can talk about this I'm sorry please don't do this!" I start shaking and tearing up. I rarely cry but this was so humiliating I couldn't take it. "aww... Storm... It's ok... Don't cry mommy's here." She hugs me and I lean against her unable to move still crying. And Shaking. I don't even notice my mom taking off my shirt and pants. Then when she removes my boxers it hits me what she's done and I cry more. "no mommy don't please!" She just smiles laying me on the changing table and I'm blushing not liking being naked in front of my mom and dad. Mom grabs a diaper from the closet and unfolds it and lifts up my butt putting the diaper under me. All I can do is watch in horror as my mother diapers me a 12 year old! "aww your going to look so cute Storm!" I blush more and watch as she puts baby powder on me and flips the diaper over me. Just wait till she puts me down Im ripping this thing off. She straps it on then touches the front and a lock appears in it and looks like it locks and disappears. "magic my mom used on me heheh no matter how hard you try you won't be able to remove this." She can't be serious right...? This can't be happening my whole life is ruined! All because i had to find out my mom and dad's secret! And it some how it turned in to my own secret and If I tell people I'll give away my own it's not fair! Mom picks me up and I feel the paralyze disappear and she puts me down in nothing but a diaper. I blush and try and hide it. It's so hard to close my legs completely. I haven't had to use one of these since I was 3...now I get to do it for 3 months. And school starts in one week... If anyone catches me they will humiliate me to no end...this is the end of my life as the cool kid... And my new life as the freaking stupid laughing stalk baby...wait... Mom don't expect me to use this right?! Chapter 3 Mom grabbed my hand and then my dad's hand then she walked us both into the front room and sat us both on her lap. It was so weird to see my dad on my mom lap and looking like a baby. Wait what am I saying I also look like a damn baby sitting on my moms lap! God I want to die from embarrassment. "alright kiddos. Dill you probably know most of the rules but I'm going to explain the rules for the next few months." Dad lays his head on mom and sucks his thumb then looks at me blushes and hides his face in mom's chest. Is it possible to disown my own dad... "alright rule number one. You wear diapers for 3 full months no exceptions. There's a few more for storm once school starts it's a punishment not trying to make him the laughing stalk of the school." I kinda take a sigh of relief. "wait...? So d-dose that mean I got to use it... To... You know?" Mom smirks and quiets me. "I was getting to that. No more trips to the bathroom. You can only use the diaper." My eyes get big. "but that's disgusting!" Mom laughs. "you don't have a choice storm. Now rule number 3 you will both refer to me as mommy. No mom no Dakota nothing but mommy" I blush. "W-what about around my friends?" Mom pats my head. "oh especially around your friends" She giggles and I blush looking down at the padding between my legs. Curiosity killed the cat... Honestly I wish I did more like curiosity diapered the cat... I let out a big sigh. And continued to listen to mom. "rule number 4 you both will act like your age 3 years old when at home well Dill has to act like it for the full 3 months no exceptions. Storm only has to do it when he's at home while out or at school you can act your normal age of 12. Rule number 5 if you need a change you call me if at school or wherever I'll teleport there and change you. I'll try and keep people from finding out." I just stare at my diaper. This isn't happening. This can't be happening. My life is over. I'm going to be called a baby for the rest of my life. Mom sighs. And pets on dad who's clearly embarrassed to see me acting like this. "This is how we will punish you from now on Strom. "little" punishment. This is to teach you what's right from wrong. We don't believe in spanking or anything we don't like violent punishment for reasons. But I'm sure the fear of everyone will find out about this if you don't listen to us will make you act good won't it?" Spanking me probably wouldn't have made me listen... But this... This isn't fair! I don't have a choice or i'll be mocked! I'm that cool kid at my school! But I sigh. "yes mom... " She clears her throat. And glares a bit. "I-i mean... Yes M-mommy..." I bush oh my God that's so embarrassing! I haven't called her mommy since I was also like 3! "alright I think that's most of the rules now I think it's almost bedtime for my Little ones." Wait what? Bed time? I look at the clock. "U-uhh.... Mommy it's only like 7pm..." She nods and stands up holding me and dad in her arms my eyes get big and I hold on to her scared I haven't been held like this for a long time. Mom takes dad to his bedroom and lays him down. "goodnight baby" Dad blushes and smiles. "goodnight mommy!" Man just him calling mom mommy is kinda weird... What am I talking about this has been the strangest day of my life.. Mom takes me to my room and tucks me in to bed and kisses me I blush. "M-mom..." She giggles. "you're so cute your going to make a cute baby for a few months. But it's nap time. Oh you don't need changed do you? Because you won't get one till tomorrow morning." My face goes bright red. "n-no! I don't plan on using it..." She laughs. "well you will have to sooner or later. Unless you can hold it in for 3 months. Anyways good night love you." She leaves my room and i grone but I won't lie she did tuck me in to a really comfortable spot. No I can't fall asleep... It's too early... Only babies go to sleep... This.... Early.... But it was too late I passed out asleep. Probably from all the stress of today. DREAM I woke flipping the covers off me and to my surprise I was still in my boxers I smile great big. "yes! It was just a nightmare!" I jump out of bed and opened my door I see mom and dad sitting on the couch completely normal. "thank God it was just a dream..." I walk in to the front room. "hey mom? Dad? I'm hungry can I get something to eat?" They don't even act like I'm there. "... Mom? Dad? Hello?" I walk in front of them and my eyes get big. Mom and dad were suddenly younger mom was a ralts and dad was still an eevee. They were in diapers laughing and playing with each other. "mom! Dad! What happened to you two?!" Suddenly something talks in a deep voice. "I changed them in to baby's just like I'll do to you next." My body freezes and I turn and look and it's a giant diaper floating in the air coming at me I scream. And cry. NEXT MORNING I wake up screaming sitting up really fast and hugging myself shaking I pull the covers back and I see my greatest fear. The diaper. I sniff and wipe my eyes when mom ran in. "storm?! What's wrong?! Are you ok?" I nod wiping my eyes. "J-just a nightmare..." Mom hugs me and I hugged her back she gives me a confused look and suddenly grabs the front of my diaper I scream and blush. "MOM!" She smiles and kisses my cheek. "looks like that nightmare was very scary... How about we get you change?" My eyes get big and I feel the front of my diaper it was warm. N-no this can't be happening! I never wet the bed! No no no! This was just a one time thing! I know it was. I blush like crazy as mom picks me up. I can't believe this is happening. Chapter 4 While this is happening it hits me. I don't have to deal with this why am I accepting this happened?! I starts struggling in my mom's arms. I might be stuck in a dang diaper buts I'm not stuck acting like a damn baby! "put me down!!" Mom holds me well walking me to her room before I swing my arm and accidentally smack her across the face. My face goes pale as she stops and glares back at me with the most pissed off look I ever seen my mom have. "you're in so much trouble... We might not believe in hitting you but I'll show you something much... Much worse." This was terrible... Good job Strom you went and made a terrible situation worse. Mom lays me on the changing table still looking pissed I didn't move as she removes the diaper and wipes me with a cold baby wipe. I blush a lot it's so weird to have my mom clean me up. But something tells me it's going to be a bad day. Mom pulls out a new diaper and my face blushes like crazy. It was pink very girly. And mom walks over with it. "don't you dare start struggling or it will be so bad on you... Did you know I always wanted a little girl?" Mom puts it under my butt. Holy crap this thing feels thick and it's not even on yet?! Then it hits me. Mom's not planning on treating me like a girl right?! She knows I absolutely hate that. "b-but mom..." She laughs as she puts the new tick girly diaper on me it made my legs spread far then I see the locking thing again. Won't be removing this either... "aww my cute girl stormy! Good thing your the same size as your dad. I'm using the same sissy stuff I used on him when he pissed me off." Mom opens her closet and pulls out a pink dress as well and smirks. I start crying again I don't know why I this makes me cry. But I can't help it. "m-mom I don't want to be a girl it's bad enough I have to be a dumb baby!" She smiles and puts the dress on me. "don't worry, it's just today you really pissed me off for hitting me so this is what you get. Any other day you piss me off depending on how much you make me mad the punishment will change. I just hope for your sake you don't piss me off during school heh" She wouldn't make me dress up as a girl and send me to school right? No... This is mother she would so do that. OK no more pissing off mom... But God kill me. This is so embarrassing mom picks me up and kisses all over my face. "who's momma's pretty little girl!" I just look down to embarrassed to even speak. Mom takes me to the kitchen where I see dad in a highchair he's got syrup all over him and he's only in a diaper and I think we both blush and look away from each other. But dad giggles. "looks like mommy made you her girl... Better you then me..." Mom sighs. "dill your a mess come on let's go give you a shower. Stormy you will sit here and eat some pancakes while I give your dad a bath" Mmm pancakes do sound good mom puts me on the ground on my butt and undoes dad. I'm trying to get up but the damn diapers so thick I can't close my legs enough and I just fall back down and cross my arms and pout. Dad's set beside me then I'm picked up and put in a highchair and locked in with the tray in front of me. Eww... It still sticky from dad... What the heck did he do? Mom picks up dad and puts cut up pancakes on my tray. "alright you eat while I bathe your dad." She turns on the TV to some baby TV show. I grown as mom walks off. "this is awful... This highchairs all sticky! I have this TV thinking I'm some dumb baby now I can't even find my fork! Mom! You forgot my fork!" No response. "Does she really expect me to eat without one..." Then I remember how sticky dad was. Wait... Oh my God she dose... Gross... So I grab one of the pieces covered in syrup carefully with 2 fingers and eat it. At least it's good. I sigh and keep this up till there gone. Getting quite a bit of syrup on me. And sit there for what seems like forever. Watching TV out of boredom. "I'm going to have this stupid song stuck in my head all day... Can I just grab a knife and cut out my own ear drums?" I sigh. "you know what no... That would hurt more than the music..." I sat there though another like 3 episodes of the same show. I hate to admit it but I was kinda starting to like it. The music was catchy the plot was bull. But at least the music was good. It was like watching a Disney show. Suddenly mom walks in and sits dad in a play pen I didn't even know we had. Then again this must have been dad's baby stuff or whatever I don't remember a high chair being in here either. "oh no look like we have another dirty baby!" I blush. And dad laughs. "don't worry, you get use to it after a while... Be careful if mommy gives you a bath though she's rough. Heheh..." I hated hearing dad call her mommy... Wait give me a- my eyes get big. No no no! My own mom is not about to give me a bath! "no im not giving her a bath at them moment I'll wipe off her hands and stuff with a baby wipe I just got her in her cute clothes and diaper." Her? Oh.... Right.... I groan. I forgot... I'm this stupid girl for the day... At Least no one can see me... That's when the doorbell rings. Chapter 5 Mom walks over to the door opening it my eyes get big and I look away praying to God it's no one I know and hopefully they just think I'm some dumb girl... Baby girl. I hear mom talking. "hello?" Then I hear a guy's voice. It sounds so familiar. "howdy ma'am. I'm just here to pass these to all families of kids that go to the new school." No I know I know that voice... "aww thanks so much young man... But what is it?" I got curious I turn and look slightly at them. I see mom talking to a male Grovyle my eyes get big. Why is the school bully here?! I must have caught his eye because I see him look at me and I blush and look away. "well... It's..." he shakes his head "it's the list of supplies you need to bring stuff has changed with the new generation of Pokemon I'm just supposed to pass them out...uhh cute... Babies?" Mom giggles. "thanks there both very rotten especially the one in the high chair" The Grovyle laughs some and I blush a lot thinking he found me out. "well she is cute. She looks a bit tall for her age but I guess most new generation Pokemon do." He shrugs. "by the way my names Bryn. But where's your kid? Shouldn't you have like a kid my age?" I started shaking and look over at them scared moms going to tell him. "oh. You mean Strom? S- ahem he's sick today in his room sleeping." He looks at me for awkwardly long time and this stupid smile goes over his face. "oh ok well I'm going to get going. Have fun with the baby boy and baby girl" Mom shuts the door and I blush hearing some laughing from outside. "m-mom! I-i think he knows!" I feel like I'm going to start crying. "oh relax stormy. He seemed like a sweet boy he wouldn't tell anyone." I look down. "sweet my ass... Mom! He was the school bully! He would pick on me all the time specifically! It's not Fair!" I start crying and Mom sighs and takes me out of the high chair and pats my butt making me blush as it makes noises. But I lay my head In her. "... I'm not over looking how you cursed stormy. That's another punishment. But what?" Dad giggles. "how about you break his bladder?... You always had fun doing that to me." Mom smirks and my eyes get big. "W-what....but I need that!" Mom touched my gut and a strange key like thing popped up and suddenly I hurt for a moment then it was gone and I got confused. "for the rest of today you will have no control of bladder for cursing. Tomorrow I'll fix it." I was shaking and stopped crying. "Y-you're joking... R-right?-" My eyes get huge as I felt warmth out of no where start to spread across my diaper. Mom smirks. "oh no looks like mommy's baby girls having her second accident." I blush insanely and hide my face. "just change me..." Mom tilts her head "nah it's just a small wet" Mom sits me in the playpen with dad. "Dill teach your baby sister how to play with toys and stuff." I was as bright as a tomato at this point. And I thought the embarrassment couldn't get worse. Mom walks off to clean up the kitchen and dad smiles at me and holds up a bunch of toys. "want to play?" I shake my head and lay down in the playpen trying to keep from crying. This has to be the worse time in my life... My dad is happy to act like a weirdo baby... My mom is making me be a baby and wear a freaking dress! I would take it off but who knows what the hell mom would have in store for me next... I shiver at the thought. Dad gets by me. "you best get use to this... You need to get in to a little space. Or this will be the longest 3 months of your life..." I sniff and look up at him. "what's a little space?" Dad thinks for a moment. "it's where you act like a toddler or baby and just forget how old You are and just have fun!" I look at him unamused. "no... No way am I doing that... Ever. I'm a guy! And I'm a teen! I'm not some dumb baby like you! You're just a creepy weirdo!" Dad tears up and start to cry. I look down not knowing what to do just poking at my diaper. It's so mushy and warm it's disgusting. Suddenly mom comes in and picks up dad and pats him and hugs him. "what's wrong sweetie?" Great... I'm going to be in even more trouble... "I-i accidentally pinched my finger!" My eyes get big and look up. "aww dose mommy need to kiss his finger" He nods and mom kisses his finger and giggles and dad lays his head in mom "... I'm tired can I go lay down?" Mom smiles and kisses dad's head. "sure let's go lay you down." They walk off to the bedroom and I sigh. Why was dad so nice and not get me in trouble? He could have made this worse... As much of a weirdo my dad is he's a very nice guy... I'm sorry dad...I pick up one of his toys he had. "I haven't played with toys since the bully mocked me for it... There for babies..." I grab another toy and pretend like there talking. "well guess what stupid bullie I am a baby now so I can play with all the toys I want. And my mommy's going to make. You a baby also" I giggle as I pull out a toy that looks kinda like mommy and and pretend like it beats up the bullie and puts him in a diaper. I laugh. "now who's a baby!" Then I hear moms voice who's clearly been there behind me for a while and my face goes bright red and I throw the toys. "having fun sweetie?" I shake my head "aww that's too bad. I think it was so cute. You need to relax storm. I feel like you think you have to grow up so fast... But you don't you can be mommy's baby as long as you want" I start tearing up and wipe my eyes. Mom leans down and kisses my head. I still hate this. But... I love all the attention I get... I feel like I'm really loved... If I wasn't forced to wear a diaper and a stupid dress... Chapter 6 Mom sat on the couch and watched me as I awkwardly moved toys around. I didn't want to play while she was watching me. It's embarrassing. We probably sat there for a few hours it was dark out. Man the days seem to go by faster when I'm like this. I guess I'm so embarrassed I forget what time it is. Mom comes over and leans down by me. "you getting kinda hungry?" Honestly I was kinda hungry. I keep looking down rubbing the toy I had on the floor lightly not wanting to look up at her. She smiles and picks me up. That's when it hit me I haven't peed all day. but I didn't even notice that I had used it so I just figured I didn't, because I'm not a Dumb baby who can't hold it. She can't take it away from me heh. She takes me to the fridge and pulls out a bottle. I groan please tell me she's not about to bottle feed me... I would rather die... She warms it up and tickels my stomach making me giggle and push her hand away. I blush. "heh your going to like your num nums aren't you stormy?" I look away I'm not giving that a response. I'm just looking forward that tomarrow I get to go back to being Strom and not this dumb stormy... Suddenly the microwave goes off and mom holds me on my back. "hey what are you-" But I was cut off by a bottle being pushed in my mouth. I was about to try to push it out of my mouth when my mom glares and I shake pulling my hands away. Mom's glares are scary... And I know if I piss her off more I might get something worse then a damn diaper and dress... "come on now stormy you should eat up or you might have to go to bed without supper" I grone and start sucking. Actually I hate to admit it but this stuffs not half bad. It's sweet. It's not milk like I thought but kinda like a oatmeal but not exactly. I drank on it about half way I closed my eyes relaxing before I knew it i was asleep. DREAM I woke up and I was in someone's arms. But when I went to say something only noises came out. It was strange. Then I hear moms voice she laughes some. "aww look Dill he's trying to talk." Wait mom? And dad's here? But where am I? On Closer inspection I think I'm on a plane? I keep trying to talk but no words suddenly a pasifier it put in my mouth. I wanted to spit it out. But I couldn't it was like my whole body relaxed and I just sucked looking at my mom and dad. Suddenly there's a large boom. We hear the pilot come over the radio. "where going down! Get eveyone out of the plane immediately make sure they all get out safely!" There was panic even I was scared I started crying shaking. Am I going to die? Mom and dad take me to a plane door they open it helping people out but while doing that I felt the wind blow hard and the plane shook really hard as well. And I flew out of my mom's arms. And out the door falling out of the plane. I cried and cried. I don't want to die! I can't die! No please mommy!! END OF DREAM I was still asleep but Dakota come flying in the room to my crying and screaming for mommy. And she shook me and I woke up. Hugging mom tight and crying and telling her what I saw in my dream but even I know I didn't really say words I was just so scared. "shhh... It was just a dream storm... You been having a lot of nightmare lately haven't you?" Mom holds me in her arms that's when it hit me I was naked but my yellowed diaper... Wait yellowed diaper. I blush insanely. N-not again! This makes me. Whimper a bit mom held me till I calmed down. "now you more calmed down." I was more relaxed I nod "mhm" I wipe my eyes and mom smiles. "good now how about we get you changed? That must have been a scary dream to make you wet yourself." I blush covering my face embarrassed. Mom laughes and picks me up taking me to her room where dad was sleeping in only a diaper... Also wet. But it definitely helped seeing him in the same situation kinda... He enjoyed it but it made me feel a bit more comfortable. Mom changes my stupid pink diaper and cleans me up and puts me in to a normal diaper. I look outside and it looks like the sun just coming up. It must be pretty early. I sigh and mom picks me up after my change and takes me to the front room. "how about some TV To relax to." Honestly that sounded nice. Mom sits down and sits be beside her she turns it on to the same kids shows as yesterday. They where doing more missions and singing. It it was relaxing. I watch them for a while then I lay my head on my mom and I can feel myself falling asleep again. Why am I falling asleep so often? And so early? I can't tell if Im just mentally exhausted... Or something else. Oh well...this has definitely made me grow closer to mom... I love her so much... And that nightmare only made me realize I'm scared that I'm going to lose them. Or maybe it was more they where scared to lose me? Wait? Now that I think about it it was super scary for me too but my nightmare tonight was completely different then yesterdays. Like someone was forcing me to have a nightmare... But that's not possible right? You can't just force someone to have a nightmare? I don't know I just want to rest. I hope today is atleast less embarrassing... Chapter 7 I woke up oddly I was super relaxed. I don't know why but I laid there and sucked on something in my mouth a bit longer. Then it hits me I spit out whatever is in my mouth and blush like crazy seeing a pacifier in my mouth. I throw it down. "damn it mom... I bet she was involved in this... Why would my body want something like that. That's so weird..." I lean up and see I'm still in a diaper and it's soaked. Mom's magic must have still been in effect. I stand up and it sags down I can't help but blush and poke it. I'm so surprised it can hold that much. I'm so tired of this already. I'm a teen not this stupid baby... And yesterday a stupid baby girl... This is all the things I hate in life all in one. I try to remove my diaper thinking mom forgot to lock it. Nope... Still locked. I go to my door and peek out making sure no one else is here just in case. "mom...? Hello?" I see mom peek out of the kitchen "oh morning storm. You sleep well? Come on in I'm cooking breakfast we got some stuff to talk about." I blushed and looked down. "B-but.... I-" She rolls her eyes. "storm come on I'll change you after breakfast." This made the embarrassment worse. I leave my bedroom exposed and walk to the kitchen with the sagging diaper. Dad's in a high chair and he giggles. "whoa soggy butt today aren't we" I blush I thought I was going to cry when mom speaks up. "dill you have no room to speak your diaper was so full this morning we couldn't even wait" He blushed looked at the table. this made me laugh some and mom also smiled and picked me up. "there's a thing at your school going on I know you still got a few days till it starts but this is important for you to go to. So let's explain the rules for your... Problem." I sigh. "problem?... More like a curse..." She laughs. "how ever you think of it. So I told the nurse your problem. She said if your at school and have an accident she will change you in privacy" I blush and my eyes get big. "Y-you told the nurse?! And I have to ask her to change me?! Why can't I do it myself?!" This is it my life is over! "because I don't know if you will change back to one. And if I find out you cut even one out. I'm going to take you to school as stormy the new girl in school who has bladder problems." My face goes pale. She wouldn't dare... No she's my... no she would. I gulp "I-I understand... Do I atleast get enough clothes to hide... T-this?" Mom nods. "Oh ya if your good and don't make this any problem I promise no one will find out. And if your lucky never will even have an idea. But if you mess up in any way I'll promise you won't like the outcome. Understand me." I nod and she smiles putting me down in a chair. And puts some more pancakes cut up in front of me. With a fork this time thank God. "now eat up and I'll give you a bath and a fresh diaper." I sigh. And start to eat before it hits me. "w-wait give me a bath?! No! No no no! I can do that." Mom glares. "hmm let me think what kinda dress would you enjoy for school." My eyes are huge and shake my head. "I-I mean I can't wait for mommy to give me a bath!" I blush just eating. Mom smiles. "aww your such a cute little boy aren't you storm." Dad speaks up. "oh me too! I'm super cute and adorable right mommy!" Mom laughs and goes over and hugs him. "yap that's why... I'm going to give you a very good bath tonight~" I look confused. My mom and dad are weirdos... She took dad out of the highchair and picked him up. "alright storm you finish up I'll bath your brother." I grone. He's not my brother... He's my dad... I hate my life. Mom takes dad to the bathroom I eat and hear dad saying some strange stuff. Can't quite understand him but he's saying "mommy" and groaning but in a weird way... Probably just dad being freaking weird again. I sigh finishing my food. I see mom taking my dad only in a towel to her room. They take a while but mom comes out pushing a stroller with dad in it. He's in shorts and a childish shirt and a pacifier in his mouth. I give him that weirdo look. But he was relaxed and already half asleep. "alright storm your turn!" Oh god this isn't happening. Mom picks me up. "wait I wasn't done eating! Ya!" She pats my dipared butt. "too bad bath time baby's don't get a choice heh." I groaned and leaned over her shoulder and she takes me to the bathroom and she pulls off my diaper and sits me in a fresh tub of bath water it's jot too high but not too short. I blush as she started to wet me and scrub soap in my hair. "I haven't given you a bath since you were like 5. Mommy I do take good baths you would say then come to find out you stood in the bathroom for like 10 minutes and left" She laughs and I blush mom smiles. "you where a super cute kid... Then you became more... Like this." Mom washes the soap from my fur. "like this?" I was confused. What did she mean. "well you act like it's awful if you act a bit childish. Or terrible you act a little girly. You don't even talk about the girls you like." She smirks. "wait storm do you like Guys?" I blushed. "MOM!" she laughs. "sorry sorry! Hey whatever you like we won't judge you or hate you we love you storm. And this might not seem like it but I think you will understand later this is all out of love." I wasn't going to admit I understand... Kinda anyways but this is still humiliating. Mom takes me out of the water and dries me off leaving me in the towel and picks me up taking to the changing table to to no surprise puts me in a new diaper. Then she puts some shorts and a shirt on me. My shorts kinda puffed out some. But not too noticeable. "now to your school thing!" If one person found out they will blackmail me for the rest of my life... Chapter 8 Mom puts me down to let me walk then she walks up to dad in the stroller and pushed it to the door. "storm come open the door please." I sigh "yes mom... " I walked to the door a little awkwardly I forgot it's definitely not easy to walk around in these things. I open the door and mom pushes the stroller out the door with dad in it and I blush going out with them. My dad's sucking a pacifier in a stroller and I'm secretly in a diaper going to school. This will be the worst beginning of school ever. We walk all the way to school girls would laugh at dad who was still asleep mind you. They all thought he was a toddler or My brother...better then them thinking it's my dad... I see a bunch of kids with their parents like me. But I can bet none of them are forced to wear a diaper. "alright your suppose to head to class room 101. Me and your d-farher will head to the parents meet up. They will get you figuring out what your going to do Monday when school officially starts." I sigh and look up at them. "alright..." I walk inside and start to look around for the class it was so quiet I could hear my diaper crinkeling. I pray no one can hear that. As I look someone pushes me over and I fell on my butt. "hey-!" My eyes get big as I see a tall grovyle standing there. Oh no it's Bryn... "whoa hey watch where you're going shorty" He laughed and grabs my hand and pulled me up and bent down to my ear. "or should I say stormy" My face goes pale as he laughed and walked in to class. Yap this is it the end of my life. My ill never live this down...I shake as I step in to class all the seats were taken except for one by Bryn. Just kill me now... "oh storm you finally made it! Take a seat by Bryn would you?" I nod and carefully walk up to him and sit down my him. The teacher starts to talk about how everything's going to go Monday. I could barley pay attention I would look over at Bryn who was just smirking at me. I finally worked up the courage and whisper to him. "h-how much do you know...?" He doesn't stop smirking. And Whispers back. "not much but enough. So I assume you don't want this getting out do you?" I shake and nod. "please... You can't tell anyone... I-I'll do anything..." Bryn lets out a small chuckle. "great. I think this year where going to be the best of friends." He laughs more then the teacher stops and looks at him. "and what's so funny Bryn?" He stops and smiles. "oh i'm sorry. It wasn't a laugh of funny it was a laugh of excitement! I can't wait for the school year to begin ma'am!" The teacher smiles. Damn as much as I hate this guy he's definitely a smooth talker... "isn't that nice but please don't interrupt class like that again. I only get you for an hour today. I know you all probably don't want to be here but it's only an hour so let's make it quick!" The teacher goes back to explain more stuff. What could bryn have planned this scared me. And at the same time I had to pee very badly. I shook my leg up and down Just to take my mind off it. Bryn looks at me. "problem? That's annoying the hell out of me..." I shake my head. "N-nope no problem..." He sighs. "liar... Guess it's time to let out out secret." My eyes get big and shake my head. "n-no wait... I-I just gotta pee..." Bryn gets this shit eating grin. "well was the other day just a one off or are you still... Uhh diapered I guess?" My face goes bright red and I nod slowly. He smirks. "then go" My eyes get big. "but-!" Bryn clears his throat. "excuse me teacher?" I quickly start to wet myself in fear he's about to tell people. I felt all the warmth go all between my legs. "o-ok I did it please don't..." Bryn smiles. And the teacher looks at them. "what?" Bryn stands up. "I hate to bother you but could I use the bathroom? Me and my friend here storm really need to go." I could feel everyone stare at me and whisper. Bryns never had a friend in years. So I'm definitely a weirdo in this class now... Not as much if people found out about my Diapers. The teacher sigh. "ya I suppose I'll let two people go at once first you two then I'll send another group go on then." Bryn smiles at me to follow and we leave going to the bathroom bryn walks over to the door and locks it. He smirks at me. "take them off." I looks confused. "w-what?" He glares. "I suppose I need to tell everyone how you're a diaper wetting baby. Or you can take off your pants now." I blush and pull them down revealing my diaper I feel him push me up against the wall and cup his hand around the front of my diaper. "wow it's warm you really did wet yourself." He laughs and I blush so badly I want to die. "alright put your pants back on. Your going to do as I ask. If I tell you to wet or mess you do it. No if or ands or buts got me? Also why are you wearing these in the first place. The other day I saw you in them and a dress." I gulp so embarrassed. "w-well I found my dad's secret stuff... It turns out he's some kinda diaper lover or something... And he acts like a child... I was going to make fun of him but my mom used it against me." He looks curious. "interesting... And the dress?" I take a deep breath as I put my pants on. "well I got mad and accidentally hit her..." He smiles. "and if anything bad like that happened again you would probably be back in them huh" I nod Reluctantly. "great. Today after school I want to come to your house and hang out with my new "friend" " I looked confused. " B-but why?" He glares at me. "I have my reasons now your going to tell your mom you want me to come down and I'm your best friend understand me diaper boy?" I look down and nod "good. Now let's get back to class." We both head back to class and sit through the rest of the day. I headed to find my mom and dad outside and walked up to her. "H-hey mom?" She looked at me. "Ya storm?" I breath heavy being nervous. "c-can I have a friend come over today..." Mom looked excited. "of course! But I'm not hiding any of... The stuff." I sigh. "but!... that's fine..." I wave my hand to bryn who was standing not too far away and he runs over and half hugs me. "hello again ma'am! And this is... Storms little brother right?! He's so cute! I'm storms friend! Best friend" Dad blushes and so do I he knows that's my dad what's he playing at. What could he be planning... And why did he grope me today? Was it just to embarrass me... He could have easily seen it was wet... Today has been an awful day. But what could he have planned? Chapter 9 We make It back to my place Bryn hasn't shut up yet he's been talking my mom up. It's like there both best friends now... Of course the bully would have to make friends with my mother... Thats just weird. No weirder then the situation I'm in. Actually I almost forgot I'm wet. I sigh as we walk in mom shuts the door after bryn comes in. Suddenly mom chucks my pants off my face goes bright red as I try and pull my shirt down to cover the diaper. "m-mom!" She laughs and so does bryn which was even more embarrassing. "oh you knew this was going to happen I told you at home you can't keep pants on I got to know when you need changed." Bryn smirks. "oh look at that storms mom I think he's wet." She smiles. "well so he is! Hey I got a idea bryn. Your close friends with storm right?" I shake my head. Like hell if he is... But he would expose me if I said that. I sigh and bryn nods. "of course! Even if my friends a diaper wearing baby it doesn't bother me" She smiles "aww that's so cute. OK how about I give you permission to change him during school time." I blush and bryn smirks. "no way in hel- heck!" Bryn gives my mom a smile. "I would love to help with this punishment! I'm sure going to the nurse would be too embarrassing I bet him asking his best friend would work great." Mom smiles and picks me up. "ok let me go show you how to change him." Bryn nods "yes ma'am!" She takes me to the changing table and I blush insanely. "I-I don't want him to see me naked... Mom please..." She rolls her eyes. "storm please this is your best friend just let him do it." Mom quickly untaped my diaper and bryn watches so carefully. This creep... Is he just staring at me undressed?! Was thats his goal? To be able to see me naked and change me...What kind of weirdo is he...mom gets a new diaper on me and puts me in front of bryn. "and just like that." I could see bryn was blushing slightly smirking. I glare at him and he laughs and spanks my diaper butt and I jump and blush. "he's so cute when he's like this!" I blush like crazy and cover my face. This creep is in to me isn't he?! Well Im not gay so jokes on him! Mom laughs. "I have to agree. You should see him in a dress" She laughs more. And so done bryn. I just want to die... "so are you two more than friends? Is this why he's never had a girlfriend heheh" Bryn laughs more "NO! MOM I'M NOT GAY! how many times do I have to tell you?!" I don't think anyways... But god I hate that she just assumes stuff. "well maybe we will one day" He winks at me and I shiver. "people don't know it but I am bi." Bryn smiles at me all I can do is shiver more. So he was just doing this to stare at me naked... And mom's probably going to let him change me more... As long as I don't got to go back to wearing girls clothes. "oh storms mom you should make him go to school like a girl. If this is a punishment make sure he has to do it at least once." My eyes get big. "w-what?! No! Never!" Mom glares at me. "I wouldn't say never young man. But I like that idea. It would be cute!" No come on! Can't she see he's trying to embarrass me! I don't know if being bi is True or just another way to embarrass me and make me seem bi?! I don't know but I hate this guy! But... I can't do anything he owns me right now... "would it be too much trouble if I stay the night ma'am?" Mom smiles and I shake my head. "you can stay all you like bryn also my names Dakota. Call me that." he smiles and nods. "ok then. Thanks Dakota! I can't wait to play with my friend who's now a baby" He laughs and I just give up. "I'm going to my room..." Mom sighs. "fine but lunch will be ready later. You both go have fun and bryn if he makes a mess go ahead and change him I made it so only you the nurse and me can remove his diaper. And don't remove the diaper for him. I know your friends but-" Bryn smiles and nods. "ok I won't don't worry!" At this point I have already left and was in my room sitting on my bed in a shirt and diaper and sigh. A while later bryn walks in and sits by me. "man this is too easy. I got full permission to rear you like a little baby." I glare. "shut the fuck up..." He smirks. "oh no I wonder what will happen if I tell your mom you said fuck." My eyes get big. "w-wait! We can talk about this..." He keeps smirking the coky little fuck. "fine then for the night you do what I tell you to do got it?" I sigh. "got it..." He looks at me. "now how about you use your diaper like a good boy." I blush and grind my teeth. "I don't have to..." He thinks then smiles. "not even number 2?" My eyes get big. He can't be serious. Please no I don't want to do that it's bad enough I got to wet them... But... I have definitely got to go. "M-maybe..." He pats my diaper. "then squat and mess right here in front of me." I blush and stand up. "and if I don't..." He smirks. "you might end up being a girl for your first week of school." I gulp and sigh. "ok...just please don't tell mom..." I blush as I squat. This isn't real... Right? I just want to wake up. I don't want to do this anymore. It's not fair... Chapter 10 I squat there for a while just looking at Bryn who just smiled down at me. "well?" I look away blushing. And I mumble "I can't..." He glares down at me. "what?" I gulp. "I-I said I can't... I-I don't feel comfortable doing it... I can't force myself." Bryn sighs. "that's a shame. Your going to be a cute girl again" He laughs and it scares me and I fart a bit and my eyes get big. "W-wait I think it's happening!" He looks at me curiously and I feel myself start to go I feel it packing into the back of my diaper. This is disgusting... Oh God I can smell it... My face goes bright red as it just fills. And like out of a habit I also wet. I was kinda surprised by how easily I did it. But then again I never been pee shy. I just don't like to go number 2 around anyone I can't even do it when I'm in the school bathroom with someone... Surprised I did it now. "damn you stink storm!" He laughs and hugs me I blush. What the hells this creep doing? I feel the back of my diaper get pulled back I tried to pull away but it was too late. "wow you really did it. Didn't think you had it in you. That's gross. Your gross." He laughs more. Then groped me from the front again. This has to be the most uncomfortable ever... Oh God I just thought of him changing me! "wow your a wet one aren't you Storm?" He smirks. And pushes me down my eyes get big as I hit the ground and feel everything squish in to me. I shiver in disgust. "aww oh no the baby fell down good thing he had a full diapy to help with the fall." I drop my head in shame I never felt so stupid. When I was just around mom and dad at least they would mock me... But it didn't feel like they were trying to be mean but Bryns doing this on purpose. I start to tear up and whimper. Just hitting my emotional top. Bryn stopped laughing and looked down at me. "are you crying?" I shake my head and start wiping my eyes starting to cry more knowing he's going to mock me for this now. But he sighs. "I didn't mean to make you cry... Well not like this... I wanted to have some fun with you..." He pats my head. And I sniff tying to stop crying but my voice crack. "W-why are you doing this?" He shrugs. "I don't know at first it was because I seen you in a dress and diaper and I was going to mock you but... Never mind that's it I just wanted to mock you! Best go ask your mommy for a diaper change! But uhh I gotta go... I don't think I can stay today I got to go now!" Bryn runs out of the house. What did he mean by he was going to mock me but? Wonder what he was going to say. I stand up and groan. "this is never coming out of my fur..." Suddenly mom walks in "why did Bryn leave? I thought he was staying?" Suddenly she sniffs around the room and I blush worried she might notice it was me. "I-I don't know... He just-" Suddenly mom grabs me and pulls back the back of my diaper and I scream. Hoping it would make her get back. "mom!!" She smiles. "wow, no wonder he ran looks like this little baby made a stinky!" I was so embarrassed I covered my face I didn't even know what to say. Mom giggled "heheheh let's get you cleaned up and a bath then we will get you ready for bed." I mean I was starting to get sleepy. Damn her and making me go to sleep so early... But I don't want a bath or cleaned but at the same time I do... Mom takes me to the changing table and dad was on the floor with toys. "phew... Wait did storm have his first stinky?!" Mom laughs putting me on the changing table and untapping my diaper I was so ashamed this is the worst I ever felt "B-Bryn made me..." She gave me a stern look. "seriously storm now your going to lie about your friend? I Can't believe you. You had an accident all your own get use to it mister." She gets me all cleaned up and takes off my shirt and picks me up going to the bathroom. "but-" She glares. "no buts!" She gives me a small spank on my butt and both our eyes get big moms never hit me before. It didn't hurt but I was surprised and kinda scared. "oh my God storm! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean that I have just been dealing with your dad and I have to spank him because he can get a little crazy among other reasons... Anyways I'm so sorry!" She hugs me and I hug back laying my head on her. Me being naked would normally bother me. But I have gotten so used to it over the past few days. "it's ok... You just never hit me before it was kinda scary..." She hugs me close starting some bath water. "I know... How about I make your favorite food for supper?" I look up at her and smile. "you mean mashed potatoes?" She smiles and nods and I smiles great big. "YES!" She laughs and puts me in the water and dumps a bunch of soap on my head and gets me wet and scrubs it in. There's a bunch of toys floating around. Probably from dad. I get curious though I grab one and push it along and it comes back then I push it under water and squeeze it and it makes a noise. I do this for a while I wasn't really having a bunch of fun if it was amusing while I get cleaned. I even forgot to be embarrassed before I notice mom taps me. "huh" She smiles. "I hate to interrupt your play time but you ready to come out?" I blush. "I-I wasn't playing!" I cross my arms and moms picks me up laughing and drying me off. "oh really not paying that's why you stayed in the bath an extra 15 minutes?" My eyes get big. "wait... You been done bathing me for 15 minutes and I didn't notice?!" She nods. "yap it was so cute. Ive never seen you play with toys since you were like 4 it's a shame really most kids still play with toys but you wanted to grow up way too fast...it killed your dad" She laughs and picks me up taking me to the changing table. "because he wanted to play with me right...?" She nods and smiles. "when you were young you two used to play together a lot you loved it. And so did he it was... Weird I guess but it was father and son bonding. But once you became able to talk he got scared to do it around you... Then it becomes this big secret." Mom lays me down getting me in a clean diaper. It was honestly so much more nicer then the messy one that was awful, I hope I never have to mess in one again. "hey mom? Was dad ashamed of himself because of me?" She sighs and nods. "you always wanted to grow up so quickly... That Dill was scared you would do exactly what you did a few days ago." I look away. I feel awful... Even though dad's weird for liking this... He's still my dad... And I love him no matter what I say... "hey mom? Can me and dad play stuff tomorrow." She picks me up and hugs me and I blush. "your dad would love that... You know storm you became such a good young man. It's a shame this will only last 3 months. I could do this forever." She laughs. I laughed awkward. "Y-ya... But I want to go back to underwear sometimes..." She sighs. "I know and I won't stop you. At Least now you understand your dad more and maybe tomorrow you two can grow closer. You and him haven't really been that close." Shs has a point I feel like I barely know him. Well tomorrow's all for dad! It's going to be embarrassing and probably make me wish I was dead but dad will be happy. And right now I know how he feels after Bryn got ahold of me... I get taken to eat and then after getting back to my room and tucked in. I quickly fell asleep hopefully no nightmares tonight.

Aizawa Shouta was fed up with his obnoxious little brother. The man was always annoying and kept pulling stupid pranks on him to get a laugh. He decided to get revenge, see how he liked being pranked for once. He entered an ABDL, Daddy and little searching website after his brother called him a baby, and filled out a long form explaining that sissy needed a stern hand and lots of big, thick diapers. Bill also added some rules: Rule 1: Sissy is not allowed to take off her diapers under any circumstances. Rule 2: Sissy must allow Daddy or another adult to check her diapers anytime if they think she’s had an accident. Rule 3: Sissy needs to talk like a baby and never say naughty words, or else she’ll get a spanking. Rule 4: Sissy must allow Daddy to baby her at home and in public. The long-haired man sighed in relief after submitting the form, but much to his eventual dismay, he had put his own name in the form where the sissy’s name is meant to go...

Subscribe to our patreon for access to exclusive captions and stories from only $1!https://www.patreon.com/femdiapers I had a friend edit this for me let me know what you think! Jerry sprawled across the couch, his legs dangling over the footrest. Skilfully, he tried not to take his eyes off the screen as he carefully manoeuvred through the battlefield on Call of Duty. Pausing to take a quick break, he parked his character behind a wall, so one of the hands holding the softly buzzing controller could grab a handful of Cheetos. As he did this, suddenly his target approached on screen, and Jerry had to shove the food in as quickly as possible to deal with the intruder. The Cheeto's went everywhere- the golden orange dust sprinkling his mouth, face, and clothes. 'I don't know what to do with him....' Jerry's mother shook her head, annoyed 'he dribbles his food everywhere like a damn toddler.' She put her cup of coffee down on the table, clutching her temples as she heard her son cheer from the other room. Vera, her most trusted friend, petted her arm sympathetically. 'I know it’s hard with boys....' She said, eyes sparkling 'I should know- there are ten in my class alone!' 'It's not the same thing, Vera!' His mother laughed in annoyance 'you look after preschoolers....Jerry is a teenage boy.' 'Well....' Vera shrugged, smiling 'you know what they say- boys will be boys. He's just not grown up yet, that's all. I still see Jerry as that cute little lad who would run into my arms whenever you dropped him off.' 'I would give anything for THOSE days back...' His mother sighed 'he was easier to handle. Not as messy, not as loud....Just a perfect baby boy.' 'What the boy needs is some responsibility' Vera said, looking over at the blaring TV with fondness 'Jerry should find a job, or volunteer.' His mother laughed out loud, shaking her head. 'Good luck getting him a job! His resume is a piece of tumble weed!' 'Oh it can't be that hard!' Vera laughed, grabbing her friends arm excitedly 'listen- drop him off at my work! I'll let him volunteer at the daycare! He'll learn not to be such a baby when he sees how other babies are!' For the first time in a long while, Jerry's mother's tired and exasperated eyes widened. 'Vera, that is a wonderful idea!' She gushed, smiling widely 'he'll absolutely love it! I'll send him first thing tomorrow!' 'So....Why am I going to Vera's again?' Jerry rubbed his eyes grumpily, staring out the passenger side as the morning birds flocked from tree to tree. It was the earliest he'd been woken in months. 'I want you to learn something from being here.' His mother said sternly 'and I'll pick you up at five, understand?' The car slowly snailed to a halt in front of Vera's home and business, Chickadee Daycare. The sign hanging on the fence was written in a childish crayon, with pictures that the children had done overhanging the fence. Jerry watched as Mum's and Dad's walked tiny figures to the door, put their child's bag on the pegs outside, and kissed them goodbye. 'This is going to be a long day....' Jerry muttered in annoyance. 'Don't even think of sneaking back home.' Jerry's mother warned as Jerry climbed out the car sleepily 'or you can kiss that Xbox goodbye for three months!' Jerry came inside just as the last parent had left, hanging shyly in the doorway. Inside, he saw a big custard coloured room which was almost bursting with colour from all the little hand painted pieces of paper on the wall. He noticed shelves and shelves of toys- building blocks, prams, teddy bears, toy kitchens and cars- and he noticed that on the big flower mat, sat a dozen small children, all gazing up at Vera in adoration. 'Now, boys and girls...' Vera said in her honey sweet voice, taking a marker from out its packet and writing on a whiteboard parked beside her 'we have a new boy today, a big new boy. His name is Jerry. Can you all say that? J-E-R-R-Y Jerry saw Vera look up at him and beckon him over as the children all slowly and carefully pronounced his name, smiling eagerly at him. Vera patted the soft carpet beside her. 'Only grownups are allowed in the big chairs' she winked at him. Jerry shyly sat down, crossing his legs as the other children did. Jerry didn't understand why he hadn't been introduced as the assistant carer, but he didn't mind. The carpet was soft, and had the faintest smell of lavender. As Vera went through the day's first lesson, Jerry could feel his eyes drooping. He hadn't seen a 9am in months and he certainly hadn't prepared for this. He let out a loud yawn, right as Vera was handing out the chores of the day. 'Uh oh.....' She muttered quietly, putting down her marker 'someone brought Jerry to school sleepy....Do you want to have a nap, Jerry?' Jerry's head clunked up and down sleepily as he nodded. He felt Vera beside him, her warm hand slipping into his. 'Come on, honey. I'll show you where you can sleep.' Vera led Jerry into one of the more quiet rooms of the daycare: the baby room. So far, no new babies had been admitted, so Jerry had the place to himself. He stood, feeling almost ready to hit the floor, as he looked at the comforting blue walls with fluffy clouds. He heard Vera behind him, a clunk, and a sliding down of something. 'Climb into here...' She said soothingly 'my goodness, such a tired boy....' Jerry found himself practically crawling into the warm space, curling up and yawning. His head rested against a soft mattress, and from his little vision he could see a smiling lamb toy stare back. Jerry was too tired to care, and his eyes were soon shut. 'Let me wind up the special song for you....' Vera whispered gently, stroking his cheek 'I know how much you used to like the special song...' Jerry heard a winding noise, and so he lay on his back, half asleep to investigate. As he heard Vera leave to attend to the other children, he noticed a beautiful swinging mobile, gently turning and tinkling out a lullaby. Jerry soon fell into a slumber more quickly than he realised, comforted by the warmth of his blankets and the soft beautiful music. When Jerry awoke, he'd felt like he'd had the best nap in years. He stretched, staring up at the mobile gratefully. He almost wished he could play it again and again, never to end. Vera opened the door quietly at first, before seeing Jerry's eyes meet hers. She beamed with warmth. 'Hi sweetheart....' She cooed 'did you have a nice nap?' Jerry nodded, smiling. He loved Vera. Ever since he had been a child at the daycare, he had. She just never seemed to pressure him like his mother did. 'I have a little something for you to try....' She smiled 'just let me check if its right....' Jerry noticed her carrying a bottle in her hand, with an old fashioned rubber teat at the end. It was filled with a milky liquid, and Jerry at first seemed sceptical. 'Sorry honey....But I've seen how you eat and drink at home. I just don't want you to get a drop on the sheets, that's all!' Jerry nodded, embarrassed. If was going too really help, then perhaps he should. And besides, he didn't want to drink lying down. Vera held out her arm, shaking the bottle on her wrist as some of the liquid dabbed her arm. She checked the temperature, nodding to herself with a smile as she knew it was perfect warmth. Jerry was surprised as the bottle was offered to him, as she offered to feed him herself. 'Go on...' She whispered gently 'you must be hungry.' Jerry bit gently on the rubber teat, and an explosion of milky flavour warmed his mouth. It was deliciously sweet and creamy, massaging his tongue like no beer or soft drink could ever do before. It was almost addictive, and Jerry gleefully took great gulps, forgetting Vera who held the bottle to his face. 'That's it, my little one....Drink all of it. But not so fast. We have some bad news to talk about after...' Jerry wasn't listening, and was only focused on the sweet warm drink. He finished it faster than he wanted to, and still eagerly cleaned the teat with his tongue when he was finished. Sighing, he licked his lips. Looking up at Vera, he toyed with the lamb that was left in the cot, suddenly nervous. 'What's the bad news?' Vera sighed, taking the bottle away and placing it on the small white sideboard. 'While you were sleeping, the toilets flooded and all of them are broken. We put the rest of the children in their nappies....But I was wondering, if you'd like to try one too.' Jerry stared at her, bright red, wondering if she was serious. She smiled kindly; judgement was not in her eyes. Jerry thought about the idea of being comforted with a soft plastic layer, lightly scented and fresh. He thought about how he would be able to sleep and be himself all day- with no interference. And he also imagined Vera changing him, her warm soft hands running down his body as she cooed to him. A small blush on his cheeks, Jerry simply nodded. Jerry soon found himself laying on the floor, atop a big colourful blanket with a beautiful Disney princess on the front. He watched as Vera pulled a nappy down from the stack sitting on the changing table, and gently took off his own jeans and sneakers, his old identity. Jerry watched as Vera gently took hold of his legs, raising them in the air, and slightly powdering him with baby powder. The bottle spluttered a little too much, and Vera laughed as Jerry couldn't help but sneeze. 'Ooh!' She cooed, tapping him on the nose 'do you have the sniffles?' Jerry couldn't stop his smile, and Vera copied it as he began to grin from ear to ear. 'You're my little smiler...' Vera said, placing a nappy under his back and pulling the straps out 'you always have and you always will.' From the moment she pulled the plastic tabs tight, Jerry felt at home. It was a snug fit, and the plastic felt soft and safe. As he moved about, he enjoyed hearing the plastic crinkle from underneath him. 'I have to get back to class, honey-face.' Vera smiled, taking a big box of toys down from a shelf and putting them down for him 'but you can play with these on the rug like a good boy until I get back. I won't be long!' Jerry pulled himself up, pulling the big red box toward him. He filed through the toys, wanting something interesting to play with. He let blocks, trucks, cars, and action men slip through his hands, before his eyes fell on a small pink dress. It was beautiful, with bright puffy shoulders and a big purple crystal in the centre. Jerry couldn't help himself but clutch the dress- wanting badly to put it on. What was going to stop him? Nobody was going to see him here- and nobody would be there to tell him no. Slipping off his own shirt and pants, Jerry let the pink silk encase him as he firmly tied the ribbon behind his back in a big bow. At the bottom of the box, he also found a (slightly squashed) pair of baby pink ballet shoes, which he also tried on to go with his new dress. He looked simply beautiful, and Jerry wished more than anything that this could be his every day wear. Jerry realised soon that he had missed out on the glories of being a small girl. He found teddy bears and dolls to cuddle, their soft material squishing against his face. He found Disney Princess stickers, which he couldn't help but pocket for later. He also found his favourite new toy, a beautiful blue eyed doll named Isabella, who looked like she had been made in the 1950's. Jerry found himself enjoying her company, as most little girls do with their dolls, and as he waited for Vera to return, even slipped into a nap with her nestled in his arms. As the afternoon drew to a close, Jerry's mother stood impatiently with her car keys in her hands, watching with an envious sigh as new parents carrying their toddlers out the day-care exited. In the back of her mind, her heart bled for the chance she'd missed on having more children. She was especially angry now that she knew Jerry was not in the main room where she told him she would pick him up, which meant her only child had defied her again. Vera appeared from the staff room, picking up stray blocks and toys as the last of the children exited. 'So, Jerry stormed off, did he?' His mother said bitterly in anger, crossing her arms 'I'm so sorry, Vera. I just knew he'd-' 'Jerry has been wonderful!' Vera said with a smile, shaking her head 'he's been so quiet and well behaved! He's having a little sleep right at this minute, if you'd believe it.' 'Sleep? Well behaved?' His mother said, puzzled. Memories of her little boy with golden curls fled back to her 'you've only used that language when he was a baby!' Vera winked. 'Just come and see him now....' She beckoned his mother to the door. Vera opened the door gently to show Jerry peacefully asleep after a hard day's playing with Isabella in his arms, one thumb gently being sucked. His mother put her hand over her heart. 'Oh....' She choked out 'he used to always sleep like that.....My baby boy.' 'I think you still have him...' Vera said, gently winding up the mobile 'Jerry is still the baby you knew. He needs his toys, his nappies, your love, and patience. He wants his Mommy back, too.' 'He's in pink.....That's new.' Jerry's mother said, puzzled 'I would love him as a child if he wished, as I still love him as if he were my baby- but why is he dressed like this?' '….Perhaps...' Vera smiled 'he has chosen to start again as a little girl. And you can now start over with a daughter- a new child for you to raise.' Upon hearing those words, his mother’s heart soared. Yearning for a new child without realising that Jerry had been in front of her all along was almost too much to bare. Gently, Jerry's mother shook him lightly, with Jerry slowly opening his eyes to not seeing a grouchy usual Mum, but a gentle and soft spoken mother. 'Darling.....Sweetheart...' She said gently 'it's time to go home, princess.' Princess? Jerry looked toward his mother, scared of seeing judgement in her eyes. 'You don't have to hide from me anymore....' she smiled down at him 'I don't want you to live unhappily as I have, and with you being my baby girl- we'll both be happy. Now come on sweetheart- it's time to go home for tea.' 'Can I still wear my nappies?' Jerry asked in a small quiet voice as he arose, holding Isabella by the hand and rubbing his eyes. 'Of course, little one. You need them.' Jerry's mother said, taking his hand 'we'll figure this all out together, don't you worry. You're never going to be alone ever again, my precious little girl.'

Phillip sighed as he stood facing the front steps. He was in front of a large house, with a dozen iron barred windows and made almost entirely out of stone. It was the kind of place he would never hope to afford.The next part was a bit like ripping off a band aid, he supposed. It was better to get it over with quickly. However, he still stood at the stone steps, not moving. He was still on time, but he knew being late would probably make things worse, and he didn't know how strict they were going to be. He laughed to himself. The fact that he would stand still here while knowing he was better off going forward was probably part off the reason he was here in the first place.It was far from the first time he had been here. He had known the owner for years through his sister, and felt lucky that he had. However, the house, and the implication of wealth, seemed far more opposing now then ever before. Of course, there were a lot of reasons he was here. Not studying for his university courses and letting himself get distracted was part of it. Showing up late, or not at all, to his work until he was fired and couldn't pay for the courses he was failing anyway was another. Trying to cheat and hack the system to get his marks raised and his charges lowered was probably the biggest. Now, someone he only slightly knew had a blank check on his future, and he had know idea how she was going to cash it."Oh well," he thought, and walked forward. There was nothing he could do to change it now. He had agreed to it, if somewhat under duress, he better get it over with.He rang the doorbell.The large wooden door opened, and a cheery, blond haired woman poked her head out."Hello Phillip," she said, smiling. "Glad you could finally make it.""I'm still on time! See!?" He said, panicking and showing her his watch.She giggled. Phillip realized she had been teasing him and glared. "Its alright. Come inside, and we will get started.""Yes Ms. Smith," he said."Oh please, don't give me that. Its Rebecca..."Phillip smiled, thinking that perhaps it won't be that bad."For now," she said, and his heart sank.Rebecca was almost ten years his senior. She had come from a well to do family, studied business in university, then used her knowledge to build up the fortune she possessed now. She had known Phillip's older sister in university, and the times he had met her she seemed to be his polar opposite- always on the run, always working, always seeming to be on the exact level of stress that let her stay calm while making her rush to get things done.Phillip gulped in fear. Gingerly he walked into the house, and instantly yelped as he felt something hit the side of his leg."First thing first, lets get you out of those silly clothes.""What? Rebecca, what is that.... OW!"He yelped again as hit him, this time square on the bottom, with a thick leather rod.'I said STRIP. You are to please and serve me as I want. You know the rules. So do it!" "What? Is this some kind of sexual thing? I don't know what... OW!""You're going to strip because I'm going to tell you what to wear. You agreed to do what I said when you signed the contract, so do what I say or I'll send you to jail or worse.""Ye.. yes Rebecca."He quickly grabbed the hem of his shirt and tore it off. He reached down to his belt buckle and looked at Rebecca pleadingly. She raised an eyebrow, and he undid his belt.Really, he had known this was coming. This part was essentially the same for everyone in his situation, and he knew it could be much worse. However, no amount of mental preparation prepared him for the embarrassment as he pulled his pants down and stripped bear in front of his new mistress for her inspection.Once he was naked, Rebecca stood in front of him, looking him up and down and thinking."Hmmm... I have to say you're in fairly good shape. I suppose that was one thing you were competent enough to think of.He squirmed under her gaze. "Yes Rebecca."She walked around him, examining him and teasing him with the rod. She hit him hard across the bottom and he yelped again."Now, it seems SOMEONE's been naughty, haven't they.""Yes, Rebecca."Another hit, another yelp. Phillip felt the lines glowing on his cheeks. "It seems someone wasted their time at university. Looking at naughty pictures when we should have been working, were we?"Phillip blushed and didn't answer. She chuckled and continued."And it seems then, instead of working or dealing with their problems, SOMEONE decided to try to cheat their way out, didn't they?"Another hit. "YES REBECCA!" he shouted."Then, that someone COULD have been lined up to go to jail, or even a subby school, weren't they? Wouldn't that have been fun? Ending up having to choose between months in a cell and a massive fine or having to wonder who your new trainer would be? Would that be fun?"Another hit. "NO REBECCA!""And it seems that SOMEONE was LUCKY that their big sister knew someone who was willing to pay their way out of it, make a deal with the university, get lawyers to drop the charges, and all they had to do was show up a few times a month to help that person out. Isn't that lucky?"Another hit. "YES REBECCA!""And THEN, that SOMEONE was LATE! ON HIS FIRST DAY!""I WASN"T LATE I WAS... OW!" That hit was harder then the others."And who was that someone?""Me, Rebecca.""Exactly right. Can you imagine my surprise when the lazy, unmotivated younger brother of my friend Sarah ended up being the one who did all this? Can you imagine when I found out the guy who spent all his time playing games while his sister was working was the one who did this and got caught? Can you?" She was spanking him continuously now, emphasizing each word with a smack."OW! OW! Yes Rebecca!" He shouted, whinning."Exactly right." She stopped spanking him and walked back to his front and rested the rod on his face, pushing into his cheek. "Now. As far as I can tell I am getting you out of a heck of a lot of trouble and not asking for much in return. So, you are going to do everything here. You're not just going to clean and cook, I'm going to put my feet up and relax as you take care of every little thing, understood?""Yes, Rebecca.""This," she moved the rod around his cheeks. "Is my riding crop. It will let you know when you displease me, and I expect you to willingly bend over for it, understood?""Yes, Rebecca.""And, since I paid you out of it when I could have paid much less for a maid service, I expect you to remember I'm doing you a favor. You are here for my pleasure and to serve me. If at any point you don't like it, you can go back, find a way to pay back the money and take your chances in court, along with the additional charges off breaking your contract with me. Understood?""Yes Rebecca.""Good. Then come along." She led him through the massive open foyer and up a wide, twisting flight of wooden stairs toward the second floor. The floors were thickly carpeted, and the walls were a golden color, as if to emphasize the wealth. She lead him down a hallway, and he glanced inside various doors they passed and at the large paintings she had hung in every open space. Was he going to have to clean this all?It occurred to him that he still had know idea what was happening. He was still blushing, one hand in front trying to hide his nudity as the other rubbed his sore bottom. Was he going to be spanked like that every day? Would he have to clean naked? The thought made him shudder, but was still better then the alternative.Finally he asked. "Rebecca, what am I going to be doing here? Am I... do you really want me naked all day? Do I have to be?"She chuckled. "You'll see in a second. Ah! Here we are!" She opened a sliding door to what he realized was a closet. "Don't worry, I won't expect you to be naked."He let out a sigh of relief, then suddenly caught it as he saw her reaching for a dress. Even worse, it was a french maids dress, complete with long silk stockings and a ridiculously short skirt."Wha... wha..." he tried to ask, but the words wouldn't form.She laughed again and pushed it into his hands. "YOU, my little sissy, are going to be my french maid. I had this made for your size and I can't WAIT to see you in it.""But.. but... can't I just be naked all day?"She spanked him again with the riding crop. "No. I told you, you are here to serve me. You wear what I want, do what I want, act the way I want..." She grabbed at her hair in frustration. Phillip stared at her, he never expected her to show such an open display of emotion. She had always come off as cool and collected to him. Finally, she breathed deeply, lowered her hands and continued.. "This isn't going to work unless you listen. I'm sure neither of wants you to go to jail Phillip. Just do as I say, and we'll get through, ok? Now put the dress on."He got dressed slowly, first pulling on the silken panities. He blushed as he saw them covering him, it was almost more embaressing then being naked. The smooth silkiness was something he never felt before, and something he was ashamed to admit he enjoyed. He pulled on the stockings next, then finally dropped the dress over his head.He blushed. Sissy play was far from rare in these situations, and something he knew might happen, but the fact others had suffered in his place didn't lessen the embaressment.'Good sissy," she said. "Now, for the next part."She reached down to the bottom shelf of the closet and took something out. It was wide and square, and shone with plastic.She handed it to him. It took him a moment to realize what it was- a pink diaper, decorated with rabbits and lambs."A d-diaper..." he stumbled. Sissy play was one thing, diapering was another. He had heared stories about it, dreading but never believing that he might end up as one of the poor, pathetic abdls, condemed to crawl around in full diapers for their master's and mistress's ammusment."Please don't do this to me. Please don't make me wear this. I'll do anything, I'lll..." he stopped as he saw her laughing."Oh silly sissy, I'm not going to make you wear it.""You're not?""No. You think I want to change your stinky diapers? I want the extra responsibility, as you get to play? I told you, I'm not going to do a single thing, and you are going to take care of me.""What?" he asked.In repose, she opened the door beside the closet and flicked a switch. Inside was a giant nursery, painted in bright pastel colors with animals and cartoons all over the walls, and piled high with stuffed animals and toys. There was babyish furniture and clothing everywhere- a high chair, a play pen, even a changing table, all sized for an adult. Not just any adult he realized, but Rebecca. She giggled and skipped toward the centerpiece of the room- a massive gilded crib, piled high with pink sheets and stuffed animals. She picked up a stuffed doll and cuddled it closely."Don't get it yet? Are you slow?" she laughed. "The diaper isn't for you, its for me, Daddy."