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The tone sounded for the end of class through the intercom system. The final wave of students funneled out of college lecture halls ready to go back home to their dorms. I sat at my desk, staring at a blank paper in front of me. My stomach groaned and I felt as if someone was twisting it, the pain drowning out every other sense. "Miss?" A voice broke me from my trance. "I'm fine," I muttered. "Are you sure? You look like you're in a lot of pain." The professor said, "It's okay, I'll be fine once I get back to my dorm. Thank you though." I said as I pushed myself up from the desk. I stood up, trying to ignore the stabbing feeling in my stomach. "I'm going to head out, thanks for checking on me." I said, looking over at him. He nodded. "See you tomorrow. And try to get your assignment done on time. If not, I can't help you with your grade this time." He chided, sounding genuinely pissed. I rolled my eyes and turned to walk out of the room. I walked down the hallways, the halls were empty except for the occasional students walking by. It wasn't until I reached the stairwell that I let out a sigh of relief. I pushed the door shut and twisted the deadbolt to lock it. I couldn't stand the pain anymore as I squatted down. Thankfully the cover I had over my diaper completely silenced any crinkle it would make as I started pushing. Gradually, a huge log of hard shit slowly crept out of my body. I had to adjust the leg garters and pull the back of the diaper down to make way for the size of the mess I was making. As it continued snaking its way out of me I put my hand on the seat of the soft waterproof cloth. I could feel it as it stretched more and more until the force of my pushing and the resistance of the diaper itself caused the load to collapse. Finally, the pain in my stomach was starting to subside. But a new feeling took over me, an almost desperate need to pee that had been overshadowed by the agony my constipation had been causing me. Moving closer to the door I went from a squat to a wall sit and tried to relax my bladder. After a few moments of heavy breathing, I started to hear the telltale hiss and felt the warmth enveloping the entire front of the padding. The absolute euphoria I felt finally being able to relieve myself was amazing. Finally, I lifted my skirt to see the damage I had done. I unsnapped The diaper cover and let it hit the ground. I pulled out my phone and opened my camera to get a better view. I was amazed at what I saw. The entire front of the diaper was tinged a light yellow and the wetness indicator had all but disappeared. I angle the camera back a little more to get a better view of the back and I could see the sheer size of the mess I had made. I smiled and took a few pictures as I pulled the diaper cover back on and snapped it shut, adjusting my skirt and letting it fall back to my knees. I stood up and sighed, still feeling a little lightheaded from the excitement of relieving myself. I unlocked the door and walked down the stairs. I got into my car and moaned as I felt my body weight smash the load in my diaper flat against me and the seat as I drove back to my dorm. Finally pulling into the parking lot I got out of my car and beeped the fob to lock it. I tried to hide that trademark cowboy walk as I made my way to the dorm elevator. I pressed the button for the fourth floor and watched as the door shut. After about a minute of hearing the cables whine and grind, the chime dinged and the doors opened. I double-checked to make sure I was on the right floor and made my way to my room. As soon as I entered my dorm I dropped my bag and pulled off my shirt, shoes, skirt, and diaper cover, tossing them into the hamper. Thankfully I was small-chested so I walked around in my diaper and sports bra. I could feel the weight of what I had done pulling on the fragile tapes, the only thing keeping the nightmare inside the padding on my body. I shuffled to my bedroom and snatched up my favorite belt. I hiked the garment up so that it was as tight against my body as I could manage and wrapped the belt around the waistband. I threaded the tail of it through the buckle until the last notch I had made and flipped it shut. Now confident that my diaper was secure I wandered towards the kitchen and rooted through the fridge. Did I forget to mention I have a roommate? I know surprising right someone like me doing the shit I do, no pun intended. But ironically enough she was into the same thing as me. Our dorm only allowed same sex roommates so I was stuck with another chick. I hated dealing with other women but thankfully we had enough in common to make it tolerable for both of us. I saw she had bought some yogurt tubes and I snagged a few. I wrote on a sticky note to let her know how many I'd taken and that I would buy her a new box if I ate them all. I grabbed some granola out of the cupboard and a bowl to mix up some homemade parfait. I dove back into the fridge, grabbed some fruit medley mix I bought, and sprinkled some on top. I mixed it all and poured it into the bowl. I grabbed a spoon and dug in. I love the taste of fruit and the yogurt was just sweet enough to add a little something extra. After I finished I rinsed out my dishes and put them on the rack to dry. Now that I was full, I went back to the living room and turned on the TV. I flipped through trying to find something entertaining to watch and decided to settle for YouTube. Sitting on the couch only reminded me more of what I was still wearing. I subconsciously started typing messy videos and compilations into the search bar. Within moments multiple playlists popped up from my previously watched and I skimmed through to see if there was any new content. They were usually forgotten about or archives, but on rare occasions, there would be a new addition. Seeing nothing new I decided to watch older videos I hadn't seen yet. After scrolling through nearly 30 thumbnails with a full red bar underneath, I finally made it to unwatched videos. I clicked on the first one that came up and was greeted with an older quality video of someone in a critter caboose diaper squatting in front of the camera facing away. The fuzzy audio was able to pick up a few grunts and sighs as the creator gently bounced up and down. After a few seconds, a small crackling sound could be heard and the back of the diaper started to expand. I couldn't help but imagine what was going on behind the diaper. I continued to watch the video as it started to expand further and the crackling turned into a few loud farts and a final blort. I was about to click on the next video when I noticed it still had some time left. I continued watching and the person making the video turned around and showed the front. Soon you could hear the same hiss I had made a meer 30 minutes ago as the designs slowly faded from the outer shell. The video ended and the autoplay went to the next clip. I watched about 30 minutes of that playlist before I felt the overwhelming need to deal with the excess excitement I had been bottling up. I went to my room and grabbed my Hitachi wand, mine was one of the older versions that still had a cord. I took it back into the living room, plugged it in, turned it on, and lay back against the couch with my legs up now, heels pressed into the cushion. I put on a new video, a compilation of one of my favorite creators messing, sometimes twice or multiple times in the same diaper. I started grunting and sighing as I ground the vibrator against the squishy wet padding of the front of the diaper. The vibrations rippled through the entire thing, even making its way up and around the back. It felt amazing. I started to whimper as I got closer and closer to climax until finally, I got off the couch. I got into a squatting position and tried to push out any mess I still might have had in my system in perfect unison with the video. As another partial load pushed its way into the back of my diaper I finally reached climax. I rested my entire upper body on the table as convulsions ripped through my body. I let out a small cry as my knees buckled and I started peeing even more. When I was finally able to pull myself back up onto the couch I turned off the wand and pulled the plug out of the wall, wrapped it up, and set it on the middle shelf of the table, grabbing a thin blanket we kept stored there and covered myself up. I looked at the TV and saw that a new video was playing, and still reveling in the bliss of such a powerful orgasm I watched until I drifted off to sleep. After what must have been only a few hours my roommate came in, slamming the door like always. I had asked her many times for her to be nicer on the door because I didn't want to have any kind of repair/inspection done on our dorm. Both my roommate and I were huge stoners and there was a no-smoking rule in place for the dorms. Almost nobody listened but you would still get a charge at the end of the semester for smoke damage to the room. "Hey," I said sleepily, giving her a quick wave and stretching out as I woke up more and more. "Oh hey, sorry. Didn't know you were asleep." She replied. "No problem. I needed to get up anyway." I replied, yawning and sitting up. "Whatcha doing?" She asked me, looking over at the TV. "Just relaxing. You?" I asked. "Nothing just finished hanging out with Tanner." She said, "Cool," I mumbled, closing out the random documentary that was playing. As I backed out the search results of my messy escape popped on screen. "What was that?" She asked. "Um... don't know. Just some random shit." I lied. "You know you don't need to lie, that blanket's kind of falling off and I can put two and two together. It's your TV too, you can watch whatever you want." She said, looking a little hurt that I lied to her face. "Not to mention I do it too, you've caught me before." She chuckled. "I'm going to go ahead and change into one myself, I've been dying to ever since I got out of the final period and had to take the one I had on today off to go to Tanner's." She said as she started walking towards her bedroom. "Oh, all right. Well, I'm going to go ahead and get dressed and head out." I said as I got up, rolling the blanket up into a ball and putting it at the foot of the couch. "Where are you going?" She asked, just out of polite curiosity. "I'm probably going to go to the bar and hang out there for a while. There've been some cute guys there recently and I'm going to see if some of them will buy me a drink." I giggled as I started pulling on a gown-style dress. "Are you going to change?" She asked, looking down towards my waist. "No, this one still has plenty of use left on it and I don't want to risk pissing myself if I get drunk. Plus, it feels too good to take off right now. Is it noticeable under the dress?" I asked, turning around so she could see the back. "Not exactly, it does make your ass look a little bigger but it doesn't look like a diaper bulge. But you should probably use some perfume, I can tell you've been sitting in it for a while. It's starting to get that stink." She said, handing me a bottle of one of her favorite perfumes. "Thanks. And yeah, I kind of lost it coming home and it was a bit more intentional before I went to sleep." I chuckle, giving the back of my diaper a bit of a squeeze. I could feel the massive lump that was still sitting in the back of my diaper. I gauged how my bladder felt and decided to give a small push. As soon as I did I started flooding the diaper again. I leaned back a little bit so it would run towards the dry filling in the rear and even out the swelling. I also didn't want it leaking out the front leg garters when I started walking. I let out a sigh of relief as I felt the pressure release from my bladder. "Feel better?" She asked me, trying not to laugh at my dazed expression. "Yeah, much better," I said as I pulled the belt up a little more and readjusted the waistband. The sag had almost made a gap at the leg garters from my tossing and turning but was much better now. "Well, I guess I'll see you when you get back then." She said as she grabbed one of the diapers out of our storage and headed to her room. I grabbed the powder off the shelf and blew a few good-sized clouds into the back of the diaper to try and mask any odor. Then I doused the entire front of my torso in the warm vanilla sugar perfume. After I was finally done I readjusted my dress and let it flow back over my frame. I gave my thighs a quick squeeze to make sure any mess that had worked its way to the middle of the diaper was put where it belonged. I got in my car and went to a local bar that served mostly college students and some locals. As I got out I did one last check in my side view mirror to make sure nothing was visible and walked inside. I went ahead and sat down at the first booth I went by. The cushiony seats and backrest made it easier to hide what I was wearing. As I sat down I heard something that made my heart race. The soft, only slightly muffled crinkle. I gently put my hand on the top of my waist and I felt that I'd never put my diaper cover back on. I quietly panicked as I wondered if my situation would be given away if I got hammered and tried to get up or worse, fell. I debated whether or not to text my roomie to bring me my cover in her purse and meet me in the bathroom. But I eventually decided that this could be an exciting new experience. I ordered a glass of whiskey on the rocks and began sipping it slowly. As I did I glanced around to see if anyone was looking at me. I thought I saw someone glance at me once but I couldn't be sure. I continued sipping on the drink until my paranoia started to fade. I let out a soft sigh and leaned back. As I did I could feel some of my mess being compressed against the top of my ass down to where my thighs met the seat. I had to stop myself before I let out a small moan because of just how good it felt. My thighs gently squeezed together as I tried to force even more of it to squish against me. As I relished the feeling, I could feel a slight twinge in the lower part of my stomach. I thought there was no way I could have anything left after leaving class and getting off back at home. But my stomach was making it very clear that it wasn't the case. I ordered another drink and paid a bit of attention to the pressure building up. When the waitress finally brought over a fresh glass of whiskey I waited until she left to get up and walk towards the restroom. I had to steady myself as I walked, and I think I had to have been swaying a little bit. I opened the door to the lady's room and closed it behind me. I quickly looked around to make sure nobody was in there and locked the door. I went into a stall and closed the door locking that as well and pulled my dress up back around my waist. I pulled the bottom hem of it through the collar so that way I could make sure it wouldn't fall. The cramping and my stomach started moving lower and lower towards my colon until finally, it was begging to come out. I squatted down, braced myself against the door, and started pushing. I half expected liquid Hershey squirts to start shooting out but it felt like something much firmer was trying to push through. I took a deep breath and pushed with everything I had. Almost like it was pressurized, the thick log barreled out of me and mashed itself into the well-flattened and squished shit I had taken earlier. I could feel the weight and sheer size of it pulling on the diaper even more. I finally decided that I would need the cover after all. The bliss I was feeling with this new load was beyond words. And I had no intention of taking this thing off and throwing it away in a public place. Thankfully I always kept my phone in my bra and I texted my roomie. Me: Hey, do you think you can bring that cover to me, I'm in the bathroom at Michael's Tap. I don't think this thing is going to survive without it. Roomie: Sure, that's the bar about 4 miles off of campus right? Me: Yeah, just knock on the door when you get here. I have it locked, I had to take a huge shit. Roomie: OK, I'll be there in ten minutes. I stood up and tried to readjust myself the best I could. As I came out of the stall untucked my dress and let it fall back down covering the disaster I just unleashed. I looked at the time and groaned as it sunk in that I would be stuck in this bathroom for ten minutes. Hopefully, nobody would come pounding on the door wondering what I was doing. I decided to go and sit down on one of the toilets as I waited. I didn't bother locking it this time since I would have to get up when she got here anyway. I positioned myself so my diaper bulge would fit into the open part of the toilet and got comfortable. Finally, after what felt like hours, I heard the familiar knock we used when going into each other's rooms. I got off the toilet and unlocked the door. She came in with her little purse/tote bag abomination and shut the door behind her. I had never been so happy to see that ugly bag before. She reached in and pulled out a black minky diaper cover. It was one of hers. "Thank you so much, you don't know how much this means. I thought I was going to be stuck in here all night. I gosh I started unraveling the cover, pressing the back of it between my lower back and the wall. "Of course." She said as she started zipping her bag back up, sliding it over her shoulder, and getting ready to head out. I quickly fastened the plastic snaps and adjusted the waistband so it went up to my belly button. Once it was properly on let my dress fall back down to cover my new garment. "Thanks again!" I told her as she opened the door. She smiled at me and walked out. I watched as it slowly closed and did a quick double-check in the mirror. After making sure my dress wasn't tucked into anything I went back out to my table. The rest of the night was a bit of a blur as I ordered at least two more drinks and did some horrible karaoke. When they started doing the last call I gathered myself and called my roommate again. This time I had to think almost four times this hard to get the words out properly. But the jumbled mess that came out roughly translated to "I'm wasted, pick me up, can't drive please." She told me she'd be there in about 10 minutes again and I sat back down at the bar and waited with the bartender. When she finally walked in she came up to me, led me to the door and I jerked away. I stumbled to her car and we drove home. "You know you can't just leave your car in the parking lot. You're lucky I told the bartender to leave a note saying I would be back for it in the morning. They can tow your shit dude. And I know you can't afford to get it out of the lot." She said, chuckling to herself. "Guess it's kind of fitting you're in that diaper, you're acting like such a baby. I took literally two minutes to make sure your car didn't get taken/and you're looking at me like it been hours." She was visibly holding back laughter as she finished her sentence. I rolled my eyes and grumbled to myself that I was not a baby. I could hear a slight chuckle/snort as she started dying inside. "Well, you are too! So, why don't you have a diaper on?" I asked, trying to change the subject. She looked at me and shook her head. "You're so wasted that didn't even make sense. I am wearing one dumbass!" She said, laughing at how utterly plastered I was. "You saw me grab one off the shelf before you left for the bar." She reminded me. I crossed my arms and huffed. I looked like a spoiled brat who got told no as she drove us home. When we finally got back to the dormitory I struggled to get out of the car. She helped me out of the seat and guided me as I stumbled towards the elevator. She led me as I stumbled towards the elevator. She helped me inside, pressed the button for our floor and once we were there nearly drug me to the door to our room. We both entered and she turned around to lock the door. "Ok, we're finally home." She said as she pointed to the couch. I sat down and felt how insanely comfortable my full diaper was. Giving out a little sigh I fully relaxed into the cushions. While it was sitting there my roommate came back with two mugs, both filled with hot chamomile tea. She handed me one and started sipping her own as she sat down in the little side chair. Realizing how dry my mouth felt and the disgusting taste I started sipping the tea. It was really sweet in a good way. Plus the actual warmth felt better than the artificial heat from the alcohol. As I started finishing the glass I could feel my arms getting heavier and heavier. At some point, my roommate must have taken the cup from my hands and put it on the table. After a few times of my head drooping and snapping myself awake I decided to give in and lay down on my side. I grabbed the same blanket I used earlier in the day and wrapped myself back up. My roommate grabbed the TV remote put on some video game Let's Play and started watching it, keeping the volume low. "Aren't you going to change out of that thing?" She asked, looking at me confused. I shook my head and pulled my knees closer to my chest until I was almost in the fetal position. "It's too much work and besides it's comfortable. I'll just change in the morning." I mumbled to her as I started drifting off more and more. "Well, I hope that thing at least has one or two more uses out of it because I don't want to clean that out of the couch again. It's bad enough when I do it but you're cleaning up your mess." She replied, knowing there was no point in arguing with me. I tried to listen to as much of the video as I could until I finally drifted off to sleep.

I'm very happy to announce that Grace's so-called treatment is doing well! She's almost gone a full month pamper-less! She stopped having accidents about 2 weeks ago and is now ready to try doing diaper stuff but I told her that we'd see. I was thinking about slowly getting her and myself back into it and it seems to have worked! I gave her 30 minutes and after she had messed and peed quite a bit she was actually bored and stopped ~7 minutes before time was up! I started going back to wearing diapers for a little over half the day and she didn't care! She gave herself an enema and sat in the mess for ~1 hour the other day and then she wet it before taking a shower. Not only that but she was disgruntled when I told her she had to keep a clean one on for 30 minutes just in case anything leaked. She gets bored when playing with them for a certain amount of time! I gave her a choice of going to an amusement park or spending the FULL / ENTIRE day diapered and she chose the PARK!!!! I'm so happy for my gf! She'll finally be able to come back with her fetish on a leash (meaning she has control of it if y'know what I mean). I am giving her a max of 2 hours of diaper time a day for the next little bit until I think she deserves more. I hope my baby gf gets her padded bum back into the air soon! ~Brooks ❤️

Law of the Diaper - Episode 2 - Part 1 Meliora Lady Meliora Van De Natte sighed heavily as she relieved herself, urine spiralling down her leg and onto the clay-tiled floor of the hall. She sat at a long table, with many other guests in attendance, including her distant cousin, the King, himself. The floor was sloped in a way that allowed people’s pee to flow into the middle, where they were promptly drained away. Despite this, the floor was still wet, and reflected the gold trim of the high-beamed roof. The chamber was grand, regal, and -- to Meliora at least -- a little over-pompous. And to consider, she thought, that those babies in the north believe us to be barbaric. Meliora didn’t much like the haughty nature of the court, but barbarity? Ha! She scoffed at the very thought of it. The King was in the middle of another one of his showy-speeches, “...for many a year now. To think! Back then we were but insects on the world stage…” and Meliora was getting tired of it. As much as she detested these things however, they were necessary to keep the king satisfied, especially as she needed to talk to him with great urgency. But, the King was in the middle of making himself look good, so she decided to concentrate on her food, it was the only good thing about these feasts anyway. Sitting cosily on her silver platter, was a selection of smoked vegetables, steaming roast potatoes, and slices of Stalle, fried to perfection. Many years ago, so the holy texts said, when humans and non-humans were at war over food, the god Liefyr gifted the peoples of the world the plant Stalle, so they would cease eating eachother. Apparently it had worked, because sat around the table with her, where many a non-human. Not that anyone had ever put much thought into it. The days where tension grew high between species was long gone, relegated to the history books of old. At least here in the south. Court and country were a civilised place now, happy and harmonious. Well, country was, court perhaps not so much. Despite the relative peace in the presence of the king, tensions between individuals still ran high, especially behind his back. Opposite Meliora was Lord Aert Van Grizmanen, a wolf with a particularly sly canine-gaze. Like Meliora, he sat stoically, determined not to give anything away to his political enemies. Enemies like Meliora. Just look at him, she thought with a juvenile air of competitiveness, thinking he can beat me at my own game. She broke her stoicism, and her meal, for a brief glare at Aert, but before the wolf could return it, the King concluded his speech. “Thank you! Thank you! You have been a wonderful audience.” the King waved magnanimously. He was kind, and often cared for the people of Plassenar, but unfortunately that came at the cost of any real power. Even now, one Kanniss Blomscheet, a wealthy sugar-merchant who’d been invited, was whispering in the king’s ear. No one spoke to Meliora during dinner however, and she to no one else. Her neighbor, Lady Halene Goudenel, was chatting idly to the man next to her, a lord which Meliora didn’t know. Meliora continued eating, ignoring the two chattering, but halfway through their conversation, Lady Halene lifted her furry rear upwards slightly, and farted noisily. “Ahhhh,” she sighed, “I shall have to go to the mess-hall after this!” Halene waved her hand in front of her nose, looking around. Meliora hoped that the woman wouldn’t notice her, but alas, it was not to be. “Lady Van De Natte! I didn’t see you there!” she said, her talking companion going pale upon seeing who Halene was attempting to talk to. Halfway through a bite of food, Meliora made an attempt at saying ‘hello.’ It came out as more of a stuffed mumble. “Hello to you too! Wonderfully diverse platter today, wouldn’t you say?” Halene continued, determined to push through the awkwardness. She twirled her hair around one of her antlers aimlessly, waiting for a response. Meliora eventually gave in, swallowing her food indelicately. “Yes, I suppose so.” Unfortunately, it seemed that Halene took that as cause to persevere, because just as Meliora was about to resume her meal, the woman conversed again. “I take it you wish to see His Majesty after we have concluded.” It was a statement, not a question. For some reason Meliora felt a child crawl through her. Suddenly she was on edge, and she felt another trickle of warm urine down her bare leg. No one spoke to Meliora during dinner. No one. Did she want something? Meliora realised that she had been quiet too long. “Yes, my Lady. I do. Is there something you wish to ask?” “Oh, no. Actually, I was hoping to speak to you afterwards. However, I understand that you’re busy.” Halene said. Meliora wasn’t sure how to respond. She rarely spoke to Lady Goudenel, her being on the High Council for only a few months. Meliora hadn’t gotten a good read on the woman yet, she was still somewhat of an enigma, and that scared her. It was a strange feeling -- Meliora couldn’t remember the last time she had been scared. Should she accept? This would be a good opportunity to understand the woman a little better. Maybe Meliora would gain some information on one of the other council members. It was a tempting prospect. “Unfortunately not tonight,” Meliora said eventually, “but --” “It isn’t at all urgent,” interrupted Halene, waving her arm toward the table. “When are you next available?” “It may not be for some time. If all goes well I aim to be out of the country for a week or two.” “Well, that just happens to be the subject I wished to bring up.” Halene asked with the dimmest flicker of a smile. Despite herself, Meliora smiled back. “I should have room for tomorrow afternoon, if that will suffice.” “Wonderful!” the woman said with an excited nod, complimented with a wide grin, “I look forward too--” Ffffttttt. The odorus noise spilled out from her seat. “Oh dear. This food really has got the better of me. I do hope this all finishes soon, or I may have to relieve myself here!” Halene giggled at her little joke, and returned to her dinner leaving Meliora to ponder what she had gotten herself into. By the time everyone had finished, the King was ready to retire. He bowed, waved his hand, and excused guests, some of which tried to hound him. Meliora would have to get in quick. Thankfully, some of the people going after His Majesty, were some of her own. Magist Gaerdt and his young apprentice, a feline girl in her twenties, were trying to push past the guards. Knowing that they’d never get past, they were instead preventing the King from leaving quickly enough so that Meliora could catch a word. Fortunately, Meliora was very much respected by the guards, and they let her pass with no small amount of reverence. She had to admit, she liked the effect it had -- as if the oceans were parting for her. It made her feel strong and powerful. “Your Majesty, if I could only-” Gaerdt croaked, before Meliora glided past. “Your Majesty!” she said, bowing gracefully. She wouldn’t have much time to convince him, only a sentence or two. This would have to be done carefully. “May I have a word? It is of the utmost importance.” The King stopped in his tracks, lowering his head respectfully. “Lady Meliora, I’m sure you have much to say, but can this wait? It is late and I-” “Well …” Meliora countered, “I was going to ask about next week’s summit. I would very much like to ask you some questions, run some ideas past you. After all, most of the men here are on the wizened side of wise. You have a much more contemporary view of politics.” Long ago, Meliora realised that to survive court politics, you had to be brutal. You had to systematically hunt down your enemy’s weaknesses, and exploit them ruthlessly. The King liked clever words, or at least words that sounded clever to him, and a little stroke of his ego wouldn’t hurt either. Merchants were good at that, hence their power in his court. Luckily so was Meliora. Clearly it had worked, because the King seemed to be considering her proposition. “Oh, all right. But we shall have to talk in the mess-room, I’m getting rather desperate.” The King finally conceded. “Gaerdt,” said Meliora, turning to her Magist, “Please wait for me in my quarters, we have much to discuss afterwards.” “Yes, Lady.” he replied, and he and his apprentice bowed. “Come Narriss, we still have to find that book.” and with that, the aging man hobbled away, the young feline apprentice helping. Meliora and the King were escorted to the mess room, the King dribbling pee behind him as he walked. Usually, due to the sterile nature of urine, one could relieve themselves wherever they wished. Excrement, however, was not so sanitary. Peasants usually messed themselves as they toiled, using it as fertiliser for their fields. Here in the city however, designated mess-halls, or in the King’s case a private mess-room, was where people went number two. The room was somewhat large, big enough for multiple people. At the far end were two windows and a small balcony, bordered by the Plassen flags -- brown fabric, with white and golden waves. The King often held meetings here, so there was seating, golden chairs with silk cushions. The floor was the same clay tiles of the dining hall, each bearing the royal standard. Meliora made a move towards a chair opposite the King, who upon entering immediately pulled his pants down, starting to fidget. Meliora herself was wearing a dress, much preferred when desperate. Watching as the King leant over his seat, pushing, Meliora thought of what she was going to say, how she would approach this. It was important, and the King needed to understand what was at stake here. “Gggggrrrrrggg” he groaned, pushing out two long logs of poop. They snaked out of him, and coiled around each other neatly onto the stained cushion below. What am I going to say? What would convince a man to go to war? “Ahhhhhh …” sighed the King in relief, a few loose farts escaping. He sat back down on top of his mess, pushing it into the cushions with an audible squelch. Then, just as Meliora got an idea of how to approach the topic, he wriggled his bottom, pushing the poop around. Prince or peasant, it didn’t matter -- squishing was one of the few feelings that everyone enjoyed, Meliora included. A spike of envy even shot through her momentarily, annoyed that she didn’t have to relieve herself, but she quickly regained focus. “Right then, Lady Meliora. What do you want to know?” “Well Your Majesty, first and foremost, do you have any ideas about approaching the treaty?” she asked. The King looked slightly taken aback at that, and Meliora had to force her face to keep straight. “Whatever do you mean, Lady? I was under the impression that they had already agreed to sign it?” “Well yes, they did imply that.” Meliora said, steering the King into the position she wanted. “But we know the North cannot be trusted with matters as serious as this. They are frivolous and fickle, thinking only about their play and not their work. You don’t really expect them to be that consistent do you?” Meliora didn’t really lie. It was cause for concern. These northerners knew nothing of hard work and labor, many lived in luxury, playing all day. “I had assumed--” “With the utmost respect your Majesty, that is exactly it. You assumed.” “You didn’t come here to ask me for help did you?” He looked like a child being told off. Perhaps he was ashamed that he had been so naive. Meliora almost felt bad. But he needed to know. He needed to understand. Meliora respected the man’s kindness too much to lie about something like this. “My King, if I may speak frankly?” she waited for him to nod his head, and then continued, “I don’t believe any good can come of this summit. The people of Luin … they’re not like us. They won’t sign this treaty, there’s too much that they gain from war.” “What could they possibly gain from war?” the King asked, leaning forward. “Weapons sales, unity through common enemy, certainty in a changing world.” Meliora sighed, it was a harsh truth that war was so simple. Contracts, treaties, negotiations, why bother when you could just engage in conflict? There was a deep silence between the two. The King had his face in his hands, thinking. Meliora had to tell herself that she was doing the right thing. Of course she was. The King only wished his people had the same luxury that the Luiners had -- he could be a great King, truly great, if tempered by the ruthlessness of his aides. Why was it so hard to watch this man accept that war was inevitable. Was she as ruthless as she thought? “Meliora,” the King said suddenly, raising his head from his hands, “I hear what you are saying. I really do. You don’t trust Luin, and you want to strike before they have the chance to lure us into a false sense of security.” “Yes. Yes, Your Majesty, that is precisely it--” but before she could continue the King interrupted. “I’ve never told anyone this, but when I was a prince, my father took me to the front line. The regalia and glory of war was appealing to a child, and I went with glee. But when I arrived it was nothing like I thought. The place stank of death, of decay. There were bodies lined up in the streets of camp, sometimes in piles. It -- I still have nightmares. But I had never thought more clearly than in that moment. I bent down to one of the bodies, and …” the King stopped. He seemed distant, as if scared to go back there, to that place. Meliora hadn’t seen him like this before. “... And I bent down to say my prayers to one of the fallen. It was a boy, Meliora. A boy of twelve years old! I can’t remember what caused his death, only that his face was death itself. His eyes were empty. His soul, gone. Imagine what was taken from the world. Imagine the potential that boy might’ve had. All gone in an instant.” He stopped for a moment, his eyes slowly coming back into the room. Meliora was transfixed, “Lady Van De Natte, the other side may be very different from us, but I can guarantee their children have died too. Lives on both sides have died for a war they didn’t start. If they have a shred of humanity, and suspect they have more than a shred, then believe me when I say, they want to end this war as much as you or I.” The King was looking at Meliora now, directly into her soul. His deep, brown eyes yearning for peace, yearning for an end to this petty conflict. The ripple of doubt in Meliora’s mind had transformed. Great waves of torment, battered by a storm of guilt and shame, crashed and bellowed within her. They twisted her stomach, tugged violently at her chest. Could she be ruthless? I have to be. She had to be ruthless for the good of the realm. There was a long, final pause before Meliora spoke. She sighed heavily. “What do you want me to do, Your Majesty?” Narriss Narriss hadn’t seen anything like it before. The port in which the ship was docking was packed full of people. They brushed past each other, all heading to one place or another, like an ant colony. Even the capital hadn’t been this busy, or if it ever had, Narriss had been busy working with master Gaerdt. The gentle slosh of the ocean lapping against the boat, had been replaced by shouting, chattering, and a loud constantly-ringing bell. But what shocked her the most was what people were wearing. Some, like her, wore tunics and pants, robes and cloaks. But some wore onesies, sucked pacifiers nonchalantly, and underneath it all were the unmistakable bulges of diapers. In spite of this, the air smelt familiar. Sea salt and urine mixed in the air across the harbor, floating across the ocean beyond. Narriss’ closed her eyes. The wind blew gently through her fur, her tail swayed gently behind her, and her ears relaxed by her sides. She inhaled deeply, taking in the atmosphere of the place, and a strange peace came over her. A gentle, laminar peace. “Narriss.” A sharp voice from behind her said. She turned quickly, seeing Master Gaerdt standing there. “Come, we have business with Lady Meliora.” Narriss nodded, and followed her teacher down into the ship’s cabins. They had been travelling here, to the Isle of Ieder, for three days now, and she was getting sick of being bunged up in a tiny cabin with Master Gaerdt. She had complained out loud initially, which had been a mistake. “It gives you plenty of time to focus on your studies instead of napping then.” Master Gaerdt had said, never glancing away from his work. Though she swore she could hear a smile in his voice. Lady Meliora’s chambers were nowhere near as cramped as everyone else’s. As they entered, Narriss saw the familiar sloped floor, with a tile pattern running from under Meliora’s desk. It was glistening wet. The tile pattern continued past the centre of the room and rose again like the edge of a bowl, stopping under a plush-fabric seat. Lady Meliora herself sat at an ornate desk, silhouetted a little by grand windows behind her. Why don’t we have any windows like that? Narriss asked herself as she stood behind her teacher. Meliora scribbled something on a piece of fresh paper, before glancing up to Narriss and Master Gaerdt. She gestured for them both to sit. “Master Gaerdt,” she said, nodding to Narriss’ left, “Apprentice Narriss,” she nodded to Narriss, “Thank you for attending me here.” That was odd. Meliora barely seemed to notice Narriss normally, let alone speak to her. This was all strange. Something was about to happen, Lady Melliora wanted something from Narriss, but what could she possibly offer? She was just an assistant, an apprentice. A flash of dread struck through her. The Lady looked uncomfortable sitting at her desk, almost fidgety. She was never normally like this at all. What was going on? Meliora cleared her throat before continuing where she left off. “As you are both aware, we have a very important mission here on Iedar. To go over our aim again, Master Gaerdt, we want to establish relations to aid the signing of the North-South Disarmament Treaty, as requested by …. nnng … the King.” Meliora looked wholly uncomfortable after she said that, jostling in her seat. It was well known to the servants of Meliora, Narriss included, that the woman thought the war was still a necessary fight. Narriss had to agree. Unlike here in the south, Luin and the Dullen Isles (especially the former) were hostile to her kind. Plassenar was fighting for freedom -- freedom to relieve yourself where you wanted without punishment, freedom to be chaotic, and freedom to be different. If that meant tearing down their broken culture to achieve this freedom, so be it. “Now that all the official stuff is out the way,” Meliora continued, “I need to ask you two a favor. This stays absolutely confidential, do you understand?” she looked directly at Narriss as she said it, and without hesitating, Narriss nodded back. She wasn’t sure she liked the Lady, but the woman’s cause was just. “I cannot … nnn … I cannot believe I’m about to say this --” Lady Meliora went quiet suddenly, and began to wriggle more noticeably. She slid her rear across the velvet cushion of her seat. Narriss looked to Master Gaerdt, who only blinked in surprise. Meliora put a hand between her legs, and suddenly Narriss realised what was happening. As if she needed any more confirmation, Meliora quickly gave up, and took her hand away, said “Oh, blast!” rather more audibly than Narriss suspected the lady intended, and leant back in her chair. Less than a second later, she sighed as urine gushed out from under the table, hissing through Lady Meliora’s dress. Even from the other side of the table, Narriss could see a dark patch spreading on her clothes, as familiar as the blue sky. “Mmmmmmmaahhhh!” Meliora’s shoulders lowered and despite her usually reserved demeanor, a tiny smile flickered onto her face as she peed. She quickly finished and, evidently self conscious all of a sudden, straightened her dress before plastering on a calmer expression that contrasted oddly with her now scarlet cheeks. Silence punctured the room, and Narriss couldn’t help but look to master Gaerdt. However, he patently ignored her, focused on the Lady. “My Lady! Were you … were you holding that in!?” he said, visibly shocked at what he’d just witnessed. As if in defiance of what had happened, Narriss’ master let his own water escape, flooding his robe. Small rivers of urine, from both Meliora and Gaerdt, flowed into the centre of the room and were swallowed by the drain leading to the wooden cistern below. Meliora grew softly stern, straightening in her seat. “Not a word to anyone else on this ship at what you just witnessed, is that understood?” As shocked as she was, Narriss was the first to nod. She was used to taking orders, from Meliora, from Gaerdt, from any of her many superiors. But somehow Meliora didn’t feel so high and mighty anymore. Something about what had just happened made the woman less imposing, less regal. It was like a cloud had blotted the sun. Everything was still in the same place, but a certain luster had vanished. Narriss noticed Meliora looking at her, and she snapped her face back to impassiveness. Did the Lady notice? Eventually, Gaerdt followed with his nod of submission to the Lady, but Meliora just sighed, defeated. “I’m sorry you two had to see that.” she said somewhat sullenly, “These people, the summit, they expect certain behaviors from us, just as we do them. The deal was that they would be prohibited from going over-the-top with their regalia just as we do ours, to avoid offence. Part of that is … we are to relieve ourselves away from their notice during the meetings. I was practicing, here, now, and clearly I could not handle it.” “What restrictions have been placed upon them, my Lady?” Gaerdt looked to Narriss, appalled that his apprentice was talking without permission, but she couldn’t help herself. All this had gotten her riled up. Why should Plassenar have to bend to the will of another nation, just to sign some stupid treaty? Why should Plassenar suffer? However, Lady Meliora didn’t seem to mind. “That is a good question, Apprentice. In exchange for us being subtle about our culture they have agreed to hold back on their pompous clothes, and ... let ambassadors from different species into the meeting.” Narriss’ head boiled with indignation. Under the table, away from the view of the Lady, she clenched her fists, hard. Her hairs pricked up in defense, and she felt her face grow taught, struggling not to grind her teeth. Meliora was going through all this trouble to appease these people, when they should just treat everyone as equals. More and more, Narriss was growing angry at this whole twisted situation. The king, our king, wants to make peace with them? Meliora seemed to sense her utter frustration at the situation, and leaned forward. “I understand that this is hard Narriss --” “I’m sorry but you don’t understand at all.” Narriss snapped, half thinking. Gaerdt’s bemused face melted into anger at his apprentices’ impulsivness. But Narriss didn’t care. She was angry, and had the right to be so. However, Master Gaerdt had been teaching her to control that anger, focus it. “Apologies, my Lady, I shouldn’t have said that.” Narriss expected Meliora to be annoyed just as her master was, but the woman was strangely resigned about the whole thing. “No, it’s fine,” Meliora said, waving it away, “You are right. I don’t understand. This is why I have chosen you for the task. I know I can trust you, you’ve been with master Gaerdt here as long as any of my other staff, and your rank means you are in a prime position to understand both court and country in a way my friends simply cannot. But, more than all that, you are one of the people that Luin is trying to restrict. Your eyes, in that regard, see differently to mine. I grew up in a castle, in a place of privilege and luxury. I need to see what you see if I am to win this meeting.” “I’m sorry my Lady,” Gaerdt said, “Win?” “Quite, magister Gaerdt. No one wants peace, so even a small concession towards that aim will be a victory. But we need to focus. We need to practice. We need to keep calm.” Meliora said with the slightest hint of flourish in her voice. She was right. This was all too important to let anger take it all away. That’s what they wanted. Narriss breathed in deeply, centering herself. The anger within her, that raging storm, spiralled in her chest. Slowly, carefully, she pushed upwards into her head. She drew power from it, cunning, and perception. Eventually, it was no longer anger, but a vague pool of energy. Narriss felt as if she could draw from it, take whatever she needed. Her stomach cramped slightly as she contemplated it, feeling something brewing within. But before she could put much thought into that, Meliora spoke up a final time. “What I need from you Narriss, desperately, is reconnaissance. I need as much information as I can get -- ideally what the very heart of their culture is. What I need is to see where they eat, change, and what they do when they’re not at these meetings. But even then I fear that I am still not prepared. I’ll be honest, I wish I could send Gaerdt but ... ” Lady Meliora looked down at the wet patch on her clothes. For the first time, Narriss saw fear on her mistress’ face. “This little demonstration shows our weakness. We need to hide it. We need to be discreet. Gods forbid it should come to this, but what I need is a diaper.” Narriss Waygar, the capital of Iedar, smelt of crap. Literal crap. This was a very strange place, chaotic and bewildering, far more so than even the capital city. Because it was a sort of neutral zone between Luin and Plassenar, both peoples went about their own rituals without regard for the other. Some, few, relieved themselves in the street, where they stood, not bothering to consider those around them. Just like home, Narris thought. But others wore gaudy clothes, onesies with bright patterns on them, frilly dresses, and sucked on pacifiers. They kept their business, and smells, hidden in the seat of their pants. Even here, closest to the Plassen crossing, these were in the vast majority. A group of Littles were huddled together just down the street ahead, one leaning against a stone wall. They were whispering conspiratorially to each other, one glancing over their shoulder. Narriss didn’t get a good look at their expression whilst she hurried past however. As she approached, a tall woman in normal clothes burst out of the wooden door next to them and ushered the group of littles indoors. Although she looked almost normal in that long green dress, Narriss could see the obvious bulge of a diaper underneath. The woman spun around to close the door, and a flicker of fear shadowed her face momentarily, before she fled inside. Narriss bowed her head to the ground, feeling her face boil, and her stomach growl. How was she supposed to actually find out about their culture if they did this? After wandering about for an hour or so, Narriss didn’t have much luck finding anyone who wanted to converse. It was difficult identifying any Plassener’s to talk to here. Besides being so very few of them, any she managed to approach seemed to scarper away, warily. She’d even tried going up to the guards, but they’d just growled and skulked away as well. This was all taking too long, the meeting was only in a couple of hours and she still had no information. ‘Plan B’ was the merchants. Not quite the everyday person that Narriss was hoping to find, but maybe it would work. Surely they wouldn’t pass down a customer? At the very least she could find somewhere to acquire a diaper. She’d been putting it off, though she didn’t quite know why. All this was so odd--the way the Luiners just waddled brazenly about in their baby-clothes, locked away under layers of padding. After a brief wander through the mud-laden alleys of the town, Narriss managed to find a small market selling a vast collection of things. One was selling books from an open-air stall nearby. Maybe he would be able to help. He was talking with someone else, a large woman with somewhat shaggy hair. She didn’t look much like a Little, so Narriss assumed she was a Big, the people who cared for the freaks that dressed up. As Narriss approached the stall, the woman glanced behind. Her conversation with the shopkeep died down to hushed whispers and, reflexifley, Narriss’ ears pricked up. Naturally, they were much stronger than human ears, and picked up the conversation without much hassle. “I hear they’re planning on invading, by migrating into Luin!” the woman said. The man simply nodded solemnly as if it was a sad truth to be accepted, like death or paying taxes. The man’s face scrunched up and he grunted quietly. At first Narriss assumed it was the topic of conversation that had caused such a reaction. But then she remembered the diapers. “Yeah, as if we don’t let them close enough already. That new deal’s supposed to make it easier for them to get in, y'know. I --” the man cut off as he caught Narriss’ eye. “No no, please keep talking!” Narriss said loudly. The large woman startled and clasped her chest with her hand. Narriss realised her face had gone tense. She tried to relax and calm herself but… “Speak demon and it shall appear.” the shopkeep said, glaring toward Narriss with the sadistically sly grin usually only seen in Wolf-kin. Then again, what did she expect from the people who invaded her home? “Demon?! Where?!” Narriss said, bathing in exaggerated, mock fear. This man would not get the best of her. He would give her all the information she needed, or at least point her in the right direction to find it. The woman glanced down at Narriss’ waist, made a disgusted face, and nodded goodbye to the shopkeep. Perhaps she’d noticed Narriss’ tail, or worse, her lack of diaper-bulge. Either way, she and the shopkeep were now alone. “It’s considered rude ‘round here to listen in on other people’s conversations y’know.” he said, almost growling with tension. Yet they consider us animals!? Narriss mused to herself. This place was horrible. Backwards. “It’s also rude to refuse paying customers.” she said to the shopkeep. Hopefully the promise of money would quell his anger somewhat. However, it seemed that she’d underestimated this man’s discontent. “I don’t want your grubby hands anywhere near me!” he said passionately, as if Plassener’s were known for being particularly dirty. Yet, they weren’t the ones who carried their waste against their backsides. Narriss raised her spotless hands in response. “My hands are clean as clouds,” she said, “And luckily for you I just need information. So I won’t be parting with any of my money today, sir.” The man eyed her for a moment. He seemed placated, if only slightly. “I don’t know ‘nuffin!” he said, crossing his arms. “Just go someplace else!” Narriss was starting to get annoyed now. This man was being deliberately stubborn, and for what? Maybe it was time for a retreat. If she couldn’t get the information she needed, at least she could get the diaper for Lady Meliora. “I just need to know where I can find a changing station.” there was a brief moment of silence. The shopkeeper's eyes widened slightly, clearly surprised why he was asked such a question by the likes of … well, her. “Is that some kind of joke? Why in the name of Liefyr does a shaggy like you want to know that?” he shook his head in disbelief. Narriss’ ears went hot. She hadn’t been called that word in a very long time. This slimy son of a bitch was clearly too stuck in his little mud-hovel to say anything productive to her. She was done here. Letting out a deep breath, Narriss turned and walked away. She’d find the godsdamned place by herself. Behind, she heard the man chuckle quietly. Willing herself not to turn and punch him, Narriss focused on her mission. However, the shopkeep made the mistake of thinking he had gained something in that little argument, and shouted across the market. “Yeah! Go back to your shithole in Plassen you hairy bitch!” That does it. Narriss felt a storm surge inside of her, and a sudden cramp in her gut. If the bastard wanted to be closed minded, so be it. He deserved everything he was about to get. She walked back toward the merchant, who went suddenly pale. Clearly he was expecting her to walk away. Maybe she should have. Oh well, Narriss thought, hopefully he’ll remember this. “Fine. You win.” Narriss said calmly, which only served to unease the man further. “If you won’t take a moment out of your day to help me find somewhere, then I guess I have no choice but to do my business here.” and she hiked up her dress. The man looked horrified, and stepped back into the recesses of his book-stall-cave. Narriss simply smiled, and bent over the wooden counter of the stall, so her bare rear was nearly touching the wooden countertop. Her tail swished behind her, brushing against the cool air. Then, grunting a little, she began to push, slowly releasing pressure in her bowel. To her slight embarrassment, she farted a few times, but that was nothing compared to what was coming. As she pushed, she felt a rather large ball of poop force it’s way out of her, sliding through, pinching off, and then slapping down onto the counter. She let out a few more farts, feeling much better now that her gut was empty. Her mess balled beneath her, forming a rather satisfying warm, and stinking, pile. Narriss looked to the merchant again, grinning slyly. His face had gone red, and he looked as if he was leaning against the wall for support. Narriss glanced about quickly, and noticed that there was a small crowd watching the incident. Although most Little onlookers looked horrified, a small group to the left sniggered at the merchant. A huddle of Plasseners also gathered nearby, smirking to themselves. “Thank you very much for your help,” Narriss said as innocently as she could muster, “I was beginning to get a little desperate.” and as a final act of spite, she pulled her dress down, and fell back to sit in her mess. It squashed beneath her, moulding to the shape of her rear. She wriggled about for a moment, before pulling herself up with a very visible brown stain on the seat of her dress. After all, why shouldn’t she wear it proudly? She made her way into the crowd, toward some of the watching Plasseners. They grinned knowingly at her as she approached. Finally, people who seemed willing to talk. She’d finally find out what was up with this place, which would be a solid start. How she was going to find diapers for Lady Meliora from these Plassen folk she did not know, but one step at a time. There was a chance the Lady wouldn’t even need a diaper if she managed to get the right information. As she approached the Plasseners, their smiles faded however. Narriss noticed they were looking at something behind her. A cold human hand suddenly gripped her left arm tightly, pressing against the fur. “Miss,” a woman’s voice, hard and harsh, said from behind, “Please, come with us.” Narriss tried to turn without jerking her arm too much. The woman was a guard, wearing the white-red colours of Iedar, but Narriss could tell she was a little. The guard’s hair was tied in pig-tails, and she could swear the woman had a diaper-bulge. “No! You don’t understand! I have important business here, under the command of Lady Meliora Van De Natte, of Plassenar!” and she tugged her arm away, but the guard who was holding her back simply grappled the other one. “I’m sure you are Miss, but we can’t just let people go poo poo on private property!” Narriss went quiet. Maybe she should have thought this through more. Damn! “Okay, okay, I’ll go with you. Let’s just make this quick.” “You’re not going to run if I let you go?” the guard said, and Narriss felt her tail droop instinctively. She wasn’t sure she could if she tried. “There are guards everywhere,” Narriss said, “I doubt I would get very far.” This seemed to placate the guard and she let go. Two more joined her and the whole retinue marched Narriss away. About two hours later, judging by the church bells, Narriss sat in her small cell, alone. The guards had brought her back to a modest gaol on the outskirts of Waygar. Almost immediately upon arrival, the guards had insisted on diapering her. Her hairs pricked up harshly even thinking about it. Despite how wrong it felt to have this bulky padding around her waist, she’d gone along with it in the interest of saving as much time as possible. It wasn’t all that embarrassing really, not after having dropped a mess in public. But it just felt so strange. How did people defecate in this? She felt a nervous twitch in her bladder at the thought. Afterwards, Narriss was able to present the guards with a royal seal that Meliora had given her, and someone, a while ago now, had gone to fetch anyone who could get her out of here. So, Narriss sat in her cell, left leg bouncing up and down erratically, albeit hampered slightly by the diaper now under her dress. The summit would start any moment, and she was here! She tried not to dwell on that too much. What have I gotten myself into? She thought glumly. What would the consequences be? Lady Meliora said that she had to behave with courtesy--well what if she needed to relieve herself during the meeting? Would the negotiations fall apart? Back in Plassenar, you’d just ... go. I suppose you’d do the same here, too. Just in a diaper instead of on your seat. Something about that felt dishonest and wrong. Pulling up her dress slightly, Narriss looked down at the diaper. She kind of needed to pee again, though the thought of doing it in that thing was mortifying. It surrounded her waist completely, locking away the freedom to go where you needed, trapping the mess next to you. Again, the thought of using the thing made her slightly disgusted. Although, she had to admit, it did feel quite nice when dry. Like a pillow, almost. Hesitantly, more out of curiosity than anything else, she poked the fluffy fabric. The diaper was so thick she could barely feel her finger beneath the padding. She poked it again -- THUD. The door to the gaol burst open, and a vaguely familiar woman stepped onto the stone-tiled flooring--that woman Lady Meliora was talking to at the feast. Her antlers sparkled gently with the fresh mist outside, and her nose twitched slightly. Her dress was almost as regal as her strides towards Narriss’ cell. “Well, well, well,” she said, moving towards the iron bars that held Narriss there. “We have gotten ourselves into a bit of a mess haven’t we?” “My lady!” Narriss said quickly, curtseying. Halfway through her bow, she realised that lifting her dress to curtsey would reveal her diaper. She felt her cheeks grow warm with blush as she saw a wry smile on the lady’s face. “Delved into the local culture have we?” “I-I-” Narriss couldn’t think of anything to say. To be caught like this! Embarrassment flushed through her. “It’s alright, young one.” the woman said, “I am Lady Halene Goudenel, I was sent by Lady Van De Natte.” her smile shifted, wry became warm. Narriss felt her embarrassment subside, albeit only slightly. “Guard!” she said loudly, and there was a clatter from the back-room as a onesie-clad guard stumbled in. “Please let my friend here out of her cell. I shall be taking her with me!” “I’m afraid I’ll need to see some--” before the guard could talk, Lady Halene thrust a piece of paper towards them--a writ of some sort. “Huet!” the guard shouted, and a second guard, presumably called Huet, emerged from the back. Unlike the first, he was not dressed in a onesie, rather somewhat normal clothing. He took the paper of the first guard, scanned it briefly and nodded. And just like that, Narriss was free. “Hurry my dear,” Halene said as Huet guard unlocked the door. Finally, Narriss went down to remove the cloth diaper from around her waist. Oddly, Halene stopped her. “No time, we must be on our way. The summit has already begun.” a jolt of fear burst through Narriss like lightning. She had let Meliora down. She’d let her country down. The two of them left the gaol. “Is the Lady okay?” Narriss asked. She and Halene moved quickly through the market outdoors, people from all directions rushing past. It was tricky walking with the thick padding between Narriss’ legs, so she mostly waddled along as best as she could. “She is fine Narriss. I’m sorry we couldn’t get you out sooner. She is glad to hear you are okay, but wasn’t best pleased when she found out what happened.” Narriss went quiet. So much for being discreet. Halene clearly noticed her contemplative silence. “It’s all right. She’s just a little stressed at the moment. I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.” Narriss could only nod. “At least tell me,” Narriss eventually said, “Is the summit going well?” Meliora The summit had been going horribly. The representative of Luin hadn’t been budging on any of his points and, as expected, his implied acceptance of the treaty had been less than concrete. His sense of grandeur and power was seemingly only bolstered by the large pavilion under which they all sat, each politician perched like vultures along a large stone table. They were all dressed rather conservatively, not a single sign of the usual regalia that accompanied them-- bright colours, pacifiers, that sort of stuff. Only the occasional rustle of a diaper indicated that they were, in point of fact, from Luin. Surrounding Meliora were a team of Lords and experts from Plassenar. In particular, her Aide–Lord Griet–sat to her left, and Lord Aert Van Grizmanen, a wolf-lord, to her right. They were the pain with which she would colour her canvas. Meliora had sent her Wizard’s apprentice, Narriss, away to gather information to use against the Plasseners here, but she unfortunately had failed to make any sort of appearance. Then, after finding out that the idiot girl had been imprisoned, Meliora was forced to send Halene away to get her out, and even she had been taking her time. It had been over an hour now. Dammit, why was Meliora always clearing up other people’s messes! The talks had stalled since, but she forged ahead, at the behest of her king. She’d resorted to placing valuable resources up for trade, and what’s worse, there was also another, more personal, problem that was preventing her from concentrating fully on the remainder of this damned meeting. Meliora wiggled slightly in her seat, holding her pee in as best she could. That damned girl hadn’t brought back a diaper either. She’d just about managed to relieve herself elsewhere, along with her retinue during the brief recess they’d had, but hadn’t found the opportunity to go since. Just as she suspected, this visible weakness had opened them up to political attack. You’ll just have to hold it, she thought to herself, though rather more aggressively than she had meant to. Although she suspected that this meeting would be over shortly. “Lady Meliora!” The man opposite her–Lord Vauque De La Seule Couche, the cousin of the Queen of Luin–said with immense exasperation, “Surely you cannot be suggesting that we just remove our troops from Ile De Sommeil! You’d simply move troops in to displace them!” The man was, at this particular summit at least, not the bane of Meliora’s existence. That award belonged to the other Lords and Ladies gathered around the great stone table. Despite Vauque’s relative willingness to negotiate, she was still having troubles however. Unlike the other lords in Plassenar, she did not know the Luin people and their secrets. She clenched her fists, and her thighs, under the table in an increasingly vain attempt at keeping some semblance of composure. But before Meliora could respond, Lord Aert spoke–his pointed ears perked up, “Lord Vauque. We have all seen far too much bloodshed in the past few years to send troops into a foreign land where they will have no means of escape. No one wants a war.” Yes! Meliora may have ‘locked horns’, so to speak, back in Plassenar, but here that sharp mind could be put to good use. She knew bringing him was a good idea. Meliora nodded, and continued, “Ile De Sommeil, much like this beautiful island here,” and Meliora tore her hands away from holding herself to gesture to the landscape around them, “Could flourish with trade between our two great nations. You have our word, my word, any troops we do send will integrate into a mixed set of guards for the island with your own troops. In return we ask only that your troops do the same, and we shall be open to trading in coal, iron and gold from our prosperous mines down in Modemeer.” This seemed to give Vauque pause for thought. There was a moment of quiet while he stared past Meliora, interrupted only by the gentle grunts of another lord beside him, who was obviously filling his diaper. Oh how she wished she could let herself go like that! As much as Meliora tried to distract herself with thoughts of the meeting, the fresh earthen-stink that floated through the air only served to remind her of her own relief, or lack thereof. She pressed both of her hands into her lap as subtly as she could, but caught Lord Aert in the right corner of her vision, glancing concernedly at her, his tail stiff, and hairs raised. Clearly he was in need of relief as well. Please hurry, she thought. Vauque looked down, smiling gently, and Meliora’s heart leapt. He sighed, and, to every Plassen Lord’s surprise, slowly began nodding. She met his eyes eagerly. “I am open to these terms,” he said. Yes! “But we still have things to work out. I must talk with my superiors, and you with yours.” Meliora smiled broadly. This had worked out well. Not as well as she had been hoping for, but well enough. It was a solid start. “I couldn’t agree more, though I think you’ll find the King very enthusiastic about this deal!” Meliora said. Though Vauque didn’t quite have the reaction she expected -- he almost chuckled to himself. “I must admit, I do find myself wanting to trust you, Lady Meliora. However, I also find that my trust is a little more cautious for your King, who seems more content making deals with sugar-merchants, than running your kingdom himself.” Vauque said. Meliora’s smile vanished. Perhaps she should have tried to contain her shock, but her need to pee was taking up that space inside of her instead. “How did -- how did you find out about that?” she said. Vauque opened his mouth to say something, but before he could a messenger boy waddled up behind him, and whispered something in his ear. His eyes went wide momentarily, and he gestured for the boy to leave before standing up. The lords and ladies from his side of the table all followed suit. Meliora still sat, half out of shock, and half because she wasn’t sure she could stand without wetting herself. The other members of her side glanced expectantly. “Lady Meliora,” Vauque said sympathetically, “I would stand if I were you.” Meliora frowned. What was this? Still confused, Meliora stood as carefully as she could. It was just in time too, because as she tried to scrape together what little composure she had left, two young men, each dressed in colourful blue uniforms, strode onto the pavilion with trumpets in hand. Meliora was beginning to shake, both mentally and physically. All of this was so confusing. Was it planned by Lord Vauque in an attempt to intimidate? Maybe he knows about my bladder situation, she thought tensley, and he’s stalling for time. Her cheeks began to burn red as she felt all the tables’ eyes on her. Meliora attempted to move them to her side, feigning composure. She was attracting glances from all around now. Hopefully this wouldn’t last long whatever it was, though Meliora had to admit, she had a bad feeling about all this. The trumpeters raised their instruments and rumbled through a regal tune. Then a third figure, this one wearing a bright, frilly yellow dress, short enough that it barely came halfway over their diaper, stood at the entrance to the pavilion as the trumpeters left. “Ladies and gentlemen,” they said to the row of Plasseners, some of whom were beginning to squirm a little, “Boys and girls,” and they looked to the opposite side of the table -- to Vauque and the other officials from Luin and Dullen, “And representatives of the land, I duly present her Royal Highness Queen Amée De La Seule Couche of Luin, Keeper of the Seven Swords, Guardian of the First Crib, and Herald of the Winds of Puer.” Shit. After that mouthful, and a minor moment of private panic on Meliora’s behalf, the announcer bowed and backed up, before parting to the left of the entry. And then, the Queen of Luin herself entered. Flanked by two guards in the same uniform as the trumpeters, a woman in her mid twenties flowed into the room. And flowed was the right word to describe the sight. Although she seemed to radiate a pompous regality in that massively oversized frilly tutu, and despite her waddle at the blatantly thick diaper that coddled her (in fact, it looked thicker than almost any other Meliora had seen), she was still as graceful and gentle as the wind itself, as if she had been born a particularly beautiful peacock. For a brief, blissful moment, Meliora forgot about her need to urinate, and followed the table’s awed bowing and curtseying. This may have been a mistake. As soon as she attempted to lower herself into a curtsey, she felt her bladder pang, and released the tight grip of her urine in surprise. A tiny dribble spat out, and warmly twisted down her leg, before she managed to regain control. As a small wooden throne was brought up behind her, the Queen nodded regally and they all sat. It was slightly easier to maintain control like this, and upon sitting, her hands were able to snap back to hold her crotch. She began to wiggle slightly in her seat. To her left, she could swear she heard a small fart from Lord Griet, Meliora’s aide. However, no one else seemed to be paying attention to that, their energy instead focused on the Queen. “So, it seems I am in the graces of some of the finest political minds in the land!” she said, puffing up her dress slightly as she brought her hands down in excitement. “Yes your majesty!” Vauque said. “I believe you already know our people,” and Vauque gestured to the two representatives to his left, “but we also have Lady Moren Wystwith, of Dullen,” a lady to Vauque’s immediate right nodded in recognition, “along with Lady Meliora Van De Natte, representing Plassenar,” and Meliora felt all eyes cast upon her as she tried to keep herself together. She stopped wriggling for a moment to nod towards Her Majesty. Gods it felt awful to stop! “A pleasure to meet you both!” the young Queen said. As soon as she began chattering again, Meliora resumed her little … what was it those Dullener’s in the north called it? Ah yes, ‘potty dance’, hiding behind the safety of the table. The Queen smiled at everyone before continuing, “Please apologize for my intrusion, I was in the area and was merely curious as to how these sorts of proceedings functioned.” The Queen was newly appointed, her father apparently having died in battle, during the most recent Pacification War. But Meliora didn’t have much time to dwell on that, she had to force herself to remember to smile and nod when Vauque began to recount the meeting. As she pressed her hands into her lap as hard as she could, she noticed her dress growing slightly damp. Was she leaking already?! Gods, not now! Maybe I should look down to assess the damage… No. That might give everything away. She was becoming really desperate now, holding herself as best she could. She felt the urine pressing against her bladder, begging for release. Meliora glanced towards the others on her side of the table. Some of them, too, were wriggling slightly in discomfort. Compared to them, the opposite side were eerily calm. Lord Vauque, whether oblivious or not, took his time informing the Queen, who sucked serenely on a pink pacifier a servant had provided her. To make matters worse, just as Vauque’s conversation was coming to an end, Halene and Apprentice Narriss decided to return. Lady Halene was visibly stunned to see the Queen, and slowed her rush to a walk, whilst the young apprentice moved to the seating outside of the pavilion, with the lesser officials, and looking rather ashamed. And was she waddling? The Queen broke off her conversation with Vauque, removed her pacifier, and looked to Halene perturbedly. “And you are?” she asked with an air of surprise. “Lady Halene Goudenel, Your Majesty.” Halene said with a curtsey. Although the Queen seemed a little mollified by Halene’s obedience to procedure, she placed her pacifier on the table instead of resuming. “Well, welcome Lady Goudenel. Do we have any more surprises awaiting us?” She looked at everyone around the table. Meliora was tempted to say that they might have a rather golden surprise if they continued much longer, but thought the better of it. Damn, she wasn’t thinking straight now. She felt another quick burst of pee release, dampening her dress. It was fortunate she was wearing dark colours, because she felt a large wet patch under her rear. “So, Lady Halene, why do you join us only now?” “Oh, I was just taking a quick break from the summit, your majesty.” Halene said. “Yes, I’m sure it must be wearing on you, what with your odd lack of diapers. Though I do hope you remain in my presence for the remainder. This all sounds quite thrilling.” It seemed almost like a threat. A few of the Luin delegates chuckled slightly, though Meliora noticed Vauque’s silent refusal to join in. The Queen only seemed bolstered by the reaction she’d gotten however. “In fact, I’m surprised that none of you have wet yourselves yet! What with all the rumors about you people and your barbarity.” the Queen directed that one straight at Halene, and it was quite clear what she was intimating. A general chuckle from the opposite side of the table didn’t help either, though once again Vauque just reddend, looking embarrassed. A furious blush enveloped Halene, and Meliora saw her fists clenching. “Please excuse my potty mouth. I find the differences in our cultures fascinating, but clearly the more concerning aspects are exaggerated. You seem to be controlling yourselves finely today my lords and ladies. One could only imagine if …” Meliora stopped listening to the queen. The bursts of urine were becoming more and more frequent now. Please let this be over. Please let this be over! All this pee-talk was taking its toll. The warm, damp patch on her rear was growing slowly, trickling into the chair beneath, and Meliora realised that she had fully begun to wet herself. All she could do now was delay the release as much as possible. Meliora saw Vauque glance at her, and blissfully, he cleared his throat and spoke, “Well, I believe that’s been quite enough for today. We have a busy time ahead of us, let us make the most of it!” and he raised his wine glass. Everyone around the table followed suit, though thank the gods no one drank, and they scooted their chairs back. Almost there! Her backside felt wet with warm urine, and as they stood, she felt the cold air get to it. If she could only hold it for a few more moments, just a few more … But the movement was too much. Meliora’s bladder spasmed, and she momentarily let go. It was impossible to hold again. There was little else she could do but gasp, as Meliora felt a sudden stream of warm urine burst out from between her thighs. An utterly blissful wave of relief flooded through her, rippling up her back, as she let her pee go. She sighed heavily, her eyes fluttering in pleasure. Maybe she could have gotten away with a small wet patch on her dark clothing, but this was simply too much. She felt her pee hit the front of her dress, soaking a glistening warmth into it, and putting on a show for the whole table. As her stream slowed, she opened her eyes and blushed as gobsmacked expressions from the other side greeted her. There was no uproar, no shouting. The Queen simply watched in petrified horror, before eventually striding around to Lord Vauque. She whispered something utterly inaudible in his ear. Those around him seemed to have heard however, and sly grins crept onto their faces.Vauque himself only frowned, almost angrily, holding his tongue. She turned and faced Meliora directly. “It seems that I was wrong.” she said quietly before twisting around, her frilly tutu following her moments after in a spiral, and striding away from the Pavillion. The remaining delegates, Meliora included, were left stunned. She looked to Vauque for answers. All he offered was a look of sympathetic resignation. “I’m sorry.” he said. And with that, his side of the table all left the pavilion as well, leaving a very wet Meliora, and her allies, alone. END OF EPISODE 2

Back to Basics Tara looked at herself in the mirror and blushed. She obviously hadn't known she was a lesbian her first time through kindergarten, but despite being the most stereotypical colors, it still looked like something she would have worn back then. Poofy blouse in red plaid, denim ruffle skirt, she even had red plaid hair bows in her pigtails and rainbow light up sneakers. Movement in the corner of the mirror caught her eyes, "Rocking the look, kiddo," her mom said as she stepped into the room, "all you'd need to make it authentic is a pullup." Her shocked exclamation of "Mother!" Caused the older woman to grin sheepishly, "sorry honey, forgot that whole… situation." The situation is question being the forceful return of her old bedwetting problem last year as the stresses of being a Senior got to her, but that was not the cause of her outburst. Her mother was one hundred percent correct, and she had been unable to stop herself from grabbing one of the butterfly covered nighttime garments when they had stared at her when she went into the closet for the purple, unicorn covered backpack she had chosen to use this year. She had been an energetic, social, and most of all playful five year old, so even though she had been daytime trained, her nighttime training stalling until she was twelve, her mother had made the wise choice to keep her in pullups until just before first grade. It wasn't a daily thing, naptime didn't count, but two to three days a week was average, and since they were pullups she could change them herself like a big girl without anyone knowing. Looking back she knew she wasn't the only one, roughly a third of her class had taken their backpack into the bathroom with them from time to time. Now you might be wondering why a nineteen year old woman a few months past her last day of school was dressing up like it was her very first, and for that we have to go back a few years. Five years ago the district had finished its new, modern kindergarten, leaving the old one that had been in use for decades empty with no prospective buyers, when a group of stressed former seniors taking a gap year hit on an idea. Pooling their money, they rented the building from the district to do a second kindergarten, citing a review of basics they might not have touched on in over a decade, seeing how far they had come, as well as give them a year to relax in a way that wasn't the expensive foreign trips that were so popular with their fellows. Surprisingly, or maybe not so much since they were making money on a building they had no current use for, the district ate it up, and had offered it every year since, with thirty students taking them up on it this year. As an added bonus this year, three of the alumni of the first year were returning to act as their teachers, offering a reduced price to the previous years that had hired retired teachers or older siblings to do the same. "Gods kiddo, this brings back some memories," her mom said with tears in her eyes. Tara's mother had been single when she had started kindergarten, losing her father to another woman, but that had turned out alright in the end as she had found a woman of her own in Tara's kindergarten teacher, or re-found as the case was, they had known each other when they were younger, and had dated, before breaking it off and losing contact for ten years for what they both agreed were stupid reason, or what her mother now referred to as 'the biggest damn mistake of my life, with only one good consequence' when the grief hit her too hard. Losing her to breast cancer three years ago had been devastating, and was one of the reasons Tara had been planning on signing up for this since she was seventeen, and also why she wore a pink ribbon pin on each of her hair bows. "Your Mami would have loved to see you like this again." Tara had no words, tears welling up in her own eyes as she pulled her mom into a hug until they both calmed a little. Forcing a smile onto her face as she pulled away Tara's mom asked, "speaking of paramour's, is Susan going too?" Tara's blush was answer enough, but her stuttered "we're not technically dating yet," sealed the deal. Tara and Susan had met the first day of kindergarten and quickly became inseparable best friends, and Tara had harbored a secret crush on her for years, but was always worried about losing what they already had. She had finally decided to admit she wanted to try being more than best friends at the start of senior year, but the academic rigors of both studious girls had left them little time to explore each other, and the little time they did get they felt that very little had changed. Their parents had assured them that was normal, they had practically been dating for years so of course it would feel the same. The fact that three times in the last month they had ended a hangout breathless on one of their beds wearing what it would be generous to call an outfit between them, well, Tara was hoping this would be the week they would acknowledge each other as Girlfriends. Tara's mom just smirked, "you got fake married in sixth grade, I already consider that girl my daughter in law." Tara's blush deepened. It had been for a school play, it had also been when she first figured out her crush and she may have spent the entire ride home telling her mothers how beautiful Susan had looked. "Alright kiddo, enough chatter and reminiscing, let's get you off to your first day of kindergarten," the last word punctuated by a butt swat that left her mother frozen for a second. "You were right, it's more authentic," she smirked through her, by this point glowing, blush and her mother could only laugh. —- Susan looked stunning, Tara thought as she opened the passenger side door and the other girl ran over. She had gone for a mix of adult and childish, with black leggings, a blue skirt, a Dora shirt, and one pink and one blue sneaker, though the shirt was a crop top, or maybe an actual kids shirt the tiny girl had squeezed into, the skirt was as short as socially acceptable, and the leggings were practically painted on, highlighting her amazing ass. Her backpack was Dora as well, and it wasn't just to appear childish. Susan had become a genuine fan of the young adventurer as another way to connect with Tara after Mami had begun teaching her her native language. The school had eventually deemed it unfair for the two to take Spanish and they were put into French classes that they still breezed through due to the shared Latin root, which they had then decided to learn as well. Susan had suggested they go for something not Latin based next, and they had hit on the idea of using the second kindergarten to begin to learn German, even talking to the teachers and having their activity sheets translated, they would have to break the immersion a bit and check each others work though, as none of the teachers wrote or spoke german. Tara's mother leaned over the passenger seat as the two embraced and said "now despite how cute you both look, you're not kids anymore so I'm not setting a curfew, but remember tomorrow is a school day so don't stay out too late." Susan's Friday and Saturday night shifts as a hostess and bartender at a local restaurant and Tara's similar hours at the cinema meant that Mondays were the nights they went out and did something together, having reservations at 5 at Susan's work followed by a movie at 7 as both of their coworkers wanted to see how cute they looked today. School didn't start until 9, so as long as they were both home and in bed by midnight they figured they could get up at six with minimal fuss. According to their schedules the three teachers were Mr. and Mrs. Harris, and Miss Smith. A husband and wife and the wife's twin sister. Today was a big 'meet' and greet, sure they had almost all known each other for over a decade but it was all part of the experience. Their rousing round of Name, favorite color, favorite animal ran a bit long when Jessie, who was planning on being a zookeeper, couldn't decide on her favorite animal, and kept giving facts about all her choices. She hadn't known she was a little girl the first time around, had been incredibly excited about her new name, and was making up for lost time with enthusiasm. The two of them speaking in German had slowed things down as well as the others questioned them on it, but when they explained three others expressed interest in joining in. Next it was a game of flag tag that had to be called for time when only the former captains of the girls soccer team and boys tennis team had remained, dancing around each other for almost five minutes after getting everyone else out. This came as a surprise to no one as they had been doing that since tenth grade. Back inside for lunch, a few PB&J's she shared with Susan, followed by storytime. It was in storytime that things got rather interesting rather quickly. Tara was rather fond of skirts, and one of the ways she had been trying to introduce more sexiness into their relationship was occasional panty flashes when she felt she could get away with it. In fact the panties she had put on this morning had been specifically chosen to flash Susan, panties she had unthinkingly replaced with pullups, pullups she had forgotten she was wearing as she had become used to the feeling after wearing them nightly for most of a year. So when she smirked at Susan, who was sitting sideways next to her so they could share the translated book, and spread her legs, the other girl's growing grin morphed quickly to a look of shock. Oh, right, shit. Susan shifted closer to her, pretending to get a better look at the spelling of a word and hissed "are you wearing a pullup?!" Tara's hands were sweaty and and shaking, her cheeks heating up in a blush, but she took stock of the facts. Susan looked shocked, but she wasn't yelling, she didn't look angry or afraid, looks she had thankfully rarely seen from the shorter girl, and almost never aimed at her, in fact she almost looked curious. Thinking over the schedule she hit on a way for them to talk privately, "cuddle with me at naptime? I can explain then." She whispered. "Already planning on it." Was the last thing said during Story time. Laying down on mats next to each other Susan quickly scooched them together, had they been paying attention they would have noticed three other couples following their example, as it was Susan lay her head on Tara's breasts and whispered "are you comfortable telling me?" She was giving her an out, and Tara loved her even more for it, but if they just dozed off their was a non-zero chance she would actually end up using the garment unknowingly, she was starting to feel the urge after the juice boxes with lunch, and that would be even harder to explain. "No, you should know. You know how I have been avoiding having sleepovers?" "Yah, I missed them. Alot. I love waking up like this, but I figured you were worried that it would make us both feel like we should have sex, and you didn't want to rush into that. To clarify I do want sex, but I don't want to rush you if you don't yet, though do prepare for some seduction." "No, I totally want sex too, but last year got so stressful and, well, remember how I wet the bed until we were twelve?" Susan caught on immediately, "Oh babe, I'm so sorry. I want you to know though, I am just as fine with you needing, is the right word protection now? Anyway, I am just as accepting of your sleepover needs as I was then. I want girlfriend cuddles and I don't care if you wake up wet from them, though I would prefer to get you wet in other ways." Tara's brain had frozen halfway through, "I'm your girlfriend?" "Babe, we've been dating for months, finally. Most of our class thinks we're the longest term couple of our grade. How did you not know?" "It's just, we haven't really said it." "Yah, we have lived in the same town for nineteen years, not very many new people to introduce you to like 'and this is my girlfriend, Tara' and sitcoms have just ruined 'hey girlfriend' for me." "Hey girlfriend." "OK, it's actually super fucking cute when you say it and I'm sorry I didn't make it clearer earlier ya doof. Now kiss me and let's actually get some relaxation time in. You're wearing protection for naptime in case you do doze off and forgot in your haste to flash me, which you do regularly, despite not realizing we were dating. I get it." Tara happily complied before saying "I actually still just call them pullups, even though that's not the brand, and no, that's not why I'm wearing them, though now you mention it I really should have thought of that." Susan's head had perked back up, "I, umm, I saw them in my closet this morning while getting dressed, and I remembered that I did wear pullups to kindergarten. Little me had a bit of a play or potty priority problem." "Little you was fucking awesome and I will hear nothing bad about her. And I can totally see it, I seem to remember you would sometimes wet yourself when you got too into what we were doing until we were, like, nine." "The last time I purposely wet myself to keep doing something with you we were thirteen." "Thirteen?! How did I not notice!" "I pulled my skirt back and was wearing black leggings. We were sitting on the ground so I just let go in the grass." "You have a very vivid memory of this occasion." "Remember when I had you practice all the couples scenes for the grade seven play at the playground with me over and over?" "The play I didn't even get to be in because I got the flu that week?" "Remember the kiss at the end?" "The kiss I didn't get because I was sick with the damn flu?" Tara suppressed a snort in her girlfriends hair. "You got a lot during that practice session, I wet myself so we could have more. And your backup was terrible at your lines, and a boy yuck, and only got a small peck on the side of the mouth. Besides, mom reminded me we got married the year before. She already considers you her daughter in law." "Yah, but that play ended before the 'you may now kiss the bride' and the others were the last ones I got until this past year." Susan was quiet for a bit, "If it makes you feel better, you might remember I wore diapers until after new years during kindergarten, then switched to pullups until April. Well, after the first day, I was in panties for that." "I vaguely remember that, but if you were in panties before kindergarten why did you switch back to diapers?" Susan blushed, "I was having so much fun with you. I had to go before pickup but you wanted to play outside for a bit, and then we waited for our moms tuckered out under that big tree and I just stopped holding it. Your mom came first so you didn't see it, but the back of my overalls were wrecked." "Can't blame you, don't think I made it to the potty once that first week. Your mom got mad?" "Pretty mad, yah. I very rarely had accidents and I flat admitted I did it to keep playing with you. Kayla was still in diapers, so she put me in one as punishment. Probably expected me to beg her to take it off next time I had to use the bathroom, but I figured if mommy was putting me in diapers she wanted me to use them, so I did until she told me she wouldn't be buying any more because Kayla was progressing in her potty training, and I would have to get back to it too once they were all gone." "That's hilarious. I can totally see your mom getting so flustered when you didn't realize it was a punishment, but unwilling to go back on it until it had gone on too long." "Yah, your Mami would wake me up a little early from nap time for a change and that would usually last me until I got home unless I pooped later, but I really didn't try to be secretive about it at all." "You pooped your diaper too?" "I just told you I used them until she told me I couldn't. And are you saying you didn't poop your pullup on occasion? You just said you didn't make it to the potty once that first week." "OK, Yah, but no more than twice a month after that. Maybe we should get you some diapers so you can be more authentic." Tara admitted before tickling her girlfriends sides lightly. Susan squirmed a little before returning fire and saying, "you want authentic, I dare you to wet yours." With all the tickling, giggling, and whispering they were doing a teacher would have probably stepped in long before in actual kindergarten, in fact Tara remembered her Mami doing so a few times when they did that back then, but they weren't actual children. Mr and Mrs Harris had all but admitted they were going off to have sex in the teachers lounge, and Miss Smith had said she needed a smoke and some quote 'real ass food', so as long as they were discreet the various couples in the room could get up to what they wanted. Tara considered the proposal for a minute, before whispering, "you really want authentic?" Susan hmm'd an affirmative into her chest. Why did going through with this sound so hot. "Ok, I'm going to wet myself, once I do neither of us are going to make it to the toilet for a week. We will stop by that medical supply store on Maple on our way out today and get you diapers, and I am going to need a lot more pullups, probably grab some diapers for nighttime as well, because that's what I wore back then. I'm pretty sure my work uniform can hide a pullup, and I'm sitting ninety percent of the time anyway, and yours is a dress and apron so your diaper should be pretty well hidden. Does that sound ok?" Susan gave some thought to it for a minute, "I don't know why, but this is the hottest fucking thing I have ever imagined. I don't think there is any way I can hide that I am wearing diapers from my family for a week though, especially if I am using them. That and I will have to pee at least once before we leave." "Stay with me for the week. We can say we are celebrating making our relationship official, your mom doesn't want your little sisters walking in on us when we get too handsy making out, she for sure won't want that to happen when we have sex, and I sorta want to make like bunnies this week now that I know we can. My mom already found out I wore today for authenticity, we can tell her we are doing that together if she finds you out, and she has already told me if I ever need some privacy with you to put a sock on my doorknob. I have a diaper genie in my closet for my pullups, it should hold both of our diapers just fine. As for having to pee," Tara smirked, "I believe I was just talking about the virtues of black leggings. We can go color outside under the old tree, you did want to be authentic. Susan let out an aroused little squeal, "OK, apparently this is something I am really into. You're sure you want to do this? Because if we do, I'm probably going to want to do it again some time." "Yah, seems like I'm into it too so this is definitely not going to be a one time thing. Ok," Tara sighed slightly and Susan wondered why until she continued, "OK, I'm peeing." Now that she knew, Susan could hear the slight hissing for about a minute. "I'm pretty sure it held it all, don't know how fast I pee when I'm asleep so I was worried for a second. Can you feel my ass quick?" "I will feel your ass any time you want." "To check for leaks, not just to grope me." "I can multitask. Oh wow that is so warm. And squishy. Eeee, fuck that may be my new favorite feeling. Ok, not feeling any wetness under you or on your thighs, think you're safe." The two young women spent the rest of naptime getting their breathing back under control, as it was almost at the level it had been during their last makeout when they had ended with one tank top sans bra, and two bikini bottoms between them. After being 'woken up' by a decidedly disheveled Mrs. Harris Tara took the opportunity to change her pullup in the bathroom, before they went out to color beneath the old oak tree by the parking lot. After about fifteen minutes of peacefully coloring and chatting Susan crossed her legs, made sure her skirt was flared out behind her, and moved her coloring book to her knee, before continuing where they left off quizzing each other on verbs, but deciding to be cheeky with it. "Peeing" "What you're doing right now." "Yah, but what's it in German? "Ich pinkle." "No, that's if you're peeing." Tara leaned in closer and whispered "Ich. Pinkle." She kissed Susan's neck, "Und Du pinkelst." Her chin, "Wir pinkeln." Nipped at her earlobe, drawing out a low moan from the shorter girl. "I'm going to need you to stop, or immediately finger me against this tree." Tara leaned back and smirked at her, "Stop peeing? But I'm not done yet." "Fuck me." "I think that's Fick mich, but I'm not sure. Most of our research materials are for…" Thoroughly through with her girlfriends shenanigans Susan roughly pulled her onto her own lap and into a searing kiss, pressing the girls sodden pullup against her own soaked crotch hard enough she leaked a little, though they were a bit busy to notice. They made out for another five minutes before pulling themselves away breathless and red faced and stared into each others eyes, both wide with arousal. After getting their breathing under control a bit, mixed with a few more pecks, Tara reached down to Susan's crotch and rubbed it quickly, drawing out a whimper, "uh oh. Looks like someone had an accident in her pants. Maybe we should get you some diapers, you clearly aren't potty trained." "Am so," Susan shot back, "it's just so fun playing with you I didn't want to go in to the potty. I did it on purpose, so it wasn't an accident, so I'm still totally potty trained." She couldn't stop herself from breaking into giggles at the end and pulling Tara in for another kiss. "Besides," she returned the crotch grab, "you piddled your pullup, so you're one to talk about potty training." "I'm just mature enough to know I will have trouble stopping playing for the stupid potty and came prepared." Tara laughed as well, "Gods this week is going to be fun." "Yah it will, babe." Susan nudged Tara off her lap and swatted her ass. "Come on potty pants, let's go do goodbyes and get me appropriately attired, I'll need to swing by my place to change into a longer skirt too, the shorter one was just so you could stare at my ass anyway. Did you bring a second change?" "No, and you chose this outfit specifically to get laid tonight, didn't you." "Oh hell yes, I was prepared to get increasingly sexy over the entire week until you could no longer resist jumping me. I did warn you to prepare for seduction." Tara sputtered, "What! You know how shy and oblivious I am, what if I just forced myself to look and not touch?" "Honestly if you made it until Friday night I would have accepted you weren't ready for sex yet, masturbated furiously to my many, many sexy pictures of you, and told you we could wait as long as you needed, but you would need to accept that, after particularly hot makeout sessions like last week, I would need to get myself off afterwards. And honestly, apparently I don't know how oblivious you are because when I planned this I thought you knew we had been dating for months. So, to be perfectly clear on what we know today, you are my romantic girlfriend who I very much want to have sex with as soon as, and as much as, possible, I find you pissing yourself in panties, a pullup, or a diaper to be unbelievably hot, honestly thinking on it I would be straight out disappointed if you pulled your pants down or panties to the side to pee if you were desperate, don't know how it's different, feel free to use the toilet whenever you want I just don't want to be watching, I really enjoy pissing my own pants, etcetera as well, especially with you watching, and from what I can tell from imagining it I should feel the same way as all of the above about pooping ourselves. Am I perfectly clear?" Tara nodded, and Susan pulled her into another kiss, "Good, now we will swing by your place so you can change, then mine so I can do the same, then on to Maple Street Medical, it"s about two now, so we should be fine to get there by three, even if we are shopping for an hour we will be able to make our reservations. Now, real quick before we go inside," Susan did a slow little twirl, "can you tell I pissed my pants at all?" Tara looked very carefully and, after confirming there were no visible clues and someone would need to physically feel her pants to tell they were wet, they made their goodbyes and headed out to Susan's car, an old, but well taken care of station wagon. "Do you think you will need to pee again before we get to your place?" Susan asked, grabbing a towel left over from their beach trip a few weeks ago for herself to sit on from the cargo area and holding up a second. "Probably not, but give it to me just in case." Tara agreed, catching the tossed item and laying it under her. —- "Mom, I'm home!" Tara called out, slidding her shoes off and shutting the door behind them. "Hey kiddo, how was your first day of school? Oh, hi Susan, same to you." Her mother said, as she walked in from the kitchen. "It was super fun, we played games and colored and napped aaaand, Susan is officially my girlfriend can she stay the week to celebrate please?" Tara's mom chuckled, "of course she can, though if she's staying the week you may want to let her know…" "Oh, I already told her about my bedwetting. During naptime." "Naptime, should have thought of that. If you wet then you should probably wear every day you go to class, at least you'll get the more accurate experience." "I did wet, but," Tara took a deep breath and steeled herself for disapproval, "it was for the other reason I used to." "It was my fault, I dared her to." Susan interjected. "And I went along with it because it would be just like old times. I wanted to." Tara overruled, before looking back at her mom. "I want the whole kindergarten experience. I tried it, and had so much fun, and please don't be mad." "Oh kiddo, I'm not mad, just surprised. I honestly shouldn't be, the whole point is to recreate the kindergarten experience, no reason you shouldn't take that as far as you can." She pulled her daughter into a hug, "If it makes you happy, I don't mind. You wearing pullups to school is a good idea anyway even just for naptime, speaking of," she patted her butt, "you're soaked, we should have thought to pack you a change." "I did," Tara responded, blushing, "I just wet again when I didn't want to stop coloring with Susan." Tara's mom snorted, "right, whole experience, should have thought of that. Well, you need to make sure to pack enough changes in that case. If I remember correctly I always sent you with three, one for naptime, one for any 'accidents', and a spare just in case. You're going to want to stock up." "We're going to Maple Street Medical after I grab my bag for the week," Susan chimed in, a blush rising on her cheeks as she decided to come clean as well, "I'm joining her on the whole experience thing this week, but I need something a bit bigger than what they have in the supermarket." "I'm glad you two can share this," Tara's mom said before smirking, "I'm not changing either of your diapers though, did enough of that the first time around. You can change each other." "Wait," Tara turned to her girlfriend, "Mom changed your diapers too?" "Yah, silly. We started having sleepovers on Halloween, I was still in diapers for another couple months." Susan leaned her head on Tara's shoulder, "I'm looking forward to the Klein hat trick tonight, think it'll be my favorite of the three." She kissed her girlfriends cheek, then swatted her butt. "Go get changed, we gotta get rolling." A quick stop at Susan's later to pack her bags and tell her family she would be staying the week, and they were soon standing outside Maple Street Medical Supplies. "Last chance to back out." Tara said. "No way in hell. Remember, the story is they are for my granny." Was Susan's reply. They browsed the store for a while before coming to the incontinence isle. Grabbing a pack of the shelf, Susan looked at it a second. "Kinda wish I could still fit in baby diapers, these don't look bad but I sort of want something a bit cuter." Tara came up beside her holding a pack of her own, "Yah, but I guess adults who need these wouldn't really want something cute, they're looking for something more discreet and practical." "You're right, ok fourteen to a pack, I remember I went through three or four a day, so two pack should get me through the week. One should see you through nighttime with some to spare, so I can borrow from you in an emergency. You find your pullups?" "They don't seem to sell regular bedwetting pullups here, just plain medical ones that look so much worse. We'll have to swing by the supermarket for them." "OK, let's ring these out so I can get into a diaper. I'll change in the cargo area if you keep watch." With that the girls turned and headed to the registers, until Susan stopped dead, "Shit." She hissed. "Wait to do that in your diaper." Tara joked. "No, it's Mrs. Harris. She works here. Fuck, she probably saw the pullup taking out the garbage and now two of her students are buying diapers? No way she will buy the granny line." "OK, we blame naptime and my bedwetting." "I'm not throwing you under the bus!" "It would have been true!" "Hi ladies. Can I help you with anything?" Mrs. Harris asked as she approached them. "Hi Mrs. Harris," they both said before descending into a jumbled "we're looking for things for my granny.""I've been having some problems while I sleep and naptime…" "Oook, yah, you two need help." The girls worried expressions deepened, "shit, no, not like that." She looked around before hiking her apron to the side a bit and lifting up her shirt showing a crinkly white waistband just rising above her pants. "I'm on your side." She looked over at the registers and shouted, "Hey Mark, I'm going to help some customers for a bit." Oh joy, there was Mr. Harris too. She led them off into the store, "now, first lesson, you don't need to tell the workers squat about why you are buying something. Never volunteer that information, it is none of our business. Lesson two, if you feel you need an alibi at least agree on one." "We did agree on one." Susan mumbled. Tara grabbed her hand placatingly, "I'm sorry, we panicked when we saw you. You probably took out the garbage with my pullup in it and now two of your students are buying diapers? I figured you wouldn't buy the granny line. I really have been having that problem while sleeping." "Kid, no one ever buys the granny line, but it's not our job to care. For the pullup, there were two diapers each from me and Mark, and I'm pretty sure Clara needed a change at some point too, but she was wearing a Hypertough so maybe not. I wasn't on the lookout for used diapers in a trash I already knew contained them." "If you don't care, then why not let us just cash out and pretend we don't know each other?" Susan asked. "Said it isn't my job to care, not that I don't, and you two gave off panicked shoplifter vibes when you saw me, we don't need one of the other staff confronting you over that misunderstanding. You two are obviously still pretty new to this and could use some pointers. First pointer, those are not the diapers you're looking for. Firstly they are a super shit brand that will leak faster than a pullup, we only stock them because some of the customers expect them because they are a big brand name. Secondly," with this she pushed aside a curtain with a giant blue rubber duck of all things on it, "welcome to The Nursery." The girls looked on in wonder at what was concealed behind that simple curtain. Shelves of diaper packs that would not have looked out of place in the kids isle, sized up kids cloths, bottles, pacifiers, even a huge crib in one corner. The whole room smelled like baby powder, and they wondered how it didn't penitrate to the rest of the store. "Ok, what's your usual ageplay age outside the classroom?" At their blank looks she tried again, "OK, Little newer than that I guess, how long have the two of you been into ABDL?" Still nothing until Tara raised her hand. "Umm, what's ABDL?" "Wow, total newbies, don't get them often, usually they do at least some internet research before coming in. ABDL stands for Adult Baby, Diaper Lover. It's a kink where you like to pretend you're a different age and or wear diapers. It's why we came up with the second kindergarten idea in the first place, the seven of us in the first year were all a secret ABDL hangout group. If you don't mind me asking, how did you come to be buying yourselves diapers without already finding out about it?" A ten minute explaination later and Mrs. Harris was up to speed on their plans, but Susan had one final thing to add. "Umm, and I sort of am really starting to need to pee, and we agreed to no making it to the toilet, so…" "Oh, yah, no problem." Mrs. Harris said casually, "The floor in here is tile if you just want to go in your pants, or you can grab one of the diaper samples you like and put it on, I can help you if you're not quite sure how." Shocked that the older woman would so nonchalantly suggest wetting her pants Susan almost did, but she had been holding this specifically to go into her first diaper in years, so she looked around the room quickly before settling on a diaper with teddy bears on the waistline and sheepishly asking for help putting it on. About a minute after they had gone into the backroom Tara was browsing the shelves when a shout came from the curtain as it was thrown open, "Hey Mrs. Harris! Our order come… oh, hi Tara." Turning in horror Tara saw the two former sports captains arm in arm in front of the curtain as it fluttered closed again. "Hey, Stacy, Kyle, umm, good to see you?" Tara squeaked. "No need to be shy," Stacy laughed, twirling her earrings, before sliding her loose athletic shorts off revealing a thick diaper with castles and unicorns on the waistband. "We're ABDLs too. Hey, is Mrs. Harris around?" "Yah, she's just in the back helping…" "Holy shit babe, you can hardly tell I peed at all," Susan said without looking as she walked into the room, skirt and leggings in her hand and poking at the diaper around her waist. "Another customer." Tara finished lamely, so much for protecting her girlfriends secret at least. "Oh yah, Tinklebelles are decently tanky with hardly any swelling. Best discreet ABDL brand out there right now. I'm in a Princess one, and Kyle likes the Teddies like you." Stacy piped in immediately causing Susan to look up in shock. "Umm, hi guys." "Stacy, don't scare off the newbies, they just found out about it today." Mrs. Harris said as she followed Susan out, "Here for your pickup I presume?" "Yup, Kyle can you get those out to the car? I'm going to have some girl chat with our new initiates over here. Don't worry, I'm not going to scare them off Mrs. Harris, just some advice from a peer. Or pee-er as the case may be." She giggled at her own joke. "Ok, tip one," she looked down at Susan's feet for some reason, "If you are going to use the old black leggings trick, make sure you wear black socks too." The young couple looked down and to their horror found the top of Susan's white socks had indeed yellowed a bit. "Easy mistake to make, it's why I only buy black socks, helpful for that and the rare times my diaper leaks. Speaking of leaking," she turned to Tara who felt a blush creeping up her face as she felt the smallest trickle of warmth running down her leg and nodded. "What are you in?" Tara shyly showed her her pullup, "Wow, brave. I leak every time I try those." "My mom got them for me when I started wetting the bed again last year. They work fine for that, and I wet two earlier without problem." "No babe, your second one leaked a bit, I felt it on your towel when I put them in the wash at home." Susan chimed in. "That's probably because you crushed our crotches together while I was still peeing!" "Kinky, but that's the thing with those, they are designed for bedwetting. When you are laying down your pee can flow towards the back or front and soak in more, helps that most bedwetters leak slowly from what I've heard, which reduces the risk of overloading the absorption rate. Not that I'd know, I've been wearing regularly for about five years now after getting super sick early freshman year and having a hard time making it to the bathroom, and I still can't wet in my sleep" "But, I wore pullups to kindergarten. If we are going for authentic I should only be in diapers at night!" Tara cried out, saddened by this news, but Stacy had a solution. "Ooh, authenticity play? That is rad. My usual ageplay age is around two, but I might just have to join you in that, I was in pullups too. As for your potty pantsing problem I have a product p-p-p dangit, suggestion." "Proposal." Kyle piped in from the register. "Thanks honey. For your potty pantsing problem I have a product PROPOSAL. Tinklebelles just released a line of ABDL pullups, almost as tanky as their diapers from what I've read online." She looked over her shoulder, "Hey, honey? Add a few bags of Tinklebelles Pixie Pants please. Did you wear any padding to kindie?" "Am I part of this conversation or am I checking us out, dear?" "Both, we need to know if we should get you some too." "No. I was fully potty trained by kindergarten." "Aww, dang." "I'm sorry I wasn't a late bloomer like you three." "I wasn't a late bloomer, I would just rather keep playing than use the potty." Tara raised her hand sheepishly at that and Stacy turned back to her, "question?" "No, I was just the exact same way." "Oh, rad. Potty rebel sisters!" Stacy raised her hand for a high five, which Tara confusedly returned. "What about you, Sue?" "This one corrupted me when we met the first day. She probably forgot other kids would have to go use the potty and kept us playing the entire time. Just before pickup we were sitting out at the tree and I just let go. I was stupid enough to tell my mom it wasn't an accident and she tried to punish me by putting me in my little sisters diapers. It wasn't a punishment to me, and I wore them until we ran out when she started potty training." Stacy's mouth was open in shock, before she threw her arms up and excitedly exclaimed "Radder! Geeze that is a huge fantasy in the ABDL community. So, you two are recreating how you met? That is so romantic. So is kindergartener your usual ageplay age?" "Umm, we're not entirely sure what that even is yet, but if I'm translating it right, probably? Kindergarten was a huge time for us, it's when we met and how I got my Mami, sorry, my stepmom to clarify, Mami is Spanish for mom." Tara said hesitantly "Spanish? Wait, your dad married Miss Vasquez?" "My dad is a deadbeat who left us for another woman when I was two. Then left her for a younger woman, etc about five times last I heard. He is in prison for failing to pay child support. My mom married Miss Vasquez. They were high school sweethearts, who drifted apart for a few years. I wound up in her class, yada yada yada, it was pretty much a kid reunites parents movie." "Wow, that is amazing! How is…" Kyle had stepped over and clamped a hand around her mouth, using the other to point at the pins on her hairbands questioning, having noticed the slight wetness on her cheeks. "Yah, sophomore year, when I got over my grief enough to think straight I knew I had to do second kindergarten, she was a big supporter of the idea. The year it started was the last year she was teaching before she got sick, and she said she missed the old space, but was glad it was being put to good use." Susan pulled her into a hug, "Mi Vida, I'm leaking." "Don't care babe, you needed this. Besides, it's kinda hot." Tara snorted into the shorter girl's hair. "OK, happy thoughts, you two are recreating your kindergarten experience because it's when you started dating among other reasons." Tara laughed, which was probably part of the point, "we did not start dating in kindergarten." "You didn't know what you were doing was dating in kindergarten you mean." "We didn't start dating until last year, this goof still wasn't sure we officially were until today." Sue chimed in. The other three in the room looked at them with blank, shocked looks. "You're joking, right?" Stacy asked. "No." They chorused hesitantly. "You realize the entire grade was sure that wedding in sixth grade was real?" "I went to that show to see how the younger theater kids were coming up and I thought it looked authentic. Plus, I know enough Spanish to recognize you just called her 'My Life,' pet names like that are not first day things." Mrs. Harris piped up from the back. "That's what that means? You have been calling her that for literally as long as I can remember. You have been calling Susan what I'm guessing pretty much means 'the love of my life' since grade school, and you expect us to believe you just realized you're dating today?" Stacy exclaimed. The girls chuckled nervously, "Mami slipped up and called Mom it a few times while they were still being secret about it because I was in her class. Mom panicked when I asked her what it meant and said 'Best Friend', that made Mami panic when I called Susan it the next day, but she couldn't exactly correct me without revealing their relationship." "You did not go until today not knowing what it really meant though." Tara was bright red by this point, "I knew what the words meant by seven, and the meaning by thirteen, but I had been calling her it for so long by that point. And it's not like I was lying, it was true, I was just way too stupid and worried it might mess up our friendship. Other kids were getting together and breaking up in a matter of days around then, and it terrified me to think we might do the same." "Never would have happened, babe, but I get it. We have each other now, and that's what matters." Susan said softly, before kissing her cheek. "You know, Tom, the guy who played the priest, is going into priest school right now, he could probably make it retroactively official in a few years." Kyle added. "He's going to have to get in contact with my Abuela then. She wants us to have our Mayan ceremony the same day. It's stupid, we should have been dating for years, but at least we are now. What are you doing?" This last was just to Stacy who had squatted slightly and had a look of mild concentration. "Pooping." Was her casual response, and now that they knew what to look for her diaper was tenting out a bit in the back, she was peeing as well obviously as the front was getting slightly darker and saggier. "Well, you've clearly been in love for years. Why not decide you've been dating all along? That's what we did, finally talked about our feelings for each other last Christmas, looked back at the last few years and how we had been acting, and decided we had been dating since the end of Sophomore year." "We can do that?!" Susan asked, eyes lighting up like it was Christmas, before turning to Tara. "Babe, I promised myself I would never tell you, but you need to know how much this would mean to me. You know how everyone thinks we've been dating for years?" Tara nodded, a bit confused, "I thought we were too, until you asked if we could give dating a try in November. I thought, somewhere along the way, we just naturally went from best friends to dating. I want you to really think about this, think if it is something you want too, but I have felt like we have been dating for years, I've been in love with you for years, and now I know we can have been, and my vote is a big yes." "Ok," Tara caved to her look, blushing, "we can do that. But when should we say we started? And if you say kindergarten Stacy Warner I will hurt you." "Well, Kyle and I went through a checklist of sorts. We could go down that, see when you average on relationship milestones." Tara groaned, already seeing where this was leading, "OK, first big dating type thing is, unsurprisingly, dates. When did you first do something for just the two of you, maybe with a chaperone. They looked at each other, Susan smirked, while Tara looked resigned. "Kindergarten." They chorused, before Tara elaborated, "we would sometimes start sleepovers by heading to see the newest kids movie together at the theater with whatever parent was the host that night." "Yah, should have seen that coming. Ok, we know when Tara first gave you a pet name, but Susan, first pet name and when?" Susan actually blushed this time. "First day of kindergarten, when my mom asked if I had an accident, I said I did it to keep playing with a princess, even my mom was calling her my princess by first grade." "HOW THE F- nevermind, forget that, ok. Hopefully this was later, first kiss." "Ha, Seventh grade!" Tara said triumphantly. "Yah, babe, and we were so pent up you wet yourself just so we could keep doing it." "No! Not only so we could keep doing it! Also so we could keep rehearsing the lines and keep hanging out… ok, mostly to keep doing it." "That's actually really romantic. Ok, just thought of this one, didn't really apply to us, when did you each realize you liked girls?" The two looked at each other, "I don't think it was ever off the table honestly. We grew up around my mothers, so we always knew girls could like girls. I didn't realize I exclusively like girls until sex ed started around fifth." Tara responded, while Susan also piped up that she was Bi, but pretty much all the rest was the same. "Wait," Tara said, "I know we're in the middle of something, but I always forget you're Bi. Should I get a strap on, would you like that?" Susan's eyes glazed over and she did her best bobble head impression. "Do not rush off to go buy a strap on! Dang horny fuckers. Leads well into, when did you first have sex though? Also, if you can wait 'till tomorrow I have some recommendations. " Tara blushed, "We haven't. I was afraid to tell her my bedwetting was back, and I tend to nod off a bit when we cuddle." "Explains why you're so horny a bit. When you met each other's family is obvious, held hands and cuddled, guessing probably around the same, ok last question, when did you each figure out you liked the other romantically?" "Sixth grade, the play." Tara responded, "I saw her in that wedding dress costume walking towards me and thought 'I want that to be real some day.' Spent the whole ride home telling my moms how beautiful you are." "It, it took you that long to figure out?" Susan questioned, sounding a little distressed. "Oh, Mi Vida," she kissed her softly, "It was all still there much earlier, but all that just felt like a natural extension of our friendship at the time. You know how oblivious I am. When did you figure it out?" "Well, my mom wanted to head off sex ed, so she gave me the start of The Talk in fourth. How I'd notice some changes, yada yada yada, but also that I may start having some new feelings for some people, but none of them were new. They were all things I already felt around you. Wanting to be around you all the time, hold hands, cuddle, even kiss you, thinking you're beautiful, blushing when you catch my eye…" Tara cut her off by pulling her into a passionate kiss. "Oh my god, so romantic!" Stacy squealed. "Shouldn't you go change?" Tara huffed in mock annoyance. "Meh, I'll change in a bit. I don't mind being poopy and Tinklebelles have great odor protection." She responded, "and the verdict is in," she made trumpeting noises, "You guys started dating… whenever the heck you feel like saying you did, you're all over the place honestly. A lot of the more basic romantic groundwork was very early days, but most of the physical and acknowledgment stuff was more recent, which, duh. If I had to suggest a point that wouldn't get me slapped, I would say either shortly before or during that play in sixth grade as it is a good reference point." The young couple looked at each other before turning back and nodding. "Congrats on seven years then, now let's make sure you guys have all your supplies." "Supplies? We don't just need diapers?" "Oh wow, you want a rash on your second day? That would totally ruin things for you. You at least need baby powder or diaper cream. I prefer both, and there are some great scents here. I would suggest cornstarch over talcum, but that's personal preference. Did you plan on pooping too? Some people aren't into it." At their nods she continued, "then you'll definitely want wipes. You can't go wrong with a changing mat either, much more comfortable than just laying on the floor. Small garbage bags for disposal in places without their own trash, or even just an open trash, no need to just leave your diap laying there. Your backpacks are decent enough diaper bags for school, but you will want something for after and weekends if you plan on being full time for a bit. I prefer a three chamber model, one for diapers and changing supplies, one for the occasional carry out used diaper, you really want those in separate sections, and one for all the usual miscellaneous stuff you might find yourself needing sort of like a purse, and a change of pants just in case, you never know when you'll leak. This might seem like a lot, but for ABDL friendly events it is awesome. Speaking of purses, make sure the one you use can hold a change and a small thing of powder or cream, you don't want to be caught without one when you suddenly need it. How long are you planning on going for?" When they responded that they planned to try for a week she pouted, "aww, that's no fun. Can I try and convince you to go at least two? My little guy is turning two, so next Sunday we are having a big party with all our baby friends, but only babies are invited!" At their clear confusion Kyle clarified, "I'm turning twenty on Thursday. My usual ageplay age is three or four, but it is some kind of tradition to refer to ABDL's as being their decade as their age when their birthday comes around, so I am turning two. On Thursday we are having my regular adult birthday party, but Sunday we are having an ABDL party with the other ABDL's going to kindergarten with us, and a few from out of town, at our new apartment. You two are invited, but it's diapered butts only." The girls looked at each other and Susan grimaced. "It sounds super fun, but I don't think I could swing staying at your place for two weeks. Mom might think we're U-Hauling it at that point. If I go home wearing diapers I will have to come out to them about it. You can keep wearing Babe, but I don't know if I'm ready for that. I can change into one for the party at your place though. Are we the only ones in class that weren't secretly ABDL already?" "Yah, that'll work. Coming out to your parents is hard, I was delirious on meds when I told my dad how good diapers felt and how much I wanted to stay in them, and was so embarrassed when he told me what I said when I was more lucid. Luckily he was super understanding and I got to wear a few times a month, before going full time at home once I got my first job and could afford them myself. Kyle still hasn't told his, it wasn't until we got our own place from a guy my dad knows last week that he started wearing with any regularity. And no, there aren't that many of us in class, you two make eight, not counting the teachers. According to Mrs. Harris, besides their year which was a hundred percent, usually about a third of the class ends up a part of the ABDL community by the end. Wanting to go back to kindergarten is a little, well, little anyway, so we are more common. So, a weeks worth of diapers, and when you decide you know where to get more. I would suggest grabbing different brands each bag to see what you like, unfortunately Pixie Pants are the only really viable ABDL pullup so far, so Tara you are out on that, but I would say grab something Sue doesn't for your night diaper so you guys can swap and compare. Night diapers should also be a bulkier one, you want to wear it until you get into your morning shower, so it should be able to take a few hits depending on your morning routine and how soon before bed you put it on. Lastly, your ducks." Again the two newbies were completely lost, "ducks are our symbol locally. ABDL's have a few symbols, but a lot can mean other things or just be an aesthetic like a safety pin. Locally a while back someone came up with the idea of marking people and places that were ABDL or ABDL friendly with red or blue rubber ducks. On a person a red duck means they are a supporter and a blue duck means they are an ABDL." On examination the girls realized the other three in the room did indeed have blue ducks on them. Stacy had a blue duck on the ends of both her earrings, Kyle had one on a pin on his ballcap, and Mrs. Harris had one pinned to her apron, with a white duck next to it. "On places or events the rule is 'if it's red, keep it in your head' this is usually more public and family friendly places, it means they usually have a few accommodations for ABDL's like adult rated changing tables or adult diapers for sale, and you usually won't be looked at too weird for having a stuffy or something on you. You can usually be less subtle about pottying your pants, but don't be full on obvious or say you are. 'If it's blue, you be you' that blue duck on the curtain indicates that this is a safe place to toss my pants off and hang around in a diaper, tell you that I'm pooping it, and generally just be as little as I want." "The third Thursday of every month at the Cinema is marked with a blue duck on the calendar, I always wondered what it meant," Tara chimed in. "Oh yah, it's tons of fun, we watch kids movies all night and drink giant sodas so we can pee our pants. You should totally come this month." "Tara laughed, "you're just trying to keep me in diapers indefinitely aren't you?" "Heck yah, they are way better than panties. Anywho, you two should get a duck or two to mark you out for others in the know." Tara eventually settled on earrings like Stacy had, while Susan got one that clipped to the side of her glasses, grabbing a few red ones for their parents as well, and then Susan asked, "What about Mrs. Harris's white duck?" "That marks her as a universal changer. If you don't want to or don't know how to change yourself look for the white duck and they will change you, no fuss. A white duck on a baby changing station means it is rated for adult weights as well, which is super helpful. You may have noticed it today in the bathroom at school." Mrs. Harris gave an impressed whistle as they walked up to the register, "Dang kid, you really upsold them, I haven't heard a spiel like that in ages. You wouldn't happen to be looking for a job, would you?" Stacy laughed a bit bitterly, "I wish, The Smoothie Station just laid off all of us who are going back to, quote, 'non-essential classes' meaning me, Jessie, and a bunch of college kids got suddenly fired last week." "Looks like I need a new place to get smoothies, and wish granted, come on back here and learn the register. I will add these two to your commissions once we get you into the system. We have been looking for some folks to just man The Nursery for a couple weeks now, it gets more popular with each year that passes. It is miles past the regular incontinence section, and by sales volume it is past everything but the pharmacy, and wraps and braces." "Wait, you're serious? Shouldn't you talk to your manager or an owner or something?" Mrs. Harris almost collapsed laughing, "Kid, my family owns this shop, I've been an owner since I graduated. Now come on back and learn the system." "I seriously get to work in a Blue Duck room all the time!?" Stacey squealed in happiness and hugged her new boss. Mrs. Harris laughed, "yes, but it won't be all fun and games. This is a fun place to work, but it will still be work. Do you think you'll be comfortable being a white duck as well? It's not required, but it will raise your pay a bit and is a helpful service for people to be able to get here." The girl bounced back to the ducks section and decisively grabbed a white one. "Anyone need a change? Besides me of course." Mrs. Harris laughed, "Let's get these two checked out, then you can change me." A few minutes late the girls purses were a bit lighter and everything was packed in two discreet brown boxes. Tara had already changed into one of her new pullups while Susan was paying, and was marveling at the feeling of ever so slightly more padding. Susan had been told her diaper could take at least two more wettings, three if she didn't mind sagging below her still rather short skirt a bit, though they suggested leaving her leggings off if she wanted that as they may squeeze the diaper and make it leak sooner, they were rather tight. Kyle had smirked and said he could go five or six times before it leaked, and Stacy had swatted him, stating that boys were cheaters because they could adjust where the stream hit, but added that girls could get similar results if they strategically lay on their back and front, and as they got more used to wearing they would be able to let go in smaller amounts, going from the 'ok I have to pee' floods to 'I guess I could pee a bit' trickles that would absorb easier and have less chance of overwhelming the leg guards. Mrs. Harris and Stacy had used their needed changes to show the girls how to change a diaper properly as they had said they were interested in being the ones to change each other, instead of changing themselves, and now Stacy was in a professional looking apron with her new white duck proudly displayed, though she had still chosen to forgo pants over her fresh padding. She had decided to stay and begin her training, as the other couple hadn't really had any plans for the evening. Now sitting in Susan's car the girls took a minute to process everything they had learned and done in what they had thought would be a quick trip to the shop. "You know," Susan said, looking at the clock, "When I said we would be fine, even if we were shopping for an hour, I was joking." Tara laughed, "your work is only ten minutes away though, and we still have forty. Want to park in the back of the supermarket's lot and make out for twenty?" Susan agreed that sounded like an incredible plan, glad for the wide back seat she usually had little use for. With no makeup to fix the girls were easily able to cover the more obvious signs of their amorous activities, though the lack did make it much harder to hide their flushed cheeks. Monsieur Crevette was a French restaurant though, which meant it approved of amorous activities. They were led to a candlelit table for two off in a corner by the owner's daughter, a young woman a few years older than them who had taken Susan under her wing, who smirked at their obvious blushes and tightly clasped hands. "You kids look adorable. Going for the full kindergarten look I see." The girls shyly nodded, informing her it had been where they had first met and they had decided to revel in that. "Awww, wish I could have gone. It started a few years after I graduated though. Those guys had a good idea." With Susan having worked there for three years now they were quick to decide their meals, Susan ordering a hearty duck stew she had taken a liking to many years ago when she first started, with sparkling grape juice as she still had to drive tonight, while Tara went with the roast duck in a cranberry sauce and the suggested white wine pairing. Ducks seemed to be a theme for the night, and it was a common meat in many delicious French dishes. As they sat and chatted, the rest of the staff and a few regulars came up to coo over their outfits and story. About three quarters of the way through the meal Tara began to squirm slightly, and by the time they were walking to Susan's car with the near half a cake that had been foisted on them she obviously had to pee, and Susan wondered why she hadn't while they had been seated, she had, shortly after finishing her first glass of juice. The other girls low moan as she let go as soon as they were seated in the car was hot as hell though. "I didn't know it would be that hard to pee surrounded by people. I was able to do it easily at naptime." She complained. "I didn't have trouble with it, but it's a more familiar place to me." She tickled her girlfriend's sides, "though with how often you've pissed yourself in the past I'm surprised you had any trouble at all." "You'd think. I don't know, maybe I was just a bit worried subconsciously after leaking twice in my normal ones?" She poked the damp garment under her skirt, "this one doesn't even feel all that wet though." "Let me feel," Susan snaked her hand up her girlfriend's skirt, delighting in the low moan that drew from the other girl. "Yup, think we should both make it through the movie just fine." "Or we could skip the movie? I haven't had you in my bed in almost a year. It misses you, and there is a brand new activity we can do on it." Susan burst out laughing, "That is the corniest thing I have ever heard. As much as I love the idea, we made reservations and I don't want to make your coworkers mad at me, especially if we are going to go see what next Thursday is all about. Besides, the buildup is half the fun." "The buildup has been building up for most of our lives." Tara pouted, "If it builds up much more it'll be in danger of falling on something. That made more sense in my head, I mean we may not make it back to the house, and I have broken up enough amorous couples in the back row to know I would get teased mercilessly if someone caught us." "Two hours, babe." Susan kissed her quickly, "can you hold on for me for two more hours?" Tara groaned before nodding reluctantly. Peterson's Picture Palace is only a short drive from Monsieur Crevette's, so they got there with a little time to spare. They were immediately pulled into the back by Tara's coworkers, who gushed over how cute they looked, and the owner quietly told them their new accessories really suited them, while flashing the blue duck on his watch band and putting their cake in the staff fridge. The girls had initially planned on seeing a romantic comedy, but after some light teasing that perhaps the newest animated kids movie would be more their style, they decided to go with that. There are only three other families this late, but they manage to keep their hands to themselves, mostly, and walk out having had more fun than expected. The anticipation is heavy in the air as they pull into Tara's driveway, Susan putting their cake into the fridge, while Tara brings their diapers and supplies up to her room.

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Hi folks! Thanks so much for clicking into this tale. A little bit about me: I'm Lyra, one of the Starlings associated with the Sophie & Pudding community. You might have seen me (or heard me be mentioned) on The Usual Bet. Maybe you've read my previous work, Luna, which is about a new AI on the market designed to fulfill her users' every need. I'm thrilled to finally be releasing my second novel. Comments are, of course, extremely welcome. It's always a thrill for me to be able to give something back to a community that has given me so much already. Synopsis: Mugwort is a Junior Tempter with his first Patient. Luckily for him, his kindly uncle Scumtack has all sorts of advice on the ways demons can use the seven sins to ensnare a human soul! Will Mugwort be able to start his career on the right foot? ~~~~~~~ Preface I can’t tell you how I got these letters. No, I didn’t mean “won’t”. I know what I said. Or wrote. Whatever. The point is, I can’t. As in: “I cannot”. As in: it is literally impossible. Obviously, everything here sounds like total bullshit. I don’t blame you. I don’t think I’d believe me either, especially not with such a flimsy excuse as to why I can’t show you any proof. But what the hell (the irony!), you miss a hundred percent of the shots you don’t take, Wayne Gretzky, Michael Scott, so here you go. I thought about saving the originals, but I don’t want to encourage anyone else to go down the same idiotic path that I have. The last thing Earth needs is a bunch of humans with demons as penpals, as if global warming and late-stage capitalism weren’t enough existential crises for us to deal with. If you’re like me (though I hope you’re not), you might have questions when you’re done. Do I expect you all to believe these are real letters? Like, actual goddamned ink on actual goddamned parchment, like it’s Lord of the Rings or something? Why didn’t I go find the people in these letters and try to save them? Am I really sure I’m not crazy? I mean, Occam’s razor, right? All good questions. And yet all completely beside the point. Don’t quibble over crumbs when there’s cake at stake. Especially when it comes to Hell—don’t dig too deep, or else Hell will dig its claws right back into you. I know some of you are going to ignore my advice and go looking anyway. I can’t stop you. But I hope, even if you ignore everything else, you at least take this last word of warning to heart: demons are liars. Remember that, no matter what they might tell you. Lyra Starling ~~~~~~~ Letter I My dear Mugwort, How overjoyed I was to find that you’ve followed my footsteps and joined the Foreign Office! To make Tempter at your young age—I’ve always known that you’d go far; you’ve such a great set of horns on that head of yours. I must warn you: don’t expect any nepotism—you’ll have to work your way down the ranks just as I did. Though, of course, asking your uncle for advice is always a good idea, and hardly something anyone can take umbrage to. You tell me you’re feeling anxiety over your first Patient. Good! Keep it in mind, and never fall into complacency. Although I’ve guided dozens of Patients into the imperturbable arms of Our Father Below, I still treat each new case as if it were my first. The most important decision you’ll have to make is your angle of approach. Each mortal has their own idiosyncrasies, and to lump them all together as one would be sheer folly. Though humans are made of nothing more than dust and mud, even ones crafted by the same mother and father might differ wildly in temperament and outlook. Although one can attempt to teach this in school, only fieldwork can show you how to delicately tip the weight of the scales away from The Enemy and towards Our Father Below. It is imperative that you close the trap delicately, so that they find themselves ensnared without even realizing that there was a struggle for their soul in the first place, at least until it is too late to do anything about it. Based on the background you’ve given me about the Patient—her being marked as gifted in elementary school, failing to live up to those aspirations in college, and now in her young adulthood with a sense of malaise, of feeling like she was meant for greater things—I suspect the avenue of Greed will prove itself fruitful. You should be able to play upon that injured sense of pride, that low-grade simmering resentment against the world, and through that offer shortcuts that lead her closer and closer to Our Father Below. Naturally, I have an illustrative example. Do not try and emulate my actions precisely with your Patient; rather, try to keep in mind that sense of careful prodding and digging to find the lever you need to move the world, as Archimedes so famously put it. Your affectionate uncle, Scumtack ~~~~~~~ Greed: Ava Stone Ava didn’t know it at the time, but the day she met Charlotte Kingsley would turn out to be the most pivotal day in her entire life. Her judgment, like that of Paris of Troy, would be the nexus point that spawned a boundless stream of bad decisions. The two women lived on the same floor in a college dorm, Ava crammed into a tiny triple, Charlotte in a luxurious single. On the first week of school, the hall decided to throw a “get to know each other” party, with everyone agreeing to prop open their dorm room doors and mingle. Ava found herself desperately trying to get out of a boring conversation about cryptocurrency with a man who smelled exactly as bad as his choice of topic when she suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see a set of unfamiliar green eyes paired with a twinkling smile. “Excuse me,” the stranger said, “I need my friend for something.” Ava felt soft hands grab her by the elbow. Each sky-blue fingernail was immaculately manicured, gently glowing under the hallway light. Without waiting for a response, the stranger led Ava away as she mutely followed. When the two of them had stepped out of earshot, Ava turned back over her shoulder. The man had apparently quickly found another victim to talk at. “You looked like you needed help,” said the stranger. Her words had the lightest drawl, which Ava had never heard anywhere other than on television and found that she quite enjoyed hearing in person. “Thanks, I did,” said Ava, who inexplicably felt nervous. She preemptively wiped her palms against her shirt. “The name’s Charlotte,” said the woman. Ava could see how the symmetry of Charlotte’s face was broken only by a small mole near the dimple where she smiled. She opened her mouth to respond to find that it had gone dry. “A—Ava,” she croaked. Her tongue felt as if it loomed too largely in her mouth, moving about ungainly and causing her to fumble at her words. “Well, A—Ava,” said Charlotte, holding up a brown shopping bag, which gently clinked as she moved it, “how’d you like to join me in my room?” Her room? They’d just met! Charlotte caught the flash of surprise on Ava’s face and winked. “Don’t worry,” she added, “I have a no finance bros policy.” “Well, if that’s the case…” laughed Ava nervously as she let Charlotte lead her down the hall. Charlotte still hadn’t let go of her arm. Part of Ava wished that she never would. Ava heard the laughter of conversation spill out from Charlotte’s room as it mingled with the sound of speakers playing music in the hall. It was a lightly discordant mess, with no attempt to coordinate the music across all the rooms. As Ava got her first look inside Charlotte’s dorm, she felt as if she’d stepped into a closet and ended up in Narnia. Despite the fact that the room only had a single occupant, it was somehow still larger than Ava’s triple. A gaggle of eerily well-groomed teenagers who looked like their parents had vacation homes in the Hamptons mingled amongst themselves. Ava self-consciously picked at a fray that had developed in her jeans. She was the only person in the room whose clothing didn’t intentionally have holes in them. Luckily it turned out that, in real life, greasers and Socs didn’t have to hate each other on sight. Charlotte introduced Ava to her coterie and pulled out the illicit bottles of wine she’d smuggled in. Afterwards, Charlotte fluttered off to different groups and let Ava quietly mingle, just happy to be peripherally involved in Charlotte’s orbit as she heard people use “summer” as a verb for the first time in her life. Pivotal days, of course, have pivotal moments, and Ava’s was coming up. Charlotte had somehow ended up standing on her wooden chair, an orator equal to Cicero with an audience that was just as enraptured. “Fuck capitalism,” she said, the red disposable cup of Two-Buck Chuck in her hand threatening to spill over as she punctuated each beat with a wild gesticulation. “I’m like goddamn Robin Hood. Steal from the rich. Give to the poor.” The crowd shouted a chorus of affirmations. Ava could see Rolexes—or what she thought maybe were Rolexes, she certainly had never seen one before—gleam in the lights as people lifted their arms and whooped and hollered. She joined in anyway, feeling like a sheep in wolf’s clothing. “That’s why I only lift from chain stores,” Charlotte continued. More meat for the ravenous crowd. “No mom-and-pop shops. It’s about the message.” She wobbled as she stepped off the chair and rejoined the mortals on their plane. “I didn’t know you shoplifted,” said Ava to Charlotte after she’d refilled her cup. “You don’t seem like the type.” Charlotte’s emerald eyes gleamed with amusement. “You an expert or something?” she asked playfully. Ava quickly shook her head no. “No? Have you at least stolen anything?” Charlotte followed. “Never,” said Ava. Charlotte’s expression fell a little—or maybe Ava just imagined it did. But either way, she quickly followed up with the line that would forever divide her life in twain: “Maybe you could show me sometime?” “Of course!” Charlotte beamed brightly, her teeth flashing like the sun’s rays cresting over a hill. Ava felt a glow in her chest, like her heart was lit with a farm flame, one that spread through her body and imbued her with a strange energy. She knew she’d do anything to see that smile again. ~~~ Ironically, it was precisely her initial success which ultimately doomed her. One crisp September afternoon, Ava and Charlotte piled into Charlotte’s shiny leased Lexus and drove to a nearby mall for a crash course in shoplifting. Ava chatted up a bored clerk at a stationary supply store while Charlotte stole some pencils as a warm-up, then they reversed their roles so Ava could steal a pair of gloves from a clothing outlet. Getting some alone time with Charlotte was already a pulse-pounding prospect, and the thrill of illicit activity made each moment sing with clarity. There was no way she was going to call it off after such a meager haul, not when there was more time she could spend impressing Charlotte. Ava’s beginner’s luck, however, could only hold out so long. Ava was spotted slipping some lipstick into her purse by a customer with a vigilante streak. Amid the clamor, Ava, who was in her heart a foolish romantic, distracted the employees long enough so that Charlotte could escape. This choice felt brave and daring, the kind of thing that high school Ava never would have done, but that new improved college Ava might do all the time. Eventually, when the adrenaline faded away, reality crashed the party. There was no way she’d be able to pay the fine, let alone the restitution on top. Ava was left with the grim hope that maybe at least she’d scored some points with Charlotte. With her mind on autopilot, Ava made her out out of the mall’s security office out into the world. The sky was irritatingly bright and blue, completely unaware of the swirling tempest of emotion roiling in Ava’s head. She stumbled her way to a nearby park in a daze and sat down on a park bench. Fuck me, Ava thought. She closed her eyes and puffed her cheeks out, sighing in frustration before turning her attention to how she’d dig herself out of this predicament. She could tell her parents, which was an option in the same way that someone could choose to walk on their hands for the rest of their life. You could technically do it, but why? Ava’s mind swirled, her thoughts looping back in on themselves like ouroboroses. Don’t tell Mom and Dad. But I can't afford the fines. Or a lawyer. Who can I borrow money from? I don’t have credit. Tell Mom and Dad. There goes their vacation fund. I’ll know I did this to them. Forever. Mom’ll love trotting this out whenever I see her. The two sides waged war in her mind, arguments arrayed like soldiers in phalanxes, though whatever victory would be inevitably Pyrrhic in nature. Maybe telling her parents wouldn’t be so bad. It really wasn’t realistic to try to run and hide. It would suck, and she wouldn’t get out unscathed, but together, they could figure something out. Maybe she wouldn’t even get suspended from school if she wrapped this up fast enough. Her mind set, she opened her eyes and saw to her surprise a stranger standing way too close to her. Although Ava didn’t really know anything about suits, his looked expensive. She could see her own reflection on the sunglasses he was wearing, saw herself startle at the sudden invasion of personal space. “Hello,” he said, and his voice sounded like the gentle caress of velvet had wrapped itself around those two syllables. “Mind if I sit here?” Ava blinked. She didn’t know what she’d been expecting, but it wasn’t this. “Uh…sure? I mean, I was leaving…” She made to stand up, but the stranger continued. “Oh no, Miss Stone, I meant with you. I’d like to chat.” She froze up, ice crystallizing in her veins. “How do you know my name?” she asked. Her fingers tightened against the lip of the wooden bench. “I have my ways,” said the man unhelpfully. “Rest assured, I do not mean you any harm. On the contrary, I’m hoping to help you out.” There was an awkward pause as that statement hung in the air. The man quietly loomed over Ava as her mind furiously raced through possibilities. This guy was clearly not normal. But it couldn’t hurt just to talk, right? They were out in public, with eyewitnesses. It was almost certainly going to be harmless. At least she could find out what he wanted with her. “…okay,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “I’m listening.” “I know you’re in some trouble,” he said. “And I’d like to help.” “Trouble?” Ava asked warily. “What do you mean by that?” The shoplifting thing had just happened, so the only way he’d know about it is if he had been there. She and Charlotte had been on the lookout for bystanders though, and she definitely would have remembered if this guy had been skulking around the Sephora. “I know you have a fine that you have no hope of paying on your own,” started the stranger. Okay, so maybe he was a security officer or mall staff? “And I know you’re thinking about crawling to your parents on your hands and knees,” he concluded. A jolt of fear leapt through Ava’s body. “How the fuck do you know all that?” she asked as adrenaline coursed through her. “I have my ways,” he said, and lowered his sunglasses to look at Ava directly. His irises were the orange of a crackling fire, and his pupils were black vertical slits, slashes of empty void amid a blazing heat. Ava had the odd feeling that if she looked into those eyes long enough, she’d fall through the cracks of the universe. “What the fuck,” said Ava, which was an understatement. “I do apologize for startling you,” said the demon as he put his sunglasses back. He sounded as if he meant it too. “Who are you?” asked Ava. The stranger smiled. “Just someone who can offer you a trade.” There was absolutely no way to tell behind the mirror sheen of his sunglasses, but Ava was confident he’d winked at the end of that sentence. “…okay?” The situation was so odd that it almost became normal. Ava couldn’t properly process what was happening, so she decided she may as well proceed as if this was a perfectly mundane thing to happen. “I’m offering a mutually beneficial exchange,” he said. “I’ll give you two thousand dollars, enough to cover your fine. In cash, too.” A hand slithered inside a coat pocket and pulled out a thin stack of crisp hundred dollar bills. Ava scoffed. “For what? You want my soul or something?” For some reason, the demon found this uproariously funny. He pulled out a blood red handkerchief from a pant pocket and dabbed at the corners of his eyes. “Your soul? That immaterial manifestation of your heart? For something as paltry as money? Come now, Miss Stone, that would hardly be a fair deal.” Ava weakly chuckled at her own naïveté. “Then what do you want?” she asked, relieved. “I’d like for you to sleep with a pacifier every night this week,” said the demon, stuffing his handkerchief back into his pocket. “…what?” Ava said, after a pause. She must have misheard. The request was so incongruous. “A pacifier,” he said. “I’d like you to sleep with one for a week.” The hand that wasn’t holding the money dug into a jacket pocket and pulled out a pink pacifier. It sat there in the palm of his hand, absuredly large. It would have dwarfed an actual baby’s mouth. “Why would you want that?” asked Ava, dumbfounded. “I’m afraid for you, the what is more important than the why,” said the stranger. “The only question you should be asking is whether you believe the boon is worth the price.” Ava eyed the bills hungrily. The solution to her problems was so close she could reach out and snatch it. Her heart hammered at her chest, but she tore her eyes away from the money and looked at the stranger’s face, which was sitting in a composed state of neutrality. She absentmindedly bounced a rhythm on her thigh with the palm of her hand, deep in thought. This demon, or whatever he was, was clearly insane. But was what he was asking for bad? Sleeping with a pacifier was strange to be sure, but what was there to lose? It didn’t hurt anyone else. Plus, if it meant her current predicament could be wrapped up without needing to involve anyone else…In a way, it would be foolish not to accept. Ava thought about how Charlotte might be impressed at how casually Ava would shrug off her fine, and that was the last thing she needed to tip her over the edge. “Deal,” said Ava. “Do I need to sign a contract or something?” “I have no worries about you holding up your end of the bargain,” said the man with a smile. “A simple handshake shall suffice.” As Ava clasped his hand, the demon’s grip exuded a charismatic charm, drawing Ava in with a magnetic force of will. When all was said and done, the demon simply handed Ava the stack of bills and the pacifier. “Pleasure doing business with you, Miss Stone,” he said, smiling genially. “If you should require my services in the future, you have but to come back here.” Ava expected him to disappear in a flash of lightning or something, but he simply mundanely turned and walked away, leaving her to quickly stuff the contraband into her purse. Ava quickly made her way to a nearby ATM so she could cash the money. She half-expected that the deposit would be rejected, that it had all been an elaborate practical joke, but the machine cooly accepted her bills and credited her account balance. Just like that, she was two thousand dollars richer. As Ava walked back to her room with the crisp night air biting into her exposed skin, she thought about what she’d agreed to. He’d asked her to sleep with a pacifier for a week. There was no way she was going to sleep with one in her mouth—if one of her roommates saw that, it would be the end of her nascent social life. But maybe if she just had it next to her in bed, safely tucked away, then she could technically fulfill the promise with no risk of social suicide. That could work. Ava let herself grin. Her dorm room, luckily, was empty when she got back. Ava shrugged her purse off of her shoulders, dropping it onto the desk with a thud. She quickly palmed the pacifier inside and climbed up to her top bunk, the ladder quietly creaking. Ava flopped facedown onto her blue sheets without even crawling inside, exhausted from the day. She stashed the pacifier under her pillow and closed her eyes, fully expecting not to open them until morning. Ava found though, that despite the tiredness in her bones, that she kept tossing and turning. She was normally a quick sleeper—she honestly didn’t mind sharing a room with two people, they almost never kept her up—but right now rest was eluding her. Her thoughts weren’t even racing. It was as if her brain was just a idling engine, quietly humming with activity, but one that she couldn’t figure out how to shut off. She rubbed her eyes and rolled over, putting a pillow over her head to block out the dim light of the phone chargers in the room. There was no way she had to actually sleep with the pacifier in her mouth, was there? The thought was ludicrous. But as Ava yawned, feeling as if her energy had left her body along with her breath, it didn’t seem that out of the question. She felt like butter scraped over too much bread. It was worth a shot. She had class in the morning. Feeling silly, she rooted for the pacifier, grabbing it and sticking the bulb in her mouth. She nibbled a bit on the silicone, feeling how it gave as she bit and sprung back as her jaw relaxed. There’s no way that this will work, she thought, right before she drifted off. ~~~ Ava made it almost a month before reaching out to her mysterious benefactor. She’d managed to mostly put the incident behind her and count herself lucky, letting her deal with a demon fade into the background as the the grind of regular life consumed her attention. There were tests to study for and a girl to spend time with. It was too bad that Charlotte’s birthday was in November. “Hey so like, for my birthday I was thinking of doing a lil’ weekend in Vail?” Charlotte twirled a tress of hair with her index finger absentmindedly. “My parents said that their cabin was free so we can ski all weekend.” The two of them were in the café that Ava worked at part time, pretending to study over steaming mugs of coffee. Ava didn’t know what a Vail was, but she did know that skiing sounded expensive. It was like lacrosse or polo, sports that nobody in Ava’s life had ever done until she’d met Charlotte. “I don’t know how to ski,” she laughed nervously. “I’ll teach you!” The light in Charlotte’s green eyes danced with excitement. Ava pursed her lips in thought. She could miss a weekend shift. And it might be fun to try something new. “Well then, I’m in,” said Ava, grinning. “Awesome!” Charlotte squealed with joy, which Ava normally found grating on other women but which on Charlotte only reminded Ava of her zest for life. “I’ll book everyone’s tickets so we can sit together on the plane. Venmo me back whenever.” The record that was Ava’s life scratched. Charlotte hadn’t said anything about needing to fly there. But it was too late to back out now. “Great,” Ava smiled weakly. Ava absolutely did not have a spare couple hundred dollars at hand. She thought about picking up extra shifts, or maybe even a second job, but her schoolwork was already beginning to suffer. Suddenly, the deal she’d made at the park bench came to mind. Could she really go seek him out? Until now, she could truthfully say that she hadn’t gone out looking for demons. They’d come to her. If she did this, she’d be culpable. But that first request had been so innocent. Maybe they’d all be like that. And worst case, she could always turn him down. Indeed, it would be foolish not to at least see if he could help. As Charlotte approached the park bench, she could see that someone was already sitting on it. As she got closer, his details resolved into the familiar silhouette of her benefactor. “Hello, Miss Stone,” he said, nodding his head. “Please, take a seat.” This time, she sat. “I need some money,” she said, skipping right to the point. “Straight to business,” chided the demon. He dug in his pocket, pulling out a cigar and a lighter. With a few flicks, he got the fire started and puffed. “Can you help me or not?” pressed Ava. The demon blew out a cloud of wispy smoke. The smell reminded her of ancient tomes and spiced cider. “I can,” sighed the stranger. “You are seeking funds for a weekend trip?” Ava nodded impatiently. “I can offer you enough to go, and some spending money to boot.” “And the catch?” Ava stared daggers into the demon’s face, hoping to catch a glimpse of ulterior motive, but his unnerving sunglasses made him impossible to read. “Another small favor,” he said. He took deep drag and exhaled. “Juice instead of soda with your meals for two weeks.” It was twice the length, but much easier to hide. This time the calculus was easy. “Deal,” said Ava, and shook his hand for the second time. ~~~ The third time that Ava met the demon, the whole endeavor had gained the comfortability of routine, like well-worn slippers waiting at the end of a workday. The same well-worn bench in the same well-manicured park. Much like the trees, steadfastly evergreen, the demon’s appearance was constant. Ava exhaled as she sat down, her breath condensing into a mist of fog. The demon, who had already lit his cigar, blew out his own smoke from his lungs, and the two vapors swirled and mingled with each other before evaporating out of sight. “A pleasure to see you again, Miss Stone,” said the stranger amiably. Ava watched as three excited dogs on leashes walked a hapless woman. “I hope you’ve been well,” said Ava. Strangely enough, she almost meant it. Even with his weird stipulations, he had been helping her out. It was natural human instinct to want to reciprocate in kind. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “My my, such manners this time. What a good girl you must have been.” Ava rankled at the remark but let it go for now. Get what she wanted first, then she could worry about incidentals. “Could you get me enough money to get a new laptop?” she asked. “What’s wrong with your current one?” asked the demon. Ava blinked. He hadn’t asked for her reasoning the last two deals. “Well…” Ava thought about how isolated she felt when group projects came up and she was the only one without a MacBook. How her computer always whirred whenever it did anything remotely intensive like it was a helicopter trying to take off. How nice it would be to just have something that worked in her life for once. How nice it would be for Charlotte to ooh and aah at Ava’s new toy. “I just want an upgrade,” Ava finished, eliding her entire thought process. The demon unhurriedly scratched at his chin in thought. It was like watching a gargoyle come to life, his motions were so slow and considerate. “One month of sleeping with a pacifier,” he finally said. “One month?” Ava repeated, flabbergasted. “The first time it was only a week!” “The first time,” the demon evenly said, “you were in a crisis.” Ava frowned. “Wouldn’t that normally be when you charge the most? What’s your deal here?” The demon gently shook his head and sighed. “I am not a loan shark, Miss Stone,” he said firmly. “Perhaps in your world, people prey on the weak so that the strong may get stronger. But I do not operate like that. You need this laptop less, and therefore my price is greater.” Ava considered her options. A month was a long time, long enough that she would genuinely run into the risk of one of her roommates finding out. And he was right, she didn’t need this laptop in the same way she’d needed to pay her fine. But in its own twisted kind of way, the demon’s logic made sense. Ava knew that being poor was more expensive than being rich. Charlotte’s fancy laptop cost a fortune, but she never had to scramble for money when a part failed, or deal with the unavoidable slowness tax that plagued Ava every time she used it. Charlotte, for all her virtues, never quite understood this part of Ava. She couldn’t understand why Ava didn’t just buy the thing that worked the first time. She thought Ava was shooting herself in the foot by being cheap by choice, when really it was by necessity. The fact that this demon understood what Ava’s classmates didn’t was sobering. He was being fair, more fair than humans themselves would have been. “Deal,” she said, and she shook his hand for the third time. ~~~ By the time the end of the semester was in sight, dealing with the demon had become almost like another chore, like picking up her part of the room or working out, as had the baby things. She’d cut swear words from her vocabulary for two weeks. She’d worn a diaper for the first time in fifteen years, just to bed. She’d even wet it too, on another occasion. And now, her latest deal: wearing a diaper for twenty-four hours in exchange for extra spending money for a winter vacation trip with Charlotte and her crew. It was going to be a piece of cake. It was dead week. She didn’t have classes to go to. Her only job was going to be studying for finals. And so, one morning, Ava shuffled off to a private bathroom and taped herself into a diaper, each step taken with the steady hand of experience. Lay a towel on the floor, with the unfolded diaper on top. Shimmy off her pants and panties. Sit down, feeling how the soft fluff contrasted with the ragged fuzziness of the towel. Pull the front up between her legs. Slide a finger around the leg bands to ensure a snug fit. Peel the tapes off carefully, the loudest and most dangerous part. Press each one in firmly. Ava stood and looked in the mirror as she adjusted the tapes, feeling the thickness of the padding rubbing against her inner thighs. When she was done, she finished changing into her outfit for the day. She’d learned that her normal slim-fitting pants were a bad idea. Even when she tried wearing sweatpants, the diaper puffed up around her waist in a way that panties very much didn’t. She’d eventually found something that worked. For today, it was a simple white blouse with a black bow tied around the collar and a high-waisted gray skirt. Comfortable and discreet, perfect for studying. She put her towel back on the rack, sat at her desk, and opened her notebooks. Ava’s studies were interrupted mid-morning by a building urge in her bladder. This wasn’t the first time she’d had to wet herself though, though she couldn’t do it sitting down. After checking to make sure she was alone, she stood up and relaxed, feeling the warmth spread out from between her legs, quiet tinkling sounds covered by a sigh of relief. When she was done, she reached under her skirt and patted around the leg bands. The wet diaper squished into her skin as she felt her thighs for any signs of wetness. She hadn’t taped herself properly the first time she’d wet herself, and she’d had to do an emergency load of laundry in the middle of the night. This time though, her thighs were blessedly dry. Suddenly, Ava heard a knock on the door, followed by the creak of it opening. She quickly removed her hands and smoothed her skirt down, her heart skipping a beat with surprise. Charlotte poked her head in the room, her gently curled tawny tresses gently bouncing. “Hey!” she said. “I know this is real sponty of me, but I thought maybe we could have a picnic? Just the two of us?” She raised her arm up, showing Ava a wicker picnic basket. “I’ve got a whole charcuterie set and everything.” Her eyes shimmered like a mossy glen kissed by the morning light. Ava froze. Why did Charlotte have to stop by today of all days? Her first instinct was to demur. But why? Hadn’t she been doing everything for Charlotte? And a picnic—that was romantic. Turning her down would send the wrong message. It would jeopardize everything she’d worked for all semester. “Sure, I’d love to,” said Ava, anticipation and anxiety swirling together into a confusing cocktail of emotion. As the two of them walked, Ava couldn’t stop thinking about the diaper between her legs. Each crinkle seemed to crackle in the air like gunshots. There was no way Charlotte didn’t know, but somehow she was oblivious. Ava ran through a mental catalogue of increasingly flimsy excuses. Jolly Ranchers in her pockets. A plastic bag that had blown around them. Charlotte was just imagining things. Against all odds, Charlotte had somehow chosen the same exact park that Ava met her benefactor at. A pit of dread nestled itself into Ava’s stomach. Thankfully, as Charlotte led Ava to a sunny spot on a grass knoll, Ava could see that the park bench down the pedestrian path was blissfully empty. Charlotte unfurled a checkered blanket with a flourish, laying it on the lush grass before setting her basket on top and kicking her sandals off. Ava followed suit, plopping down with a soft squish. Charlotte pulled out the picnic spread. As they enjoyed their lunch, a light breeze swirled around the two of them like a mischievous pixie. “I know I’ve said this before,” Charlotte said between bites of bread, “but thanks for having my back when we got caught.” “Of course,” said Ava. “That was months ago though. Why’re you bringing this up now?” “Just practicing gratitude,” said Charlotte, winking beguilingly. Ava laughed and reached for the blueberry jam. The tips of her fingers brushed against Charlotte’s, sending crackles of electricity up Ava’s arm. She jerked her arm back, then looked at Charlotte, embarrassed. “I don’t bite,” Charlotte said with a smirk. “Unless you want me to.” She took her hand and slowly cupped Ava’s chin. “Uh…” Ava could feel her breathing quicken. The world fell away, leaving the two of them perched on a knife’s edge between worlds of possibility. “I think,” Charlotte breathed, “that you do want me to.” She closed her eyes and leaned in, giving Ava a kiss. Ava could taste the traces of jam on Charlotte’s lips, a perfect complement to Ava’s own. “I do,” said Ava, and received another kiss in response, Charlotte’s hair gently tickling Ava’s cheek. Ava could smell faint traces of Charlotte’s strawberry shampoo and feel the soft tickle of Charlotte’s breath on her skin. With a surge of movement, Charlotte wrapped an arm around Ava’s back and leaned forward, until they ended up with Ava’s back on the blanket and Charlotte on top. Charlotte shifted a leg, straddling Ava with her knees on the blanket, and gently kissed Ava on the neck. Ava let out a small whimper of pleasure as Charlotte moved her kisses further and further down Ava’s neck. Charlotte moved one hand under Ava’s skirt, brushing against her inner thighs. Ava suddenly froze, her heart skipping a beat as her she acutely remembered the infantile garment she was wearing under her skirt. “We’re in public,” Ava said, reaching for Charlotte’s arm to pull it away. She tried sitting up, but Charlotte just added more pressure to the hand on Ava’s chest. “No one’s looking,” Charlotte purred, gently tapping her hand up Ava's leg before poking the plastic leg band and pausing. “What…?” Charlotte said, almost to herself. That was decidedly not what panties felt like. Ava’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. She tried prying Charlotte’s hand away, but she swatted Ava’s arm away and patted Ava’s crotch. Ava felt the hand on the front of her diaper, the sensation muted by the bulky material wrapped around her hips. The soggy padding pressed into her skin as she was wracked with another wave of humiliation. Charlotte experimentally pressed her fingers into Ava’s diaper a few more times, as if she were checking to see if jello had set. Ava tried to wiggle her way out, but she had no leverage. Charlotte made a puzzled frown before suddenly shifting her weight onto her knees and flipping Ava’s skirt up. “What are you doing?” Ava cried out. She tried to flip her skirt back down, but Charlotte grabbed her wrists and pushed them into the picnic blanket. The cheerful outlines of teddy bears and baby bottles were visible to anyone who turned their head to look, the diaper a white badge of shame forever making Ava a Hester Prynne. Ava turned her head from side to side, feeling like a thousand eyes had manifested and turned their undivided attention towards her, but for the most part people were quietly doing their own thing. Ava saw someone point at her and turn to their partner before giggling. Her paranoia refused to allow for any charitable explanation. “What are you wearing?” Charlotte asked, bewildered. She hadn't been completely sure before she’d made visual contact—the idea that Ava would be wearing a diaper hadn’t even been a remote possibility in her mind. “Please,” Ava said, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She was on a knife’s edge, ready to break down sobbing, which would not have helped her case at all. “I can explain,” she said, hoping that maybe her mind would catch up and lay out a reasonable explanation. “Do you need diapers or something? Oh my God, I had no idea,” said Charlotte, her own cheeks reddening with sympathetic embarrassment. “No! I don’t!” blurted out Ava, scrambling to save face. Charlotte furrowed her brow as her mind shifted tracks. “So this is just for kicks? Like some kind of sex thing?” She shifted her weight off of Ava and sat on the blanket. It was clear that Ava had made a tactical error. “Char,” Ava said, pulling her skirt back over her diaper, “please. Don’t freak out.” “It’s not that,” said Charlotte, sounding conflicted. “It’s just really unexpected.” She bit her lip. “Like, what, was it fun for it to be a secret or something?” “I didn’t want to tell you,” pled Ava. “You should have,” said Charlotte. “You should have gotten my consent. I’m not a prude. I don’t care what you’re into. But you should have told me.” As Charlotte quietly packed the picnic back up and left, Ava could do nothing but sit, arms around her knees as she cried. After a few minutes, when her tears had slowed and her pity party started winding down, a shadow suddenly covered her. She looked up to see the demon, face perfectly neutral, as if the events that had transpired were like static on a television, meaning nothing to him. “I messed up,” Ava mumbled into her arms. “Perhaps,” said the demon sympathetically. “But you might be interested to know that my assistance can extend beyond the purely monetary. That girl doesn’t have to slip out of your reach.” The demon had led Ava into this. He wanted her in diapers for some reason. It was inevitable that eventually someone would find out. Maybe that’s what he’d wanted all along. Ava had no one to blame but herself. If she hadn’t taken his deals, she wouldn’t be in this situation at all. But that was true on multiple levels. Without the money to cover the fine, she might not have even been able to keep going to college. She might have been expelled. He’d never forced her to do anything. Her hand always shook his willingly, with no attached puppet strings. She’d been the architect of her own doom, and now the only thing she could do was pray in the cathedral she’d made. Ava had traded so much already to catch Charlotte’s eye. Why stop now? As long as she kept her wits about her, she could take more than she gave. Just because this deal had backfired didn’t mean that every deal would. She could be more careful. She could do it right. Ava took a deep breath in, then breathed it out with a sigh. “Tell me the terms,” she said, and the demon cracked the barest of smiles.

I know I couldn't do certain things or something due to me having stupid plans or challenges. I have held the stuff back for a few days and was struggling to hold it and I couldn't go to a theme park with my gf and a couple of our friends. I told them that I couldn't go because I was afraid if I had to go that it would smell very badly even with a double bag and I didn't want to do that. I just felt it was the right thing to do. But even though I didn't go and was bummed it was one of my biggest messes yet requiring three diapers (I had to use a small then medium and finally a large) to contain it all and not spill.

I've seen plenty of diaper messing / wetting videos and I remember one where a girl was punished for wetting her panties and was diapered. She used the diaper and it was "super soaked" as the caretaker called it. The diaper looked like the pee was going through the front and the whole diaper was really swollen and yellow. I want to know how to do this if you know please tell me!