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I started writing about a new OC a while ago, finally found this so I am going to repost it here! ------------------------------------------ Thorn Thorn was just your average college freshmen with a secret. She wore diapers. She had to wear diapers after all. She was completely bladder incontinent. She had unfortunately been for as long as she could remember. She had tried so hard to keep the secret from her friends. For the most part of her life, her mother was the only one that knew about her issue. It wasn’t that she had to have her mother change her diapers. But it was easier. This arrangement was favourable up until she left her home to go live on her own. Thorn was currently living in a dorm on her new college campus. She supported herself by working at the local college library. It was good work, but to avoid any suspicions from people she took frequent trips to the bathroom, even though she didn’t know when she went- it was, for most of the time to change her own diapers. The woman in charge of the library, Ms. Smith eventually got suspicious of her running in and out of the bathroom every hour and confronted her about her odd behaviour. Well, it looks like the cat was out of the bag. Thorn begging her not to tell anyone, it was already embarrassing that she had to wear diapers, let alone someone or everyone else knowing. Ms. Smith didn’t react in the way that she thought she would. Instead she was very understanding and compassionate about the whole situation. “As long as it doesn’t effect your work anymore then it shouldn’t concern me”. She said. Thorn was almost revealed about it. But she had to work her schedule around it, still checking her diaper from time to time while she was working. Eventually Ms. Smith told her not to worry about bathroom breaks and just work through them. Thorn was reluctant at first, telling her that she would need a change at the end of her shift. To her surprise- Ms. Smith agreed! Even going so far as to check her diapers for her and change her if she need be! But thorn refused, telling her that she didn’t anyone else to change her diapers or look after her. “Now don’t be silly, I don’t want you to walk around with a smelly wet diaper all day because you forgot to change yourself!”. She explained. Thorn told her that she was being over protective and that she wasn't her mother. So it came as a surprise when she had forgotten her offer. Thorn turned around at the end of her shift to find Ms. Smith there, holding a ruler in one hand. Ms. Smith would lift the front of Thorn’s skirt up with the end of the ruler without a word, causing the young woman to blush. “Hey! C-cut that out!”. She replied. “Ah I thought so, you are wet again young lady!’. The librarian replied. Thorn pulled her skirt back down, her face bright red. “T-thank you… let me go change…”. She said, excusing herself to the bathroom. To Thorn’s surprise, Ms. Smith followed her to the bathroom. She looked at her as she got a spare diaper from her backpack. “I told you, I can do this myself!”. Ms. Smith only smiled. “I know you can dear.”. She replied. Much to her surprise Ms. Smith took her spare diaper and proceed to lay it out on the floor. “But never turn down help where it comes!”. She said. “Besides, I can keep a secret!”. She said, giving a warm smith at Thorn. Thorn gave an inwards sigh as she removed her wet diaper. It was going to be a long year, that was for sure. It was a cool Saturday evening when Thorn got home to her apartment. She immediately ran to her bathroom and took a shower, but not before removing her diaper and preparing a new change of clothes for herself- along with a fresh diaper. She was finally home, and she was going to relax the only way she knew how. Thorn stepped out of the shower after a few minutes- or until she decided she was relatively clean for her standards. She looked over her change of clothes, a simple teeshirt with a pink dress and pink stockings, a pair overalls, fuzzy white slippers and of course the brand new diaper. It was time to relax. One she was changed into her new clothes she sat in front of the television. Her eyes glazed over the flashing cartoons as she immersed herself into the channel she was watching. It was time to just completely shut her brain off as she took a sip of a juice box that was next to her on the coffee table. A small smile fell across her face as she begun to relax. Her thumb going reflexivity up to her mouth as she begun to suck on it. The weekend was the only time that she could actually have time to herself and not worry about anything. This was her routine, it was her only bit of peace of mind in this crazy world, and no one was going to judge her- at least no one was going to know that she secretly enjoyed this lifestyle. But yes, not even the people closest to her knew it. Honestly that was how she liked it, it was her private life. No one needed to know about her private life after all. That was the way it was, and it always has been for as long as she could remember when she first indulged in this type of thing. Thorn got a little bit too relaxed it would seem and she felt her diaper getting warm and tight against her crotch, but she didn’t care- she was too busy watching treehouse, watching the backyard creatures play pretend. A knock on her front door snapped her out of her little-space and she felt her face going red hot. She quickly stood up, and made her way over to her door. Thorn looked through the peephole in her door. “Who is it?”. She asked aloud. “Its Ms. Smith, dear!”. A voice replied back to her. Ms. Smith was standing in front of her door, and she appeared to be holding something in her hand. Thorn felt her heart beat in her chest, she tried to speak, but it was hard to find her voice. “What do you want?”. She said, unintentionally sounding more rude than she meant to come off as. Thorn stared though the peephole, and tried to see what the Librarian was holding in her hands. Ms. Smith gave a clear of her throat, holding up a textbook in front of the peephole, assuming that she was looking through it. Thorn was surprised to see it. “You left your textbook in my office, dear!”. She responded to Thorn. Oh crap, she did leave it at the college’s library. She panicked, not sure what she should do. Should she asked her to just leave it? Should she lie? Say that she was sick? A lot of ideas raced through Thorn’s head. There came another knock at the door as the librarian called out again. “Thorn, are you still there?”. Ms. Smith asked, placing her hand on the handle of the door only to find that was in fact open. “Thorn, I-“. She was just about to say as she opened the front door to her apartment. What she saw stood in front of her was something she didn’t expect to see. It was Thorn. She was dressed in a childish outfit that appeared to be way too young for her. “MS. SMITH! I CAN EXPLAIN!!!”. Thorn cried out, placing her arms over herself to try and hide the outfit that she was wearing out of desperation. They didn’t say anything for a solid thirty seconds, and just stared at each other. A small warm smile laid across the librarians face, simply handing Thorn the textbook as her other hand went up to her mouth. The book was quickly snatched up by the young woman and held against her bosom. “Please don’t tell anyone about this…”. She said to Ms. Smith. The older woman only placed her hands on either side of her hips and shook her head. Her face was bright red, and she couldn’t hold back her true feelings anymore. “Dear, I thought I told you…” She wiped at her eyes, removing her glasses as she did so. Thorn looked at her offended. “Your secrets are safe with me!”. She said, reassuring the girl that she was not making fun of her. Ms. Smith took a step back, and thorn looked up from hugging her textbook. “T-thank you…” She said, turning around and placing the book on her coffee table. She turned back to look at Ms. Smith. “Do you have a fresh diaper?” The woman asked. Thorn gave a tiny yelp as she realized that she had in fact wet herself again with realizing it. The librarian gave a smirk. “Do you want me to help you with that?”. She asked. Thorn blushed, but gave a nod of her head, realizing that she would need help getting out of all these clothes.

I wrote this ages ago, posted it on reddit awhile back and figured I would start my sharing of stories here with this one, enjoy! If you have any requests/ideas for a story, DM me and I'll take a look! I love hearing what people want, it helps inspire me a lot. I'm not working at the moment so I have a lot of time to write fun stuff Chapter 1: An Unexpected Discovery Jake stretched lazily in bed, his muscular arm draping over the warm body next to him. He smiled, inhaling the sweet scent of his girlfriend's shampoo. It had been six months since he and Lily started dating, and he couldn't remember ever being happier. She was everything he'd ever wanted in a partner - smart, funny, drop-dead gorgeous, and adventurous in all the right ways. As he nuzzled closer, his hand brushed against something crinkly beneath the sheets. Frowning, Jake's eyes fluttered open. "Lil?" he murmured, voice still thick with sleep. "What's that noise?" Lily stirred, rolling over to face him with a impish grin. "Morning, handsome," she purred, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Sleep well?" Jake nodded, momentarily distracted by her full lips and the way her silky nightgown clung to her curves. But as he shifted, he heard that telltale crinkle again. "Seriously, what is that?" he asked, lifting the sheets. His jaw dropped as he took in the sight before him. Lily was wearing what appeared to be... a diaper? But not just any diaper - this was a thick, puffy, pastel pink monstrosity adorned with cartoon unicorns and rainbows. It peeked out from beneath her nightgown, impossible to miss. "Lily, what the hell?" Jake sputtered, sitting up abruptly. "Are you wearing a... a..." "A diaper?" Lily finished for him, her grin widening. "Why yes, I am. And let me tell you, it feels absolutely divine." She stretched languidly, causing the diaper to crinkle loudly. Jake's mind reeled. This had to be some kind of joke, right? "But... why? Are you sick or something?" Lily laughed, a musical sound that usually sent shivers down Jake's spine. Now, it just made him more confused. "Oh, my sweet, innocent boy," she cooed, reaching out to stroke his cheek. "I'm not sick. This is just something I enjoy. Haven't you ever heard of ABDL?" Jake's blank expression answered that question for her. Lily sat up, crossing her legs and causing another symphony of crinkles. "ABDL stands for Adult Baby/Diaper Lover," she explained patiently. "It's a kink, darling. Some people find comfort, excitement, or both in wearing and using diapers, acting childish, or being taken care of like a baby." Jake's mouth opened and closed several times, no sound coming out. He felt like he'd stepped into some bizarre alternate reality. "But... you're an adult," he finally managed to say. "Why would you want to pretend to be a baby?" Lily's expression softened. "Oh, sweetie, it's not about actually being a baby. It's about the feeling of safety, the freedom from responsibility, the pure joy of letting go and being cared for. Plus," she added with a wink, "they feel pretty darn good between your legs." Jake's face flushed crimson at her words. He couldn't deny the stirring of arousal he felt, even as his mind struggled to process this new information. "How long have you been into this?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Years," Lily admitted. "I've been waiting for the right time to tell you. I hope you're not too freaked out." Jake ran a hand through his hair, his mind racing. "I... I don't know what to think," he confessed. "This is all so new to me. I mean, I love you, Lily, but this is... a lot to take in." Lily nodded, her expression understanding. "I know, baby. And I love you too. That's why I wanted to share this part of myself with you. But don't worry, I'm not expecting you to jump right in or anything. We can take it slow, explore at your pace." Jake's eyebrows shot up. "My pace? You mean... you want me to try this too?" Lily's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Well, I certainly wouldn't mind seeing you in a cute little diaper, all padded and helpless. But like I said, no pressure. For now, how about you just help your baby girl to the bathroom? I've got a full diaper that needs changing." Before Jake could respond, Lily was already climbing out of bed, her diaper sagging noticeably. She turned to him, batting her eyelashes. "Unless you'd rather change me right here, Daddy?" Jake's brain short-circuited at the word 'Daddy'. He watched, dumbfounded, as Lily sashayed to the bathroom, her diapered bottom swaying enticingly with each step. As the door closed behind her, he flopped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. What had he gotten himself into? Chapter 2: Baby Steps The next few days were a whirlwind for Jake. He couldn't stop thinking about Lily's revelation, his mind constantly drifting to images of her in that ridiculous, adorable diaper. He found himself noticing things he'd never paid attention to before - the baby supplies aisle at the grocery store, the soft rustle of a woman's dress that could be hiding a secret underneath, the innocent babble of actual infants that now carried a whole new context. Lily, for her part, seemed content to let Jake process things at his own pace. She didn't bring up ABDL again, but Jake caught her giving him knowing smiles when he lingered a little too long in front of the diaper display at the store, or when his eyes followed the wobbling walk of a toddler at the park. It was on the fourth night after her confession that Jake finally worked up the courage to broach the subject again. They were cuddled on the couch, watching a movie, when he cleared his throat nervously. "So, um, about the other day..." he began, feeling his face heat up. Lily turned to him, her eyes sparkling with interest. "Yes, sweetie?" Jake swallowed hard. "I've been thinking about... you know. The diaper thing." "ABDL," Lily supplied helpfully, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Right, that," Jake nodded. "And I was wondering... could you maybe tell me more about it? Like, what exactly do you do when you're... um..." "When I'm in little space?" Lily finished for him. At Jake's confused look, she explained, "That's what we call it when we're in our baby mindset. And to answer your question, it can involve all sorts of things. Wearing and using diapers, of course, but also playing with toys, watching cartoons, coloring, drinking from bottles or sippy cups, using pacifiers... basically anything that makes you feel small and cared for." Jake's mind reeled at the possibilities. "And you do all that? By yourself?" Lily shook her head. "Sometimes, yes. But it's much more fun with a caregiver - someone to look after you, change your diapers, feed you, play with you. That's where the 'Daddy' thing comes in," she added with a wink. Jake felt a strange flutter in his stomach at the word 'Daddy'. "And that's... that's what you want me to be?" he asked hesitantly. Lily's expression softened. "Only if you want to, baby. Like I said, there's no pressure. But I think you'd make an amazing Daddy." Jake's heart raced at the thought. Part of him was still weirded out by the whole concept, but another part - a part that was growing louder by the minute - was intrigued. Excited, even. "Could I... maybe see you in a diaper again?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Lily's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Of course, sweetie! I thought you'd never ask." She bounced up from the couch, practically skipping to the bedroom. "Wait right there, Daddy. Your baby girl will be right back!" Jake's breath caught in his throat. There was that word again - Daddy. He was surprised to find that he didn't hate it. In fact, it sent a thrill of excitement through him. A few minutes later, Lily re-emerged from the bedroom, and Jake's jaw dropped. She was wearing a frilly pink dress that barely reached mid-thigh, white ankle socks with lace trim, and patent leather Mary Jane shoes. But what really caught his attention was the obvious bulge beneath her dress, the telltale crinkle as she walked. "Do you like it, Daddy?" Lily asked, her voice higher and more childish than usual. She did a little twirl, causing her dress to flare out and reveal the thick, pastel-colored diaper underneath. Jake couldn't tear his eyes away. The contrast between Lily's womanly curves and the childish outfit was oddly arousing. And that diaper... it looked so soft, so inviting. "You look... amazing," he managed to say, his voice husky. Lily giggled, skipping over to him and plopping herself in his lap. The diaper crinkled loudly, and Jake could feel its soft bulk pressing against him. "Daddy silly," she lisped, booping his nose with her finger. "You're s'posed to say I look cute and adorable!" Jake found himself smiling despite his nervousness. "You're right, baby girl. You look absolutely adorable." Lily beamed at him, then snuggled close, resting her head on his shoulder. "Will Daddy play with me?" she asked, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. Jake's heart melted. How could he say no to that face? "Of course, princess. What would you like to play?" And just like that, Jake found himself drawn into Lily's world. They spent the evening coloring in a My Little Pony coloring book, building a fort out of couch cushions, and watching episodes of Paw Patrol. Jake was surprised to find himself enjoying it all, especially the way Lily's face lit up with childlike wonder at the simplest things. As the night wore on, Jake noticed Lily squirming more and more in her seat. Finally, during a commercial break, she looked up at him with a sheepish expression. "Daddy?" she said in a small voice. "I think... I think I need a change." Jake's eyes widened as the implication hit him. "You mean... you actually used the diaper?" Lily nodded, blushing. "That's kind of the point, silly. Diapers are meant to be used." Jake swallowed hard, his heart racing. This was it - the moment of truth. "Do you... do you want me to change you?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly. Lily's face lit up. "Would you, Daddy? Pretty please with sugar on top?" How could he refuse? Jake nodded, and Lily clapped her hands excitedly. She hopped up, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bedroom. "I've got all the supplies in here," she explained, dropping her 'little' voice for a moment. "I'll talk you through it, okay?" Jake nodded, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement as Lily lay down on the bed, lifting her dress to reveal her soaked diaper. She talked him through the process - wiping her clean, applying powder, and fastening a fresh diaper snugly around her hips. As he taped up the last tab, Jake was surprised to find himself feeling... proud? Accomplished? It was a strange sensation, but not an unpleasant one. "Thank you, Daddy," Lily cooed, sitting up and wrapping her arms around his neck. "You did such a good job! Don't I look cute in my fresh diapee?" Jake had to admit, she did look adorable. The clean, white diaper puffed out comically beneath her dress, making her look even more childlike than before. "You look absolutely precious, baby girl," he said, surprised by the tenderness in his own voice. Lily beamed at him, then yawned widely. "Is it bedtime, Daddy?" she asked, rubbing her eyes. Jake glanced at the clock - it was getting late. "I think it is, princess. Let's get you tucked in." As he helped Lily into bed, making sure she had her favorite stuffed animal, Jake felt a warmth spreading through his chest. This was so far from anything he'd ever imagined doing, and yet... it felt right, somehow. "Daddy?" Lily's sleepy voice pulled him from his thoughts. "Will you... will you be my Daddy again tomorrow?" Jake smiled, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Of course, baby girl. Daddy will be here whenever you need him." As he turned off the light and slipped into bed beside her, Jake realized with a start that he was actually looking forward to tomorrow. Who knew being a Daddy could be so rewarding? Chapter 3: Curiosity Killed the Cat (But Satisfaction Brought It Back) The next few weeks were a whirlwind of discovery for Jake. He found himself eagerly embracing his role as Lily's "Daddy", delighting in her childlike joy and the trust she placed in him. They established a routine - most weekdays were "big" days, where they went about their normal adult lives, but weekends were reserved for "little" time. Jake discovered he had a knack for creating elaborate bedtime stories, complete with different voices for each character. He became an expert at braiding Lily's hair into pigtails, and could change a diaper in record time. He even caught himself browsing online stores for cute onesies and pacifiers that he thought Lily might like. But as much as he was enjoying his role as caregiver, Jake couldn't shake a nagging curiosity. He found his eyes lingering on Lily's diapers, wondering what they felt like. The way she described them - soft, secure, comforting - made them sound almost... appealing. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon when Jake finally worked up the courage to voice his thoughts. Lily was sprawled on the living room floor, coloring intently in her Frozen coloring book, her diapered bottom sticking up in the air. "Hey, Lil?" Jake said, his voice hesitant. "Can I ask you something?" Lily looked up, her face lighting up at the sight of him. "Of course, Daddy! What is it?" Jake took a deep breath. "I was wondering... what does it feel like? Wearing a diaper, I mean." Lily's eyes widened with excitement. She sat up, her coloring forgotten. "Oh, Daddy, it's the best feeling ever! They're so soft and cushy, and they make you feel all safe and protected. And when they're wet, they get all warm and squishy, and it's like being wrapped in a big, cozy hug!" Jake felt his face heat up at her enthusiastic description. "And... and you really like using them? It doesn't feel... weird?" Lily shook her head emphatically. "Not at all! It's so freeing, Daddy. You don't have to worry about finding a bathroom or holding it in. You can just relax and let go whenever you need to. It's like... like being a real baby again, with no cares in the world." Jake nodded slowly, processing her words. "I see," he said softly. Lily cocked her head to the side, studying him intently. Then a mischievous grin spread across her face. "Daddy," she said in a sing-song voice, "do you want to try one on?" Jake's heart skipped a beat. "I... I don't know," he stammered. "Wouldn't that be weird?" Lily giggled, crawling over to him and climbing into his lap. "Silly Daddy," she cooed, booping his nose. "There's nothing weird about it! Lots of Daddies like to wear diapers too. It helps them understand their little ones better." Jake swallowed hard. He had to admit, the idea was tempting. "You... you really wouldn't mind?" he asked hesitantly. Lily's eyes lit up with excitement, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Mind? Daddy, I'd love it! Oh, please say you'll try one on. Pretty please with sprinkles and a cherry on top?" Jake felt his resolve crumbling under the weight of Lily's eager gaze. "Alright," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll try it. But just this once, okay?" Lily squealed with delight, clapping her hands together. "Yay! Oh, Daddy, you're going to love it. I promise!" She scrambled off his lap, grabbing his hand and tugging him towards the bedroom. "Come on, let's get you all padded up!" Jake followed, his heart pounding in his chest. Was he really going to do this? As they entered the bedroom, Lily began rummaging through a drawer, pulling out supplies. "Okay, Daddy," she said, her voice taking on a more mature tone. "First things first, we need to get you out of those boring grown-up clothes. Strip down to your underwear, please." Jake hesitated for a moment, then began to undress. He felt oddly vulnerable standing there in just his boxers as Lily laid out a changing mat on the bed. "Alright, sweetie," Lily cooed, patting the mat. "Lie down for me." Jake obeyed, his face burning with embarrassment as he positioned himself on the mat. Lily smiled down at him, running a soothing hand through his hair. "Now, now, no need to be embarrassed," she said softly. "You're being such a brave boy for trying this. Mommy's very proud of you." Jake's eyes widened at the word 'Mommy'. "L-Lily?" he stammered. Lily winked at him. "Just trying it out," she said with a giggle. "Now, let's get this diaper on you, shall we?" With practiced ease, Lily slid Jake's boxers off and began the diapering process. Jake gasped as she applied a generous amount of baby powder, the sweet scent filling the air. "Cold!" he yelped as Lily spread diaper cream on him. Lily giggled. "Sorry, baby. It'll warm up soon. Now, lift those hips for me." Jake complied, and Lily slid a thick, crinkly diaper under him. She fastened it snugly around his waist, giving the front a pat when she was done. "There we go!" she said triumphantly. "All nice and padded. How does it feel, sweetie?" Jake lay there for a moment, taking stock of the new sensations. The diaper was softer than he'd expected, cradling him in a way that was oddly comforting. It was bulky between his legs, forcing them slightly apart, and he could hear it crinkling with every small movement. "It's... different," he said finally. "But not bad. Kind of... cozy?" Lily beamed at him. "See? I told you you'd like it! Now, let's get you dressed. I have just the thing..." Before Jake could protest, Lily was pulling a large t-shirt over his head. It was soft and oversized, hanging down to mid-thigh - just long enough to cover his diaper, but short enough that any movement would reveal it. "There," Lily said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "You look absolutely adorable, baby boy." Jake stood up, acutely aware of the bulk between his legs and the loud crinkling that accompanied every movement. He waddled over to the full-length mirror, his eyes widening as he took in his reflection. The shirt did little to hide the obvious bulge of the diaper. He turned to the side, surprised by how much it stuck out. "Wow," he breathed. "It's so... big." Lily came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Mhmm," she hummed appreciatively. "Nice and thick, just like a good diaper should be. You look so cute, sweetie. My little diapered boy." Jake felt his face heat up at her words, but he couldn't deny the little thrill that ran through him. There was something oddly freeing about standing there in just a diaper and oversized shirt, letting Lily coddle him. "Now," Lily said, taking his hand, "let's go finish that coloring, shall we? And maybe watch some cartoons after?" Jake nodded, following her back to the living room. He was hyper-aware of the diaper's presence with every step, the soft rustle and the way it made him waddle slightly. As they settled on the floor with the coloring books, Jake found himself relaxing into the role. He let out a contented sigh as he picked up a crayon, the thick padding cushioning him comfortably. "Comfy, baby?" Lily asked, a knowing smile on her face. Jake nodded, surprising himself with his honesty. "Yeah," he admitted. "It's... nice." Lily leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I'm glad, sweetie. Now, let's see if we can stay in the lines this time, okay?" As they colored together, giggling over silly jokes and debating which color looked best for Elsa's dress, Jake felt a warmth spreading through him. This was so far from anything he'd ever imagined doing, and yet... it felt right. Safe. Loved. It wasn't until much later, as they were cuddled on the couch watching Moana, that Jake realized he needed to use the bathroom. He shifted uncomfortably, the familiar pressure in his bladder growing stronger. "You okay, baby?" Lily asked, noticing his fidgeting. Jake blushed. "I, uh... I need to go to the bathroom," he admitted sheepishly. Lily raised an eyebrow. "And?" she prompted. Jake's eyes widened as he realized what she was implying. "Lily, I can't... I mean, I'm not going to actually use the diaper!" Lily stroked his hair soothingly. "Why not, sweetie? That's what it's there for. Don't you want to experience the full effect?" Jake bit his lip, conflicted. Part of him was horrified at the idea, but another part - a part that was growing louder by the minute - was curious. What would it feel like? "I... I don't know if I can," he said softly. Lily pulled him closer, her voice gentle. "It's okay, baby. Just relax. Let your body do what comes naturally. Mommy's right here with you." Jake closed his eyes, trying to relax. It felt strange, deliberately trying to wet himself after a lifetime of toilet training. But as he focused on the pressure in his bladder, on the soft, absorbent padding surrounding him, he felt his muscles begin to let go. The first trickle caught him by surprise. He gasped, his eyes flying open as he felt the warmth spreading through the diaper. Once it started, he found he couldn't stop. The stream grew stronger, and Jake watched in fascination as the front of his diaper swelled slightly, growing warm and heavy between his legs. "That's it, good boy," Lily murmured encouragingly. "Let it all out." Finally, the flow tapered off. Jake sat there, stunned by what he'd just done. The diaper felt different now - heavier, squishier, but still oddly comfortable. And the relief... he hadn't realized how good it would feel to just let go without having to get up or find a bathroom. "How was that, sweetie?" Lily asked, her eyes twinkling. Jake took a moment to gather his thoughts. "It was... weird," he admitted. "But kind of nice? I didn't expect it to feel so... freeing." Lily beamed at him. "See? I told you it was amazing. Now, does my little boy need a change, or does he want to stay in his wet diapee a little longer?" Jake blushed furiously at her words, but he couldn't deny the little thrill that ran through him. "Maybe... maybe a little longer?" he said hesitantly. Lily's smile widened. "Of course, baby. Whatever makes you comfortable. Now, shall we finish the movie?" As they settled back to watch, Jake found himself snuggling closer to Lily, enjoying the warm, squishy feeling of his wet diaper. He wasn't sure what this meant for him, for them, but right now, he didn't want to overthink it. For now, he was content to just be Lily's little boy, safe and loved and thoroughly diapered. Chapter 4: Deeper Down the Rabbit Hole The weeks that followed Jake's first diaper experience were a whirlwind of discovery and excitement. What had started as mere curiosity quickly blossomed into a full-fledged interest. Jake found himself looking forward to their "little" time more and more, eagerly anticipating the moment when Lily would diaper him and he could slip into his newfound role as her "baby boy". Lily, for her part, was thrilled with Jake's enthusiasm. She took to her "Mommy" role with gusto, showering Jake with affection and praise, and always finding new ways to make their play more immersive. It was on a lazy Saturday afternoon, about a month after Jake's first diapering, that Lily decided to take things up a notch. Jake was sprawled on the living room floor, contentedly coloring in a dinosaur coloring book, his diapered bottom sticking up in the air. He was wearing one of the cute onesies Lily had bought him - a pale blue number with little sailboats all over it. "Baby boy," Lily cooed, entering the room with something hidden behind her back. "Mommy has a surprise for you!" Jake looked up, his face lighting up at the sight of her. "A surprise? What is it, Mommy?" Lily grinned mischievously. "Close your eyes and open your mouth, sweetie." Jake obeyed, his heart racing with anticipation. He felt something soft and rubbery being pressed against his lips. His eyes flew open in surprise as he realized what it was - a pacifier. "There we go," Lily said softly, gently pushing the pacifier into his mouth. "Doesn't that feel nice, baby?" Jake's first instinct was to spit it out, but as the soft rubber nipple settled on his tongue, he found himself instinctively beginning to suck. The rhythmic motion was oddly soothing, and he felt himself relaxing almost immediately. "That's it, good boy," Lily praised, stroking his hair. "Mommy's little baby looks so cute with his paci." Jake blushed at her words, but he didn't stop sucking. There was something comforting about the pacifier, something that made him feel even smaller and more vulnerable than the diaper did. "Now," Lily said, sitting down beside him, "let's see how my little artist is doing with his coloring." As they sat together, Lily cooing over Jake's coloring and helping him choose colors, Jake found himself slipping deeper into his "little" headspace than ever before. The combination of the thick, cushy diaper, the soft onesie, and now the pacifier bobbing gently in his mouth made it easy to let go of his adult worries and just be Mommy's little boy. It wasn't until much later, as they were cuddled on the couch watching cartoons, that Jake realized he needed to use the bathroom. By now, using his diaper had become second nature during their play times, but something about the pacifier made him feel even more babyish than usual. He squirmed a little, drawing Lily's attention. "Does my baby boy need to go potty?" she asked softly. Jake nodded, blushing behind his pacifier. Lily smiled, pulling him closer. "It's okay, sweetie. Just let go. That's what your diapee is for, remember?" Jake closed his eyes, focusing on relaxing his muscles. The warmth spread through his diaper, and he let out a little whimper around his pacifier as he felt it growing heavy and swollen between his legs. "Good boy," Lily murmured, rubbing his tummy soothingly. "Such a good baby for Mommy, using your diapee like a big boy." Jake snuggled closer to her, feeling small and safe and loved. He didn't even protest when Lily checked his diaper, declaring it was time for a change. As she laid him down on the changing mat, Jake found himself reluctant to give up his pacifier. Lily noticed his hesitation and smiled. "It's okay, baby. You can keep your paci while Mommy changes you." The diaper change was quick and efficient, with Lily cooing praise and endearments the whole time. Once he was taped into a fresh diaper, Lily helped him sit up, smoothing down his onesie. "There we go, all clean and dry," she said cheerfully. "Now, does my little sailor want to help Mommy make dinner?" Jake nodded eagerly, following Lily to the kitchen with a distinct waddle in his step. As they cooked together - or rather, as Lily cooked and Jake "helped" by stirring things and adding pre-measured ingredients - Jake found himself marveling at how natural this all felt now. If someone had told him a few months ago that he'd be standing in his kitchen, wearing a diaper and onesie, sucking on a pacifier while his girlfriend called him her "baby boy", he would have thought they were crazy. But now? Now it felt like the most normal thing in the world. As they sat down to eat, Lily gently removed Jake's pacifier, replacing it with a sippy cup full of juice. "Drink up, sweetie," she encouraged. "Growing boys need their vitamins." Jake sipped obediently, enjoying the sweet taste of the juice and the childish feeling of drinking from a sippy cup. As they ate, Lily kept up a steady stream of baby talk, praising Jake for using his fork nicely and not making a mess. After dinner, as they were cleaning up, Lily turned to Jake with a serious expression. "Sweetie," she said, her voice losing its "Mommy" tone for a moment, "can we talk about something?" Jake nodded, feeling a flutter of nervousness in his stomach. Had he done something wrong? Was Lily getting tired of their play? Lily led him to the couch, sitting down and pulling him close. "I just wanted to check in with you," she said softly. "How are you feeling about all of this? Are you enjoying our little adventures?" Jake felt a wave of relief wash over him. "I love it," he said honestly. "I never thought I would, but... it feels so good to just let go and be small sometimes. And you're such an amazing Mommy." Lily beamed at him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I'm so glad to hear that, baby. Because I was thinking... maybe we could take things a step further?" Jake's eyes widened with curiosity. "What do you mean?" Lily bit her lip, looking almost shy for a moment. "Well, I was thinking... how would you feel about trying to be little for a whole weekend? From Friday night to Sunday evening, just you and me, with you in full baby mode the entire time?" Jake's heart raced at the idea. A whole weekend of being Lily's baby boy? No adult responsibilities, no decisions to make, just being cared for and loved? It sounded like heaven. "I'd love that," he said softly. "But... what about, you know, work and stuff? What if someone calls or comes over?" Lily smiled reassuringly. "We can put our phones on 'do not disturb' and tell everyone we're going away for the weekend. No one needs to know we're really having a special playtime at home." Jake nodded slowly, excitement building in his chest. "Okay," he said, a grin spreading across his face. "Let's do it." Lily squealed with delight, pulling him into a tight hug. "Oh, baby boy, we're going to have so much fun! Mommy has so many ideas for our special weekend." As they snuggled together on the couch, discussing plans for their upcoming adventure, Jake felt a warmth spreading through him that had nothing to do with his diaper. He was loved, he was safe, and he was about to embark on the most exciting journey of his life - all thanks to a simple diaper and a girlfriend who understood him better than he understood himself. Chapter 5: A Weekend in Babyland Friday evening couldn't come soon enough for Jake. He found himself distracted at work all week, his mind constantly wandering to thoughts of the weekend ahead. What did Lily have planned? How would it feel to be in "baby mode" for so long? Finally, Friday arrived. Jake rushed home from work, his heart pounding with excitement as he fumbled with his keys at the front door. As he stepped inside, he was greeted by the sight of Lily, dressed in a floral sundress that screamed "Mommy", her hair tied back in a neat ponytail. "Welcome home, baby boy," Lily cooed, enveloping Jake in a warm hug. "Are you ready for our special weekend?" Jake nodded eagerly, already feeling the stress of the workweek melting away. "Yes, Mommy," he replied, his voice soft and childlike. Lily beamed at him. "Good boy. Now, let's get you out of those silly grown-up clothes and into something more appropriate for my little prince." She led Jake to the bedroom, which had been transformed in his absence. A changing table stood in one corner, stocked with diapers, wipes, and powder. The bed was now adorned with cutesy, childish bedding featuring cartoon characters. A playpen took up one side of the room, filled with stuffed animals and colorful toys. "Wow," Jake breathed, taking it all in. "Do you like it, sweetie?" Lily asked, already working on unbuttoning Jake's shirt. "It's amazing, Mommy," Jake replied honestly, letting Lily undress him without protest. Once Jake was naked, Lily guided him to the changing table. "Up you go, baby boy," she said, patting the padded surface. Jake clambered up, feeling vulnerable and excited as Lily began the familiar process of diapering him. The scent of baby powder filled the air as she sprinkled it generously over his nether regions. "There we go," Lily said, taping up the final tab of the thick diaper. "All nice and padded. Now, let's get you dressed properly." She helped Jake into a baby blue onesie covered in little duckies, snapping it closed over his diaper. Soft socks with grips on the bottom and a pair of shortalls completed the ensemble. "Oh, don't you look precious," Lily cooed, leading Jake to the full-length mirror. "Mommy's little baby boy, all ready for our special weekend." Jake stared at his reflection, hardly recognizing himself. The childish outfit, combined with the obvious bulk of the diaper beneath, made him look and feel incredibly young and vulnerable. "Now," Lily said, clapping her hands together, "who wants num-nums?" Jake's tummy rumbled on cue, making Lily laugh. "Come on, sweetie. Mommy's got your dinner all ready." In the kitchen, Jake's eyes widened at the sight of a high chair - adult-sized, but unmistakably a high chair. "Up you go, baby," Lily said, helping him climb in and securing the tray in place. Jake squirmed a bit, the height of the chair and the restraint of the tray making him feel even more babyish. Lily tied a bib around his neck, then presented him with a plastic plate divided into sections, each filled with bite-sized pieces of chicken nuggets, mac and cheese, and steamed carrots. "Open wide for the airplane," Lily sang, spooning up some mac and cheese and making zooming noises as she brought it to Jake's mouth. Jake obediently opened his mouth, letting Lily feed him. It felt strange at first, being fed like this, but as the meal progressed, he found himself relaxing into the role, giggling at Lily's silly airplane noises and exaggerated expressions. After dinner, Lily wiped Jake's face clean with a warm washcloth. "Such a messy baby," she teased gently. "Now, how about some playtime before beddy-bye?" Jake nodded eagerly, and Lily helped him down from the high chair. They spent the next hour in the living room, Jake sprawled on a soft play mat while Lily introduced him to various toys - stacking rings, shape sorters, and colorful blocks. As the evening wore on, Jake found himself yawning more frequently. Lily noticed and smiled softly. "I think it's bedtime for my little prince," she said, scooping Jake up into her arms. Jake was surprised to find that Lily could actually carry him - she must have been working out more than he realized. He snuggled into her embrace as she carried him to the bedroom. "First, let's check that diapee," Lily said, laying Jake down on the changing table. She unsnapped his onesie and peeked into his diaper. "Oh my, someone's a wet baby! Let's get you nice and dry for sleepy time." Jake blushed as Lily changed his diaper - he hadn't even realized he'd used it. The new diaper was even thicker than the last, clearly designed for overnight use. Once he was changed, Lily helped Jake into a soft, footed sleeper. She then scooped him up again and settled into a rocking chair in the corner of the room. "How about a bedtime story, sweetie?" she asked, reaching for a colorful picture book. Jake nodded sleepily, snuggling close as Lily began to read. The gentle rocking motion, combined with Lily's soothing voice, soon had Jake's eyelids drooping. When the story was finished, Lily pressed a soft kiss to Jake's forehead. "Sleepy time, baby boy," she whispered, carrying him to the bed. She tucked him in, surrounding him with soft stuffed animals. A night light cast a gentle glow around the room, and soft lullaby music began to play from a speaker on the nightstand. "Goodnight, my precious little one," Lily murmured, giving Jake one last kiss. "Mommy loves you so much." As Lily left the room, leaving the door slightly ajar, Jake snuggled deeper into the soft bedding. He felt warm, safe, and utterly loved. As he drifted off to sleep, his last conscious thought was how perfect this all felt. The rest of the weekend passed in a blur of childish activities and constant care from Lily. Jake spent his days playing with toys, coloring in oversized coloring books, and watching cartoons. Lily kept him in diapers the entire time, changing him regularly and praising him for being such a good boy. They had picnics on the living room floor, complete with sippy cups and plastic plates. Lily gave Jake bubble baths, complete with rubber duckies and boat toys. She even set up a kiddie pool in the backyard, letting Jake splash around in his waterproof diaper while she sprayed him gently with the hose, both of them giggling like children. By Sunday evening, as their special weekend drew to a close, Jake felt more relaxed and content than he had in years. As Lily helped him out of his last diaper of the weekend and into his regular clothes, he felt a pang of sadness. "Did you enjoy our weekend, sweetie?" Lily asked, noticing his wistful expression. Jake nodded emphatically. "It was amazing, Lily. I... I never knew I could feel so safe and loved." Lily pulled him into a tight hug. "I'm so glad, baby. And remember, just because the weekend is over doesn't mean we can't do this again. Anytime you need to be little, Mommy will be here for you." As they settled on the couch, cuddling close and discussing their favorite moments from the weekend, Jake felt a profound sense of gratitude. He had discovered a side of himself he never knew existed, and he had a partner who not only accepted it but embraced it wholeheartedly. Whatever the future held, Jake knew one thing for certain - his life would never be the same again, and he couldn't be happier about it. Chapter 6: Expanding Horizons As the weeks passed, Jake and Lily's ABDL adventures became a regular part of their relationship. They settled into a comfortable routine, with Jake spending most weekends in "little space" while maintaining his adult life during the week. However, as Jake grew more comfortable with his newfound identity, he began to crave more. It was during one of their "big" conversations that Jake broached the subject. They were cuddled on the couch, enjoying a quiet evening after a particularly intense "little" weekend. "Lily," Jake began hesitantly, "I've been thinking..." Lily turned to him, her eyes warm and encouraging. "What is it, babe?" Jake took a deep breath. "I love our weekends together, and being your baby boy. But lately, I've been wondering... what if we took it further?" Lily's eyebrows rose with interest. "Further? What did you have in mind?" "Well," Jake said, his cheeks flushing slightly, "I was thinking... maybe we could try incorporating some of this into our, um, intimate life? You know, when we're both big?" A slow smile spread across Lily's face. "Oh, sweetie," she purred, "I thought you'd never ask." And just like that, a whole new world of possibilities opened up for them. They started small at first - Lily calling Jake her "baby boy" during foreplay, or Jake wearing a diaper under his clothes during date nights, the secret adding an extra thrill to their evenings out. But as they grew more comfortable, their explorations became bolder. Lily introduced Jake to the world of ABDL gear designed specifically for adult play - onesies with strategically placed snaps, diapers with more mature designs, even pacifiers that could double as gags. One memorable evening, Lily surprised Jake by greeting him at the door in a sexy nurse's outfit. "Time for your check-up, little one," she purred, leading him to the bedroom where she had set up an "examination table" complete with stirrups. Jake found himself more aroused than he'd ever been as Lily "examined" him thoroughly, cooing over his "cute little peepee" and praising him for being such a good boy during his check-up. The mixture of humiliation and arousal was intoxicating, and Jake discovered he craved more. They explored role-play scenarios - Lily as a strict nanny disciplining her naughty charge, Jake as a rebellious teen being babied as punishment. They experimented with different levels of regression, sometimes with Jake as a toddler who could speak and walk, other times as a helpless infant who could only coo and crawl. Through it all, their love and trust for each other only grew stronger. They always made sure to have thorough discussions about boundaries and comfort levels, and they never pushed each other further than they were willing to go. As their explorations continued, Jake found himself becoming curious about other aspects of ABDL culture. He started browsing online forums and chatrooms, amazed to discover a whole community of people who shared his interests. "Lily," he said one evening, looking up from his laptop, "have you ever thought about going to an ABDL munch?" Lily's eyes lit up. "I've been to a few, actually. Before we got together. Why do you ask?" Jake bit his lip nervously. "I was thinking... maybe we could go to one together? I'd love to meet other people like us, you know?" Lily beamed at him, pulling him into a tight hug. "Oh, baby boy, I'm so proud of you for suggesting that! Of course we can go. I know a great group that meets monthly. They're very welcoming to newcomers." And so, a few weeks later, Jake found himself nervously adjusting his collar as he and Lily walked into a private room at a local restaurant. The munch was in full swing, with about twenty people of various ages chatting and laughing. Jake was surprised by how normal everyone looked. He wasn't sure what he had been expecting - perhaps a room full of people in diapers and baby clothes? Instead, he saw ordinary men and women in casual attire, looking for all the world like any other social gathering. Lily, sensing his nervousness, squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Relax, sweetie," she whispered. "They're just people, like us. Come on, I'll introduce you to some friends." As the evening progressed, Jake found himself relaxing and even enjoying the conversations. He met couples who had been in the lifestyle for years, singles who were exploring their interests, even a few professional caregivers who specialized in ABDL play. By the end of the night, Jake had exchanged contact information with several new friends and had even made tentative plans for a playdate with another couple. As they drove home, Jake couldn't stop smiling. "That was amazing," he said, turning to Lily. "Thank you for encouraging me to go." Lily reached over and squeezed his thigh. "I'm so proud of you, baby boy. You were so brave, putting yourself out there like that." Jake caught her hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss. "I couldn't have done it without you, Mommy," he said softly. As they pulled into their driveway, Lily turned to Jake with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Now, I think such a brave little boy deserves a special reward. What do you say we go inside and Mommy can show you just how proud she is?" Jake's heart raced with anticipation as they hurried into the house. As Lily led him to the bedroom, already reaching for the zipper of her dress, Jake marveled at how far he'd come. From a curious novice to a confident member of the ABDL community, all thanks to the love and support of his amazing partner. As Lily pushed him gently onto the bed, her eyes dark with desire, Jake knew that this was just the beginning of their adventures together. And he couldn't wait to see where their journey would take them next. Chapter 7: New Frontiers As Jake and Lily became more involved in the ABDL community, they found themselves exploring new aspects of the lifestyle they hadn't considered before. Their playdate with the couple they met at the munch - Tom and Sarah - opened up a whole new world of possibilities. It started innocently enough, with the four of them getting together for a "little" playdate. Jake and Tom were put into diapers and onesies, while Lily and Sarah took on the roles of Mommy and Auntie. They spent the afternoon playing board games, coloring, and watching cartoons. But as the day wore on and the "littles" got sleepier, the conversation between the "bigs" took an interesting turn. "You know," Sarah said, a mischievous glint in her eye, "Tom and I have been exploring some... shall we say, more adult aspects of age play. Have you two ever considered that?" Lily raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What did you have in mind?" And just like that, a new chapter in Jake and Lily's ABDL journey began. They started with small steps - incorporating more "grown-up" elements into their play, like having Jake earn "good boy points" that could be redeemed for sexual favors. One particularly memorable evening, Lily decided to combine Jake's love of being babied with his submissive tendencies. She dressed him in a frilly pink dress over his diaper, complete with ruffled socks and mary jane shoes. "Now, baby girl," Lily said, her voice stern but loving, "Mommy has some friends coming over. I expect you to be on your best behavior. If you're a good girl, you'll get a special treat later." Jake's heart raced at her words. This was new territory for them, but he trusted Lily completely. He nodded, slipping deeper into his "little" headspace. The evening that followed was a delicious torture for Jake. Lily's friends - who were in on the game - cooed over what a pretty little girl he was, pinching his cheeks and patting his diapered bottom. Jake found himself becoming more and more aroused, the humiliation and attention combining into an intoxicating mix. By the time Lily's friends left and she led Jake to the bedroom, he was practically vibrating with need. "Such a good baby girl," Lily purred, slowly undressing him. "I think you've earned your special treat." What followed was one of the most intense and satisfying sexual experiences of Jake's life. The mixture of "little" and "big" elements, the lingering embarrassment from the evening, and Lily's skilled touch all combined to bring him to new heights of pleasure. As they lay together afterward, sweaty and satisfied, Jake marveled at how far they'd come. From his first hesitant steps into the world of ABDL to this - a rich, fulfilling lifestyle that satisfied both his "little" and "big" needs. "Lily," he murmured, nuzzling into her neck, "I love you so much. Thank you for everything." Lily pulled him close, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I love you too, baby boy. More than you could ever know." As they drifted off to sleep, Jake felt a sense of contentment wash over him. He didn't know what the future held, but he knew that with Lily by his side, it would be an adventure worth living. Little did he know, their journey was about to take an unexpected turn. A few weeks later, Lily approached Jake with an excited gleam in her eye. "Baby boy," she said, practically bouncing with enthusiasm, "how would you feel about going to an ABDL convention?" Jake's eyes widened. "A convention? Like, with panels and vendors and stuff?" Lily nodded eagerly. "Exactly! It's called 'BabyTime,' and it's happening in Vegas next month. Three whole days of nothing but ABDL fun! What do you say?" Jake felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness flutter in his stomach. A whole convention dedicated to their lifestyle? It seemed almost too good to be true. "I... I think I'd like that," he said softly. Lily squealed with delight, pulling him into a tight hug. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun! We'll need to start planning right away. What to pack, what events to attend..." As Lily rattled off a list of preparations, Jake found his mind wandering. What would it be like to be surrounded by so many like-minded people? To be able to fully embrace his "little" side without fear of judgment? The next few weeks were a whirlwind of preparation. Lily insisted on buying Jake a whole new wardrobe for the convention - cute onesies, shortalls, even a few frilly dresses "just in case". They pored over the event schedule, marking down panels they wanted to attend and parties they couldn't miss. Finally, the day arrived. As they checked into their hotel room, Jake felt a nervous excitement bubbling up inside him. Lily, sensing his apprehension, pulled him close. "Remember, baby boy," she said softly, "we're here to have fun. You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. And Mommy will be right here with you the whole time." Jake nodded, feeling some of his nervousness melt away. With Lily by his side, he could face anything. The convention was unlike anything Jake had ever experienced. The hotel was filled with people of all ages, sizes, and genders, many openly wearing diapers or other ABDL gear. There were vendors selling everything from custom pacifiers to adult-sized cribs, panels discussing topics from the psychology of age play to tips for discreet diaper wearing in public. Jake found himself swept up in the excitement. He attended a "Diaper 101" class where he learned new changing techniques, participated in a "Little Olympics" where he raced other "babies" in an oversized diaper, and even modeled in an ABDL fashion show, strutting down the runway in a sailor outfit complete with a thick, crinkly diaper. But it was the connections they made that really stood out. Jake and Lily met couples from all over the world, sharing stories and experiences. They laughed with a group of "littles" during a coloring party, and had deep discussions with "caregivers" about the responsibilities and joys of their role. One evening, as they relaxed in the hotel's "nursery" - a large playroom set up for "littles" to socialize - Jake turned to Lily with tears in his eyes. "Thank you," he said softly. "For bringing me here, for introducing me to all of this. I never knew I could feel so... accepted." Lily pulled him close, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Oh, baby boy," she murmured, "you have no idea how happy it makes me to see you like this. To see you embracing who you are, without shame or fear." As the convention came to a close, Jake felt a bittersweet mix of emotions. He was sad to leave this magical bubble where he could be his true self 24/7, but he was also excited to take what he'd learned back to their everyday life. On the flight home, as Lily dozed beside him, Jake found himself reflecting on their journey. From his first hesitant steps into the world of ABDL to now - confident, happy, and surrounded by a community of like-minded friends. He thought about all the new ideas they'd picked up at the convention, all the new experiences they were eager to try. As the plane began its descent, Jake squeezed Lily's hand, waking her gently. She blinked up at him, a soft smile spreading across her face. "Welcome back, baby boy," she murmured. "Ready to go home?" Jake nodded, returning her smile. "Yeah," he said softly. "I'm ready for our next adventure." As they disembarked and made their way through the airport, Jake couldn't help but notice the slight bulk of the diaper hidden beneath his jeans - a souvenir from the convention that he'd decided to wear for the journey home. It was a small act of defiance, a secret reminder of the world they'd just left and the life they were building together. Jake knew that their ABDL journey was far from over. There would be new challenges to face, new horizons to explore. But with Lily by his side, he was ready for whatever came next. Whether he was Jake the successful professional or Lily's little baby boy, he knew he was loved, accepted, and free to be himself. As they stepped out of the airport into the warm evening air, Jake felt a sense of excitement for what the future held. Their adventure was just beginning, and he couldn't wait to see where it would take them next. Chapter 8: Home Sweet Home The weeks following the convention were a whirlwind of excitement and new experiences for Jake and Lily. They returned home with suitcases full of new ABDL gear, heads full of ideas, and hearts full of renewed passion for their lifestyle. One sunny Saturday morning, as Jake sat at the kitchen table sipping his coffee, Lily approached him with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Baby boy," she said, her voice taking on that tone that always made Jake's heart race, "Mommy's been thinking. How would you feel about us setting up a nursery here at home?" Jake's eyes widened, his coffee forgotten. "A nursery? Like... a permanent one?" Lily nodded, her excitement palpable. "We have that spare room we've been using for storage. I thought we could clear it out, paint it, set it up as a special place for our little boy. What do you think?" Jake felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness flutter in his stomach. A permanent nursery would be a big step - a very tangible, very real commitment to their lifestyle. But as he looked at Lily's eager face, he knew his answer. "I'd love that, Mommy," he said softly. Lily squealed with delight, pulling him into a tight hug. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun! We can paint the walls, get you a big crib, maybe even a changing table..." The next few weekends were spent transforming the spare room into Jake's dream nursery. They painted the walls a soft baby blue, with fluffy white clouds stenciled near the ceiling. Lily insisted on a plush carpet in a complementary shade, perfect for crawling on. The centerpiece of the room was a custom-made adult-sized crib, complete with high rails and a mobile hanging overhead. A changing table stood in one corner, stocked with diapers, wipes, and all the necessary supplies. Shelves lined one wall, filled with stuffed animals, picture books, and colorful toys. As they stood in the doorway, admiring their handiwork, Jake felt a wave of emotion wash over him. This room, this safe space they'd created together, was a physical manifestation of their love and acceptance of each other. "It's perfect," he whispered, squeezing Lily's hand. Lily turned to him, her eyes sparkling. "Want to try it out, baby boy?" Jake nodded eagerly, already feeling himself slipping into his "little" headspace. Lily led him to the changing table, helping him out of his clothes and into a thick diaper and soft onesie. As she lowered him into the crib, tucking a stuffed bear under his arm and popping a pacifier into his mouth, Jake felt a sense of peace wash over him. Here, in this room, he could fully embrace his "little" side without worry or shame. Lily leaned over the crib rails, stroking his hair gently. "Sweet dreams, my precious baby boy," she murmured. "Mommy loves you so much." As Jake drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the soft colors and comforting scents of his new nursery, he felt truly and completely at home. The nursery quickly became an integral part of their lives. Jake found himself spending more and more time there, even outside of their designated "play" times. Sometimes he'd curl up in the crib with a coloring book after a stressful day at work, finding comfort in the childish activity and the soft rustle of his diaper. Other times, Lily would surprise him by greeting him at the door in her "Mommy" outfit, whisking him away to the nursery for an evening of babying and pampering. One particularly memorable evening, Lily decided to introduce a new element to their play. She entered the nursery where Jake was contentedly playing with blocks on the floor, a mischievous smile on her face. "Baby boy," she cooed, "Mommy has a surprise for you. Close your eyes and hold out your hands." Jake obeyed, his heart racing with anticipation. He felt something cool and metallic being fastened around his wrists. His eyes flew open to see a pair of pink, fluffy handcuffs securing his hands in front of him. "These are to make sure my little one doesn't get into any mischief," Lily explained, her voice a mixture of stern and playful. "Now, I think it's time for baby's bath." What followed was one of the most intense and arousing experiences of Jake's life. The combination of helplessness from the handcuffs, the infantilizing treatment as Lily bathed and powdered him, and the constant praise and cooing from his "Mommy" left him in a state of blissful submission. As Lily tucked him into his crib that night, still handcuffed but now diapered and dressed in a footed sleeper, Jake felt a deep sense of contentment. This lifestyle, this relationship they'd built together, was everything he'd ever wanted and more. "Mommy?" he mumbled around his pacifier as Lily turned to leave. "Yes, baby boy?" she asked, turning back to him. "I love you," he said simply. "Thank you for... for everything." Lily's eyes softened, and she leaned over the crib rails to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. "I love you too, my sweet little one. More than you could ever know." As Jake drifted off to sleep, the soft glow of his night light casting shadows on the walls of his nursery, he knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be. In this room, in this relationship, in this lifestyle, he had found his true home. The journey that had started with a simple curiosity about diapers had led him here - to a life filled with love, acceptance, and the freedom to be his true self. And as he snuggled deeper into his crib, the soft clink of his handcuffs a reminder of the trust and intimacy he shared with Lily, Jake knew that their adventure was far from over. There would be new challenges to face, new horizons to explore. But with Lily by his side, both as his loving girlfriend and his devoted Mommy, Jake was ready for whatever came next. Their ABDL journey had only just begun, and he couldn't wait to see where it would take them. As sleep finally claimed him, Jake's last conscious thought was of gratitude - for Lily, for this lifestyle, and for the courage to embrace his true self. In the nursery, in Lily's arms, in the soft embrace of his diaper, Jake was home. And he wouldn't have it any other way. Chapter 9: Growing Pains As Jake and Lily settled into their new routine, complete with their home nursery and regular "little" time, they found themselves facing new challenges they hadn't anticipated. The line between their ABDL lifestyle and their "vanilla" life began to blur, leading to some unexpected situations. It started small at first. Jake found himself absentmindedly sucking his thumb during a stressful meeting at work, earning some odd looks from his colleagues. Lily caught herself using her "Mommy" voice while on the phone with her mother, resulting in a very confused conversation. But things came to a head one evening when they were hosting a dinner party for some of Jake's work friends. Jake had been feeling particularly stressed about the event, and Lily had suggested he wear a diaper under his clothes for comfort. Jake had agreed, finding the familiar bulk and crinkle soothing. Everything was going well until Jake, caught up in a animated discussion about a work project, forgot himself for a moment. Without thinking, he used his diaper, the slight change in his posture and the brief look of relief on his face noticeable to the eagle-eyed Lily. Lily, ever the quick thinker, smoothly excused herself and Jake from the table, citing a need to check on dessert. Once in the kitchen, she pulled Jake close. "Baby boy," she whispered, "did you just use your diaper?" Jake's face flushed crimson as he nodded, the reality of the situation crashing down on him. "I... I didn't even think about it," he stammered. "Oh god, what if someone noticed?" Lily stroked his hair soothingly. "It's okay, sweetie. I don't think anyone saw. But we need to get you changed. Can you hold it together while I make our excuses?" Jake nodded, taking a deep breath to compose himself. Lily returned to the dining room, smoothly explaining that Jake wasn't feeling well and needed to lie down for a bit. She ushered their guests out with promises to reschedule, then rushed back to Jake. As she helped him out of his wet diaper and into a fresh one, they both realized they needed to have a serious conversation about boundaries. "I'm so sorry, Lily," Jake said, his voice small and ashamed. "I don't know what came over me. It's like... like I'm losing control of when I'm big and when I'm little." Lily sat beside him on the bed, pulling him close. "Oh, sweetie, it's not your fault. I think we've both been letting our ABDL life bleed into our regular life a bit too much. We need to set some clearer boundaries." And so, they spent the next few days having long, honest conversations about their lifestyle and how to balance it with their everyday lives. They decided to set specific times for "little" play, agreeing that outside of those times, they would make a conscious effort to stay in their adult mindsets. They also discussed the importance of consent and awareness, especially when it came to involving unsuspecting others in their lifestyle. Jake promised to be more mindful of when and where he wore diapers, and Lily agreed to be more careful with her "Mommy" voice and mannerisms. It wasn't an easy adjustment. There were slip-ups and moments of frustration. Jake found himself longing for his pacifier during stressful workdays, while Lily had to resist the urge to baby Jake when he was clearly in his "big" headspace. But as the weeks passed, they found a balance that worked for them. Their "little" time became even more special, a sacred space where they could fully embrace that side of themselves without worry or restraint. One evening, as they cuddled in Jake's crib after a particularly enjoyable play session, Lily turned to Jake with a serious expression. "Baby boy," she said softly, "I'm so proud of how far we've come. How far you've come. You know that, right?" Jake nodded, snuggling closer to her. "I couldn't have done it without you, Mommy," he murmured. "You've been so patient, so understanding." Lily pressed a kiss to his forehead. "That's because I love you, sweetie. All of you. The strong, capable man who rocks presentations at work, and the sweet little boy who needs his diapee changed. You're perfect, just the way you are." Jake felt tears prick at his eyes. "I love you too, Lily. More than I could ever say." As they lay there, surrounded by the soft pastels of the nursery, the gentle crinkle of Jake's diaper the only sound in the room, they both felt a deep sense of contentment. They had faced challenges, made mistakes, and come out stronger for it. Their ABDL journey had taken them to places they never expected, pushed them in ways they never anticipated. But through it all, their love for each other had only grown stronger. They had created a life together that honored all parts of themselves - big and little, caregiver and cared-for, lovers and best friends. As Jake drifted off to sleep, nestled safely in Lily's arms, he couldn't help but feel that this was just the beginning of their adventure. They had overcome so much already, but he knew there were still new horizons to explore, new challenges to face. The End

“I wike your bow.” Giggles. Smiling. Face hurts. Too much smiling. Her lips twitch. The curly blonde girl speaks. “Fanks Chawie!” Suckle once. Suckle twice. The monstrously big rubber pacifier bounces between her pink lips. Jenny can feel her burning cheeks as a crimson blush spreads from her chest upwards. “I wike your shoes.” She points at his Spider-Man sneakers that light up every time he moves. Mommy said good little girls are polite. Good little girls say please and thank you. Good little girls know they are Little, adorable, and helpless. Not beautiful or sexy. Cute. The opposite gender didn’t give her any attention for anything other than a new playmate. However, there was the occasional un - regressed Little that always got a little bit too excited, but of course, their mommies and daddies always nipped that silly behavior in the butt. Still though, Jenny liked to have fun when the opportunity arose because for her fellow under six footers, life in this padded prison was abysmally bleak. “D’ya wanna pway in ve house?” The five foot nine inch tall man turned toddler pointed behind them at the red wooden structure. There was just a hole for the door and two open windows. Glancing to the left, Mrs Smith and Miss Tully stood at the blacktop across the playground deep in conversation as the Little diapered adults, less than half their size of nearly twelve feet, ran wild. Charlie winked, taking her hand in his and Jenny couldn’t deny the bursting sensation in her chest that they were about to do something naughty. She nearly pissed herself in excitement - nearly that is. But it would be okay if she did because Mommy always made sure she was extra padded. Two diapers that puffed out to below her knees, a soaker pad, leak guard and pretty diaper cover to match her frilly dresses. She knew not to get too rowdy at Daycare because Mommy didn’t like mess and made extra care to crimp her bleached curls to perfection and dress her in her Sunday’s best every day. That is why Jenny knew it wouldn’t be a very good girl thing for her to run off, disrespecting all of her Mommy’s hard work like that. But at the same time, this was the most fun adventure Jenny had had in a while and she just couldn’t say no. Besides, Charlie was just about the cutest boy in daycare. Everyone obsessed over him from his chocolaty brown eyes to rich olive skin. Jenny knew that especially Sunny and Polly would be pouting to their crib at night because the most mature boy, one of the few potty training, was interested in her. “Come wif me.” he tugged on her hand and she can’t deny his dimpled grin. She waddled after him, slowed by the thick bulk between her legs and stuck her arms out for extra balance. They made it across the wood chipped lawn and as she thought they were about to hop up into the house, instead he led her behind. Confusion turned to worry and then to a creeping excitement at their mysterious adventure. Hmmmm… So Charlie Sigworth liked to live life on the edge. Oh, Jenny could definitely get behind that. Snickering softly as they disappeared from sight, Jenny wastes no time. Just as he’d lead her across the playground with her hand, she takes his hand directing it between her legs, clutching the thick padding. He squeezes, instinctively, and Jenny has him pressed against the wall, padded hips grinding into his puff-less lower half. She’s tugged the ends of her skirt up, pulling down the diaper cover and shows off her squelchless diaper, not a stain in the front nor the back. It’s not as if Sunny Freeman could say the same thing, she thinks with a smirk. “Wait -“ Charlie exclaims in a suddenly surprised voice as his wrist is caught in her grasp. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” Her voice squeaked out in a delicate timber yet the glimmer in her blue eyes told a different story. “Jenny -” he choked out, blotches of red coating his skin but it is too late. The Little has no reason to think that this isn’t a two way relationship because of the way he’d flirted, going on about her hideously pink bow, grinning and taking her hand flirtatiously alluding to a grand escapade behind the old shed. But he pulls his hand back, pushing them apart until she is nearly an arms length away. Not for the first time, Jenny is deeply troubled because why didn’t he want her? Everyone seemed to want her these days. Was she trying too hard? Going too fast? Maybe he preferred girls who were wet and messy. Maybe if she just - no! Immediately she pushed the idea from her mind. He was a big boy. He wore pull-ups. Why would he want a baby like her? Her brows furrowed together, an indent forming in the middle as she suckled anxiously on the rubber bulb. Did he not find her absolutely adorable? Pretty was going a bit too far because that was only reserved for mature Littles and if she was in diapers, that meant she was too immature to hold in her business for the potty. At least, that’s how it was according to Amazonian logic and the Potty song. But, she had once been a big mature girl, one where the Charlie Sigworth’s of the world would call her pretty and beautiful and a whole ton of other scandalous names she dare not utter aloud or think. “What are you doing?” he sputtered in shock. “What are you doing?” She repeats. She was confused, especially when his hand shot out, wriggling the rubber bulb out from between her lips. The Little let out a gasp as with one quick motion, he threw her pacifier to the ground. “Chawie!” He sighed a very mature sigh like when Mommy made her stop playing when it was time for dinner but she wasn't ready yet. He said, “What’s with these games? I heard you liked to get right to it.” Her mind spun in circles, attempting to decipher what the heck he was talking about but didn’t have long to ponder as suddenly, he stepped forward again. His head turned, lips puckered and his mouth touched her own ever so softly. Jenny realized with a startle that they were kissing and it was not like the tiny thimble kiss that Wendy gave to Peter Pan. This was a grown up kiss. A mature kiss. A kiss she’d seen Amazons give each other with an intensity only giants seemed to possess. Not Littles like her. It’s too much, way too much, and before she knows what she is doing, Jenny has placed her hands on his chest and shoves him away. “Hey!” he exclaims as he stumbles backwards. “What was that for?” She squeals. “I - you - we - eeep!” Jenny can’t speak. No logical words will form in her mouth because that was a very mature act that her little immature brain couldn’t handle and Mommy, Mrs. Tully, Miss Smith and every other Amazon always said how proud they were that she knew how little she really was. But this wasn't a very little thing to do. “We came behind here to make out,” he said in a tone as if she should’ve understood. Make out? Her face scrunched up in disgust, eyes squeezed shut and nose wrinkled. She exclaimed, “ewww! Cooties!” Wiping at her mouth, attempting to get rid of the icky boy germs, this was way worse than just some silly naughty fun. Oh, if Mommy found out…. this would mean big punishment. Many spankings, big enemas, maybe even going back to etiquette school. She couldn’t do etiquette school again. That was a nightmare. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest then realizing there were even worse things to think about than just cooties. Jenny gulped, fingers inching their way up to her mouth in a need to calm the rising stress. She just wished for her pacifier. She couldn’t remember a time where she was without it in the last year. Tears welled up in her eyes, wanting - no - needing her mommy. “What did you think we were doing?” he asked when she didn’t respond. The Little sniffled, trying to explain, “I - I was gonna show you my diaper and you show me your pull-up and we could touch each others - “ He backed away. “That’s what you’ve been doing sneaking away with others?! The way everyone made it sound… “ Charlie scowled, shaking his head in apparent disgust. “They’ve brainwashed all of you! Do you even know how you sound right now?” His words struck her core, Jenny knowing that he is right. She was just a little immature baby. No one like Charlie would ever find her cute. “I - I need to get out of here.” That’s all he could say before turning away and with teary eyes, Jenny thought that was it. However, he spun around one last time. In a sad voice, he whispered. “I really liked you, Jenny. I thought you were different.” ooOoo I thought you were different. The words repeated over and over again in her mind. I thought you were different. Jenny knew that he really meant: I thought you were bigger. I thought you were more mature. Her cheeks burn bright in humiliation as she spirals over her previous actions. Stupid, Jenny. Why are you so stupid? Now, she pouts watching from across the room as Charlie flirts with Shelly MacDonald over finger paints. Jenny has seen enough and without a thought, throws down the stuffed animal in her hand, glaring at the girl so obviously flaunting her pull-up. It just wasn’t fair! Steps sound behind her and before she knows it, a surprise intrusion wiggles its way down her backside, pulling at the strap. She’s startled, jumping slightly before realizing it was Mrs. Smith. The gray haired Amazon was a stern woman and made sure the running of her daycare progressed smoothly with behaved Littles and never dry padding. “Hmmm,” she hummed, pushing her glasses up her nose. “Wet and messy. You always know how to make me happy, don’t you?” Wet and messy? There’s a look of surprise on her face as Mrs. Smith announced it loudly, causing even Charlie to look over briefly much to her shame. She hadn’t even realized she went but then again, it’s not as if it was something she had to mind. Her unpotty training had been extensive. ”If only everyone could be as good of a little girl as you,” said Mrs. Smith with a pat to her head as the strap snapped back against her skin. Jenny fidgeted uncomfortable not from the warm mush in her bottom but from the fact that the Amazon’s statement couldn’t have been further from the truth. Jenny was not a good girl. She was a bad girl, sneaking away on their little diaper adventures, kissing boys and couldn’t help but dream about a life she was supposed to forget where she was a twenty - eight year old woman who just happened to be born the wrong size in the wrong dimension and made the stupid mistake of falling in love with an Amazon. Only, instead of taking her to bed she was seduced to the crib and the only action she got after was the touch of fingers spreading baby powder over her nether regions. She wasn’t being her usual self, quiet and avoidant. Jenny had never been a good liar and her hurting stomach was testament that she wouldn’t be able to ignore the Amazon’s suspicious eyes for long. But at the same time, she couldn’t just betray Charlie because she would be incriminating more than just herself and that wasn’t fair. “You’re awfully quiet, Jenny. Playing all by yourself… is something wrong?” Oh, there were a lot of things wrong… but Jenny couldn’t say. Mrs. Smith stood in front of her now, peering down with eyes that pierced right through her soul but the Little refused to bend. “J-jus’ tiew’” she responded, faking a yawn and giving her pacifier a hearty suckle. “We just did have nap time. Did you not sleep like a good girl?” Oh no. Jenny knows she has gotten herself stuck in a pickle now. If she continued her lie, she’d get a spanking. If she admitted that she’d lied, she’d get an extra big spanking. If she’d admitted that she’d lied and told the truth…. she’d get much more than a spanking. This was a lose - lose situation. The only question now was how much was she willing to tolerate. She’d had a spank free record of almost a week and that’s only because she hadn’t wanted to stop playing at bath time. Mrs. Smith leaned down suddenly, removing her paci and a cry of surprise sounds from her lips. Immediately she whines, reaching for it back but the Amazon makes a tsking sound with her lips and pockets it in her pants. Charlie looks over again, this time his face has paled and she can the pleading look in his eyes to stay quiet. Jenny is tempted, really she is, but makes the mistake of glancing at Shelly, all cozied up beside Charlie, makes her blood boil. “Well?” Mrs. Smith tapped her foot impatiently. “Was someone a naughty girl?” Very naughty. Jenny gulped, feeling a thick coating of sweat across her forehead. She fidgeted with her skirt, eyes looking every other way except at Mrs. Smith. “I thought you were a polite little girl but perhaps you need a reminder because ignoring grown ups, not sleeping, lying… that’s only something a bad little would do. Little Jenny isn’t a bad girl, is she?” Jenny tried to keep her lips shut, really she did, but the way Mrs. Smith looked at her, sent her insides into turmoil. Whatever control Jenny thought she possessed was no longer and with buckets of sweat dripping down her body, the words burst from her lips before she could help it and the truth came pouring out. And that was the problem of a little crush. It always turned into something more and Littles just didn’t have the mental or physical capacity to handle these great big emotions which is why the Amazons had to step in, never mind the outcry from the little boy - oops - little girl. Now, one month later, Jenny was happy for another girl friend even if little Lottie was always in a grumpy mood. It was a sacrifice that had to be made for the good of every Little at Sunshine Daycare to remember their place in this big world. Charlie had gone from sneaking around the playground stealing affection from equally eager diapered women to playing princess in the poofiest thickest dresses to exist. Little Charlie ceased to exist the day his last remaining sign of masculinity was caged away, nice and tight protected by a thick waddle-inducing diaper. He also took on a new identity by a little sissy boy named Lottie and Jenny couldn’t ignore the tremendous amount of pride that this transformation was her doing. Now, she had him all to herself and no other girl would pay the Sissy any attention because the one thing they’d craved had been stripped away. But for Jenny, that had never been a problem. While it was frustrating that her little side quests had resulted in the loss of her hands, stuck in these thick mittens, it was a small price to pay. She wouldn’t lie though and say that etiquette school a second time was fun but she learned an important lesson in not trying to be older than you are. Little girls have nap time for a reason. Little girls don’t play with their diapers for a reason. Little girls don’t ’make out’ with little boys for many different reasons. She had many messy days and sore bottoms to think about her actions and Jenny realized in the end that being big was hard and the cause of too many complications. She was still suffering from them a month later with a gurgling tummy, full backside, and continuous daily spankings. “It was just a little crush!” She’d exclaimed through tears, kicking her legs as she was thrown over the towering woman’s lap and a heavy hand smacked her bottom. “Just like you had on your mommy? We all know how that ended.” Etiquette school offered no mercy, verbally or physically, nor did she deserve it and Jenny had never felt smaller. The fateful night in topic was supposed to be a nice steak and wine dinner but the Little’s first mistake was accepting the dinner invitation. Her second mistake was tasting the tempting glass of alcohol that no Amazon would ever offer a Little and lastly, her biggest mistake was believing the Amazon could ever have a crush on her back. Needless to say, there was no such thing as just a little crush. There was no such thing as a little anything in this giant world. That is how the two Littles found themselves now, squatting at Daycare as a simultaneously rush of soapy water gurgled through their extended abdomens and they bared down, pushing, pushing, pushing - “Arghhh!” Lottie cried. “I’m a big boy! This isn’t fair! You did this to me!” Warm mush, big and smelly snaked out into the thick padding with eagerness as the Amazon’s approvingly watched from a distance. Jenny was very used to this by now and let her bowels do their magic. She couldn’t help but giggle in between grunts because Lottie was being so silly. She wasn't a boy, especially with that curly long perm and certainly wasn't big by the size of her diaper (no more pull-ups) filling up nice and messy. Even if this life wasn’t fair, there was no changing it now and they could only make the best of the situation. “Don’t worry, Lottie.” She panted, taking her hand. “We’ll never be apart now!” “I didn’t want it like this! I hate you!” Hate was such a silly thing that Jenny didn’t mind because one day he’d realize how right they were for each other- diapered together forever. ooOoo Author’s Note: Hey everyone! Here’s just another little short story I’ve had sitting in my drafts. It was written and cleaned up within less than an hour so if nothing makes much sense, I apologize 😭. Anyways, I love seeing your reviews and happy reading!!

“Do I have to take them down myself, little girl?” I hate it when my girlfriend calls me that! Yes, I’m six inches shorter. Yes, she’s eight years older. Yes, she’s the one in charge in our relationship, and yes, this whole domestic discipline thing had all been my idea three years ago, but I’m 30 and Not. A. Little! Girl! Dammit! But all I did instead was whine, “Not here. Please? I’m sorry. Can’t we just wait until we get home?” “Daphne,” Mary said, “this is not up for discussion. Besides, Brenna has seen plenty of bare bottoms spanked, including yours.” I glared at Brenna. We knew her through a local Fetlife group. Sometimes we did just plain vanilla stuff with her, like regular friends, like today, when she’d asked us for help planting trees in her yard. Mary has the green thumb. I hate yard work. “Bare? Can’t it just be over my shorts?” You’d think I’d have gotten used to being spanked, what with not a week going by when I wasn’t, but I never had, which I guess is the point. I looked at Brenna, who was smiling approvingly from the couch. Mary had pulled a kitchen chair into the living room and sat down. “Did your shorts make a rude comment to Brenna? Did your undies? So why would I spank those,” Mary asked me in her stern voice, the one she saves for when she’s talking to me like I’m a naughty little kid. “No,” I mumbled. I’d learned the hard way that there is no such thing as a rhetorical question when I’m in trouble. Mary reached out and grabbed me by the waistband of my innocent shorts and pulled me closer. None of this would have happened if Brenna had just been grateful we were over there helping in the first place. So I’m not Ma Nature - did it really matter if the hole wasn’t exactly fifteen inches deep? Of course, I do have a tendency to kill houseplants, even succulents. But anyway, she was harping on it, and I got irritated and said, “Then why don’t you just do it yourself, dammit?” I’m not sure if I’d have been in so much trouble if I hadn’t added the ‘dammit.’ At least I didn’t interfere while Mary popped the button on my shorts and whisked them, along with my panties, down to me ankles. “How did you get so dirty, anyway,” Daphne asked. “Not like you were putting that much effort into it.” I didn’t need to respond because Mary easily tossed me over her knee. My hands were on the floor, but my feet were not, leaving my butt hanging there. “Anything to say, Daphne,” Mary asked as she rubbed my butt. “I’m really sorry?” “Not as sorry as you will be.” That little rub is all I ever get for a warm up. Mary believes spankings are best delivered hard and fast, and within ten second she’d probably spanked me thirty times. This all started as a relationship with spanking involved, a little role play and bedroom fun. I even spanked her a couple times, though neither of us liked it. Eventually, I said I wanted it to be more than roleplay. I wanted it to be our lifestyle. I shortly thereafter found out just how many issues Mary had with my behavior and how much she’d been wanting to fix them for a while by then. But I wasn’t thinking about the time she had needed to spank me three times in one day. I was thinking about the spanking she was giving me right then. Mary is thorough in everything she does, and a creature of habit. She always starts out spanking me seemingly at random, no order to which side she wails on or how many. She likes to make sure I can’t anticipate anything. I lay there doing my best to hold still and be quiet, trying to keep my eyes closed and pretend Brenna wasn’t there, probably smiling. Only when my butt is a dark pink from top to sit spots does Mary really get going. As she says, this is when the real spanking starts. She stopped assaulting my butt and said, “Hand me the paddle, Daphne.” I freakin’ hate the thing. It’s small, heavy, and has four holes in it. She got it specifically to keep in her purse. She could just use her hairbrush when she disciplines me away from home (dressing rooms are the worst - everyone can hear!), but no, she says knowing she has a just-for-spanking implement with her at all times does a better job reminding me to behave. I pick it up with my left hand and reach behind me to give it to her. She takes it, then takes my arm and pins it behind my back. I’m a wiggler when she uses that thing. She’s like a freakin’ ninja with it. Equal parts thuddy and stingy, she paddles as fast as she hand spanks, but in a tight pattern. Up and down, each spank overlapping with the one before it, in a tight row, then shifting over and working a line from top to sit spot again. She never makes it from one side to the other but that I go from grunts to sobs to tears. Every. Damn. Time. The small paddle bounces off my bottom so fast I don’t even feel the individual spanks anymore. It’s all one swollen throb. She’s gentle, by comparison, with my thighs, but before she’s done with those ten spanks to the tender backs of my legs, I frantically promise, “I’m sorry! I’ll be good! I’ll be good!” Mary finished the last spank, and I lay over limp over her soft lap, big tears falling, and my nose running. It takes me a few seconds to realize Mary is rubbing my back, like she always does after a hard spanking, shushing me gently. When I’m ready, I start to get up, and Mary helps me so that I’m sitting on her lap, my crimson bottom aching when I do, and crying into her shirt as she calms me. “It’s okay, little girl,” she coos to me, “All is forgiven.” She kisses my temple. “Let it all out. That’s my brave girl.” When I get myself under control, though still struggling with the occasional sob and needing badly to blow my nose, she helps me off her lap. “What do you say to Brenna,” Mary asked. I don’t know when I kicked off my shorts and panties, nor do I care. I shuffled over to Brenna. “I’m sorry for being rude,” I said. “I forgive you,” she says, opening her arms. Brenna is big woman, and I all but collapse into her softness. I do like her, even though she has a way of bringing out the brat in me, but that brat never seems to be that far away. I stand between her big thighs, and she rubs my butt with one hand while she hugs me with the other. I’m grateful she does because I’m not allowed to rub. “Mary, why don’t you go take her to wash her face, and I’ll get lunch ready,” Brenna suggests. “Can I have my shorts back,” I ask meekly. “After lunch,” Mary says, holding out her hand. I take it. I like Mary’s hands. I also know she’s gonna lift me up and seat me on the cold vanity, and that it’s gonna feel good for about five seconds then feel clammy and hard. After lunch, I’m for sure gonna dig those holes right, and without a world of complaint.

One of my close friends thats aware of my little side randomly suprised me with this onesie today. Shes so sweet 🥺 Also I just realized this is the first photo i've ever uploaded with my face in it o: hi hi 👋

Been enjoying this game latley and looking for some friends to play with. my username is iAreButterz if u wanna add me 😊

Did not expect huggies to release a 5t-6t version of their night time pull ups. But to my suprise they did and I couldn't be more happier. These seem to be a bit more stretchier then the regular 5T-6T pull ups and definitely a lot more absorbant. They feature two cute sleepy mickey mouse designs. I've already went potty 3 times in mine and no leaks! I highly recommend giving these a try if you're a pull ups fan 😊

DIAPERED TALES FROM THE WASTELAND EPISODE 1 LEAVING THE LITTLE VAULT War. War never changes. In the year 2077, bombs were dropped across most of North America, wiping it away in less than two hours. But locked underground, protected from the blasts, some managed to escape into the safety of the Vaults. Deep in the heart of Virginia, lies Vault 82. The people of Vault 82 have lived peaceful lives for over ninety years. Most do not know what it’s like in the outside world–that outside the vault, they don’t sleep in cribs, that they aren’t able to play all day long without worry, and that they don’t even wear diapers. Armed with fresh padding, a dino pacifier, and the collected knowledge of his vault, Joe Palmer has been chosen to lead the first expedition outside in nearly one hundred years. But what will he find? “You’ve got your paci?” Mom asked, I pulled out my pacifier, tied on a lanyard around my neck. She nodded. “And you’ve packed spare diapers?” She checked my bag again, going through its contents one by one. “You don’t know if there’ll be any on the outside.” “I know mom!” I said, “And yes, I’ve packed spares.” I shrugged her off me–everyone was watching from behind. “Okay. I only ask because I love you, kiddo.” she smiled sweetly. “Already going out… ah. You’ve grown up so fast. Only twenty years ago you were this high!” she said, gesturing just below her knee. “Now look at you!” she leapt on me with a tight hug. “Moooom, you’re embarrassing me!” Even though she was squeezing me so hard I thought I would pass out, I accepted the hug, not knowing if I would see her again. Just before she broke away, I felt her tense up. She grunted a little, then sighed and went limp. The smell of her dirty diaper hit my nose almost immediately. As gross as it was, it didn’t bother me so much. It was the smell of home after all, a home I was about to leave for the first time. “We’re all so proud!” she gave one last, wan smile, then made her way back to the gathered group, waddling around in her freshly-filled padding. Overseer Carmichael nodded. “You’re doing a fine thing, son.” he said, and he gave me a brisk pat on the shoulder. “You get an idea of your surroundings, then come straight back here. Be gone no more than three days, understand?” “I do Overseer.” I gave a determined nod. “Good lad. We’ll have a good ol’ play party waiting for you when you get back.” he winked, and I gave him a smile. “You ready?” I looked around the room one last time. Two dozen or so people had gathered here, out of the three-hundred people who inhabited the vault. All these people had come to see me leave, I nodded to each of them. I was so nervous, my hands were sweaty and I swear I was already beginning to leak a little into my diaper. At least I would have that comfort, that reminder of the vault. “I’m ready.” I nodded to Overseer Carmicheal. The Overseer nodded slowly back, and moved up to the console, ready to open the inner doors. Everyone took a step back, I heard them draw in breath. I touched all of my equipment again, to make sure it was there–my supply bag (with food, spare diapers, and Mister Fancypants the teddy bear, of course), my holstered gun, and my pip-boy. “Joseph Olsen Palmer, we wish you good luck, and safe travels.” The Overseer pressed a button on the console, and an arm swung around to grasp at the inner door. It slid open smoothly, and spun out of the way. I took in a deep breath, refusing to look back at what I was leaving behind, and made for the outer door. The inner door locked behind me with a loud clang, and I was alone. I knew that the people of vault 82, the people I most cared about, were just behind the door, but that didn’t stop my nerves. This was it, the last chance I had to turn back, I almost went for it, went to knock on the door and call it in already. But then I saw everyone’s faces again, and the hope they had for me. So I remained alone in the darkness. Despite it all, I felt the bulk of my diaper keeping me safe under my onesie. Resolutely, I took my green dinosaur pacifier, and stuck it in my mouth. Feeling much better about my chances now that I had Tommy the T-Rex on my side, I stepped up to the outer door. It was angled slightly, tilted towards the floor like a massive hatch. I knew that when it opened, the first thing I would see would be the endless sky, just like the one painted above my crib. But so much more real. The outer door opened with much less grace than the inner one had. The machinery squealed and groaned, as if the vault itself was in pain. How long had it been shut? Nearly a hundred years? Three generations of people had never seen the outside world. My own grandpa had told me stories of when he was little, before the bombs. He’d said that people ‘potty-trained’ back then, and only wore diapers when they were little. He told me how angry he had been when they told him he’d had to start using diapers again, but after everyone began using them, he came around to the idea. Eighty years later, and diapers were the norm. It was terrifying, how quickly things could change. Vault 82 was a place to relax, and let all your worries–potty training included–disappear. Soon I would have to change my own diapers, sleep outside of a crib, and find my own food. My nerves rose suddenly, and I tried not to panic. Why was I leaving it all behind? Why did things have to change? The door inched open, and I recoiled. A golden ray of light shone through the small gap, brighter and warmer than I had ever experienced before. The sun. My panic transformed into excitement. This is why I was going out–to finally see what was outside, after all this time. The door opened completely, leaving a light cloud of dust in its wake. With a broad smile, and a mostly clean diaper, I stepped into the outside world. *** The massive door, with Vault 82 written big on the front, slowly rolled back into place, and I checked my pip-boy–the slow clicking counter meant radiation levels matched our initial scan. So that was good. I looked around. Ahead of me was a wide, open concrete plain, dotted with the broken ruins of old buildings, and beyond that, the hills. Apparently this place was an airport, once used by soldiers, though I didn’t see any airplanes like the toy ones we had in the vault. My pip-boy had been loaded with old maps of a town called Blackstone, in what used to be Virginia. My job was simple–match the maps to the world outside. “Oh! This is going to be so fun!” I wiggled about, unable to keep my excitement hidden away. I decided my first job was to update the area right outside the vault, so I waddle-marched all around it, and got some measurements, and made sure that the maps were up-to-date. After about an hour, just as I was coming to the end of my first survey, I realized that without thinking, I was weeing. My diaper had done a good job of soaking the accident (thank goodness) but I stopped as soon as I realized I was going. I didn’t have many diapers out here, and they would need to be rationed, so that meant holding it in as long as possible. I sighed, left with no choice but to endure the uncomfortable feeling of needing to pee pee. At least my diaper was nice and squishy now. I gave the front a poke, and giggled at the way it moved about. “Right then,” I said, taking out my checklist, “Item number twosies! Check for human activity.” The airbase was big, so big that I could barely see Vault 82 in the distance by the time I reached the edge. It was so quiet out here, I was sure that if other humans were around I would have heard some by now. Suddenly feeling very lonely, I decided it would be best if Mister Fancypants joined me out of my bag, and took him to cuddle while I continued doing a lap around the airbase. His legs dangled beneath him, whenever I got nervous I squeezed his fuzzy fur. Mister Fancypants had been with me nearly my entire life, and had insisted on bringing him with me. It wasn’t long before I came across a small group of houses on the edge of the airbase. The need to pee grew with every minute I was walking, but I knew if I could just hold on a little longer, I could save diapers for the rest of the trip. Plus, I wasn’t looking forward to changing myself all the way out here. I’d practiced a lot but I still wasn’t very good. I didn’t manage to hold it very long. Before I had completed another, wider circle around the airbase, I had to stop in a little forested area. I wriggled my legs, and squeezed them together as tightly as I could, but I struggled to push them all the way. My puffy diaper prevented me from pressing them together, and stopped me from holding myself to stop the wee, though I gave it my best shot at pushing into the padding. Before long, I was jumping from foot-to-foot doing a little potty dance. It was very rare that we had to hold our bladders in the vault, normally we just went whenever nature called, and got changed later, after all that’s what diapers were for. Unfortunately, that meant I struggled desperately with the weight of pee in my tummy, and felt a little leak into my diaper without warning. I hugged Mister Fancypants tighter, and tried my best to hold it in, but my best wasn’t enough. “N-nooooo!” Suddenly, the dam burst open, and immediately my diaper grew warm. It spread up the front of my padding, and across my bottom at the back, and made everything soft and squishy. “Aahhhh!” I gave an almighty sigh, and felt myself sag, my legs no longer tense with holding back my accident. The padding around my waist swelled and spread my legs apart even wider, until eventually my stream stopped. “Nnnnn. That felt goooood.” I said with a silly smile across my face. The now pleasantly warm diaper squished when I poked at it, now almost completely saturated. “Wow. I really had to go, didn’t I, Mister Fancypants?” I looked down at my teddy, but he gave me a blank stare back. “No need to be so mean Mister Fancypants, I really couldn’t hold it anymore!” Mister Fancypants didn’t respond. Deciding to continue my survey, I let my soaking diaper sag beneath me as I walked. There was no point in changing yet, after all I still had work to do. Besides the fact that I may as well use my diaper as much as I could before a change, I kind of wanted to find somewhere a little more private, and safe. Despite my earlier confidence being out here in the wild was beginning to give me the willies. My survey ended with a small, surprisingly neat, house on the edge of the forest. I guessed that this was the way into Blackstone, based on my maps. It was beginning to get late, and after wetting my diaper another few times, I decided it might be best to make a little camp in the building. I also quickly realized I should also probably change myself before I got a rash, or worse, leaked. I didn’t want to ruin my onesie. The house looked like a standard pre-war house, the sort I had seen in pictures in the vault. The garden, once cared for, had been left to grow messy and patchy. The wooden fence had nearly rotted away completely, but there were very few weeds, and hardly any rubble, unlike the ones I had seen earlier. I had expected the place to be in worse condition inside, but apart from a small layer of dust and a few webs here and there, it looked almost completely untouched. I stood still for a moment, and sucked thoughtfully on Tommy the T-Rex. “Yes. Dis will do niwcely.” I said from behind my paci. I uncoiled my bed-roll to act as a changing mat. It wasn’t like the ones back home, but it would do. “I can do dis. I can do dis.” I repeated to myself. With a squish that sent the yellowed padding outward, I sat down on my diaper. Getting the old diaper off was the easy bit. I ripped open the tapes, and pulled it open, revealing the very yellow padding beneath. It was all swollen and heavy. I folded it into a weighty little package, and then into a plastic bag–it was important to dispose of the diaper ethically after all, and not just leave it on the ground, even if the world had been nuked to oblivion. Right. I steeled myself. Now that the easy bit was done, things got a little trickier. After wiping myself down with a damp washcloth, I carefully retrieved the clean padding and placed it beneath me. I’d seen the Mister Handy caretakers back in the vault do this a million times, how hard could it be? I powdered over my diapered area, then lifted the front up against my belly, and leant back a little so it would stay there. Then I went to fold the back up. But by the time I turned back around, the front had fallen down again. “Mmmfff! Why is this so hard?” I tried again, but this time, focused on one side at a time. This worked much better, and I was able to stick the left side together with a single, loose tape. However, before I could continue, I heard a loud clang. My heart leaped in my chest, my hairs stood on end. I looked around the empty room, but there was no one there. Just the silence. Quickly, I went to tape up the rest of my fresh diaper. But before I could finish, I heard a familiar voice. “Get out of here, you burglar scum!” The voice called from another room. I shot up, my diaper still half-undone. “Sorry, I didn’t know this place was … well I thought everyone was dead.” “Are you trying to tell me you killed everyone? Good lord!” The voice said, growing closer. It mingled in with a gentle whirring, almost as if… “No I–” I went to protest, but just as the voice rounded the corner, I realized why it was so familiar. “A Mister Handy unit!” It must have been the one keeping the house clean. But something was wrong. The Mister Handy came through the door, from the darkness on the other-side. It’s voice was more crackly than the ones from 82, and one of its eyes was… well it wasn’t there at all. I backed up slowly. “Sowwy! I can leave ifu want?” I said, but the Mister Handy did not reply. It stopped for a moment, and moved its eye up and down, as if it was scanning me. “I-I-I-Intruders will not be t-t-tolerated!” It said, crackling. Suddenly, one of its arms arose with an attachment I’d never seen before–a buzzsaw. It whirred into motion, spinning sharp and deadly, and rushed toward me. “No!” I shouted, my paci fell out of my mouth, and not knowing what else to do I grabbed my gun. But I was too slow, before I could completely draw it, the Mister Handy’s buzzsaw launched at me. I moved out the way just in time, and the saw buried itself in the wall behind me. My gun fell to the floor. I reached for it, but the buzzsaw swooped in and I fell backwards with a crash. The Mister handy rotated, its eye focusing on me like the aperture of a camera. But when the robot tried to rush at me again, it found itself stuck for a moment, before lurching free. That gave me an idea. Quickly, carefully, I aligned myself with a light switch to my back. “Come on!” I shouted, which seemed to enrage the robot. “Intruders will not be tolerated!” Despite the strange nonchalance of its voice, it rushed at me again. I dove out the way, onto the carpet, and the Mister Handy shot straight into the wall. Its metal buzzsaw made contact with the light switch, and the wires inside. Electricity ran through it, arching and sputtering. The lights flickered on for the first time in decades, then sparked off again. I took the distraction to crawl madly for my gun. But I didn’t need it. The Mister Handy recoiled, its head spun wildly. “I-I-I-Intru-d-d-d-W-welcome home s-s-s-sir! I have ma-a-a-ade-t-traditional-carpet cleaner--s-shopping–the b-b-baby is asleep now–” and with a final garbled mess of words, its glowing eyes flickered off, and it went limp. I released a breath I forgot I was holding, and the silence returned again. *** Over the next hour, I dove into the Mister Handy’s wiring. Back in the vault, we hadn’t the resources to spare to send one with me, but if I could bring this one back, or even get it to help me out here… Thankfully, the robots were so important to our way of life in Vault 82, most people learn to take them apart and put them back together again before they turn eighteen. I was never the best at it, but I knew my way around them well enough. I decided to remove the buzzsaw attachment out of caution, and replaced it with a Rob-Co certified posable hand I found in the garage. Whilst I was at it, I renamed the unit Basil, after a pre-war TV-show they showed in the vaults. It was getting dark by the time I found the program settings, the sun was red in the sky, and golden in the treetops. The neon-green light of my pip-boy was all that lit me in the dark room. “Gardener, no. Shopkeeper, no. Driver, not that. Mmmmm, ahha–Babysitter.” I let the program run, and Basil suddenly burst into life again. Immediately, I backed up and held my gun at his eye. The robot rose quickly, and spun about itself. “Re-re-rebooting…” It stuttered, and went quiet. I worried that I had messed up the program for a moment, and quickly put my paci in my mouth for reassurance. Then, “Can I be of service, master?” The robot hovered, clearly waiting for instruction. I frowned. “What mode is cuwwently activated?” I asked through my pacifier. “Babysitter mode is activated, master. Where is said baby in need of sitting?” “Oh, I … right here.” I gestured to all of me. “Oh dear! Well we can’t have you in that state, can we master?” The Mister Handy moved towards me, and I flinched despite myself. “No…? What are you doing?” I asked nervously. “Why, changing your diaper of course, look at the state it’s in! I do say… wheoever put it on you needs a right bloody scolding” At Basil’s words, I looked down. With everything that had happened, I had forgotten to put the diaper on properly, and it still hung lopsided off me. I realized, too, that it had been a while since I last changed it, and I felt a familiar sensation below… “Hang on …” the robot paused, “What do good boys say?” “Pweese? Pweese would you change my diapee? And, could you pweese hurry? I fink I need to pee again.” “Of course!” The robot said, “And what a good little boy you are for remembering your manners!” Basil’s hand patted me on the head and I giggled. It was almost like being back in the vault. With some proper repairs, this unit could be good-as-new. I laid back down and clutched Mister Fancypants in my arms as the robot inspected my bare butt. Basil was much better at changing my diaper than I had been. For the most part, I just lay there and stared at the ceiling, sucking on my T-Rex paci as Basil cleaned me up. It felt good to be properly padded again, with the familiar bulk pushing my legs apart. Basil was a fast changer too, which was good, because I was growing desperate. Almost as soon as he had finished fastening the tapes, I let out a sigh, and felt my diaper expand as I wet it again. “My, my. Wet already! Do you need me to change you again, Master?” “No, I should be fine until the morning. Fankoo!” I slept surprisingly well that night. In fact, I slept almost like a baby. Maybe it was because I was so exhausted from the day, or maybe it was because I knew I had Basil and Mister Fancypants watching over me. Either way, I woke up early the next morning, ready to take on the day’s challenge–going further afield. Basil changed me out of a thoroughly soaked diaper, and together we made our way out. With a fresh diaper, Mister Fancypants, and Basil by my side, things were looking up. Perhaps, finally, I would be able to see what remained of the world, after all this time… END OF CHAPTER 1

DISCLAIMER: IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ! If you have not read my first story: Little Beginnings: New Life - I HIGHLY suggest you do so! This story will make a lot more sense if you do. It’s where the main character is first introduced and you and learn a lot about the little community I have created. ooOoo Chapter 1: Three Months Before The moment she stepped out of the cab, her skin began to burn. Luna groaned, enduring the full force of the simmering summer heat. This was the exact reason she never wanted to come to the South. There wasn’t anything she hated more than the sun, and by the end of the day, she’d be as red as a lobster. Her father always said it was their Irish blood and she’d roll her eyes in return. No shit sherlock. They were as white as the freakin moon. For sure, she’d stand out among the throng of tanned bodies, which in her case, was not a good thing. She wasn’t sure how long she would stay but Luna had gotten a credible lead on her dad. One she couldn’t ignore. And if the authorities were still scouring Raleigh, it would only take them hours to realize that she was no longer there. “Hello, Miss?” the driver grumbled, knocking her from her thoughts. “You gonna pay me or what? I’m not gonna sit here all day.” He was a grumpy old man who’d only reluctantly driven her all the way out here from North Carolina after promising a generous pay. She’d had to leave earlier than expected and while inconvenient, made her aware of how comfortable she’d become. Never did she stay in one place for more than a few months. It wasn’t safe. “O-of course,” she blushed as she fumbled around in her wallet and pulled out one hundred dollars for the driver. Despite his less-than-stellar personality, he knew when to stay quiet and not ask questions. That was good enough for her. She carried only the bag on her back and money to last her at least another year and a half. After that, she wasn’t sure what she would do. Luna watched the car take off down the dirt path before finally exhaling the breath she’d been holding in the entire ride. There was an eerie silence. A sort of calm before the storm. Luna had only ever known noise, growing up in the heart of Manhatten. Her father explained the importance of hiding in plain sight. Nobody would expect them to be in bustling New York City, a place known for the attention and spotlight. It was perfect… until it wasn’t. Now, looking straight ahead, Luna wondered if she had the right place. The roof of the red farmhouse was dilapidated and the land looked absolutely dead. Anyone who happened upon the house would believe it was abandoned. Though that was the point. No one was supposed to know this place existed. Luna had only found it due to her father. He was the reason she’d not been caught yet. The girl walked ahead with a renewed sense of purpose. The boards below her feet creaked and she rapped her knuckle, three than two than six times, on the faded white door. She clutched a swiss army knife in her other hand, hidden in her pocket. “Always be prepared.” Her father taught her. “Never hesitate.” She was literally in the middle of nowhere-bumfuck-South Carolina. No one would see her if she was kidnapped. No one would hear her if she screamed. Being vulnerable was something she did not like. The door opened a crack and dark brown eyes peered at her. Her hand tightened around the knife and heart frantically raced. “Who sent you?” it was a woman’s voice who asked. “Martin Creevy.” she used her father’s alias. “I assume you’ve heard of him before.” Oh, the woman definitely had by the way her eyes lit up. The door closed in her face and for a moment, Luna thought she’d been turned away. However, there was a click and suddenly it opened again, wider. “We’ve been expecting you,” she said, motioning with her hand. “C’mon in.” Despite the raised hairs on the back of her neck, she stepped over the threshold into the house. There was no turning back, only moving forward. She never could stop moving, searching. Not until he was found. The door slammed shut and Luna jumped, spinning around. She watched the woman re-chain the door and turn the several deadbolts. From the outside, it looked like nothing. Her eyes wandered around, trying to adjust to the darkness. They were in a narrow hallway, with no lights and no other exit. A few pictures adorned the walls and they stood on a dusty old rug. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of mothballs and she leaned on each leg, testing the uneven floor. “You don’t think much of it.” Her eyes flashed back to the woman, who stared intently at her. “It’s just… different.” her bow-shaped lips pursed together. “Where do we go?” “Down.” “Down?” Luna didn’t think she meant literally, but she did. She watched as the woman bent down and peeled back the rug, revealing the wooden floor and… a hatch? “We take our security very seriously. There’s a ladder going down,” she explained, unlocking and lifting up the door. “You go first. I’ll follow.” ooOoo It was a tiny house. That, Luna had been sure of when she saw it from outside but inside, down here, was big. She supposed the basement would be large but not this big.They stood in the kitchen, which had no wall and lead right into the dining room where there was a small wooden table. Unable to help but gap, eyes going wide, the woman laughed, coming from behind her. “Don’t keep your mouth open too long. You’re gonna catch flies.” Her mouth instantly snapped shut and a furious blush spread across her face. Her blue eyes drifted over the woman beside her as she could see her properly for the first time in the light. She had a heart-shaped face and kind but weary brown eyes, that looked to have seen too much pain over the years. And despite her smooth, unwrinkled brown skin, her hair, which Luna could imagine must have been dark black at one point, now greyed. A few loose curls hung in her face and her lips formed a thin smile. “You look like your father.” Her brows furrowed together. She knew her father? “You have the same face but your eyes, they are exactly like your mother’s.” Her lips parted and she stilled. Her only reaction was to blink. “Call me Sue,” the woman offered no other explanation. “I always wondered when we would meet.” Still, she couldn’t bring herself to react. “This is the MacIntosh Safe House. I suspect this is the first one you have come across?” It was. Before, she was squatting in random abandoned buildings, resting while she had the chance. She knew there were safe houses, just didn’t know how to find them. “Sit down, Hon,” the wom- Sue, headed toward the kitchen cabinets, searching through them. “You’re exhausted. I’ll make you a snack.” Her feet moved on her own accord and sat down on the stool at the island table. Sue chopped an apple into slices. MacIntosh. She gulped, trying to find the courage to speak but was, she felt… Luna didn’t know how she felt. The strong confident girl from a few hours ago was gone and didn’t know what had happened to her. “My name is-” “I don’t want to know your real name.” she interrupted, not looking up from the cutting board. “Do you believe my name is actually Sue?” The girl did believe, well, at least up until now. “Charlie.” she made up on the spot. “Call me Charlie.” “Nice to meet you, Charlie.” The name sounded strange as the woman referred to her as it but Luna knew it was better this way. There was nothing to tie her to here. Well, except the driver but she doubted he’d remember. “I’m sure you have many questions and I’ll wait to answer them until you meet the others. It’s not common that we have a new person.” “The others? Oh, and I’m not planning on staying long. I’m just passing through.” She passed the plate across the table with the freshly cut apple slices and smiled. “Of course, you aren't.” The woman didn’t seem to believe her. However, the girl nibbled on the apple, realizing for the first time just how hungry she was. “There are six other people staying here. Three are out right now and the others are in the next room.” Glancing at the doorway in the dining room, she could hear the faintest sound. Was that a tv? There were a few voices. “Your father always bragged about how smart you were and never did I not believe him. You found us, which is not easy to do.” she leaned back against the oak cabinet. “How long ago did he go missing?” “Two years ago.” she ignored the heavy feeling in her heart. Realistically, he’d been preparing her for this since the moment she could walk and talk; but since it had happened, she’d never had time to fully comprehend. “He told me to run and not look back if they ever found us. He said that if he was captured then he’d find his way back to me someday. I believed him for a long time. Now, I’m less optimistic.” She sucked the tart flavor off of her fingers. The apples were gone. She’d eaten them all. “I didn’t believe it when he first told me about the communities, age play, and all of that stuff.” her lips curled up. “If the government knew, why hadn’t they put a stop to it? Innocent people are being kidnapped. My mother was kidnapped. Now my father. It made no sense.” At least, it used to not make sense. But now she realized, anything the government profited off of made perfect sense. Kidnapping defenseless people, stripping away their rights, all for what? To create a better nation? Her parents knew the price they would pay for speaking out about the secret age play communities and the government-sanctioned kidnappings. They just didn’t expect it would go this far- being on the run, living in hiding. And her mother especially didn’t expect she would get pregnant. Now she was destined for a life on the run. That is unless she wanted to get taken and forced back into diapers, made to shit and piss herself, play mindless baby games, and be just some sick couple’s object of amusement. That’s what had happened to her parents, she was sure of it. The only other option was that they were dead. Luna would gladly choose the second option if it came to it. No way would they take her alive. If Sue noticed the faraway look in her eyes, she didn’t comment. Instead, she took the dirty plate, dumping it in the sink. “Why don’t we go say hello to the others.” “Now?” she stammered. Growing up homeschooled, her interaction with people was severely limited. Being alone was what she preferred. It's what she was best at. “Yes, there’s just one thing you have to know." "What?" "Try not to stare.” “Stare?” “Mary gets mad and Tina can't help what was done to her.” Luna didn’t know what that was supposed to mean and tried to shrug off the uncomfortable feeling, but it just wouldn’t go away. ooOoo A/N: Hello everyone! I promised I would post soon and I did! I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter and you may notice two familiar names :). If it doesn’t make sense at first, trust me it will soon! I will be alternating, telling Luna’s (Lulu) story from before she was taken and after in Henderson. I will touch a bit on the hospital but it will mostly be her life after. I should update again soon but I hope you all enjoy!