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Chapter 1: The castle nursery is a haven of soft pastels: plush cream carpet, a rocking horse carved from pale wood, and a changing table piled high with folded squares of pink fabric, each embroidered with a tiny, gilded tiara. The air is warm, smelling faintly of lavender and fresh powder. Princess Peach sits on the floor, her satin dress pooled around her, her shoulders slumped. She traces a pattern on the floorboards with a single, polished fingernail, her brows knitted together. The weight of her crown, even when not on her head, feels immense today. The council meetings, the diplomatic letters, the endless, gentle guidance required for her people- it presses down on her, a heavy, invisible hand. Mario kneels in front of her, his expression soft and knowing. He wears his usual red shirt and blue overalls, but his posture is relaxed, his arms open. "Hey, Peachie," he says, his voice a low, gentle rumble. "Long day?" She looks up, her blue eyes wide and shimmering. A single tear wells at the corner, tracking a slow path down her cheek. She doesn't answer, just gives a small, almost imperceptible nod. He reaches out and brushes the tear away with his thumb. "It's okay, little sister. Your big brother's here now." He scoops her into his arms as if she weighs nothing, settling her on his lap. She immediately melts against him, burying her face in the familiar warmth of his overalls. The fabric smells of him, of sunshine and adventure and safety. "Do you need to be little for a while?" Her response is a muffled whimper against his chest, followed by a soft, "Mawio..." "That's my girl," he murmurs, rocking her gently. "That's my good girl. Let's get you out of these big girl clothes, huh?" He carries her to the changing table, laying her down on the padded mat. With practiced, gentle hands, he unzips her elaborate gown, carefully lifting her arms to slide it off. He folds it neatly and places it on a nearby chair, followed by her silky tights and royal slippers. Now she's just Peach, shivering slightly in her cotton slip, looking up at him with complete trust. Mario reaches for the stack of diapers. He pulls one free- a thick, soft puff of pink, the plastic shell smooth and cool. In the center, the embroidered tiara gleams a cheerful, bright gold. "Perfect for our little Princess," he says, holding it up for her to see. A small, genuine smile touches her lips. "Pwincess," she babbles, kicking her feet. "Exactly right," Mario agrees, unfolding the diaper with a soft crinkle. He lifts her legs by the ankles, sliding the thick padding under her bottom. The soft fluff encases her, a warm, secure cloud. He pulls the front panel up snugly between her legs, making sure the leak guards are positioned just right before fastening the tapes on either side. The diaper is on, a bulky, pink reminder that she has no responsibilities now. She is small and she is cared for. "There now," he says, patting the front of her diaper gently. "All cozy and safe in your special princess pants." The golden tiara on the front seems to wink in the soft light. "Doesn't that feel better?" Peach wriggles, a happy sigh escaping her. "Buhbuh," she says, her hands coming down to pat the thick padding around her hips. The bulk feels right, a comforting pressure against her skin. Mario laughs, a warm, genuine sound. "That's right. Buhbuh's here." He scoops her up again, the thick diaper rustling with the movement. "What should we play with today, little sis? Blocks? Or maybe read a story?" She points a small finger towards a colorful bin in the corner. "Bwocks!" "Blocks it is!" He carries her over to a large, circular play mat and sets her down in the center. The diaper provides a soft cushion for her bottom as she sits. He dumps the bin over, and a cascade of bright, oversized wooden blocks clatters onto the mat. Peach immediately grabs a blue one, holding it up for him to see. "Bwoo!" "Very blue!" Mario confirms, sitting cross legged opposite her. He picks up a red block. "Red!" They play for a while, a simple game of naming colors and stacking precarious towers. Peach's babble is a constant, happy stream of "buhbuh," "pwincess," and "up!" when she wants him to add another block to their creation. Her movements are clumsy, her focus entirely on the simple task in front of her. The crown, the kingdom, the worries- they're all gone. There is only Mario, the blocks, and the soft, secure feeling of her diaper. They play a few minutes more before Peach's attention wanders. She crawls away from the blocks on her hands and knees, her padded bottom wiggling in the air. She finds her favorite teddy bear, a plush brown one with a red bow tie, and hugs it tight, rocking back and forth on her bottom. Mario watches her, a fond smile on his face. "Having fun with Sir Teddington?" She looks up at him, her eyes shining. "Tedd-uh," she says, patting the bear's head. She then crawls back to him, climbing onto his lap and settling in, her head against his chest. The bulk of the diaper pushes her legs apart, making her sit securely against him. He wraps an arm around her, holding her close. "You're doing so good today, Peachie. So calm." He feels her relax completely in his arms, her breathing soft and even. He keeps rocking her, humming a simple tune. The nursery is peaceful, the only sounds the gentle hum of his voice, the rustle of plastic, and the soft babble of the little girl in his arms. This is their secret. This is their safe space. It's a little while later that Mario notices the small change. On the front of Peach's diaper, peeking out from where it presses against his overalls, the tiny golden tiara has begun to fade. It's no longer a brilliant, sparkling gold. It's slowly, surely, turning a soft, pale pink. He gently pats her back. "Hey, little one. Someone's getting a little pink down there, huh?" Peach wiggles, a soft sigh escaping her lips. She doesn't seem to mind, just snuggles deeper into the warmth of the wet padding. "Pee pee, buhbuh," she whispers, her speech slurry and sleepy. "I know, sis," Mario says softly. "It's okay. Big brother's got you." He continues to hold her and rock her for a few more minutes, letting her enjoy the warmth before the discomfort sets in. When her face starts to scrunch up just a little, he decides it's time. "Alright, little Princess. Let's get you changed into a fresh, dry diaper." He lifts her, carrying her back to the changing table. She lies placidly while he works, her eyes half closed. With gentle, efficient movements, he unfastens the tapes, the pink tiara now a vivid reminder of its use. He cleans her with warm, damp wipes, the scent of baby powder filling the air again. The wet diaper is bundled up and disposed of, and a fresh, dry, pink one is secured around her hips. The tiara on this one is a brilliant, shiny gold once more. "There we go," Mario says, patting the fresh diaper. "All clean and dry for my baby sister." He dresses her in a simple, soft pink onesie, the snaps at the crotch fastening easily over the bulk of her new diaper. Peach coos happily, kicking her feet. She looks completely content, her earlier stress a distant memory. After her diaper change, Mario's stomach rumbles. "Time for a snack, I think! What does my little Princess want to eat?" "Appy!" she says instantly, her face lighting up. "Appy sauce!" "Apple sauce it is," Mario chuckles. He gets her settled into a large, wooden high chair, strapping her in securely. The tray clicks into place in front of her. He returns a moment later with a small bowl of warm, smooth apple sauce and a soft tipped baby spoon. "Open wide for the airplane!" he says, scooting a spoonful towards her face. She opens her mouth obediently, her eyes focused on the spoon. The apple sauce is sweet and familiar. "Mmm," she hums, swallowing it down. "Mawio, more!" "You got it, Peachie." He feeds her another spoonful, and another, making airplane and train noises as he does. She giggles, her happy babbling mixing with the sounds of her eating. A little bit of sauce smears on her cheek, but Mario just wipes it away with a smile. By the end of the snack, her belly is full and she's starting to look sleepy again. He wipes her face and hands clean, then unstraps her from the high chair. He carries her over to the rocking chair by the window, sitting down with her cradled in his arms. He's not sure if she's fallen asleep or is just drowsy and content when he feels it. A sudden tension in her little body, her legs straightening out against him. Her head, which had been lolling sleepily against his shoulder, lifts. Her babbling, which had faded to happy murmurs, ceases entirely. He glances down. Her brow is furrowed in concentration, her bottom lip pushed out in a slight pout. Her hands, which had been clutching his overalls, are now fisted, pressing firmly against her own tummy. A soft, low whine escapes her, a sound of pure discomfort. "What is it, little one?" Mario asks softly, his rocking slowing to a gentle sway. He rubs a soothing circle on her back, right between her shoulder blades. She squirms in his arms, a restless, wriggling movement that is different from her earlier happy wiggles. Her heels dig into the soft cushion of the rocking chair. Her thighs are pressed as tightly together as she can manage with the thick padding of the diaper. Her feet are crossed at the ankles, her little toes curling inward. The subtle tell tale signs of a little one trying desperately to hold something in. "Oh, I see," he says, his voice a gentle balm. "I see what's happening, Peachie. Does my little sister need to go potty?" Her face scrunches up, and she gives a frantic, desperate nod. Her eyes are wide and pleading, fixed on his face. "Mawio," she whispers, the word catching in her throat. "Pee pee. Pee pee coming." "I know," he says, his hand moving from her back to her hair, stroking the soft, golden strands. "It's okay. You're okay. Just try to relax, sis. Let it happen. That's what your diaper is for." But she can't. The regression has taken away her control, her understanding. The sensation is overwhelming and frightening to her small mind. She only knows the desperate pressure and the instinct to hold it, to wait. She lets out a frustrated cry, a sharp, unhappy sound. "No, no, no," she sobs, her face turning against his chest. "No pee pee!" "Hey, shhh, shhh, it's alright," Mario soothes, shifting her in his arms so he can look at her better. "It's not your fault, little Princess. You don't have to hold it for your big brother. Let go, Peachie. Let it all go. I'll clean you up, I promise. It's okay." He continues to murmur reassurances, rocking her gently, one hand rubbing her back, the other stroking her hair. He can feel the fine trembling in her limbs. He waits patiently, a steady, solid presence against her distress. The fight is a small one, but it's all she can focus on. Then, with a final, shuddering sob, her body goes limp. She gives up the fight. Mario feels a sudden, blooming warmth spread against him. A soft, relieved sigh escapes Peach's lips. Her body uncoils completely, all the tension draining away. She looks up at him, her eyes heavy lidded, a little bit dazed. "There you go," Mario says, kissing her forehead. "That's my good girl. See? All better now." He pats the front of her onesie, feeling the distinct squish of a thoroughly soaked diaper beneath the fabric. "Wow, someone was holding a lot of pee pee for their brubber!" A small, sleepy giggle escapes her. "Bwubber," she whispers, snuggling back into him, completely unbothered by the warm, wet padding she now sits in. The crisis is over. She is safe, and she is wet, and she is deeply, profoundly sleepy in her big brother's arms. The rocking chair continues its slow, steady creak, a gentle rhythm in the quiet room. The warmth spreading through her diaper is a familiar comfort, a final surrender of control that allows sleep to finally claim her. Her head is a heavy, trusting weight on Mario's shoulder. Her breathing evens out into the deep, soft rhythm of a baby asleep. Mario holds her for a long while, just listening to her breathe. He can feel the damp warmth through her onesie against his arm, a tangible sign of the peace he's just helped her find. He knows he should change her soon, to prevent any rash, but he lets her sleep. This fragile peace is precious. He'll let her have it for just a few more minutes. The afternoon sun begins to dip lower, casting long, golden rectangles across the nursery floor. The dust motes dance in the slanted light like tiny fairies. After about ten minutes, Mario decides he can't put it off any longer. A sleeping baby in a wet diaper is a recipe for a grumpy baby later. "Alright, little Princess," he murmurs against her hair. "Time to get you into a cozy, dry diaper for your nap." He shifts her weight, standing up from the rocking chair with a soft grunt. She stirs, letting out a small, discontented murmur, but doesn't wake. He carries her to the changing table for the second time that afternoon, her sleeping form a dead weight in his arms. He lays her down gently, her body limp with sleep. The tiara on her diaper is now a deep, dark pink, the plastic shell stretched tight with the sheer volume it contains. He works quietly and efficiently, unsnapping the crotch of her onesie. The scent of urine becomes more pronounced as he frees the diaper. He unfastens the tapes, one by one, and pulls the front of the diaper down. The inner lining is heavy and swollen, glistening in the soft light. He uses more wipes this time, making sure she's completely clean and dry before patting her skin with a light dusting of powder. The cool powder against her skin causes her to stir, her legs kicking out in her sleep. He just smiles, working around her sleepy movements. A third clean, pink diaper is secured around her waist, its golden tiara bright and new. He leaves her in just the diaper, deciding the extra clothes are unnecessary for a nap, and lifts her from the changing table and carries her to the large crib in the corner. He lowers her gently into the soft, padded mattress, tucking a light pink blanket around her small form. "Sleep well, my Peachie," he whispers, leaning over the crib railing. "Sleep well, little sister. I'll be right here when you wake up." He stands there for a moment longer, watching her chest rise and fall, the rhythmic proof of her peaceful slumber. Then, he turns and quietly leaves the nursery, closing the door almost all the way, leaving just a sliver of light to fall across the sleeping baby princess in her crib. The door to the nursery clicks shut, leaving the room in a cocoon of soft silence. Mario stands in the hallway for a moment, the scent of baby powder still clinging to his clothes. He can hear the faint, even breathing from within the crib, a sound more calming than any lullaby. His job, for now, is done. He has guided his princess back to a place of peace. He pads down the grand, echoing corridors of the castle, his usual buoyant walk replaced by a quiet tread. The castle feels different when he's in this caretaker role. The grand halls aren't just a setting for adventure; they're the shell that protects the most precious thing in the kingdom, and right now, that precious thing is a little girl in a pink diaper, dreaming in a crib. He heads to the kitchen, a cheerful, bustling place even in the afternoon. A few Toads are busy polishing silverware and preparing the evening meal. They nod to him respectfully. "Mr. Mario," one chirps, "Princess Peach is in her council meeting, I presume?" Mario offers a small, private smile. "She's resting. A very long council meeting," he adds, using their well known code for one of Peach's regression sessions. The Toads, who are more astute than anyone gives them credit for, simply nod and go back to their work. The secret is safe with them all. Mario gets himself a glass of water and leans against a counter, sipping it slowly. He thinks about the afternoon: the initial tension in her shoulders, the slow bloom of trust as he changed her, the simple joy of playing with blocks, and finally, the sweet, sleepy surrender, and he feels a deep, profound warmth in his chest that has nothing to do with adventure or heroism. This is a different kind of saving. He finishes his water and decides to check on the laundry. He finds the two used diapers he'd disposed of, wrapped tightly in their own plastic bag, waiting to be taken to the special laundry chute. The tiaras on both are a distinct shade of dark pink. He ties the bag up and drops it down the chute, listening to it clatter and slide down to the laundry room below. A small, domestic task that feels immensely important. He's about to head to the library to read for a while when he hears a soft cry from down the hall. It's not distressed, not yet. It's the sound of someone waking up alone, a little confused. He abandons the library and heads straight back to the nursery, peeking through the crack in the door. Peach is sitting up in her crib, her blonde hair a fluffy halo around her head. She's rubbing her eyes with her fists, her blanket pooled around her waist. She's wearing nothing but her thick, clean diaper. Her bottom lip is trembling slightly. She lets out another soft, whimpering cry. "Mawio?" she calls out, her voice small and lost. "Buhbuh?" Mario pushes the door open. "I'm right here, little sis," he says softly, crossing the room to the crib. "Your big brother's right here." Her face, which had been scrunched in confusion, breaks into a wide, tearful smile. "Bwubber!" she exclaims, her arms reaching for him. He leans over the railing, scooping her up and hoisting her onto his hip. She immediately burrows into him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He bounces her gently, patting her back. "Did you have a good nap, Peachie?" She nods against his shoulder. "Appy," she mumbles. "I'm glad." He carries her over to the rocking chair, sitting down with her in his lap. She's still a little sleepy, her body soft and pliant against him. He holds her for a few minutes, just letting her reorient herself. After a bit, she starts to stir, her head lifting. She looks around the room, her gaze landing on the colorful play mat. "Bwocks," she says, her voice a little more awake now. "You want to play with the blocks again?" Mario asks. "Yeah! Bwocks!" she says, her enthusiasm returning. She starts to wiggle, trying to slide off his lap. "Alright, alright," he chuckles, setting her down on the playmat. She immediately crawls over to the wooden blocks, her padded bottom crinkling softly as she moves. Mario sits on the floor with her, leaning back against the leg of the rocking chair. He watches as she starts to build a new tower, her concentration absolute. She carefully stacks the blocks, her tongue poking out from the corner of her mouth. She's a meticulous little architect, and Mario is a captivated audience. Peach chatters away in her baby talk, narrating her building process with soft babbles and happy squeaks. Mario responds with encouraging words and gentle smiles. Then, her movements become a bit more frantic. She's trying to place a yellow block on top of a red one, but her hands are shaky. The tower wobbles precariously. She grunts with effort, her face turning red. But it's not just the tower that's making her strain. Mario notices it again. The subtle tensing of her body. The way her legs, which had been casually splayed, suddenly press together. Her babbling stops, replaced by a series of soft, grunting whimpers. She drops the yellow block, her hands flying to her tummy. "Uh oh," she whispers, her eyes wide with a familiar panic. "Uh oh, Mawio." "What is it, sweetie?" he asks, moving closer to her. "I... I..." she stammers, her face scrunching up. "Tummy owie." The words are small and scared. For a baby, this is a much bigger, more intimate thing. The feeling is different, more intense and demanding. She looks at him with utter terror, her body frozen in a sudden, rigid stillness. Mario's voice is a calm, steady anchor in the storm of her fear. "It's okay, Peachie. It's okay. Just like with the pee pee. You can let it go. Your big brother is right here. I'll take care of you." He reaches out and rubs her back in slow, soothing circles. "You don't have to be scared. It's a perfectly normal thing to do. You're just a baby. Babies make messes. It's what they do." His words seem to penetrate her panic. She looks at him, her bottom lip trembling. She's still holding on, her whole body rigid with the effort. "That's my girl," he says softly. "Just try to relax. Push a little bit if you have to. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." He keeps rubbing her back, his touch a constant, reassuring presence. He can feel the fight in her, the struggle between her body's need and her mind's fear. He waits patiently, a silent, strong support system. Then, with a final, shuddering cry, her body pushes forward. Mario can feel the subtle shift in her padding, the way it swells and grows heavier. Her face, which had been scrunched in fear, relaxes into a look of pure relief. "There you go," he says, his voice filled with pride. "That's my brave little Princess. You did it. You were so brave." He scoops her up, the messy diaper warm and heavy against his arm. She's limp in his arms, her head lolling against his shoulder. She's not crying, just breathing heavily, her body exhausted from the effort. "Let's get you all cleaned up," he says, carrying her to the changing table. "And then we can play some more." Mario's hands are a blur of gentle efficiency. The messy diaper is whisked away, replaced by the warm, soft scent of wipes and powder. A few moments later, she's snug, clean, and sealed into a fresh, dry diaper, the golden tiara on its front gleaming like new. He pulls a soft, fuzzy sleeper over her, the pink fabric zipping up to her chin, the crotch snaps popping easily over the thick padding. "There we go," he whispers, kissing her nose. "All cozy for my best girl." He carries her not to the rocking chair, but to the large, open space on the carpet. He lies down on his back, propping his head up on a pillow. "I have a secret," he says in a conspiratorial whisper. Peach's eyes, which had been drooping, snap open. "Sekwet?" she asks, her curiosity piqued. "Yup. Your big brother is a..." He pauses for dramatic effect, then brings his hands up and wiggles his fingers. "...a tickle monster!" Her eyes go wide with a mixture of fear and delight. "No!" she shrieks, a grin already spreading across her face. "No monster!" "Raaargh!" Mario growls playfully, lunging for her. She squeals and tries to scramble away on her hands and knees, the thick diaper between her legs making her crawl wobbly and slow. He catches her easily, flipping her onto her back and gently attacking her tummy. His fingers dance over her fuzzy sleeper, finding the spots that make her giggle the most. She thrashes on the carpet, her laughter bubbling up like a fountain, uncontrollable and pure. "Stop! Stop, buhbuh!" she gasps, her words lost in peals of laughter. "The tickle monster never stops!" he declares, moving to her ribs, then to her feet, which he frees from the sleeper's booties. Her tiny toes curl as he tickles the sensitive arches of her feet. "Bwubber, pwease!" she begs, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shining with tears of joy. "Tummy owie!" "Alright, alright," he relents, collapsing back onto the pillow beside her. "The monster is tired. All out of tickles." She lies there panting for a moment, a huge, happy smile on her face. Then she rolls over, propping her chin on her hands and looking at him. "Mawio silly," she says, her voice soft and fond. "Only for you, Peachie," he says, reaching out to smooth her messy blonde hair. "Only for my little sister." She snuggles close, resting her head on his chest. The soft sleeper rustles. "Wuv you, brubber." Mario's heart swells. He wraps an arm around her, holding her tight. "I love you too, little Princess. More than all the stars in the sky." They lie there for a long while, just breathing together, the stress of the day a distant, forgotten thing. Chapter 2: The afternoon sun slants through the nursery window, painting stripes of warm gold across the plush carpet. Peach is fast asleep in her crib, a small, pink lump under a light blanket. She’s been down for her nap for over an hour, her breathing soft and even. Around her hips, the diaper is warm and heavy, the tiny golden tiara on its front having faded to a deep pink some time ago. She’s lost in dreamless baby sleep, a world away from crowns and treaties. A sudden, violent crash shatters the peace. The stained glass window of the nursery explodes inwards, a rain of colorful shards and stone dust. A spiky shelled figure lands with a heavy thud on the carpet, his impact making the floorboards groan. Bowser straightens up, a triumphant grin on his face. "Peach!" he bellows, his voice a deafening roar in the serene room. "You're coming with me!" Peach startles awake with a terrified shriek. Her eyes fly open, wide and confused. The world is loud, scary, and full of broken glass. She doesn't see the King of the Koopas; she just sees a big, loud monster. "AAAAH!" she wails, pulling the blanket up over her head. "Mawio! Mawio, monster!" Bowser blinks, nonplussed. This isn't the usual defiant speech he gets. He stomps closer to the crib, his brow furrowed. The wailing continues from under the blanket. He reaches down, hooks a massive claw under the covers, and pulls them back. He finds the Princess of the Mushroom Kingdom, but not as he's ever seen her. She's in a fuzzy pink sleeper, her face red and tear streaked, her bottom lip trembling. "Hey! Why are you crying? And why are you dressed like that?" he grumbles, reaching into the crib. He doesn't waste any more time. He simply scoops her up, sleeper and all, tucking her unceremoniously under one arm like a football. The sudden movement and the pressure on her full bladder make her cry even harder. "No! No! Pwease! Wet! All wet!" she sobs, her babbling lost to him. "Yeah, yeah, ," Bowser says dismissively, not understanding. "C'mon, we're going on a little trip." He turns and leaps back out the window, his Clown Car hovering just outside. The ascent is bumpy and terrifying, jostling Peach in his grip. She cries all the way back to his castle. He finally lands in the throne room of his fortress, a cavernous space of dark stone and burning lava pools. He drops Peach onto the hard, cold floor, and she lands with a soft poof, the padding of her diaper cushioning her fall. She immediately tries to scramble away on all fours, her movements clumsy and babyish. Bowser puts his hands on his hips, glaring down at her. "Alright, what is your deal, Peach? You're not screaming orders at me. You're not trying to escape. You're just...crawling around and crying. Are you sick?" Peach stops her crawling and looks up at him, her big blue eyes full of tears. She pushes herself into a sitting position, her legs splayed wide by the bulky diaper. "Up," she says, her voice a small, pathetic whimper. "Hold me. Pwease?" Bowser stares at her, utterly bewildered. "Hold you? What for? You're my prisoner!" Her face crumples, and a fresh wave of tears begins. "Wan' buhbuh," she sobs, hugging her knees to her chest. "Wan' Mawio." "Buhbuh? Mawio? What are you talking about?" Bowser grumbles, pacing back and forth. The constant sobbing is starting to grate on his nerves. "Oh, for crying out loud, fine!" He leans down and awkwardly picks her up, holding her out at arm's length as if she's something unpleasant. "There. You're 'up'. Now stop that racket!" Being held, even awkwardly, is a comfort. Peach immediately clings to him, her small hands grabbing fistfuls of his hair. She buries her face in the rough scales of his chest. "Tank, Bowsy," she mumbles into him. "Bowsy?!" Bowser recoils slightly. "Nobody calls me Bowsy!" He tries to set her down, but she just clings tighter, her body trembling. He sighs, a puff of smoke escaping his nostrils. This is not how kidnappings are supposed to go. He sits down heavily on his stone throne, the exhausted captive still clinging to him like a barnacle. "Okay, fine. But if you try any funny business..." She doesn't, she just snuggles closer, her crying finally subsiding into quiet hiccups. After a few minutes of tense silence, she starts to wiggle. Her brow furrows, and she lets out a soft, uncomfortable whimper. She shifts her weight, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the sodden, cold diaper squishes against her skin. It's no longer a comforting warmth, just a miserable, clammy bulk. "Ugh," she whines, patting the front of her sleeper. "Owie. Owie diapy." Bowser looks down. "What now? Did I sit on you?" He pokes her gently in the belly. She shakes her head, pushing at her padded bottom. "Wet," she says, her voice clear and insistent. "Bowsy, change pwease?" "Change? Change what? Your clothes?" Bowser is completely lost, until it occurs to him what looks so off about her sleeper, the way it sags right around…and then, there’s a certain smell to her that he’s been trying to ignore/ Along with her strange, infantile behaviors, Peach is wearing a diaper, and demanding he change it. Bowser can see no universe where trying that turns out well for him. "You're fine. Just...sit still." The discomfort grows. She tries to pull at the zipper of her sleeper. "Owie!" she says again, her frustration mounting. "All wet! Change!" He sets her down on the floor with a thump. "Go...play or something. Just leave me alone," he growls, turning away from her. Peach, undeterred, sees the vast throne room as a new playground. She crawls over to a pile of gold coins Mario had left behind during a previous visit. She picks one up, her eyes wide with delight. "Shiny!" she squeals, putting it in her mouth. "No!" Bowser roars, spinning around. He rushes over and snatches the coin from her. "Don't eat the money! That's the kingdom's budget!" Peach just giggles at the sudden attention, her earlier discomfort momentarily forgotten. She starts crawling again, this time towards a long, red banner hanging from the wall. She stands up, holding onto the fabric, and begins to bounce on her feet. "Boing, boing, boing!" she chants. Bowser watches, completely flummoxed. This is... exhausting. He just sits on his throne, rubbing his temples, as the baby princess explores his evil domain, a place of doom and lava, as if it's a soft playroom. Her attention is eventually caught by a pair of Chain Chomps sleeping in a corner. "Doggies!" she squeals, toddling towards them. "No, no, those are not doggies!" Bowser bellows, leaping from his throne and grabbing her just before she can pat one on the head. "Those bite!" He carries her back to the center of the room, his patience completely gone. "Alright, that's it. You stay here." But her discomfort returns with a vengeance. The soggy diaper is making her miserable, and her bladder is demanding her attention. She squirms, her hands pressed firmly against her crotch. "Bowsy," she whines, tugging on his leg. "Pee pee coming. Need potty." He just stares down at her. "So go! I'm not stopping you. I don't know why you're acting like this, I don't know why you're wearing a diaper, but just use it, I don't care." Her face crumples in confusion. She doesn't understand. She knows she's supposed to go in her diaper, but it's already so wet and uncomfortable. She starts to dance from foot to foot, her desperation growing. "No! Too wet! Too full!" "I am not touching that!" Bowser declares, taking a step back. "You got yourself into this mess, you get yourself out!" She can't hold it anymore. The pressure is too much. With a sob of pure misery, her body gives in. A sudden warmth spreads into the already saturated diaper, but it's too much. The padding, long past its capacity, can't hold another drop. A dark patch begins to spread across the front of her fuzzy pink sleeper. A small trickle escapes from a leg cuff, dripping onto the stone floor and forming a tiny puddle, as her overfull diaper leaks. Peach looks down at the dark wetness on her clothes and the puddle at her feet, her face a mask of horror and shame. She bursts into tears, loud and heartbroken. "Mess! I made mess! Bowsy, I'm sowwy!" she wails, her small body shaking with sobs. Bowser just stares. At the crying baby, at the puddle on the floor, at the ridiculous pink sleeper now soaked all the way through. He looks at the ceiling as if begging for divine intervention. This is a nightmare. "Oh, for the love of..." he grumbles, but something in her desperate, apologetic sobbing gets to him. With a frustrated sigh that sounds like a volcano about to erupt, he stomps over to her. He picks her up, holding her at arm's length to avoid the wet spots. "Stop crying! I'll...I'll do something!" He looks around desperately, then grabs a nearby banner. He lays it out on the floor and places her on it. "Okay, stay there." He then rummages through a chest, finally pulling out a rough, dry towel. There's absolutely no way he's taking her clothes off, so he does the next best thing. He wraps the towel around her waist, over the top of her soaked sleeper, like a makeshift skirt. "There! Now you're...less leaky." Peach looks down at the towel, then up at him. The crying stops, replaced by a hiccup. She reaches out a small hand and pats his massive arm. "Bowsy funny," she sniffles, a tiny giggle escaping her. Bowser just groans. But the crying has stopped. And now, she's looking at him with wide, curious eyes. She points a tiny finger at the spikes on his shell. "Shiny pokies." He sighs, sitting down on the floor, defeated. "Yeah, those are my spikes. Don't touch them." Peach doesn't listen. She crawls over and gently pokes one of the spikes on his back. "Boop," she says. He flinches, but doesn't pull away. "Hey!" She giggles and boops another one. "Boop, boop, boop!" It's a new game. He's a giant, spiky, boopable mountain, and she's a tiny explorer. Bowser finds himself letting it happen. He lets the little princess crawl all over him, booping his spikes, tugging on his hair, and giggling when he growls. He's exhausted, utterly confused, but a tiny part of him is...enjoying it? It's certainly less stressful than fighting Mario. He's actually sitting still, and she's not screaming anymore. It's a win, of a very, very weird kind. They're in the middle of a very serious game of "Boop the Spike" when a familiar heroic cry echoes through the throne room. Mario, having seen the shattered nursery window, burst in with fists raised and a furious scowl. But he stops dead in his tracks, his jaw dropping. The scene before him is not one of a damsel in distress. It's Bowser, the Koopa King, sitting on the floor of his own throne room looking utterly exhausted. And Princess Peach, in a soaking wet sleeper with a towel tied around her waist, is perched on Bowser's back, gleefully booping him on the head while babbling, "Bowsy sleepy! Bowsy pokie mountain!" Bowser looks up, a wave of relief washing over his face. "Mario! Thank the stars. Please, just take her. I don't know what's wrong with her, she's leaking, she won't stop calling me Bowsy, and she tried to pet a Chain Chomp!" The sight of her boyfriend, her hero, her big brother, is like a switch being flipped deep inside Peach's mind. The baby fog, the comforting regression, evaporates in an instant, replaced by the chilling, crystal clear horror of adulthood. The booping stops. Her eyes go wide. She looks at her hands, then at her own outfit- the pink sleeper, the dark wet patch, the ridiculous towel skirt. She looks at Bowser, who she was just playing with. She looks at Mario, who is staring at her with a mixture of concern and utter bewilderment. And then the embarrassment hits. A tidal wave of it, so powerful and absolute it makes her want to melt into the floor and become one with the lava pools. "M-Mario..." she stammers, her adult voice returning, though it's shaky and thin. She scrambles off Bowser's back, her movements clumsy with the bulky diaper. She's standing before her rescuer in the most humiliating state imaginable, a literal puddle of her own making still drying on the floor of her kidnapper's castle. Mario's expression softens instantly. He sees the panic and shame in her eyes, and all the confusion about the scene melts away, replaced by a fierce, protective instinct. He strides across the room, not even glancing at Bowser. He shrugs off his coat and gently wraps it around her, hiding the soaked sleeper and makeshift towel. "It's okay, Peachie," he says, his voice low and gentle, for her ears only. "I'm here now. It's okay." She bursts into tears again, but these are not the tears of a frustrated baby. They are the hot, mortified tears of a grown woman whose most secret, most vulnerable coping mechanism has just been exposed to her mortal enemy. Mario scoops her into his arms, holding her tight. He glares over her head at Bowser. "Bowser. You've got some nerve." Bowser throws his hands up in surrender, looking utterly drained. "I didn't do anything! I just wanted to kidnap her like normal! She's the one who's all... like that!" Mario just shakes his head, adjusting his hold on the trembling princess. "I'm taking her home. And you...you stay out of it." "Fine by me!" Bowser bellows, slumping back onto his throne. "But she needs a change! And a nap! She's been a menace!" ~X~ Back in the safety of her nursery, the chaos of Bowser's invasion already cleaned up by the Toads, Mario gently sets her down on the changing table. He removes the sodden sleeper and the towel, tossing them into a laundry basket. He works in silence, cleaning her up with gentle, efficient hands. The diaper change is a return to normalcy, a familiar ritual that slowly begins to soothe her frayed nerves. "It's all over now, Peachie," he says, his voice a soft murmur. "The mean, spiky monster is gone. You're safe with me. You're safe with your big brother." He applies a generous layer of soothing cream to her skin, which is red and irritated from being in a wet diaper for so long. He knows how uncomfortable it must be, and he takes extra care, making sure she's completely clean and dry. He then sprinkles on some powder, the soft scent filling the air, and secures a fresh, clean diaper around her waist. The new padding is soft and comforting, a stark contrast to the clammy, overused one she had been wearing. "There," he says, snapping the crotch of a clean, dry sleeper. "All cozy again. My poor little Princess. What a rough day you've had." He lifts her into his arms, and she immediately burrows into him, her body still trembling slightly. He carries her to the rocking chair, sitting down and holding her close. He begins to rock, the gentle motion a familiar comfort. He can feel the tension in her body, the lingering shame and embarrassment that is too big for her adult mind to process, let alone her little one. He knows he needs to help her find her way back to the safety of little space, where the world is simple and her worries are small. "It's okay, sweet girl," he says, his voice a low, steady hum against her ear. "All that scary stuff is over. You're home now. You're with me." He starts to sing, a soft, simple lullaby about stars and moonbeams. The melody is a familiar one, a tune he's sung to her a hundred times. He feels her body begin to relax, the tension slowly draining away. She snuggles closer, her breathing evening out. "That's my Peachie," he whispers, his lips brushing against her hair. "My sweet, brave little Princess. You were so, so brave. Your big brother is so proud of you." He continues to rock and sing, the words and the motion weaving a spell of calm around her. The memories of the day- the fear, the confusion, the embarrassment- begin to fade, replaced by the warm, secure feeling of being held and loved. She can feel the soft padding of her clean diaper, the gentle rocking of the chair, the steady beat of Mario's heart against her ear. All the right pieces are falling into place. After a few more minutes, he feels her stir. She lifts her head, her eyes no longer wide with panic, but soft and sleepy. "Bwubber?" she murmurs, her voice a small, sleepy whisper. "I'm right here, Peachie," he says, smiling down at her. "Hungy," she says, her little tummy rumbling. "Okay, let's get you a snack," he says, standing up and carrying her to the play mat. Mario sits her down, her padded bottom crinkling softly as she lands. He goes to the small fridge in the corner and pulls out a bottle of milk that he warms for her. He comes back and sits down on the floor with her, leaning against the leg of the rocking chair. He cradles her in his arms, holding the bottle to her lips. She drinks greedily, her eyes half closed in contentment. The warm milk fills her tummy, a soothing warmth that spreads through her body. She finishes the bottle quickly, her little body relaxing completely. He sets the empty bottle aside and just holds her for a moment, letting the food settle. "All full?" he asks. She nods, a milky burp escaping her lips. He pats her back gently, and she burps again, a big, satisfying one. She giggles, her whole body wiggling with delight. "Good girl," he says, smiling. "Now, what should we play with?" He gestures to the toys scattered around the play mat. "Blocks? Or maybe your dolls?" Peach's eyes scan the room, her gaze landing on the pile of wooden blocks. "Bwocks," she says, her voice a happy little chirp. "Blocks it is," he says, setting her down on the play mat. She immediately crawls over to the blocks, her movements still a little clumsy but full of purpose. She starts to build a tower, her concentration absolute. Mario sits with her, handing her blocks when she needs them, and offering words of encouragement. As they play, her mind drifts back to the day's events. But the fear and shame are gone, replaced by a strange, fuzzy memory of the big, spiky monster. She remembers being scared, but she also remembers being held. She remembers the funny, frustrated look on his face, the way he let her boop his spikes, the way he wrapped a towel around her when she leaked. A small smile plays on her lips. "Peachie thinking hard over there," Mario says, noticing her faraway look. "What's on your mind, sweetie?" She looks up at him, her blue eyes wide and clear. "Bowsy," she says, her voice a little dreamy."Big Buhbuh Bowsy." Mario's brow furrows slightly. "Big Brother Bowser?" She nods, her face serious. "Funny Bowsy. Pokie mountain." A slow smile spreads across Mario's face. He understands. In her own simple, baby way, she'd processed the confusing events of the day and found a way to make them okay. She'd turned her kidnapper into a playmate, a big, spiky, grumpy brother. It's a testament to her incredible resilience, her ability to find light in the darkest of places. "Yeah," he says, his voice soft. "He's a big, funny Buhbuh, isn't he? With all his shiny pokies." She giggles, the sound like tiny bells. "Like Bowsy," she says, her voice firm. "Okay," he says, ruffling her hair. "If you like him, then I guess he can't be all bad." He's relieved, honestly. He was worried the experience would traumatize her, but instead, she's found a way to make it a funny, weird memory. It makes him love her even more. They continue to play, the afternoon sun slowly dipping towards the horizon. They build a magnificent tower, a wobbly creation of wood and imagination that reaches all the way to Peach's waist when she stands. She claps her hands with delight, her face shining with pride. "Tall! Bwubber, tall!" "It's the tallest tower in the whole Mushroom Kingdom," Mario declares, playing along. "All thanks to my little architect." She beams at him, her love for him shining in her eyes. They play until the last rays of sun fade from the window, and the room is bathed in the soft, golden light of the lamp on the nightstand. He can see her eyelids starting to droop, her movements becoming slower and more deliberate. She's getting tired. "Alright, little one," he says, scooping her up. "Time for bed." She doesn't protest. She just snuggles into him, her head resting on his shoulder. He carries her to the crib, laying her down gently. He pulls the blanket up to her chin, tucking her in. He leans down and kisses her forehead. "Goodnight, my sweet Peachie," he whispers. "Sleep tight." "Nigh, nigh, Bwubber," she murmurs, her eyes already closed. "Love Bowsy." He smiles, a wave of warmth washing over him. "I know you do, sweetie. I know you do." He stays for a moment, watching her sleep, her chest rising and falling with each even breath. She's safe, she's happy, and she's home. Everything is right in the world again. He quietly leaves the room, closing the door softly behind him, leaving the little Princess to dream of pokie mountains and big, funny Buhbuhs. - If you're interested in my writing updates, please join my discord server! https://discord.gg/xUrPXDH (18+ ONLY) I stream here, and the chat is locked when there isn't a stream going on, so for the most part, it's only posts that are updates from me Or, follow me on twitter @ZappGuatiche/bsky @ZappOBrien!

Tumbling Down by RogueDratini ----- Chapter 1 ----- Unfamiliar streets passed Phoebe by, her thoughts pulled this direction and that. Woodford. A sign passed by Phoebe turned into a blur behind her as she drove past. A rolling countryside of green hills slowly merged into a picturesque suburbia, identical houses on Phoebe’s left and right, young families playing in the yards, walking dogs. There was nothing unusual about what she saw but there was sense of foreboding in the homes. Everything was too neat and nice, nothing seemed to be out of place, no homeless walking about, no litter on the curbs, no sounds of yelling anywhere, no sirens. Maybe it was just Phoebe being a city girl, it was all just too quiet, too organized. It was like driving through Pleasantville, or Stepford, or Sandford, perfect little families living on a perfect little street. Phoebe felt unnerved as her eyes darted around the ticky tacky little boxes lining the road, and passed into the town center, where tall, brick buildings stood tall above Phoebe’s tiny yellow Volkswagon. Not that there wasn’t a good reason for Phoebe’s paranoia considering why she was here. Phoebe pulled up to an apartment building, she got the feeling that it was both empty, staring up at the windows, each one with the same blue shades pulled behind the glass, and also that she was being watched. Despite the warm rays of sunshine falling on Phoebe’s shoulders, and the warm, black hoodie on her back, she felt a chill go through her as she past under the shadow of the apartment building. The apprehension, the fear in her in finding out what she already suspected. An older woman waited for Phoebe at the door, her bookish glasses making her eyes huge, her head covered by white, frizzy hair. Her warm smile gave her a matronly feeling, walking up to her felt welcoming. “Hi,” Phoebe waved a small, tentative hand towards the older woman, a nervous smile adorning her face that didn’t reach her eyes. She reflected Phoebe’s smile, “Hello, dear, were you trying to become a tenant?” “Actually, I’m here to check on Carla Juarez, she- We’re friends, and she hasn’t been- It’s been a few weeks since I’ve heard from her, I hoping I could go up and check on her?” Phoebe grabbed an arm and rubbed it, uncertainty itching her like a bug bite. She was already suspicious of this town that she had a strange feeling from, and couldn’t say what she could and couldn’t say to whom. The police have been giving her the run around, making a loose promise about a missing persons report, but after hearing that the disappearance happened in Woodford, all their professional curiosity seemed to have blown away. The woman pursed her lips in thought. “I’m afraid she no longer stays with us.” “Really?” Phoebe spoke without speaking, sounding more incredulous than she meant to, “Any idea where she is?” “I couldn’t say.” She said apologetically. “Oh,” The girl did nothing to disguise her disappointment verging on frustration. “Did she leave anything behind orrr…” “Well, I can’t really let you go through her stuff but I’d be happy to invite you in for a cup of tea and chat with you about her.” “I suppose…” Phoebe accepted the invitation, her shoulders slumping over in disappointment, allowing herself to be lead into the building. The hallway inside was clean, it could almost be described as pristine. A complete juxtaposition between the apartment buildings Phoebe was used to, growing up in Chicago and having spent the last year in London, she had become accustomed to buildings rifled with graffiti, there was always the lingering smell of people cooking, generally living, and occasionally more unpleasant scents, even in the nicer areas, and sounds. This whole building was as still and lively as a museum, or maybe a morgue, and had a smell that seemed completely neutral, like an office building that was ready for a walk through for a potential buyer, the only thing she could detect was the strange perfume of the old woman, a peppermint fragrance, that if Phoebe was being honest, gave her a headache. She frankly couldn’t imagine her loud friend staying in such a place. Carla would’ve been more out of place than a pig in a beauty pageant. Phoebe followed the woman through the hall, passed by the mailbox, not a single lock on the boxes had a scuff or a scraped mark on them, no stickers or any distinguishing features. The stairs up had a layer of carpet that wasn’t marked with footprints, no little dents on the wall or ugly dark marks from people struggling to get furniture up. It felt like a model home, something to show the investors or potential renters a proof of concept than anything a lived in. The would be detective felt rather proud of herself for her deductive skills, a modern era Sherlock Holmes, but her paranoia levels skyrocketed. Behind the stairs was a flight that entered the basement level, lit up by a dim light as it descended down. The wall was not as unmarred as the rest, it looked like the owner of the building had let dozens of kids doodle their drawings on the clean white paint, much of it looking like simple squiggles, others that looked like they began with a skilled hand, a detailed drawing of a bird or a face with creative color choices that appeared that the artist at some point… gave up? Devolving into the same childish scrawls the rest of them went. “I babysit kids a lot,” The elder explained seeing Phoebe pause halfway down the steps, “I let them draw here, its a bit of harmless rebellious fun with Nanny that they don’t get with their folks.” “Oh…” Phoebe didn’t know what to say, frowning her eyes in front of the drawings, her gaze lingering on the half well done bird, thick bold lines with red, green, and gold feathers, a near perfect head that turned into a mess of lines, ending in stick legs. The older woman beckoned Phoebe further down, towards an open door in the dingy light. She couldn’t help but feel strange stepping down stairs into the pit of the unknown. As if to buy herself more time, an errant thought crossed Phoebe’s mind. Shouldn’t go with a stranger… “I’m sorry, what was your name?” Phoebe felt like a child getting on the bus for the first time, asking the driver’s name before she felt safe enough to board, the difference was clear, of course, drawn in bold lines like the feathers of a beautiful bird, she had good reasons for going into this basement with this harmless old woman, to find out what happened to Carla, that was worth it for the small sacrifice of personal security, right? The immature sense of dread she felt like when Phoebe saw the shut door of a closet out of the corner of her eyes told her no, and her determination faltered, like the beautiful feathers of a picture of a bird devolving into a shaky line for feet. The woman looked up at Phoebe for a moment with a blank expression, the girl self consciously tugged her skirt down, though her light blue panties were hidden by a pair of dark tights she couldn’t help the reflex being looked up by the woman. The older woman’s look brightened up, and in a cheery voice replied, “Most people call me Nanny, dear.” “Nanny?” Even asking for clarification left Phoebe out of sorts. Phoebe had spent the last decade as an adult, she saw everyone past 18 as an equal, she even called her Mom and Dad by their first names, calling this stranger ‘Nanny’, it was almost like admitting she was a child compared to her. She certainly felt like one under, or above, that matronly gaze, feeling just as timid as a girl going up to her first house trick or treating alone or going to sit on the lap of a mall Santa, it was an utterly humbling experience. “That’s right dear, now come along, we’ll have a nice cup of tea, some biscuits, and chat about your friend, yes?” Nanny said pulling open the door at the bottom of the stairwell, a bright light drowned out the dim bulb that hung from a corner in the center of a loose cord in the middle of the upper stairs, shadows flickering in size as it swung freely. Phoebe took a deep breath and followed, pushing down the dread that told her to walk away. It was like stepping into her grandmother’s house, the aroma of freshly baked cookies wafting around Phoebe as soon as she stepped through the door. Tasteful still paintings of vases with wild flowers and bowls of fruit hung above small tables and cabinets that were covered in similar vases and bowls, decorated with lacey white doilies. For a moment, Phoebe felt silly and judgmental for thinking anything was wrong with this woman. She’s probably just a lonely old landlord who wants to help, Phoebe was jumping to conclusions, over thinking and making mountains out of molehills. Although, as Phoebe stepped into the living room, with all sofa and armchairs coated in a thin, clear plastic lining, baskets of toys for all ranges of gender and age bracket on the sides of the walls, a coffee table with that white lace, saucers and platters ready for tea next to coloring pages and crayons. Nanny saw Phoebe studying the coloring books and jokingly offered, “Feel free to color, if you like, I’ll go get the kettle on dear.” At least, Phoebe thought she was kidding. “Help yourself to the biscuits on the table, sweetie, I just baked them fresh an hour ago, I’m expecting a little girl to watch here pretty soon, always good to be prepared.” “Oh. Haha, thanks…” Phoebe sat down, smoothing her skirt on the way down to the waterproof cover of the sofa, cringing at the plastic crinkle of the couch. Then she noticed her sitting position was a bit lopsided, and reached beneath her, pulling out a new, folded Drynites. She had to raise a brow at the size of them pair of disposable panties, the thing was huge, probably extra extra large, big enough to fit her. They weren’t very cute, weren’t they supposed to have like princesses on it or something? She shooed the thought away, why was she thinking about how a pair of bedwetting undies looked when there were more important things, like her missing friend and being in the home of a stranger. Probably just nerves, Phoebe thought to herself, looking towards the center of the table and selecting a cookie from a platter, sniffing it, it looked like an oblong cinnamon sugar cookie with a melted square of chocolate on top. Nibbling of an end, Phoebe’s eyes popped. Her maw opened wide like a biblical whale and the cookie went in. It was just the right amount of softness and crunch. Crumbs and sugar seemed to melt on her tongue, sweetness overloading reason, flavor and texture rushing down her throat. Before a second of thought reached Phoebe’s mind, she bit half of a second cookie, and then the end of a third, and then she sent down a fourth down into bottomless chasm that was her to check on the first three. The sugar crystals seemed to dance on her fat, thick tongue, lingering. “Enjoying them?” Nanny asked as she approached Phoebe with a kettle. “Oh!” Phoebe nearly spewed a mouthful of the precious crumbs, and struggled to swallow them. With a knowing look Nanny pulled a teacup near her and placed a bag from a jar into it, filling the ceramic cup with steaming water. “Cream and sugar dear?” “Mmmph!” Phoebe blushed with a mouth filled, trying not to get any more crumbs over her hoodie, and the couch. Nanny took a couple of lumps of sugar delicately with a tiny set of tongs and dropped them into the saucer, stirring it with a comically small, slim spoon, “I think you’re a sweet girl.” Looking up to Phoebe’s face as she dropped in an extra lump before passing it to the younger woman. “Remember, just a sip, its still warm.” Phoebe nodded appreciatively. She did as she was told, taking just enough to wash away the cookie. The dessert and tea complimented each other perfectly, the slightly bitter, earthy flavors of the tea warmed Phoebe’s mouth then tummy, tickling her from the inside, catching notes of nutmeg and vanilla as it went down. “Mmmm,” Phoebe lifted the cup to sniff the steaming drink before taking another sip. “Thank you, that’s really nice, erm- Sorry, I didn’t mean to eat that many of your cookies.” Waving a hand, Nanny dismissed the apology, “That’s fine, it’s fine, I make so many of them its really no bother. It makes the little ones going through teething so happy, I make more than a few batches a week. I’m just happy you enjoyed them!” “Oh, they were teething cookies?” Something was funny about that to Phoebe but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Nodding, Nanny grinned, “So you’re looking for your friend Carla? You two must be very close for you to come all this way, how long have you known her?” Putting the teacup up to her lip, Phoebe said in a neutral tone, “For awhile… Are you certain there’s nothing she left that I could…” She let the sentences linger as she took another drink. “Now sweetie, I can’t just let you go into people’s stuff. I don’t even know you’re name, silly!” Phoebe became. She was getting all worked over being in this gentle, old woman’s home and didn’t bother to introduce herself. “It’s Phoebe, sorry.” Getting worried about this frail lady and for what? What was Nanny going to do, over power her? The thought alone nearly brought a smile to Phoebe’s face. “It’s no issue, Phoebe,” Nanny said as she stirred her own cup, “But to come all the way here from America, my, my, you and Miss Juarez must have been as thick as thieves!” “I didn’t come that far…” Phoebe admitted. “Really?” Nanny asked nonchalantely, taking a sip of her tea, straightening her glasses as she did. Phoebe felt those eyes of hers looked a little sharper as Nanny lounged on her plastic covered floral armchair, a leg folded over the other in a lady-like manner. Without considering it, Phoebe’s body mimicked the older woman’s. “Do you have a place here? In the country, I mean.” Wrapping her hands around the warmth of the ceramic, Phoebe considered the question, twiddling her thumbs together under the handle, before realizing just how foolish she was being. “Well, I had a flat in London.” “Had?” Biting the inside of her cheek, “Well, Carla and I weren’t, aren’t, exactly on the best terms, we had a place together, and then she got a place here, we had a little fight- “Oh no! You and little Carla? I couldn’t imagine!” “Yeah…” Phoebe momentarily looked distraught, quickly collecting herself, taking a sip to calm down. “We were supposed to do this whole England adventure together and…” “She left you in London and came to Woodford by herself,” Nanny finished the thought, taking Phoebe’s cup and filling it with more tea, “Same amount of sugar, sweetie?” Phoebe sullenly nodded, fighting to tear up. Since their split, Phoebe had refused to cry, even when Carla had disappeared off the face of the Earth, first she had been putting a strong front over the ‘friend breakup’ and then she was full on determined detective mode looking for Carla, she hadn’t given her the chance to be upset. Now, for whatever reason, she was wrapped up in her feelings, sniffing as she accepted the cup. “Well, I’m sure she didn’t just leave you all by your lonesome, the two of you must have had friends.” Scoffing, Phoebe rolled her eyes and drank her cup, “No, we had work friends, it was like pulling teeth getting anyone to come hang out…” “Then, you’re looking for little Carla all by yourself?” Phoebe set down her teacup, feeling sluggish all of a sudden. “I- Wasn’t I supposed to be asking questions?” “You’re telling me about you and your special friend Carla, that was Nanny can help you, sweet girl. Some times, you can ask questions the best by answering them. Is anyone helping you look for sweet Carla, baby?” The girl’s insides were beginning to churn, and her body was starting to twitch. “Mmm… Well, me and Carla-” “Carla and I, dear,” Nanny gently corrected. “Oh, right, thank you Nanny, Carla and I didn’t have anyone in London we spoke to, really… So it’s just me looking…” “You poor thing! You must be so stressed!” “Yeah, I- Mmm-” Phoebe pulled her legs in, tucking them under herself, first her right leg then the left, clutching her lower tummy, feeling funny. Her fingers nervously twitched over her arm, her body feeling flush and feverish, “I feel funny…” She mumbled, voice going higher than her usual pitch. Nanny smiled and took Phoebe’s cup away from the girl. “Is your tummy grumbling, sweet girl?” Phoebe frowned and made a tiny ‘Mhmm’ sound, “I bet I know what it is!” Phoebe frowned at Nanny, curious. “I think you need another biscuit, how does that sound?” Nanny picked out a larger treat, bigger than the others, holding it out for Phoebe to grab with her greedy little mitts. The 5th was better than the first four, it melted in her mouth, and made her feel light headed, almost high. “Mmm….” Phoebe was lost in the cookie for a moment, until a muscle spasm jerked her back to reality. It felt like her body adjusting itself trying to get comfortable in bed, an unspoken urge to consult a need she couldn’t quite put her finger on. “I- I have to-” Phoebe forced herself to swallow the treat in one hard gulp, her inner thighs pushing up against each other squirming. “Oh, I think I may know someone who knows where Carla could be.” Nanny told Phoebe out of the blue. Phoebe frowned in concentration, “I need- You do?” Her voice raising with desperation, her hands pushing into the folds of her skirt. Nanny nodded, getting up. “Yes dear, hold on, let me just get her number-” Watching the old woman stand up and turn behind the chair, where a small address book bound in black leather sat on a decorative ending table with the doilies that so much of the furniture in the how had. Phoebe’s head slumped down between her shoulders while she desperately tried to contain an urge that tickled her from the inside. She looked at Nanny’s back, trying to focus, but the act of staying in place was making her lose the battle within. “Umm, who is she?” “Hush now, Nanny is busy,” The elder made a gnarled finger stand tall in a ‘just a moment’ gesture. “Oh, alright…” Phoebe felt a bead of sweat drip down her brow, and another bead of moisture drip down somewhere else. There was an inkling that she should interrupt the woman, ask her for… something, but she kept quiet, like a good girl, instead, beginning to shake. “Mmm… Nanny?” Phoebe asked politely but urgently. A rain drop dripped into a puddle somewhere. “Just a- Oh! I know that look, someone is doing the potty dance, isn’t she? Why didn’t you tell Nanny silly thing? The loo is down that hallway, door to the left. No, to the left! Silly squirrel!” “Thank you!” Phoebe rushed into the bathroom, clean and white, a step stool in front of the sink with a seashell bar of soap on the faucet, several open packages of diapers, training pants, and bedwetting pants lined the walls, for a wide arrange of sizes and genders, a plush rug beneath the porcelain throne, and on the seat an attachment for smaller children to potty train. Her skirt and tights nearly fell down by themselves, wrinkled, a little looser around Phoebe’s thighs and hips than when she had entered the home. She didn’t take the time to take the potty seat off, just dropped on to it the best she could and sighed as she relieved herself, not realizing just how badly she needed to go. As water hit water, Phoebe took in the unfamiliar room around her, eyes falling on the packages of disposables to the side, finding a pink Goodnite sticking out of it. Curious, she picked it up, the same as xxl that was on the couch. She unfolded it, smirking at the thought of something like it fitting her. Setting it back down, she wiped herself clean, then reached down to grab her undies and went white. On the landing of her panties the light blue cloth had turned dark almost black, soaked to the point of dripping. “I didn’t- I never-” Phoebe lied to herself, picking up her panties. Her tights weren’t in much better state, damp, and humiliation poured over poor Phoebe as she pulled her sleeve up over her wrist. Biting her lip, thinking this wasn’t supposed to happen… She was an adult, -a big girl- She wasn’t supposed to have mistakes like this! Looking around, trying to figure out what to do, she thought of the last time she had an accident like this, on her 21st birthday, completely hammered and out of her mind, Carla pulling her by the arm as she soaked her party dress. As a joke, Carla had stopped by a little pharmacy in Boston and grabbed Phoebe a package of Pull-Ups and insisted she wear one for the rest of the night. Phoebe didn’t mention to Carla ever that she had woken up the next day with a splitting headache and a damp training pant, but a dry bed. Phoebe’s eyes lingered on her soaked undies, then, drifted towards the Goodnite that had just been in her hand. It would be weird, right? Weirder than running around in wet panties? Going to play Sherlock Holmes in a diaper though? It’s not a diaper, it’s like slightly padded underwear, there’s a difference! I probably shouldn’t, isn’t that like, stealing? She has so many, she probably wouldn’t even notice! Going back and forth in her mind, Phoebe heard a knock at the door. “You alright in there dear? Do you need a hand?” “No!” Phoebe said, more shrilly than she meant to. “Be out in a sec!” She added hurriedly. “Alright dear, just let me know if you need anything.” Phoebe let the footsteps clomp down the hall before she looked at the Goodnite again. She tapped her fingers on her thigh for a second in consideration before deciding. Screw it. Pulling her soiled underwear, tights, skirt and boots off in one swoop, she picked up the bedwetting pants, turning them over in her hands. Just simple pink and purple, some stripes going along them diagonally. Nothing special. She unfolded it, stretching it out. There wasn’t even anything too egregious about them, nothing offensive, if she glanced at them Phoebe could’ve mistaken them for granny panties, funny considering the granny in just the other room. Stretching a side open, she slipped a pale foot into an opening, and then the other, pausing for just a moment, feeling ridiculous looking down at the stark white padding between her ankles, before sighing, recognizing she didn’t have time for such trivial issues, there were more important things going on, and besides, she was pretty much already wearing them. Pulling them up, over her chicken legs, not terribly dissimilar to a picture on the wall she had seen recently, Phoebe drew the underwear up to her waist, snapping it on her hips with a tug on the elastic. As an after thought, she pulled the sides up a little higher so they weren’t level, higher on her hipbones. It made her feel more grown up, just wearing some just in case undies. That’s all. She twisted her body, trying to get a look at it from behind. It wasn’t bad, to be honest, Phoebe told herself, giving her butt a light smack on the accentuating padding, before scolding herself with guilt, this wasn’t the time to play around. Grumbling, she gathered up her tights, pulling them up over her legs, wincing when a wet spot brushed against her delicate skin, pulling it up as high as she could, not allowing herself to admit to herself how nice it felt when the soft padding of the Goodnite was pushed into her crevice. As soon as she took her hand away from her tights, she didn’t notice as they slunk down. She did, however notice the skirt that didn’t stay on her hips quite as well as it had when she entered the apartment. No one rational would have figured what was actually happening, and Phoebe chocked it up to the elastic stretching or something while she pulled her feet into her boots, those at least fit like they should, even if there were a few more wrinkles on the soles of her tights. As an afterthought, she hid the used undies in her hoodies front pocket. Dressed, Phoebe took a step towards the sink, looking up at her reflection while she washed her hands, blinking up at the fresh faced cutie in front of her. Staring back at her was the face of her 18 year old self, her dark hair framing her face, skin clear. The difference was stark enough to raise warning bells in her head though, the 10 years washed off of her wasn’t enough of a change to warrant suspicion, and figured she was having a good day or the light in the bathroom was being kind to her. She admired her youthful glow for just a second, before turning around and exiting the room, the soft cloth of the insides of the bedwetting pants brushing against her, it gave her a feeling of confidence and strutted out. Phoebe found Nanny in front of a landline, talking on the phone. “Yes, thank you, Marie, I’ll send her over- Ta!” Nanny looked over at Phoebe and smiled, “I just got off the phone with Miss Marie over at the Little Learners Centre, over at the Woodford Academy, Carla was working for Miss Marie for a bit, I think she could help you find your little friend, dear.” “You think so? Wait, ‘Little Learners’?” Phoebe was taken aback, “You mean like with kids and stuff?” “I believe they deal with toddlers and infants, most of my kids go there during the mornings and afternoons.” Nanny explained. “But-” Phoebe searched for the right words while her reeling mind caught up to this new information, “We’re architects! We make great money! Carla was like super proud of her work!” Phoebe exclaimed, “Why would she give that up to work some snot nosed brats?!” Raising an eye brow, Nanny out a sniff and a huff. “Sorry- No offense,” Phoebe hastily threw on. “I suppose I can’t think too much of it,” Nanny waved a hand, “I know how you young girls are about child care and rearing, think just because you’re a modern woman it’s beneath you. Well, dear, being in a small town like this surrounded by kids can make a woman wistful, open her eyes to the possibilities and loneliness. A job doesn’t replace millennia of biological imperative. Who knows? Maybe Carla ran off to start a family-” Folding her arms under her chest, Phoebe thought of the possibility. “I don’t know… I just don’t see Carla doing that…” “People change, dear,” Nanny put a withered arm around the (now even) younger woman, leading her towards the door, her nostril flaring. “You never know who you’ll be tomorrow…” Nanny passed a business card to the Woodford academy, and a bag of her teething cookies in her hand, “For the road, sweetheart, do come visit again, for a little longer, hopefully-” “Oh, sure, thanks,” Phoebe said, taking the bag and the card while Nanny opened the door for her. “And dear,” Nanny said, vaguely gesturing towards Phoebe’s pocket, “Maybe you should freshen up before you go there, just the faintest of odor…” Phoebe turned red, “Got it,” She said quickly turning to walk up the stairs, “Talk to you later, I suppose…” “Later it is…” Nanny said, watching the girl walk up the stairs, hiding a crooked smile when Phoebe’s skirt and tights decided to slink down, giving the older woman a good view of the bright Goodnites that still snugly hugged Phoebe’s rear. “Mmm!” Phoebe grabbed the skirt and tights and thrust them up as highly as she could, holding them in place as she ascended the stairs. She hurried back to her car, massaging her temple as she climbed into her yellow beetle, taking a look at the card in her hand, emblazoned on it was the name, address, and insignia of Woodford academy, pulling out her phone, she plugged in the address, turned on her car as the address loaded up, and began her journey towards the only school this town needed, not looking that far from needing it herself. ----- Chapter 2 ----- Grumbling, Phoebe adjusted her car seat, pushing it forward as she rolled up her sleeves. Everything she wore was being so weird since she left Nanny’s. She popped another one of the bagged cookies to take away some of her stress. Frowning, looking into the rearview mirror, Phoebe swore as she put more of her face into reflections view, rubbing an ugly red welt. Pimples! So much for a good skin day! Jeez… It hadn’t been this bad since she was 16… The town vanished, buildings and homes transitioning into a small field of green with several large, ancient stone brick buildings stood tall against the flat fields. An old sign that read “Woodford Academy” flew by when Phoebe drove past. Phoebe found a place to park in a parking lot and got out, with a sparse few other cars taking up space. When she stood up to get out of her car, Phoebe nearly flashed her Goodnites again, her skirt dropping down her thighs again. Quickly, she leaned down to catch the errant clothing, gripping it with a fist when she stood up straight. Phoebe became red when she realized that very padding was already becoming damp, the sudden movement letting loose a dribble of pee. She cursed herself, hadn’t she just gone?! At least, when Phoebe looked into the side mirror, the pimples that had apparently just been tormenting her had vanished. Maybe it was just a trick of the light or her stress. There was a tall, imposing looking man standing by the main doors of the academy, well dressed, bald and bearded, he had an air of importance and his physique was only barely covered by his pricey looking attire. Phoebe was so caught by the impressive looking man she nearly lost hold over her skirt and tights again. “Good afternoon, Miss Phoebe,” The man introduced himself, “I am headmaster Thorinson, but please, call me Peter, we’ve been expecting you,” He held out a hand for Phoebe as she stepped up at to him, who accepted the invitation apprehensively. “Good afternoon, Mr. Thorinson- Peter, heehee,” The man’s face curled into a smile beneath the gray beard and he led her into the school with a long strides of his legs. Phoebe’s heart beat in her chest as she struggled to keep pace. The man was so strikingly handsome, Phoebe had momentarily forgotten her mission, cabinets of trophies and accommodations passing by them while a cacophony of sounds from busy classrooms came from every direction. Her head wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings, instead playing out a romantic but childish daydream of a date with the older man in her head. Sense and sensibility finally caught back up with the gait of Peter Thorinson and the trailing behind Phoebe, “Ahem- So, I was looking for my friend, Carla Juarez, I was-” “Yes, Phoebe, I was explained by my good friend Nanny-” “You call her Nanny too?” “Do I? No, no, but so many of the children do, I’m in the habit of referring to her by that name, too. In the academy, at any rate.” Peter told Phoebe in his gruff yet smooth voice. “And I’d be happy to discuss what I can with you, first, however, I’d like you to fill out some paper work, just a small background check, dear.” Phoebe was brought into a room that was part waiting room and part receptionist, a bookish looking sitting behind a desk staring at a blue screen being reflected in her round glasses. “Marlene,” Peter addressed the secretary, leading Phoebe past the receptionist’s station and towards his own office, a brass plaque identifying it so, “Would you please go grab package 2G, I believe we’ll need it soon. Phoebe, if you’ll please follow me.” Led into a large room, photos from the headmaster’s past, including students he was proudly posing with, a picture of the school and its grounds in black and white, and to Phoebe’s disappointment, him standing next to a lovely woman in what looked to be a wedding gown. In the center of the room, a sturdy mahogany desk with three plush, red leather chairs sat with their backs to the door, and on the other side a bulky monitor and an equally as expensive looking armchair. Peter took a spot on the other side and pushed a bundle of papers to the other side. Phoebe hopped on the center seat opposite of the headmaster, cringing inwardly at the squish of her padded undies. Sitting in front of the large, bulky man, her toes hovering just above the ground, needing to hold on her clothes that seemed to have grown over the course of the morning, Phoebe felt incredibly child like, a schoolgirl called into the principal’s office. Though Peter’s eyes weren’t unkind, he still had a foreboding stature that made Phoebe squirm under the gaze of the man sitting across from her. Awkwardly, she pushed herself forward, having to scoot across the hardwood floors with the wheels on the chair the same way she would kick herself higher on a swing set. “Right, so… Background check, are you sure this is necessary? I just want to have a quick chat with whoever-” “’Whom’, Phoebe-” “Okay, sure… I just want to- I’m pretty sure whoever works just fine in that, by the by,” Phoebe’s quickly looked down at the sight of the headmaster’s expression quickly changing to an intimidating frown, his jaw clenching, Phoebe’s hands quickly found themselves entangled, “Right. I’d just like to have a little chat with whomever Carla was working under…” Peter nodded, “Of course, this is all just a formality, however, please imagine this from the perspective of the parents, you don’t have children, do you Phoebe?” “Heehee,” Phoebe let out a giggle, before catching herself with a hand to her lips. That came out way more girlish then she expected it to. “Umm- Excuse me, sir, no. I think I’m a little young to be a mother.” “Oh? How old were you again?” “I just had a birthday last month so I’m-” Phoebe blanked, the numbers that swirled in her head, none of them felt quite right, or real. 25? 18? She was certain she was old enough to drink, right? Right now, however, she couldn’t quite get her head out of the high school days, memories of being a young teen growing up feeling as fresh as if they happened yesterday. “Ehehe- Isn’t it a bit rude to ask a lady’s age?” The headmaster chuckled, “Oh, I suppose you’re right. In any case, imagine if you had a child, and they attended school here, would you like the faculty to allow any person to come wandering in without being checked first? I understand you’re concerned with your friend, but I hesitate to allow you free roam without some necessary precautions. It’s only responsible.” “Only responsible,” Phoebe agreed with a sigh, “Alright, where do I sign?” Reaching over, Peter tapped on the top of the complicated legal form that seemed to be a mess of the finest print Phoebe had ever seen. “I, blank… Phoebe Patronelli, hereby declare this institution is legally allowed… Umm…” She poured over it for a few minutes, trying her best to read each and ever letter of legalize in front of her, but then, she found herself skipping a word here, then a line there, until she was going through it just finding the blanks. “Name, name,” She sang to herself, “Date of birth, huh, heehee, am I really that old? Gaaawwwd! Ummm… Social security? That’s uhh, oh! I know! For a second, I thought I’d have to call my Dad!” “Oh, I’m glad we didn’t have to do that! I call Dad’s much too often in my line of work.” “Heehee, umm- Mister Thornyson-” “Thorinson.” The headmaster calmly corrected Phoebe, “Peter is fine.” “Right! Peter,” Phoebe kicked her legs beneath her, biting a thumbnail as she admired the handsome man, “Peter, Pete, Petey-” “Yes, Phoebe?” “Umm, what’s this word?” She pointed at a more complicated word on the pile of papers, leaning forward in the chair just a little bit more when she did so, a flirtatious grin on her face, only for her smile to be wiped away. In leaning forward, Phoebe noticed her Goodnite having considerably more mass than it had a moment ago. She squeezed her thighs together and- Yup, she had used it some more. When had that happened? Was she losing her mind or something? How does a grown adult just wet herself without evening realizing? Her boot slipped off, resounding with a thud on the wood. Phoebe pursed her lips and glanced down, staring at the boot laying on its side on the ground like a cat lounging in the sun, blinking down at it and its twin that hung a couple of inches above where it had a moment ago. “Phoebe, sweetie, that word is liable.” Peter reached over and hid the page with his hand, “Can you spell liable for me without looking at it?” She didn’t like this game, there was something weird going on. Someone was playing a joke and she was the punchline. “I don’t know,” Phoebe mumbled. “I- Somethings wrong…” “Don’t be ridiculous, Phoebe, your paperwork is almost done, why don’t you finish it.” Phoebe shook her head, unwilling to continue, shrinking into herself, trying to piece together what’s wrong. “I- Can I please go home?” “Are you certain? Just a little bit more and you can speak with the daycare manager…” Phoebe jumped up, out of the seat, “No! I’m done, I- I’ll talk to her later on! I’m not feeling well!” She insisted, pushing the heavy leather seat away with her rear, only for her bottoms to fall off, this time her Goodnite fell along with her skirt and tights, thought thankfully for her modesty, her hoodie had become the length of a dress in her time writing. Looking down at the baggie hoodie, the clothes and bedwetting pants that had pooled into a pile at her feet, Phoebe looked up at Peter, shaking, the desk taller now, or, as Phoebe was beginning to piece together, she was shorter. Her chest was heaving, deep, sharp breaths coming in and out as Phoebe began hyperventilating, head going light, the room felt like it was spinning in a world Phoebe was desperate to catch up to. “Thank you, Marlene, just in time. Why don’t you help the dear, I think she’s going to need some help.” Peter said to someone who had just walked through the door. The bookish woman from before laid a soft hand on the thick cloth of Phoebe’s black hoodie, “Shh, dear, no need to cry.” Marlene’s thumb brushed away a tear that Phoebe hadn’t realized had begun trickling down. “This’ll make you feel all better, just take a sippy sip, yes? Good girl,” Marlene had placed a plastic straw stabbed through a juicebox in front of Phoebe, the plastic laid on Phoebe’s lips. Without thinking, without the ability to comprehend much of anything in that moment, Phoebe grasped at the straw with her mouth and started sucking in a deeply refreshing fruit punch. The rhythmic sucking did have a calming effect on her, “Hold it for me, doll, there you go!” “I’ll leave her to your care, let me know when she’s with the others, please, Marlene.” “You got it, sir.” Marlene placed a pile on the chair that Phoebe saw out of the corner of her eyes, not liking what she saw right away, toes curling in her much too loose tights at the sight of the bundle of clothes, and what sat on top of it. “Let’s get these sodden things off of you… That’s it, one leg out, then the other, good girl…” Marlene purred while fishing out a tiny leg, bare of any hair Phoebe had collected in her adolescence, before retrieving the other. Phoebe tried to not look as Marlene disrobed her, shutting her eyes tightly, just drinking in more of the juice. As the crimson liquid went down her throat, slowly the events conspiring around her diminished in importance, just like her thoughts. “Hold on, let me just take-” Phoebe whined, mewling like a babe when the juice box was taken from her hand, then her world disappeared while her hoodie was ripped away from her body, along with her tank top and pink and black bra that had been beneath that, none of the clothes offered the snug resistance they would have at the start of her morning when Phoebe had dressed herself. With a detached look, Phoebe glanced down at her chest, considerably smaller than it had been, and a ghostly wail rippled through her mind wondering where the hell her assets were, but not a peep more than a whimper came from Phoebe’s throat, and even that became silent as the juice box was replaced in her hand and she resumed her drinking. Again, Phoebe’s feet were moved without her say, only this time something was put on them. “What a big girl! You get to have your Minnie’s on! Such a lucky ducky, yes you are!” Marlene cooed as she brought the mouse themed Pull-Ups up Phoebe’s thighs and up to her waist. Phoebe gently squeezed her legs together, and a trembling feeling echoed inside, getting dressed in training pants by someone else? This was only the beginning, it would be sometime before she would be allowed to dress herself again in anything thinner than this. The humbling realization nearly struck her out of her stupor, but another sip solved that, and Phoebe resolved herself to her fate. Phoebe let the plaid, red and green skirt go up her legs without a struggle, and by the time the juice box was drained and empty so was her head, the hollow box gently taken away and the rest of her torso, including her modest chest, covered by a white blouse and a red blazer, the insignia of “Woodford Academy” on the chest. Helped back up on the chair, the clean pair of Pull-Ups at least were comfortable on the tough leather chair, Marlene threaded a pair of thick, wool stockings up Phoebe’s legs. “A little tight,” Marlene murmured more to herself than the cowed girl, “But suppose we won’t be worrying about that for too long, will we?” She laughed to herself. Phoebe’s blank face soured into a frown briefly before going back to a neutral expression while a shiny pair of black loafers were strapped to her feet while she sat as still as a potted plant. As a final touch, Marlene pulled Phoebe’s messy brunette hair back, and fastened it with a hairband. “Pretty as a posy!” Marlene declared. “Pretty as a posy…” Phoebe parroted, her hand taken and she was made to get out of the seat. She gave a confused look at her pile of discarded clothing, not even able to tell something was wrong, though deep down she knew something had gone terribly wrong, not having the current bandwidth to name it. “Don’t worry about that, dear, I’ll handle it in a bit, let’s get you to class.” “Huh?” Phoebe managed to ask as she was pulled out of the office, passing by a smiling Headmaster Peter Thorinson, waving goodbye to her. “What class?” “Silly girl, it’s orientation day for good little girls and boys like you, hun.” Marlene explained. “I don’t- I’m… Not?” “Shush, ducky, it’ll allll make sense soon, right? Yes? Good girl. Inside voice dear, classes are in session,” Marlene whispered in a hush voice as she led Phoebe through the hallways. It was a different, dizzying experience than the first time Phoebe had been led through the halls. Following Peter Thorinson, she still felt like an adult even if she had been following the long gait of the large man, she had been on a mission, something important? This time, led by the hand by the taller woman, it felt more akin to a kindergartner being taken to her first day of class, big girl class. Phoebe didn’t like it. “Here we are, sweetheart, I’ll be around to take you to lunch in a bit. Be good and do your homework, your tutor will be with you shortly.” Marlene told Phoebe, opening up a heavy door revealing three young teens, a girl and two boys, sitting at a square of four desks all pushed against each other, one seat empty, waiting for Phoebe. Automatically, Phoebe marched herself over to the remaining seat, and sat down, feeling disheartened when she realized she was the same size as the other kids. The other kids. She was a kid now… ----- Chapter 3 ----- The mix of metal and wood, cool to touch on Phoebe’s barely covered thighs, gave her a fleeting sense of sobriety. Both hands were on the smooth, lacquered surface of the desk in front of her, a pencil near her right and a piece of paper with some simple problems to solve lay in the center, one of the boys, a crown of light tufts that hung below his brow and a thin frame on his body, hurried to fill his page, a pencil in his hands scratching against the sheet in front of him with a fierce determination. To Phoebe’s right, the lone other girl, appeared to be doodling on her own sheet, a casual confidence in her hand’s movement and bored look on her gave Phoebe the impression she did not seem terribly impressed. The girl’s arms had their sleeves rolled up to her elbows, the white cuffs messily hanging revealing her smooth, chocolate colored complexion on her stick like arms. The bird that the girl was doodling had a familiarity that Phoebe found disconcerting, the young girl’s had strong talent, that was obvious even to an untrained eye, but the skill appeared to be touch and go, one swoop of movement a near photo quality of an eye and then the next swish of the pencil gave the peak a simple ‘V’ shape with squiggly lines. Directly across from her, the last member of their quartet, a boy who even sat down clearly showed a height that even in his early youth would’ve dwarfed Phoebe at her full height. His arms folded, face squeezed together in what he probably thought of as frustrating anger, but his boyish looks lent the expression a description that could best be called a pout. Phoebe sympathized with the lad, she felt like pouting too. His paper in front of him lay just as bare as Phoebe’s untouched one, an act of academic disobedience and rebellion. Though she could’ve quite say for certain, Phoebe could’ve sworn she heard a distinct rustling coming from the bull of a boy. A flower of pride bloomed in Phoebe. At least she got her Minnie’s instead of diapers like some stupid boy. She rubbed her temple. Where had that idea came from? Looking down towards the neat, clean plaid of her borrowed skirt, she frowned, adjusting her posture on the uncomfortable seat, feeling the soft plush of the Pull-Up that she wore beneath. No, she determined, no, getting put back in Pull-Ups was not something to be overly proud of, especially… The image of a soiled, completely drenched and yellow pair of bedwetting pants laying on top of her big girl- adult- clothes haunted Phoebe’s mind palace. “’Ello!” The girl, still doodling, shared a smile with Phoebe. “I’m Serine, what’s your name?” Phoebe wasn’t too inclined to do a meet and greet, chum around with children like her peers, though deep down she was in the grips of a more childish emotion than a stuck up feeling of superiority, a girlish shyness, brought in part due to the strange situation she had been thrust into, but also being in a room with strangers. A feeling long since forgotten was welling up inside her, one she hadn’t felt in years, she wanted her Daddy, to curl into his lap right now and sob into his chest until he fixed the bizarre scenario she had been put into or made her feelings right, whichever came first but preferably both. “Phoebe,” She whispered a mute greeting. “What?” Serine loudly pulled her seat nearer to Phoebe, to the latter’s dismay, the legs of the chair harshly scraping across the floor. “I can’t quite hear you…” Clearing her throat, she reintroduced herself, “Phoebe,” She clarified, a bit louder, though didn’t let her voice travel too far, in case the boys were listening. Just in case they had, Phoebe cast her gaze towards the brutish looking one across from her, nearly squeaking like the tiny mouse she felt like when she found him peering back at her with a rough look on his face. Serine looked in the direction of Phoebe’s sight, “Aww, don’t look so afraid! That’s just Chuck!” Serine leaned into whisper, “He’s just acting tough, deep down, he’s as harmless as a kitten. You know, he’s wearing a big, fat nappy! Just like a wee babe! Heehee! He’s not a big kid like us, I’m wearing- Errm, umm- Nothin’,” The girl added weakly, her hands descending down to press into her skirt, Serine quickly becoming just as shy as Phoebe felt. “Oi!” The big boy glared at Serine. “Shuttup!” That little bit of resistance was enough to bust Serine out of her funk. A finger pulled down her eye and a stuck out tongue showed Chuck how Serine felt about being told to be quiet. “What are you gonna do about it diaper baby?” “I’ll- I’ll smack you!” “Ha! You can’t hit a lady!” “Good thing I don’t see a lady, do I Serine?” “Quiet both of you!” The boy steadily focusing on his work shot both of the kids a look. “I’m trying to concentrate!” Serine and Chuck gave the quiet a look before promptly ignoring him. “Whatever, I don’t need to be dealing with stupid babies like you two boys now, do I? Phoebe, look here,” Serine shoved her paper towards the girl. Politely, Phoebe took a look at the rough, and sometimes downright awful, drawings. “Umm, yeah, they’re good…” Chuck rolled his eyes, “Ugh, stop showing off your stupid drawings, Serine!” “Yeah,” The boy still scribbling on his paper didn’t look up, “They’re not even good.” Sticking up a rude finger, Serine spat out a quick, “Screw you, Tod! Jeez, if all you kids are twats like you two, I’m not sure I even want to teach here…” She grumbled, pulling her paper back, putting a self conscious arm around her paper to shield it from any prying eyes, though Phoebe could see no one interested. That comment caught Phoebe off guard, her brain still felt fuzzy and full of cotton and clouds, she fought through it to study the girl to her right. Serine looked to Phoebe as girl who was about to or just entered her terrible teens, and with a hand that was split between looking like it could produce (at least) semi professional art and something someone half Serine’s apparent age drew. “You’re going to be a teacher, oh umm-” “Oh! You’re American? That’s so cool! I’ve always wanted to go to Disneyland! My Da- My husband Dan said he might take us on a holiday to go see it. First, I gotta keep a job though.” Serine said, her excitement bubbling over into her words with each and every syllable. Nervously, Phoebe scooted away from Serine, “Your husband?” She eyed the girl, uncertain whether she was lying or in a fantasy. “Don’t bother,” Chuck told Phoebe. “She’s in complete denial, or she’s drank the Koolaid too much. Both her and him,” He gestured a thumb towards the frantic boy next to him, “They’re too far gone to see the forest for the trees.” “Forest?” “Yeah, whatever wrong with this messed up town got them good, what about you kid?” “Who you calling kid, baby?” Serine slammed down her pencil, “I’m getting real sick of you acting high and mighty when you’re over there wearing a nappy!” “Yeah, yeah, whatever they did to me messed me up too, but let’s not pretend you aren’t wearing nothing like it. You really think they’re going to hire you to teach students when you’re needing frequent potty breaks, or worse by the time they’re done with you. Did you even question why your Daddy made you dress in a uniform today? You know he’s in on it, right? Or did you gloss over it just like you did when they told you you have to write on this stupid paper?” That got Serine fuming, she stood up, open palms thumping against the desk in front of her, kicking her chair back. “Don’t you dare talk about my Daddy!” She caught herself, red in the face, Phoebe unable to tell if it was from anger or humiliation, “I mean my Danny… Dan wouldn’t do nothin’ to hurt me! He loves me, and I’m his- I, I’m his, umm- His girlfriend?” Serine lost her composure, puckering her lips, a shaky hand reaching for the front of her skirt and suddenly sitting back down, with her legs pressed together, looking like she realized something that startled her. “Pfft-” Chuck exhaled dismissively. “So, what’s up with you?” Phoebe looked down, “Was… Looking for my friend… She stopped talking to me and…” She trailed off, the story of how she got here feeling fragmented. “Right. That’s why I’m here too, I’m an investigator, couple of missing persons reports around Woodford, and, shit, looks like I found out what happened to them. Evidence A, B, C, and D, right around this room. Sorry about your friend, but if you’re trying to find her, first place I’d start is the nursery.” Looking like she was on the verge of a breakdown, Phoebe fought to keep herself from crying, “That’s where… They told me she started working in the daycare…” “Chuckie!” A girl, an older girl, Phoebe realized as she walked in, looking to be a few years older than Phoebe was now. “Are you picking fights with the others again?” The stranger wore the same uniform as the two girls did, though Phoebe jealously noted how much the newcomer’s body filled her outfit more than Phoebe’s did, a bulky looking bag slung on her shoulders too big to be a purse. Both boys had their eyes on the older girl as she leaned over Chuck’s shoulder, her torso barely grazing the collar of the boy’s blazer. “I think I know what your issue is,” She cupped her hand over her mouth and whispered into his ear. Chuck turned crimson and looked down, before she added louder, “Is that what you need?” “Hiii Candice!” Serine chirped, “Did you do any more of that drawing I was helping you with? Did you bring it with you? Can I see it?” Candice grinned at Serine, “Oooh, sorry dear, I didn’t buuut, I did finish the line work, later on, you can help me color it, would you like that?” “Yeah!” The older girl gave Tod a side eyed glance, making him squirm in his seat with barely more than a look before turning her attention to Phoebe, “And you must be the newest member of our little breakfast club?” Cocking her head, Phoebe asked, “Breakfast club?” “Oh, haha, probably a bit before your time… Never mind, dear. Hmmm, and you three haven’t even started your work yet!” “I have!” “Yes you have! Tod, we all know what a good boy you are!” Phoebe could see how much Candice’s praise turned the quiet boy into an oozing puddle, looking at the girl with the sort of adoration only a boy or a love sick puppy dog could produce. “I’ve been practicing my arts though!” Serine said with a huff, “I’m going to show the Headmaster how good of a teacher I am!” Chuckling at the girl, Candice asked, “’Teacher’? Are you still playing that game? Come on, Serine.” Serine stood up straight, looking shocked. “Game?” She said in a tiny voice. Phoebe didn’t know what had happened between the two, but they had clearly spent some time together, enough to give Serine a positive impression of the senior student, that little bit of gaslighting was enough to crumble her defenses. She repeated, each repetition becoming whinier and smaller, “Game? Game? Game?” Her bottom lip quivered, eyes filling with distress and she looked down at her paper in disappointment. Without acknowledging the state she had just put Serine into, Candice reached a hand into her bag and pulled out a familiar looking juice box, taking the straw out of its wrapper and stabbing the cardboard container with it, starring at the studious young man, who’s pencil had finally stopped in its tracks. “You’ve been working sooo hard, Toddy, you deserve a little breakie break! And you three… Well, maybe a little sugar will give you the fuel you need to get started, hmm?” She said, placing it in front of Tod, pushing it towards the boy who grabbed it and immediately started sucking on it, then Candice retrieved one for each of the remaining kids around the ring of desks. One by one, she plunged a straw into the box before placing it in front of its new owner. Serine, the poor girl didn’t even look at hers, looking lost in thought, looking like she was about to cry at the sight of her inconsistent doodles, as if she were visiting a gallery of abstract art and trying to siphon meaning from a particularly ethereal painting. The older girl had to lean in and whisper some encouragement to Chuck before he reluctantly took the box in his hand. A hand lightly rubbed Chuck’s shoulder while he starred at the fruit punch like it was a shot of the most vile liquor he had ever laid his eyes on, shutting his eyes shut before putting the straw through his lips, taking a long, drawn out pull from the box before it lowered. Serine lifted her head up, suddenly alarmed. “Candice?” “Just a moment Serine.” Candice stepped around the desks to stand next to Phoebe, who felt like she was on the warpath of a vicious tiger, hair standing straight up, anxiety building, heart beginning to pound in her heart as a juice box was pushed towards her. “We haven’t been properly introduced, have we? I’m Candice, charmed, I’m quite sure. And what’s your name?” “Candice!” Serine said with growing urgency. Candice clicked her tongue, “Just a moment, sweetie, if you can’t handle the questions, just do some more of your little drawings, I have some crayons in here somewhere, do try and color between the lines, yeah?” Serine started fidgeting in her seat, hands pulling in under her thighs as she hopped a bit. “But go on sweetie, what’s your name?” “It’s… Phoebe…” She said shyly next to the pretty girl, her insecurities rearing their ugly heads, a terrible hydra, each comparing assets this Candice girl had that Phoebe lacked, things that had been taken away and things she never had to begin with. Alluring blue eyes, skin with a glowing radiance, silky smooth blond hair, beautiful acrylic nails that tapped on the desk Phoebe was at, long legs with just the right amount of heft in all the right places, a chest that heaved out that Phoebe couldn’t rival against at her peak. Candice would’ve made Phoebe feel like a child yesterday, today, she made Phoebe felt like a tween being babysat. “Hmm…” Candice mused to herself. “Phoebe, what a pretty name… Take a drink from your box, sweetie, you look tense, it’ll make you feel alllll better, trust me.” With panic barely contained, Serine piped up again, “Candice!” This time, Candice flat out ignored Serine, “Go on…” “I don’t think I want to,” Phoebe shook her head, trying to move herself as far as she could in the seat she was glued to, treating the juice box like a bomb. “Oh, Phoebe,” Candice said with a pouty voice, jutting a bottom lip out like the girl was genuinely hurting her feelings, “Just a sip. Pweeease? Just fow me?” Her baby voice was laid on thick, and though it was patronizing, there was a pull of persuasion, Phoebe felt an innate wish to please Candice, a talent that surely made her quite popular among her peers, and made those who weren’t put her on a pedestal. “Mmm!” Serine raised herself off her seat, whining, then gasping, and finally, mouth going silent, a look of deep shame eclipsing all other emotions from her face that made her look both older beyond her years and in contradiction so young and vulnerable. The pity hit Phoebe before the smell of Serine’s accident, but she could tell before that what happened. The utter defeat on the young girl’s face was enough to give Phoebe more than a hint what happen. Serine let out a sniffle, “Candice…” She pleaded, all ego vanished from her body. “Help…” “Serine, sweetie… Sit down, I’ll deal with you in a second.” “But…” Candice let out an audible, exaggerated sigh, stepping over to Serine, and lifted up the girl’s skirt to others who each felt the ache of second hand embarrassment as the pink training pants that were much to similar to the pair beneath Phoebe’s own skirt for her own comfort was revealed. The Pull-Ups, designed for a child much smaller than Serine, hung on by a thread, totally discolored in the front and the back, a wonder how it didn’t burst. She didn’t need to, to know what happened, but Candice felt the back of the training pants. “Yup, I thought so, completely ruined. Well, no worries, I happen to have a diaper in here just. Your. Size.” She said it almost like a threat, and Phoebe could almost visibly see the grown woman Serine once was retreat further inside the girl like a turtle withdrawing into her shell. Whimpering, she begged, “Can you change me?” “I will, but Chuckie first, he’s been sitting in his soggy pants for a bit longer than you, baby girl.” She added the last bit, that last bit of cruel insult added to injury that made the girl break, and start silently sobbing with quiet intakes of breath. Chuck flinched like the words struck him, “It’s ok… She can go first.” “Nonsense, Chuckie, I’m not going to let you get a rash on my watch.” “Please, it’s okay, she needs it more…” “No,” She told Chuck, turning back to Serine, “Sit. Now.” The senior student commanded with such authority that Phoebe felt the need to plant her butt even further than it had now. Serine obeyed, completing the bizarre humiliation ritual. Phoebe wanted to reach out and hold Serine, lie to her and tell her everything would be better, thoughts of rescuing her friend from whatever awful fate had befallen her in this place the furthest thing in her mind, but between the two tugging ideas, a sense of self-preservation prevailed, keeping quiet, until the silent tug of war won in a direction. Phoebe reached out and pulled on Candice’s sleeve as the girl moved towards Chuck, hand on her bag as if it were a sheathed weapon. “Please, change her.” Candice turned her head towards her. “Really? You want her to go first? Please tell me Chuckie wasn’t that much of a bully… Hmph! Fine, I’ll change the baby girl, ladies first, right? Buuuut, before that, I want to see each of those juice boxes emptied.” Chuck gritted his teeth and picked up his drink to finish, Phoebe sucked in a breath, Serine sobbed, and Tod obeyed without question, already drinking to finish his box before the ultimatum was offered, a glazed look on his dreamy face. Phoebe picked up her own and started putting all the liquid in her mouth as quickly as she could, not registering the pleasant notes of fruit hitting her tongue until the last drop was gone and she sucked in air, placing the empty carton down on the desk a minute after Chuck had. “Serine, honey, I said each of those boxes needed to be emptied before I change you, or would you rather I change Chuckie while you compose yourself?” Serine looked over at Candice with a weary side eyed glance, picking up her box and draining it between sobs. It fell from her grasp a moment later, but Phoebe didn’t notice, she was lost in her own little world by the time Candice took the girl and led her away, leaving the remaining trio in silence. ----- Chapter 4 ----- By the time Candice had come back with Serine in tow, Phoebe was already soaked. A double dose of juice had that effect. She wasn’t sure when it had happened, one second she was fine, and the next, her crotch had a considerable amount of squish around it. Phoebe couldn’t even find a complaint in the situation. She hopped up and down in her seat, finding the soggy cloud that her bum landed in quite pleasant, and relaxing, and made her feel giddy as well as smart in discovering this new game. The boys, noticing Phoebe’s hops in her seat didn’t wait long in following suit. Chuck did a little bop, then let out an uncharacteristic giggle before doing it some more. Going a different route, Tod stood and pulled down the front of his trousers, revealing a well soaked face of Mickey Mouse on his blue training pants that he prodded at, completely unfazed by the girl his age watching him do so, tapping along the Pull-Up without care for judgment or reprisal. “Looks like your little friends have found a way to preoccupy themselves, haven’t they, sweetie?” Candice told Serine, quietly but happily licking a lolly, looking content and much less bothered than she had when she had left. The tears had dried up, but they had left their mark, ugly black marks of trailed eye liner stemming from above Serine’s cheeks told their story well enough. If Phoebe had been in the right state of mind and hadn’t had the context to guess that this little girl wasn’t the age she appeared to be, she might have wondered if Serine wasn’t a big young for make up. As it was however, these details escaped Phoebe for the moment, she didn’t even think to comment on the fact that Serine’s skirt and Pull-Up had been completely replaced by a thick cushion that bore Sesame Street characters. No, all Phoebe saw at this moment was the candy on the stick and knew she wanted one too. Phoebe, impulses unhindered by trivial things like common decency and manners, lunged for Serine’s candy, “Mine!”, Hand outstretched for her, but miscalculated, or rather didn’t bother calculating at all, only accomplishing little more than landing harshly on her knees. She took a second to register the pain radiating from her kneecaps, then let out a yelp and cried for her hurting legs. Serine simply looked down with disinterest, licking her sucker while the other girl screamed her little lungs out. Candice knelt down and patted the junior ‘student’ on her back and let out a soothing, “Hey, hey, it’s ok, just a little scrape, nothing to be so upset about.” No one in the room saw the sadistic gleam in the older girl’s eyes. In her short tumble down to the floor, Phoebe’s skirt had ended up hiked up, revealing her own wet backside to all the uncaring views of her peers, two of who only had eyes for the well endowed girl helping Phoebe get up to her feet, and the other who stood still and didn’t seem to have much concern for anything other than making her sweet treat disappear as quickly as she could. A subtle change was happening while Serine licked her lolly. Her hair seemed to be lengthening, in actuality, it remained the same length, it was the head and neck that shrunk down creating the illusion of the hair growing as the distance between her hair and body shrank. What body that was there once, Phoebe never had a clue, but the hints that had been there were erased, with each lick, valleys and hills became smooth plains as a young woman drifted into the girl she once was. Her rolled up sleeves drifted down as the blazer and blouse beneath hung lower and lower on the frame of the shoulders. That very blazer started offering a meager trace of modesty, the jacket descending down to make a makeshift dress that crept past the waist and the diaper, touching first the white edges of the top before enveloping more space as it reached towards the print of the colorful Muppets on the front. No one seemed to notice these subtle changes as Phoebe threw her fit on the floor while Candice propped her up and made her sit down like a wailing brat on the floor of a supermarket that had just been told she couldn’t have her way. However, it didn’t seem to be unexpected, as when Candice gathered Serine, looping her arm in the now even younger girl’s and led her to her own desk, Candice took a second to refasten the tapes on Serine’s padding before she sat down. None of the four questioned this. Through crocodile tears going down her face, Phoebe let out a whine, “Wanna suck’r too!” “Don’t fret, baby,” Phoebe didn’t object to the new label that was appropriated to her, “Everyone gets a lolly, but you,” She tapped Phoebe’s little nose, “Have to wait your turn. Ohhh, Chuckie, darling, you’ve been sitting in your nappy the longest, come with me!” Tod made an attempt to stand up and walk towards his idol, only to get lowered down by a hand on his chest. Instead, Candice taking Chuck’s hand and leading him away with nary a whimper or a word, his fight seemed to have abandoned him, and he allowed himself to be taken away, although ‘allow’ was a strong word which implied that he had any say in the matter to begin with. The lone boy left watching his childish crutch walk away with his would be rival didn’t have the mental fortitude not to act out, brushing away his hard work with a sweep of his arm, grunting, sending away pencil and paper that drifted towards the wooden floor like leaves to an Autumn ground. Looking towards her neighbor, Tod’s outburst went completely unnoticed by Phoebe we tended her aching knees with a rub of the hand while she sulked. Phoebe watched Serine consume her candy with a single minded intensity, red lines of slobber dribbling down her cheeks without heed. Jealousy and greed and pain were the only things that Phoebe felt at that moment. Her sin nearly got the best of her, just about to reach over and, smack Serine? Steal from Serine? Something, something that told the uncaring child that Phoebe felt the moment was unfair, why should she get her candy and Phoebe shouldn’t? It just wasn’t right, and only applied violence or theft could right that wrong. Swept up in her feels like schoolwork getting brushed away from a desk, Phoebe didn’t notice another dribble pushing its way into the already limited space of her Pull-Up until it was trickling down her legs. She stopped her near tantrum in its tracks and looked down in confusion as she leaked, the moisture not wicked away by the padding like in the last few cases and falling down in her seated position to make her skirt wet. Confusion racked her brain. I leaked? The sturdy material of the plaid skirt grew damp as Phoebe laid a hand between her thighs, sopping up some of her accident, feeling the remainder seeping down to her seat. An errant thought crossed her mind. What’s Carla going to think? She could imagine her friend finding her, soaked and teary eyed, begging her for a change. Carla would’ve helped her out, gotten a nice shower ready for her, but at the same time she would’ve relentlessly teased her for weeks, like she had during that 21st birthday, for a month afterwards, Carla would poke fun with little comments like, ‘Did you make it to the potty?’ and ‘I’m starting a load of laundry, do you sheets need a wash?’ It made her feel tiny. Carla… Phoebe wasn’t supposed to be here, getting jealous of a little girl eating candy, sitting across from a boy old enough to know not to pick his nose digging for gold while looking grumpy because the pretty girl wasn’t paying attention to him, sitting on a wet skirt for a girl 15 years younger than her in training pant for a girl 25 years younger than her. It sobered her up, slightly. Not by much, the clouds in her head were fogging her thoughts quite a bit still, if Phoebe was asked right now what her phone number was, she wouldn’t be able to say, if she was asked what her major in college was an image of building blocks would be the only thing to come to mind, if she was asked what a good meal was she’d be more likely to say chicken nuggies and mac and cheese rather than a beef wellington, but she knew one thing for certain, the adult inside of her urged her to push her chair back, stand up, and walk her happy butt to the door before she got any worse. And that’s what she did. “Hey! Hey! We not s’posed to get up!” Tod called out as Phoebe stood up. Freaking tattletales, Phoebe cursed him, looking back at Tod and sticking his tongue out at him. “Hey!” Turning back around, Phoebe shuddered seeing Serine. Her red saucer was nearly to the stick, and the girl looked well on her way to single digits, her clothes, the ones on her anyway, hung more and more off her tiny frame, making her look less like a would be teen and more like a child playing dress up. Creeping up to the door as quietly as she could, her skirt clinging to her thighs as an unpleasant reminder of what she had down. Clop-clop-clop, the soles of her heavy loafers made as she made her way across the floor no matter how hard she tried to tip toe. Nearly there… The sounds of her fellow regressed students, prisoners, sufferers, behind her, Tod whining objections of Phoebe sneaking away, Serine loudly consuming her sucker that made her sail back through her lifespan. The door was nearly there. She reached her hand out for it… And it opened on its own. Phoebe let out a gasp as Candice stepped in, Chuck, or rather Chuckie, getting led in by the hand by the older student, his trousers replaced by a sole diaper, much like little Serine’s, and like the girl, Chuckie’s hands were getting dirty as he happily lapped at the red sucker he had. “Going somewhere cutie?” Candice asked with a bat of her eyelashes, smirking down at the girl a head shorter than her. “I- I-” “Find your way to your seat, love,” Candice pulled Chuckie forward and gave him a little push, “I think we have to handle our new new friend first…” Tod stood up, stomping a foot in frustration, “No! I’m next me!” Candice let out a scoff and rolled her eyes, “Wait a moment, young man! Your time will come and I will get you some extra special cuddles,” She offered, putting a light lilt in her voice to appease him. “Now! Now! Now!” Tod screamed out, Chuckie moving towards him and Serine, who at this point was looking noticeably smaller and smaller, reaching a tiny 8 years old, barely a nub left on her sucker. Ignoring the tantrum throwing, neglected boy, Candice only had eyes for Phoebe, as much as she wished that wasn’t the case. “Don’t tell me,” Candice mused as she approached Phoebe with a measured step, then another, then another, making the girl back away inch by inch, taking steps back without looking away from the prowling older student, “Did baby girl wet her knickers and was coming to beg for a change, hmm? Let’s have a see.” Candice flipped up Phoebe’s skirt, her drenched Pull-Ups on full display for the others who had other matters on their mind, but it reached its audience, “Tut tut! Phoebe, hon, you’ve completely soaked yourself! It’s all running down your leg! And here I thought you were a big girl, I suppose that’s on me… My, my, no wonder you met me at the door. Tsk, just like your little friends I don’t think you’re quite ready for the training pants, are you?” Candice asked, enjoying herself a bit too much, reaching out and grabbing Phoebe by the wrist. “Mmmph!” Phoebe winced, eyes shut hard, trying to pull her wrist back to her side with all her might, but getting over powered, as her body twisted and tried to move back, her legs pushing together, letting more of the saturated Pull-Up release down her leg. “Don’t tell me you were jealous of little Seriney, were you? Oh, well I have just the undies for you, my dear!” Something sweet was pushed between Phoebe’s lips, a sweet and tart cherry flavor coated her tongue. Eyes popping out, Phoebe looked down to find a cardboard stick popping out of her mouth. Her first instinct to was to whip it out, throw it away like a grenade, but… The sucker could barely be contained by the space in her mouth, her tongue could not get enough of it, swiping against the hard candy as quickly as she could, the sugar and spit mixing together, rolling down her throat, she couldn’t get it down her throat fast enough. Almost an act of mercy, Candice pulled the sucker out of her mouth, and placed it in Phoebe’s hand, becoming just as sticky as Chuckie’s and Serine’s in the matter of seconds. Phoebe went to work licking to candy. She didn’t notice as she was pulled away from the room, her attention solely focused on finishing her lolly. Lick lick lick… All that was important was the candy getting lopped up, Phoebe barely noticed as a hallway and doors drifted by in the background, the squish of her underwear with every step, the bathroom she appeared in, laid down in, where her skirt was ripped away, as was the Pull-Up. Her legs raised, something thick and fluffy laid underneath her rear. Her legs and crotch laboriously cleaned by a young woman who was making obligatory cooing and soft noises to the girl who was licking her candy. Her first diaper change in two and a half decades barely warranted a raised head, but what did make Phoebe’s simplified brain twitch in recognition, her body was starting to ache. The changes before were subtle compared to what she felt right now, chest flattening, body fat pudging out, the grip of adolescence loosening its hold on Phoebe’s body as she was not so painlessly eased back into the onset of youth. Over the course of a blink, Phoebe’s lower body was covered by its soft, new padding, smelling sweetly of baby powder, and she was lifted up, and her face pointed at a nearby mirror cruelly by Candice, where Phoebe saw a familiar looking child. Still slurping on her sucker, the only thing that seemed to matter to Phoebe and her selfish body, her reflection showed her an 11 year old version of herself, dressed in a diaper the same as Serine and Chuckie with a red sugared covered face, and Phoebe could only scream in her thoughts. ----- Chapter 5 ----- Apathy. All that mattered was the sugar coursing through her body, and getting more of it. Never mind the fact that the blazer that would’ve been by far too small for Phoebe a mere few hours ago, a life time ago but in reverse, now felt like a bulky blanket and started to hang below her hands. No, the candy was more important. She had no room in her heart to care about anything other than that, not the ache in her teeth, not her borrowed shoes that had been discarded in favor for the thick stockings that now hung loosely to her legs. Phoebe obediently followed Candice down the academy’s halls, though thankfully deserted, a low pang resounded in the back of Phoebe’s mind, the low, little voice of what remained of her true self, that became increasingly drowned out by the feelings and impulses of childhood that came prepackaged with her new (old) form. Occasionally, Phoebe’s tormentor would pause, pull Phoebe’s diaper up as far as she could and refasten the tapes to fit her diminishing body. That small voice recoiled in disgust at the touch of the teenager, while the rest of her screamed out to run, play, shout. It was only due to the candy in front of her mouth that she didn’t immediately do as she was bid by her impulses. Brought back to the small room with four desks, Phoebe barely noted the tiny, messy faced tot hiding under her desk, Serine, snuggled in what used to be a blazer that belonged to someone who looked like an attendee for the Academy, her loosely padded bum in the air, snoozing with her discarded sucker stick by her , a sneak peek into Phobe’s fate. The big boy Chuckie, with only a bit of a head start on Phoebe, maybe 2 or 3 years younger than her but still taller than her, still eating his lolly just as quickly as Serine had and Phoebe was doing now. Tod, still fuming, stomped angrily towards Candice. “I wan’ my turn now!” Candice could do little more than burst out laughing. “So demanding! Yes, fine Tod, it’s time for your little turn! I wish you could see yourself, begging for your ‘big boy pants’ to be changed by a girl your daughter’s age.” “Huh, my d-daughter?” “Silly boy, yes your daughter, we found out all about you before you came here to play with us, your wife, your girl, your boys, your mistress…” Tod took a few steps away, looking utterly befuddled, “You… You know about Mindy? You didn’t tell Evelyn, did you?” A shade of his former self reappeared. Candice gently pushed on Phoebe’s back, her loose blazer becoming more dresslike just as Serine’s had brushing against her shoulders before drooping back down once the force of Candice’s hand left, Phoebe stepped towards the quartet of desks, finding her way to an empty seat. “Oh, don’t you worry about Evelyn finding out about anything, dear. She’s a little beyond caring about anything, at the moment.” “’Beyond’?” “Weeell, when your daughter found out about yours and your wife’s infidelities-” Tod sputtered, “Wait, Evelyn was cheating on me?! That’s two-faced w-” “A-bup-bup-bup!” Candice put a finger to his lips, “Don’t interrupt, love, the grown up is talking!” That made Tod let out a little peep of surprise, but had the desired effect. “And yes, Evelyn and a beau as well, but you shouldn’t be too upset with her,” Candice took a few steps towards the other kids, the desks, going up to Tod’s in particular, with following along, uncertain of what other options he had, wanting to hear her answers. “That would make you a bit of a hypocrite, no? Ohhh, that might be a bit of a big word for such a little boy…” That comment seemed to have struck a nerve, Tod’s preteen face becoming scrunched up in anger, “Are you calling me dumb? I’m not stupid!” “I never said you were stupid, Toddy,” Candice said, perusing the paper she had just picked up off the floor, “Tsk, tsk! So many wrong answers!” She said, pulling a red pen out of her diaper bag and begun to check off line and line of questions. Visibly shaking, Tod let out an angry, “Don’t call me stupid!” “Psh, is being uneducated really that more of an issue than you and your wife cheating on each other? Breaking up your happy little family? You know, I personally consoled your daughter when she found the texts. Do you even remember me being over at your home, sitting in your daughter’s room with her, holding her when she was crying? I very specifically remember you walking by, on the phone, where you on call with Mindy while your baby girl was torn?” “I was- making a deal,” Tod muttered, slowly backing away, still glaring at the red pen marking the page he had just been working on. “Oh, I’ve heard all about your ‘deals’ as well! The whole town has! You know, we have a whole daycare filled with people like you. They see a happy, small community, low costs on houses, and they don’t think ‘This would make a lovely place to raise my kids!’ No, they think, as did you,” She reminded him, “Only an idiot would pass up this place! I’ll buy up all the property, then turn around and sell it to factories, data centers, people who would tear down our buildings and homes that have been here for centuries in some cases, and turn it all into a car park, nothing but asphalt and modern deco gray as far as the eye can see! Well, I’ll tell you this, buddy boy, the folks who tried before couldn’t tell you which color gray is much less spell it!” The young man shrank before the teen showing him the page, marked red, but he suddenly realized who his peers were, Chuckie couldn’t be more than 6, Phoebe, on the wrong side of puberty, absolutely devouring her candy, and little Serine, still loudly enjoying her nap time. Tod was looking up at Candice now, feeling like he was looking up at the top of a pit he had dug himself into. His chest started heaving as he gazed at the paper Candice held out to him, eyes going up and down, “D-don’t call me stupid…” Candice laughed again, making Serine stir in her spot under the desks, and Phoebe and Chuckie both looked up. “He says, not even noticing he’s leaking his diaper.” Looking down, Tod found it was true, just as Phoebe’s had, his Pull-Ups couldn’t fully take the aftermath of his juice, and twin trails of his spillage were darkening his slacks. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, Toddy-boy,” Candice leaned in, the boy still a man, his eyes automatically trained on her chest, “Cases like yours? They’re my fav-o-rite.” She tapped him on the nose, bringing his sight on her finger, then on her own nose that she booped with a wink. “Those three?” She gestured towards the other regressed kids, “They don’t fully deserve this, not really,” Candice shook her head, “Ol’ Chuck and Miss America, they’re out here looking for missing people, noble, really. And all they’ll get for their troubles is becoming playmates for those missing people and maybe a few bottles. Serine? Her husband thought that she would make a better daughter than a wife, a bit erratic, tad bit of an over-spender, allergic to keeping steady work, those were her biggest sins…” “You though? Adulterer, which is a funny description for a lad who can’t keep his peepee dry to save his life, family neglector, a would be town destroyer, and of course, well, I saw how you looked at me when you first got here, you were what, already in your mid twenties? And eyeing up a girl your kid’s age? Tsk, tsk, Toddy-boy…” Tod was trembling at this point, seeing the writing on the wall, tears coming down his face as the full gravity of what was about to come to him became apparent. “You know what’s really, really funny to me? Even knowing all of this, you still let me, want me, to take off your pants, don’t you?” “Mmmm no…” He muttered. “Tod, sweetie, no lying.” Grinding his teeth, looking down, “Y-yes…” “Alright, baby, I’ll do it, all you have to do is say, ‘Miss Candice, will you please change my nappy?’” “M-m-Miss Candice, will you please change my nappy?” “Let’s make that a pretty please.” “M-Miss Candice, will you pretty please change my nappy?” “’Because I’m just a wittle boy and can’t control my weewee.’” “-Because. I’m just a wittle boy and can’t control my weewee…” Tod said, defeated. Candice took Tod by the hand, “Oh, don’t look so glum, chum! Think about it this way, you and Evelyn will have such a better relationship in the nursery, I hear she still likes to have lots of little play dates. Toddy boy, did you even notice your wife was gone for two days? Well, s’pose your kids are used to Mummy and Daddy being away…” “No, no, no!” Tod’s voice trailed off as he was led away, kicking and screaming and trying to plant his feet into the smooth wooden floor that offered no purchase for him, acting as though his body still had his strength as a grown man, only to give the resistance of a petulant child. “Noooooo!” And his voice carried off down the hall, into the Academy. And Phoebe was left alone, apathetic, with a little boy and a little girl with herself not too far behind, and Phoebe was just left alone, with her sucker, and her thoughts, or the absence of them. Lick-lick-lick. Phoebe and Chuckie slipped down through their childhood as they ate their lollies. Until the little boy covered in sticky red sugar and pudgy baby fat gnawed on his spent stick for a few seconds, before letting out a yawn, curling up in his seat, his former pubescent self’s clothes, his nappy barely hanging on to his toddler form, the former detective settling down for his first nap of his second childhood. And Phoebe was left alone. Two slumbering three year olds sharing the space with her and her nearly gone sucker, looking like she was just a few days shy of heading to her first day of kindergarten. Her diaper beneath her butt taking up more and more real-estate, and though it was beyond her notice, going from crisp, dry fluff, to slightly damp as her legs and waist shrank through the holes in it. Not that she could see, the show happening below her tent the blazer had made around her. At some point, her teeth had painstakingly gone from her adult set to her milk teeth, but her body was on autopilot and she couldn’t scream out in agony and horror like the increasingly small voice in the back of her head wanted to. Lick-lick-lick… Like an addict, just as she could’ve assumed Serine had and could see Chuckie out of her uncaring peripheral, Phoebe, nearing toddlerhood, chomped down on the red tipped stick, and when no more of the sweetness could be gained from that act, she licked her face, and sucked her fingers, and finally let out a yawn, the inside of her belly feeling just as sticky as the outside, and her brain becoming further and further from its starting point, heavy and slow, hard to grasp the finer details of the situation in front of her, and she did the only thing that came to mind. She let out a yawn, plucked a thumb into her mouth, and lowered herself slowly on to the ground, burrowing into her clothes like a nesting little mouse, her tangle of hair hiding the light of the room from her sore, tired eyes, nearly losing her diaper in the process, and drifting off to sleep just as Candice came back in the room, a happy Tod slurping on the final sucker, only barely glancing at the others as he waddled behind the teenager in his fresh diaper. And sleep took over. ----- Chapter 6 ----- A cold wipe rubbing against her face woke Phoebe up before she was ready. Her slow head ached with haze and tiredness. Letting out an incoherent whine, Phoebe tried to push away the hand that cleaned, only when she felt just how huge the hand was that her whining took on words. “Stop!” The sound and weight of her voice made her eyes pop open. She sounded like a chipmunk! And then… The enormous hand holding the wipe moved towards her face again, looking like the scale of a truck to the small toddler Phoebe she had become. The fear response in her went haywire, the fight or flight pushing massively towards flight, and before she could help it, Phoebe was wailing, sounding like a siren going off in its high pitched cry. That alone may have been enough to cut her off if she were in the right state of mind, by then, though, her erratic feelings had burst out and there was no putting the plug back in. Her tiny limbs flailed about wildly, screaming and heaving uncontrollably, her brain unable to process what was going on. Through the thrashing and yelling, she barely registered the feeling of wet, discomfort that was seeping into the thick plush of the new, more fitting diaper that was between her legs. There was some stirring to her let and right. Then one voice joined her chorus of fear. And then another. And finally a third. “Oh gosh! Look what you’ve done, you shrill seagull! You got all the other babies riled up too!” Phoebe didn’t care, she wanted away from this giant, and she pushed and tried to get away, only to find that surrounding her was a soft, cushioned wall that went up from every side, with only the large face of the teenager that had put her into this precariously distressing position. Doing all she could to get away, Phoebe found her resource of energy quickly depleted, and even though she had just woken up, her screaming and moving had tuckered her out considerably, whatever fight had been left, leaving Phoebe exhausted. Her other inmates though? They were just getting started, and were still crying and moving in their own prams. Their own screams of anguish and confusion not making the state of confusion and fear any easier to shrug away in the tiny girl. She let out a few more shudders of pained cries before even that was too much for her. Her gaze looked around her space, trying to find some measure of comfort or a way to escape, but she was immediately captivated by what she found her body turned into. When Phoebe had set off today from her lonely little flat in London, setting off to find her friend, all of this feeling like a dreamy memory belonging to someone else, she was a somewhat tall, confident young woman of 28, standing at 5’7 and 5’9 in the heels she wore at work, wearing her beautiful brunette hair straight back just touching the top of her back below her neckline, her hoodie hiding her sizable but modest chest and her rear conservatively covered by tights and loose skirt. All that was gone. What she found below to her shock was the pudgy body of a three year old in just a diaper, a swollen belly bigger than her chest, what once were shapely hips easily hidden away now in padding, whatever muscles she had earned by countless mornings and evenings in the gym were erased, arms and legs no harder than a block of blue cheese. Shocked silent, Phoebe gazed down at the form that she could barely recognize as her own, in grief for the loss of her body that she may have had her own complaints about, but at least it was her own. From the sounds of it, the others were sharing the same experience. Shrieks of confusion turned into cries of anger and sadness. In youth, it was impossible to differentiate genders, Phoebe was unable to tell the difference between Serine, or Tod, or Chuckie, to her, they all just sounded like bawling toddlers, just like her. “I suppose its not that big of a deal. I like have an audience.” Candice said, moving out of the view of the pram terrifying but surprisingly safe feeling inner walls. Phoebe heard the sound of a loud zipper being pulled, during her moment without adult supervision she desperately looked for some escape, any way to free herself from her inevitable destiny. Candice found what she was looking for and stepped up to one of the other prams. “Here you go, Toddy. Mia and Heath-” “Mia?” Phoebe heard a tiny voice ask, “Heath?” “Yeah,” Candice laughed, “Mia and Heath, your mistress and your best friend. Evelyn’s fling. Did you know that? Well, Mia and Heath figured it out, that the two of you were cheating with each other, turns out its something of a bonding experience. They got together and well… Looks like you and Evelyn get to stay together with Mia and Heath! They’ve decided to adopt the two of you. As twins. Pretty small too, 8 months? Not a lot going on there, hope you enjoy crawling around learning how to talk! At least you won’t be doing it alone. And hey! Maybe your kids won’t mind babysitting, Mia and Heath are taking them too, that’ll be pretty easy given Heath is their Godfather. Between the inheritance and insurance, looks like your whole little family is going to be living on easy street! Drink up, buttercup.” Phoebe heard the distinct sounds of suckling as Candice moved on. The other two had calmed their caterwauling enough to listen in as well. There was a pitiful whimper coming further down the row. “Awww, Serine, don’t get so sad baby girl,” More sounds of heartbreaking crying before it was plugged and more sounds of nursing, “Your husband, excuse me, Daddy, isn’t asking for you to be that far away from where you are now. 2 years old! So big! You’ll be running around and having fun, no tears, Serine, you won’t remember why you were crying for very long anyways. This is the final go, after you finish this, you’ll be a blank slate. If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think your Daddy wants to change anything about you, plans on putting you in darling looking clothes, has a bunch of art supplies… I bet Nanny will let you color on her wall again, would you like that, sweetie? Haha, I’ll just take that as a yes.” “Fuck you…” An adorably little voice came from the bassinet closest to Phoebe, she only knew who’s voice it was by process of elimination, Chuckie, the detective, who’s path to the truth ended here, not in the bottom of a ditch but at the bottom of his lifespan, and in truth, Phoebe didn’t have the cognitive where with all to be able to piece together philosophical questions on which was worse, she just knew that they were all in trouble. From out of the corner of the edge of the cushioned walls around Phoebe’s carriage, she could see the face of Candice looking down, sneering, an evil snicker coming from her, “Aww, that’s such a big boy word! Naughty naughty! I suppose,” She pretended to muse, scratching her chin lightly with a manicured, painted nail, “I can let it go, just this once, handsome. Any other time, I might up the dosage, made you a few months younger than the targeted goal, but I like you Chuckie. Coming here to help people, admirable. You know, I like to think I help people too.” A third mouth started sucking from whatever Candice was giving the others. “And unfortunately, you just got in the way…” Finally, Candice came to Phoebe, she got to see the baby bottle in the teenager’s hand, tapping on it with her fingers in anticipation. “And we come to our final contestant. Well, well, little one, I didn’t get to see how you looked as an adult, but I feel like I can safely say that you are by far cuter this way. Look at those chubby little cheeks!” She pinched said cheeks for emphasis, “Seriously, I see lots, and I really mean lots, of boys and girls and you are such a cutie! I could eat up those toesy-woesies!” A rubber bulb was pressed between Phoebe’s lips while she was caught up in the strange pleasure she got from the attention she was getting from Candice wiggling her toes, a girlish giggle interrupted by the means of an artificial teat delivery a cold, tasty cream. Phoebe wanted to toss aside the bottle, throw it back at the stupid face of the big girl, but found she couldn’t. It was like the fatty drink had everything her body was craving, and she clung to the bottle for dear life and joined in on the chorus of other milk drinkers. She even purred like a kitten as she drained the bottle as fast as her tiny form could take in the sweet cream. “Poor baby, came here to find your friend, huh? Yeah, you aren’t the first, kiddo, won’t be the last. If it makes you feel better, you’re going to be seeing her, soon enough. Her parents, her new ones, I don’t know if you knew her originals, they even agreed to let the two of you stay together. Lucky you!” Phoebe wasn’t paying attention to Candice or the news that soon she would be reunited with Carly. The cream made a soothing salve as Phoebe’s body entered its final metamorphosis, she sucked from the bottle as her limbs shrank and became weak until she could no longer hold the bottle by herself. Her mouth ached, teeth disappearing along the nipple, her vocal cords inside grew stiff and strained, physically unable to say the words that were drifting further and further away from her vocabulary. Her back became rigid but soft, neck feeling like jelly. The lights peering into the pram became too much for Phoebe to endure, and she shut her eyes. As her body became tinier and tinier, everything that was inside Phoebe demanded to be evacuated as the space inside became just as tiny as the rest of her. Phoebe’s little legs crept into the holes of her big girl diaper, with a grunt, she used up the rest of her strength to lift her butt and released everything. A gag inducing, horrible smelling mush fell into the back of her diaper, squishy and hot, too hot, the malleable material coating the bottom of the officially baby Phoebe. Dropping the bottle, she let out a scream from a toothless mouth. Thoughts no longer had words associated with them, feeling floated through the little, loud girl, and she had no shame in sharing those loud, loud feelings with the rest of her newly regressed peers, who openly shared her frustration with their own cries. Phoebe was feeling icky and she wanted it fixed now! One by one, each of the babies was taken out of their carrier and brought over to a changing table next to a small bundle of clothes waiting for them, each with a big mess in their now oversized diaper. Ever the whiny little boy, Tod, squirming throughout his change, was place into a blue and white sailor suit with a matching blue hat and his new underwear hanging just below his shirt. A request by his new Mommy that will go perfectly with his new twin. The finishing touch was a quick trim to his locks, thinning out the bulk of it, letting it land on a clear, plastic mat beneath him. Candice seemed to take her sweet time in getting the little boy’s look juuust right in spite, or maybe because, of all the other little children wailing to have their needs tended to, unable to even remotely attempt to fix the situation themselves. He was handed off to a man and woman waiting just outside the door and brought into a different room, where he would be reunited with a little blond girl who was struggling to relearn how to crawl during her afternoon tummy time. Little Serine, the biggest and by far the most curious of the bunch stopped her tears long enough to look around. Four carriages with wheels where in a small changing room, well stocked with diapers and clothes of all styles, shapes and sizes, but that’s not what caught her attention. Through a big plexiglass window was a sight that made Serine forget the huge, adult woman sized mess in the diaper she was much too little for now. Her Danny- Her Daddy! She wiggled excitedly, mewling and reaching out for the man and calling out for him with the short diction of a 2 year old, and was just as still during her change. “Da-da-da!” Serine sang out, reaching her arms out for the man, who by then had noticed the squirming girl and was making silly faces at her through the window to her delight. In a fresh diaper, she was placed into a short gold and white Indian inspired dress, her long onyx colored hair clipped to shoulder length, and she practically jumped into the man’s arms when the door between the rooms was finally opened. Chuckie by far had the worst of it. Being the largest of the group, the poor lad had a lot more in him then the others and his mess was everywhere, burning every inch of skin and getting matted and mashed against every nook, cranny, crevice, seeping out of the holes of his diaper. Whatever remained of his adult side, the tiny ember of the soul that made Chuck the man that he was, balked at the humiliation and went out, leaving baby Chuckie to cry. Candice painstakingly went through the process of cleaning him, putting a pacifier into his wailing mouth just to have a moment of peace while she did so. Eventually, getting the poor year old into his diaper, a simple white onesie with ‘Daddy’s Boy’ on it, not needing the additional step cutting his hair, and passed him off to a man who took him and started cooing at him the moment the sleepyhead was in his arms. There was no struggle when Candice picked up the last of the litter. Phoebe had worn herself out, and as the tiniest of the bunch, could do little more than grab the big girl’s clothes and hang on for dear life. At 3 months, Phoebe’s diaper slid off of her without much to do, leaving her bare bottom as she was hoisted over to the table, Candice sliding the padding beneath her and snipping off her brunette hair that she had spent so many years growing before getting to the business of cleaning the baby. Phoebe shut her eyes for most of it, the bright, fluorescent light stinging her, and the new, confusing, and large sights only left the girl in a bleary eyed loss, unable to figure out anything that she was seeing. The woman Phoebe had been wasn’t barely clinging on like the others had, no glimmer of personality left, the flower that had been Phoebe’s soul had sunk back into the fertile soil that was her consciousness, a seed that had seen the light of day and now had to wait in the darkness of this infant for the days she could run and play and speak. Phoebe couldn’t even be mad at the girl who had done most of this to her. Candice was no longer a monster, she was a big person who was taking care of her, all Phoebe could feel was the pull to stay near the teenager, let her handle all of needs. She smacked her lips, the sweet taste of cream clinging to her gums that placated Phoebe ever so slightly. Peeking open her little peepers, Phoebe felt the novel sensation that was her fingers, bending in and out, and she forced her arm on to her belly, the milk running through her swishing around inside, and watched hand open and close with fascination, smiling a little at the funny feeling it gave her. “Someone’s a happy monkey! You guys really do get sweeter right around this age. There’s not even a little left in you, is there?” Candice tucked her hand below Phoebe’s small, curled up fist that she couldn’t help but stare at, and as the larger hand came into view, compared the two, the sheer scale sending a tremor of fear but also curiosity in her. It didn’t last long, as Candice’s fingers started wiggling about, tickling the baby’s belly, an adorable chuckle came from Phoebe, feebly moving her legs. Candice lifted Phoebe up and put a little shirt small enough to fit a doll over her head, a little bear stenciled on it over pink fabric. Not that Phoebe could say what color it was. Everything that was shapes, numbers, words, colors, gone. All she knew was she liked the sounds the big person made at her when she picked up. Securely pressed against Candice’s chest, Phoebe’s mouth was watering being so close to the girl’s breasts. More than anything she wanted to nurse from those mammaries right now. Carried just a little ways away, the sounds of children playing and screaming assaulted little Phoebe’s ears, and she pressed her face into Candice out of fear. “Is that her? She’s so beautiful!” A woman’s voice cried out. Phoebe was pried away from Candice and an enormous blond lady with a police officer’s uniform on swooped her up in her hands. Made to face the giant, Phoebe was lifted and lowered over and over with the woman’s hands under her armpits, Phoebe’s head lulled as she looked at the lady in confusion, her legs hanging limp under her, swaying like a leaf in the wind. A simple sound came from Phoebe’s mouth as safely cradled in the officer’s arms. “Oh,” She sighed, “You’re perfect! I didn’t know Chloe had such a pretty friend! As soon as I heard you were looking for her I knew you had to come stay with us. Good friends aren’t something you can just leave behind. And now, you get to be Chloe’s little sister! Friends forever. What was her name again?” “Phoebe,” Candice answered politely, hands folded neatly behind her back. The woman looked down thoughtfully at Phoebe, scrunching her face, the baby laughing at the change. “Phoebe… Phoebe… Mmm… Maybe Penelope? I kind of like that instead. What do you think, Penelope? Penelope?” The lady brought the baby up to her face and wiggled their noses together, making the baby laugh in response. “Sounds like a yes to me!” Candice laughed. The woman tucked Penelope in her arms again and cradled her, the little girl happily nestling between the body and arms of the lady that was making her feel safe. “Now, I know someone you’ve been looking for all day. Let’s go see her.” The rocking that came naturally from being carried and how absolutely drained little Penelope felt from her long, long day nearly had her knocked out again before they reached their destination. “Mommy!” A little voice cried out. “Chloe, baby, I’d like to introduce you to someone. Sweetie, this is Penelope.” The Mommy knelt down to the floor of the daycare, showing the little 2 year old girl the 3 month old. For just a second, there was a flicker of recognition between Carla and Phoebe, knowing each other’s faces, a deep well of years of memories bubbling under the surface before toddler Chloe reached out and touched baby Penelope’s hand, and the two sisters were formally introduced.

I'm trying something a little bit different with this one, both in subject and publishing. I don't plan for this to be nearly as long as my previous stories. This story is meant to be in the spirit of the season, and I hope to have it completed before Halloween. The idea for this started as a writing prompt I received from a writing workshop I attended. The first sentence of the story was the given prompt. I hope you all enjoy. Art below is the cover image for the story (found on Google). The Door “I never thought the door would actually open.” Halloween night had always been one of my favorite nights of the year. I loved dressing up and seeing everyone else in costume, especially the older girls. It was also exactly a week after my birthday, and my birthday parties growing up had always been costume parties. This Halloween felt a bit bittersweet to me. As a fourteen-year-old in the first semester of his Freshman year of High School, this was the last year I was “allowed” to trick or treat. Of course, there were no actual rules stating that once you became a Freshman in high school, you could no longer trick or treat. However, you would get teased mercilessly for “being a baby” if you continued to trick or treat after participating in the local rite of passage. On the Halloween following your fourteenth birthday, every boy was expected to complete the rite of passage. Girls were welcome, but the consensus among girls always seemed to be that the rite was “stupid.” As far as the boys were concerned, they were all just “too scared” to participate. “The House” was the rite of passage. The house didn’t have any other name. Everyone just called it “The House.” The house itself was the picture-perfect portrait of a haunted house you see in every horror film, an old Victorian-style house that had fallen into disrepair. Its last recorded inhabitant had passed away nearly one hundred years ago, and her children had never bothered to do anything with the place after she died. They had been too busy living their new lives in the big city to care, or so the local legend went. At the end of a mile-long road that ended in a cul-de-sac, sat the house, alone and imposing. It had originally been intended to be the first house in what was to become a new neighborhood development, but nothing else was ever built. Whatever funding had been secured for the development had dried up just as quickly once the house was completed. No neighborhood meant no city funding, so just like the house, the road had fallen into disrepair. Never repaved, no city lights extended down the street towards the house. Occasionally, older teens would swear to the young children that they had seen a light in one of the house’s windows, despite it supposedly being vacant. I was not so easily fooled, though. Anyone over the age of twelve knew better than to believe such stories. I would never admit it, but I had always been frightened by the house. I wasn’t about to let that stop me, however. I was desperate to prove I was one of the “big kids” now. In my eyes, I was pretty much a grown man at this point, and grown men weren’t scared of such things. I was acutely aware of how important image was in High School. My older brother had instructed me in this, wanting to ensure his baby brother didn’t embarrass him and ruin the Senior’s reputation. I was also eager not to embarrass him, as I didn’t want to be seen as some scared baby by the upperclassmen. I was fourteen, a man now, my teddy bear had been put in the closet, and parental affection had become a labor to be endured. My wardrobe was now full of dark clothes, and communication with adults now mainly consisted of grunts, sighs, and eye rolls. It was almost time for my friends to get here, so I gave myself one last look in the mirror. For my costume this year, I had decided to be a Black Metal singer. I wore shiny black leather pants, a black t-shirt with white spidery lettering spelling out the band name of some Black Metal band I’d never heard of, and a leather jacket with large metal studs running up and down each arm. My face was painted completely white, and black diamonds were painted around my eyes. I had been growing my hair long for the last nine months, ever since seeing “Metal Lords” on Netflix last year, and the idea for the costume occurred to me. Luckily, my hair was already a dark black color, so no hair dye was needed. Running the comb through my hair one last time, I heard the doorbell ring and the sound of my friends’ excited chatter as my Mom opened the door. My three friends, Derek, Allen, and Brad, had all dressed similarly to me. We had agreed on a group costume of a Black Metal band. All of us decked out in all black and leather, faces painted white. The pattern of the black paint was different for each of us to distinguish that we weren’t dressing up as the same person. We all greeted each other with grunts and serious faces, already trying to get into the character of what we thought metal musicians acted like. This was, of course, ruined by my mother’s declarations that we “looked cool” and that she “didn’t even realize we knew who KISS was.” I informed her that we had no clue what she was talking about, and we were a Black Metal band from Sweden. She insisted on a group photo before we left, so we all put on our best “metal face” and flashed devil horns for the camera. We each grabbed a black plastic bag as we exited the front door, ignoring my mother’s joke urging us not to “burn down any churches.” The night of trick or treating was a great success, despite more comments from adults about our “fantastic KISS costumes.” Some of the really old people seemed genuinely frightened of us, and that part was great! As the sun began to set, we started making our way to meet up with the rest of the boys in our class. It had been agreed upon in class the week before that we would all meet in front of “The House” at 9:00 PM. There had been three fourteenth birthdays since the last Halloween, and everyone wanted to be there to witness the three of us participate in the rite of passage. My birthday had been the most recent, so I had to go last. The twins, David and Daniel, had turned fourteen five days before me and got to go first. There was already a lot of excited chatter as we joined the rest of our class in front of “The House.” Daniel and David were obsessed with horror movies and had dressed as the twins from “House of Wax.” For his part of the costume, Daniel had made a wax mask replica of the one used in the movie and had sourced a large brown jacket and sweater from a thrift shop. Like me, he had grown his hair long for the costume. He was excitedly waving his fake knife as we joined the rest of the group. Luke, being the oldest boy in the class and having been held back a year, had been designated the class leader. As we mingled with the rest of our class, he confirmed that everyone had arrived. I couldn’t help but smirk at how much he was playing up his “leader” role, having even dressed in his Dad’s dress blues for his costume. I looked over at David and Daniel to see who would go first, and saw them playing Rock, Paper, Scissors for the honor. We all laughed when David groaned after winning, or perhaps losing, the contest. David, chosen to go first, was bombarded with heckles and shouts of encouragement from the crowd. I couldn’t help but laugh a bit at how he seemed to be trembling with every step he made towards the front door. His hesitation at the foot of the porch steps earned him jeers from me and the rest of the boys. Finally, after much derision and encouragement, he twisted the knob to the front door. We laughed again at this sigh of relief when the door failed to open. Daniel fared better than his twin, but there were still some small hesitations that earned jeers from the gathered group of boys. The whole time, as I waited for my turn, an internal pep talk was playing out in my head. I swore to myself not to show any fear when it was my turn. Finally, Daniel turned the knob on the door, and once again, cheers and jeers followed his attempt. There were pats on the back and congratulations as he returned to the mass of boys standing on the other side of the fence line. Two contestants down, all eyes now turned to me. Cheers of encouragement went up from the gathered mass, and pats on the back came from my fellow “Black Metal Musicians.” I made sure I didn’t hesitate as I started towards the house. I confidently strode past the fence line and up the sidewalk leading to the house. As I approached the porch of the “haunted” house, I moved with the swagger that only a teenage boy hiding his fear can. I made jokes, and I declared how stupid I thought this whole thing was. I teased the previous two, who had been visibly scared, so they wouldn’t look at how afraid I truly was. I walked up to the door, playing it up for the crowd of friends looking on. I was in the middle of a joke about coming out or coming in when I turned the knob, the door opened suddenly, and I fell in. The door slammed shut behind me, and a cloud of dust kicked up around me as I hit the floor. I could no longer hear my friends cheering me on. There was only silence now. My brain couldn’t seem to process what had just happened. I never thought the door would actually open. In all of the years that boys had been completing this rite of passage, the door had never opened, not once. Why now? Why me? As I stood and dusted myself off, a booming voice filled the air around me. “Welcome, young one. I have waited so long for this day!”

Warning As with my previous stories, this one contains several elements inherent to a break with social normities. These include, but are not limited to: Diapers and their usage for their intended purpose Non-consensual mental regression through various means (Including possible drugs, hypnosis, and/or surgery) References to surgery to achieve various nefarious goals Humiliation Punishments (often unfair, degrading, and/or humiliating) Coerced or manipulated actions through possible means of white lies, gas lighting, or incentives Mild language or use of expletives Depictions of death, illness, or handicaps Political themes associated with revolutions or desires of change or freedoms Literal age regression Depictions of younger children and babies (formerly adults) Graphic imagery associated with any of these warnings This story has not been labeled as mature, due to a lack of specific acts to anything overtly sexual; however, some fetishes maybe touched on in this story more than my previous ones. Still, as usual, this warning serves as a 'turn back' point for any readers who do not wish to read about the previous warnings. Lastly, this list here is subject to change during the course of writing this story. While most of the plot is ironed out, more warnings may be warranted later if needed (though may not be added). If I deem any chapters to be too ‘triggering,’ I will issue another separate warning beforehand. Hey everyone and welcome back! It's almost been a month since I lasted posted regularly with my previous story, and it's definitely been an interesting start to the year so far. Can't say I'm a fan of everything going on, but this story has been a nice place to find some refuge. Also... I swear that I really will get around to updating the DD Reference Guide. May is way too long. Now, as per your previous polling, this story won out over the other two. So far, it’s about 22 chapters total, but this might be subject to change. I need to see how a few things play out after I‘ve fully written and edited a few critical chapters that may need more room to breathe so to speak. As such, it very well could be more. Additionally, I don’t see my work backing down at all and I do have a few trips planned out coming up here, so I will try my best to commit again to at least three chapters a week. More could drop occasionally, especially with some of these chapters having already been written out, but I can’t commit to that fully at this point. Looking ahead, as usual, I will post another poll with three stories in the mix for my next story in chapter two. There are a few things going on this weekend that could delay this but I’m hoping to post chapter 2 by Monday night at the very latest. Last but not least and as usual, I hope everyone enjoys the first chapter of this next story of mine! Chapter 1: Breaking News! It was just like any other spring day in April. The flowers were beginning to pop out and a nice gentle breeze occasionally wafted through the already warming days. Pollen was on its way in large numbers, and I knew I would soon be able to put away even my lighter jacket from my list of things I carried with me outside of the house daily. Nearby, green stems of the plants ready to bloom soon were further signs that change and the truly warmer months were on their way. Being a Sunday, I was well on my way over to joining my parents, and my younger brother and sister for our weekly family dinner. None of us were truly the best communicators out there, so starting when I went away to college, we all at least attempted to attend a regular family meal to keep everyone in the loop on each other’s lives. Journeying from my apartment on the other side of the city, I usually took the freeway that curved around the south side of the main downtown area, but some kind of accident forced me onto the main city streets today instead. Listening to my classic rock station, as soon as I began to pass by some of the taller skyscrapers, my radio suddenly sputtered and crackled. “We pause your regular scheduled program today to bring you an emergency news report. Residents of major cities are advised to avoid downtown areas if all possible,” the almost electronic voice sounded out. I rolled my eyes, seeing the tall skyscrapers starting to grow in numbers and height all around me. Not the largest city in the country, but definitely a major one. “Great… now you tell me… where were you five minutes ago?” The classic rock station then resumed, but despite the heavy bass and solid drum beat echoing in my car once again, I simply couldn’t get my mind off what I had just heard. The last time an announcement like that had been made, the president was in town for some political rally, and the time before that was because of some high terror alert made from some terrorist group. Not hearing of the president or any other celebrity coming into the city today, my hands grew sweaty on the wheel as my mind reeled with the possibili… “Hey!” a voice shouted out in front of me. I immediately hit my breaks and popped out of my own thoughts long enough to see a police officer only about a foot away from the front of my car. Visibly angry, they marched right over to my window and gestured abruptly for me to roll it down, which I did promptly. “Didn’t you hear me before? Didn’t you see me waving at you for you to stop and go the other way?” “No…,” I admitted. “I’m sorry officer. I just heard on the radio about not coming downtown and I was thinking about what… it… could…” I stopped as my eyes drifted just beyond the officer and to the several other police swarming the main downtown area. The once pristine and normally peaceful park at this time on a Sunday just outside of city hall was now littered with dozens of military men and even more police… all setting up barricades or patrolling around… each seemingly ready to react to something. “Uh… the president wouldn’t happen to be coming here today, right?” While looking a little annoyed still, the officer saw where I was looking and then eased up a bit and sighed as she moved a stray hair of her back behind her ear. “No, sir. A fringe group posted a video on their website this morning threatening several major city centers with a demonstration of some kind. Government agencies have listed the threat as credible, so we’re rerouting all traffic coming through here over to West E Street. You know where that is from here?” I nodded. “Local and all, so yes. That’s just two turns away from this intersection up ahead or the one just behind me now.” “Very good, sir,” she said, her face now looking more apprehensive than angry or even annoyed now. “Please reroute over that way with the intersection behind you. There will be signs taking you all the way… just in case.” I nodded again. “Thank you, officer. I’ll get a move on right now…” Without rolling my window back up, I started turning my car wheel to the right to eventually make my U-turn and then get over to West E Street as instructed. Before I could make a full rotation though, the police officer came back to my window “Oh, and sir?” I stopped turning my wheel as the officer clearly forgot to mention something important. “I advise you go to your destination and stay there for a while this afternoon. Your own residence, a friend or a family member would be best… especially away from the city if possible… understand?” “Thank you, officer… just heading over to my family’s house now actually. Over in the Eastern Hills district,” I clarified. About 60% of the neighborhood had a good view of the city, even with all the trees now, but it was still considered outside the main boundary of the city. “Very good, sir,” she said, looking a little relieved. “On your way then.” Her smile put me at ease, but her underlying show of relief and all the other precautions I was now seeing to my rear back in the main part of downtown did not. Still, I drove off, and sure enough, a myriad of signs directed me right over to West E Street, which all then directed me to the beltway. Fortunately, the radio message seemed to do the trick and as I tracked over to my parents’ house, the roads started to become significantly emptier. Eventually pulling up to the house though, I could see my mom pacing back and forth on the front porch, clearly worried that I hadn’t arrived at my usual time. “And just where have you been?” she asked, flipping to me quickly, allowing her hair with her slightly graying roots to flap about in the air. It was always nice to see her and the rest of my family each Sunday, but unfortunately, her tone told me she was both nervous and frustrated with my tardiness. “Sorry… had to take a detour getting over here,” I noted. I guessed her real source of distress was hearing about the warning to stay away from the downtown area, but knowing her, I didn’t want her to worry needlessly about my safety in confirming that I had literally just come from there. She glared at me, but then just waved me inside. “Fine, fine. You should account for all that before you leave, but…” She then sighed and shook her head, seemingly letting my tardiness go. “Just… come inside, Pete. Dinner’s almost ready and the rest of your siblings are already here.” Locking my car door, I nodded and headed inside without further comment. Almost immediately, Amanda ran up to me and did her best to jump into my arms. My younger sister had been a bit of a whoops with my parents, now clocking in at 4 years old, compared to my younger brother Lucas’ 22 and my 28. “Petey!” she squealed. “Youwe here!” I smiled and nodded before nuzzling my nose into hers. “That’s right you little munchkin! All the traffic in the world couldn’t keep me away from my favorite sister!” She giggled in my arms, appreciating my affection and being known as ‘the favorite’ of anything. “She is your only though…” Amanda and I stopped and looked over at our sullen brother, Lucas. Freshly returned from his relatively nearby university for our dinner only and entering his master’s program this year for engineering, the burden of his work had made him surly and had rubbed off the more playful edge he had when he had first left for college. I missed the kid who used to beg me to play tag with him sometimes… “Well… looks like the party pooper is here and in usual form, right sis?” Amanda nodded, likely just to his label as a ‘party pooper,’ and pouted in his direction. Noticing, I couldn’t help but crack a small grin at her tiny fierceness against my brother. “Oops. Looks like you made her mad, bro. I think someone needs to say sorry, huh? What do you think, nugget?” Again, Amanda pouted, even crossing her arms this time, and nodded defiantly. Lucas rolled his eyes but ultimately relented and came over to give us both a hug. Being the older brother of the two, I felt it was my responsibility to keep them civil whenever I could… even if that meant putting my foot down occasionally. Mom and dad did a pretty good job themselves at keeping the order between us, but busy with dinner preparations tonight and at other times, I took over that role nearly seamlessly. “Kids! Dinner’s on!” a voice thundered from inside the house. Unmistakably our dads, his voice was pleasant but overall commanding. It meant get in the kitchen now and don’t dawdle or risk incurring your mom’s wrath over a potentially cold meal. So, scrambling apart, I set Amanda down, and the three of us darted into the kitchen without delay. Quickly serving their own plates, my mom helping Amanda out first before helping her into her booster chair and my brother piling the Bolognese high on his plate, my dad looked at me with a single raised graying eyebrow, his forehead wrinkling precipitously as he did so. “You avoided the car accident on 62 and went downtown, didn’t you? Your… detour, huh?” I sighed and nodded, knowing I could never keep a secret from the man in my life. He just had one of those uncanny knacks of being able to figure out the truth and know it before anyone else. Lucas and I still wondered if his old government job was really a cover for him being a secret agent or something and that’s where he had learned his skills at… but we had never dared to ask him. Still, regardless of how he got them, I didn’t want everyone to know about the little secret he had just pulled out about me and where I had really been today. “Don’t tell the others, please, Dad?” My dad smirked and then quickly shook his head. “I might be an adrenaline junky still, Pete, but I’m not crazy. If your mom knew… whew! She’d find some way to make sure you never drove over here again, or at the very least… find some way to make sure you checked in with her every five or ten minutes in coming over here for the future. So, no. I won’t tell her. I don’t think either of us want to see her like that, right?” I rolled my eyes, but I knew he wasn’t kidding about what she would do. “Right but… ugh! She’s just so…” My dad smirked and nodded his head. “Yeah, but give her some slack. She means well and all. Just wants you kids to be safe… her mother hen instinct is all. Can’t blame her for that…” I shook my head and that was that. Some might have considered that a lie of omission with my mom, but I still had made it here in one piece and dwelling on it anymore would have just been a waste. Serving my own meal, I quickly took a seat in between Amanda and Lucas, still sensing the tension and prickly demeanor between the two. Lucas was a man of science and numbers. Everything was a calculation to him, while Amanda was still at the age where magic was real, and everything could be solved with a good hug or a kiss. Unfortunately, Lucas was short on both lately. Still, the weekly family dinner proceeded as usual and seemed liked a pleasant exchange of the latest news from each of us. Lucas was having problems with one of his professors while Amanda had a sudden aversion to broccoli. Dad was settling into his new position as the head of a security company and mom was doing her best to close a deal on a particular lavish house in an up-and-coming neighborhood located just north of the city. Finally, though, the conversation turned to me, and I could almost predict the first question coming from my mom. “So, Pete… no Molly today?” she asked innocuously, but probingly. “Did you two…?” She didn’t finish her question, but the implication was clear about my current girlfriend. “No, mom. We didn’t break up. She’s just traveling right now for her job. Some photo shoot up in the mountains for the magazine.” My mom nodded and accepted the answer, but I could still see her hesitation about Molly… the same she had harbored when I first introduced her to my family a few months back now. I felt great about her and that our relationship was moving right along, but my mom thought she was too flaky or some nonsense like that. Annoying, but still, my mom had the decency to not interfere with our relationship or pick it apart… unlike two girlfriends ago that is. The conversation then moved on to discussing the future as usual, but about halfway through discussing our summer beach trip, my mom stopped and glared at my dad. “Honey… do you really need to keep the TV on in the other room? It’s very distracting right now. I don’t think we need to be listening to commercials about a deal for some half-priced pizza.” “Half priced?” Lucas perked up. My dad grumbled though, and Lucas resigned himself back in his seat, though I could still see his mind was racing on a deal like that. Turning his attention back to my mom next, our dad cleared his throat first. “Well… I think we need to keep it on. There’s problems out there, babe, and we need to be prepared.” He paused and momentarily gulped. “Uh, if it makes you feel better though, I can turn it down if you…” “No,” my mom quickly voiced. She was clearly annoyed with the TV, but she knew an unwinnable argument when she heard one. In this case it was her own comfort weighed against the safety of the family, and safety always seemed to win out in her book. “Keep it on. We need to hear if there’s an announcement…” The tension lingering in the air a little still though, my mom especially hating to back down from any argument, no one spoke for at least the next few minutes. Wanting to bring back the smiles however, I remembered a joke I had heard from one of my coworkers in the office just last week. “Hey… what kind of cheese do they eat on Sesame Street?” The mere mention of the show’s name made Amanda perk up and Lucas sigh while he rolled his eyes. He knew the set up of a ‘dad’ joke when he heard one. “I don’t know,” my dad responded, being at least a good sport about it. “What?” A cracked a tiny smile. “Cookie Muenster,” I said, even using the character’s voice for the punch line. Amanda laughed, but probably more from my silly voice than the actual joke itself. “Oh, god… really, Pete?” Lucas groaned. I only shrugged back. Corny, yes, but also effective. It was just enough to get a few other jokes going around the table, and gratefully, everyone out of their previous funk. “Okay… how about this one…” my mom finally piped up, joining in. “What bird leads the orchestra?” Lucas scratched his head, and I leaned forward to think about it. “I dunno… what, mommy?” Amanda questioned first though. “Well, I’ll tell you,” our mom said after a second, looking around the room yet likely seeing the rest of her family stumped. “The…” Before she could respond, a high-pitched beeping started to go off. Looking around the table at my stunned family for a moment, likely as a result of the stark realization over the noise, we all got up and quickly ran to the living room to confirm our fears. ‘Breaking News!’ The television screen flashed the message prominently, and the high-pitched beeping noise was replaced by a loud, long beep that then echoed throughout the family room. Amanda quickly put her hands over her ears and started screaming. My mom, seeing her distress and wincing a little over the alarm herself, quickly went over to pick her up and comfort her. “Does it have to be so loud?” Lucas then asked, his own hands going up to cover his ears. Instead of the pain that our mom and Amanda were showing, his was more of one of annoyance. Our dad nodded. “It’s important,” he said, his voice cresting just slightly over the incessant alarm sound. “It’s a one size fits all. When your mom and I were younger, they used a similar one to announce about a nuclear bomb. Tested them all the time and we all had to practice those drills in case one ever went off.” He smiled triumphantly, but none of the rest of us were smiling though. Realizing what he had just done, his face quickly turned to panic, and he tried to fix his glaring mistake… but it was too late. “Wait! Nuclear bomb? Is that what’s happening?” Lucas asked, now panicking more than ever, his usual calculating demeanor temporarily going right out the proverbial window. Not sure what was happening myself, I could feel my heartbeat begin to increase as well. “No, no!” our dad tried to retract, our mom slightly giving him the stink eye as well over his grievous error. “It’s just one thing of many that they use the alarm for… I’m sure that everything is alright and that we’ll be perfectly safe here in our…” Before I could step in to bail the poor guy out, the TV screen flashed a few times and switched to a large group of people huddled around a podium at the front of the room with the presidential seal clearly displayed on the front. A large balding man then stepped up to the microphone and began to speak. “Ladies and gentlemen, twenty minutes ago, the president announced he was declaring a national emergency. A domestic terrorist group, known simply as ’87, named for the year the constitution was written, stole and threatened the release of a potentially dangerous virus this morning. I regret to inform you that they have now acted and have begun releasing this virus across the nation in a series of unprovoked and unwarranted attacks. Shortly, the president will address the nation. For now, we encourage the public, especially in or near city centers, to stay inside.” I watched my family react to the unfolding events in various ways. My dad was as stoic as ever, having worked for the government for years, yet I could still see the ounce of fear behind his focused eyes that now replaced his previous one of panic. Conversely, Lucas was panicking even more now in his own unique way that he had picked up back in middle school. Small, twitchy finger movements and darting eyes made him appear to be calculating the net worth of everyone on the planet and every possible outcome ever conceived, but I knew he was just trying to rationalize inside his own head about what was going on. Our mom seemed frightened and shocked, and limply held her right hand over her mouth, as if about to muffle a scream. Having sat her down during the announcement, her left hand tightened around Amanda’s, which to her credit and without the alarm anymore, seemed the calmest of everyone. I suppose it’s true that ignorance is bliss… Looking back at the screen, it first noted that the president would soon be on to address the nation and secondly that ‘We ask the nation to remain calm, as your government tries to prevent or, in some cases, respond to these attacks. More information will be broadcasted to your local news stations as to what you should do now and if there are any further effects or attacks you need to be aware of.’ The screen beeped along for about another minute but then flashed again and switched to a local news channel where a nervous looking anchorman and woman were perched behind a desk. “That was just the Secretary of Health, joined by members of the FBI, CDC, and NIH. To reiterate, the president has now declared a national emergency and will address the nation within the next few hours. God help us all…” As opposed to my nervous family, I simply sat in my recliner chair and numbly thought about all the implications of what I was now seeing. I thought about Molly, all tucked away in her mountain retreat taking photos of birds or models or whatever else the magazine she worked for wanted. Not being outdoorsy in the least, I teased her that she would never last up there in the mountains, but now, she was seeming like the safer one of the two of us now. Looking back up from my thoughts, my family each stood in stunned silence. There had been some outbreaks and terrorist attacks in recent years, so some of the news felt familiar, but looking back to the TV, I knew that something about all this was just different this time. The news anchors around here had always seemed steadfast or sometimes even saddened, but never truly panicked. Despite such a human response, it was unsettling to see them fumbling through the papers in their hands, as they continued to break the story as it unfolded. One by one, more cities were now listed amongst those attacked. “Oh god… Houston now as well,” the anchorwoman said, reading the prompter and occasional pressing her fingers to the earpiece feeding her live updates. Having transferred from there last year, I could just make out the tears forming in her eyes… likely thinking of all her old coworkers now being affected by whatever was happening to these affected cities. “It will be okay, Sally,” the anchorman said, clearly trying to calm his coworker down. “Just focus on the news and…” It was now his turn to press the earpiece further to listen to the next update. “This just in… government authorities are now considering placing the entire country under Martial Law until this crisis is resolved and the perpetrators are taken into custody. There seems to be some kind of interference and loss of signal wherever these terrorist devices are going off… but we’ll bring you every update that we can. For now, we ask that you please do not provoke the authorities and remain in your homes…” Suddenly, a flash of orange burst outside, contrasting heavily against the pale blue sky. The TV still ran, but now panicking and likely fearing the worst, my dad went into survival mode. “Quickly! Get down and cover your heads!” Everyone ducked and took cover… well, everyone except me. Stupid, maybe… but I loved war movies. My dad introduced to them me when I was far too young, at least according to my mom, but nuclear bombs were commonplace in several of them. As such, I knew that they released an EMP… which meant no electricity, and no TV. Now seeing a positively ghostly figure of both anchors, their lights flickered briefly on the screen, but the program remained on. “Pete!” my mom screeched, temporarily looking up from her own cover to make sure that the rest of her family was safe. “Get down!” I shook my head. “It’s okay, mom. It’s not a nuclear bomb or anything. The TV would have gone off.” I then gestured to the screen, still brightly lit. “See?” My dad, getting up after placing his own body over my mom and Amanda, looked up as well. His instincts were more of fight or flight but looking around and seeing none of the disruptions I was insisting about, relief washed over his face. “He’s right, Karen. There would’ve been more if it was a bomb like that.” Helping both her and my sister up before Lucas, I could still sense his caution though. “Then what did we just see, Gregg?” she asked, her panic still hanging around her densely. “What was that flash? If it wasn’t a nuclear bomb going off then wha…?” She didn’t get to finish her question. Before she could, the house shook terribly, like it was being hit by some kind of vibrational wave. Harkening back to those war movies, it usually only meant one thing when accompanied by a flash. Maybe not nuclear, but there had been an explosion of some kind. “What was that?” my mom asked, her panic increasing even more now as she clung to my sister. For her part, Amanda was now clinging tightly back. Lucas just looked stunned and confused. “I don’t know,” my dad admitted. “Just stay inside and don’t panic or an…” Right then, loud machines began to echo from the outside and I couldn’t even hear more of what the anchors were saying anymore. Picture frames and vases began to tremble from whatever was happening outside. It was hard to miss and everyone, even my sister now, was looking to the front bay window looking out toward the street where we had initially seen the orange flash. With the recent growths in the trees though, the downtown area beyond and most of the sky could just be made out. Dust of some kind seemed to be swirling around the whole area, but I couldn’t make it out further. So, curiosity getting the better of me, I bolted to the front door. “Peter!” my mom shouted out to me, now using my full first name. Serious, but if I lived here still, I knew it meant I was only flirting with danger and a possible punishment. “Get back here this instant. They said not to go outside still!” I heard her, but it was too late for me to turn back now. I was too curious by then and the fluttering and rumbling all about the living room wasn’t helping either. My hand already at the doorknob, I simply twisted, pushed, and then exited the red-painted front door of my childhood home. What I saw, I guess I should have expected from the news, but I was still unprepared for it. I was immediately greeted by dozens of scurrying soldiers being offloaded by a parade of trucks and even a single Humvee driving up our street as well. Our house and neighborhood being perched on a large hill that overlooked much of the city and corresponding valley suburbs around it, I was finally able to get a good view of the whole situation. Normally, it was the perfect place for sunsets and to watch the storms roll in, but now, it gave only an ungodly view of the thundering group of helicopters and jets flying by and then surrounding several of the visible homes and nearby skyscrapers downtown. It appeared like every end scene of the world or wartime invasion film I had ever watched. Worse though, it reminded me too much of some of the conflicts that Molly had taken pictures of overseas and showed me afterward. But those places were at war… ‘Were we at war now as well?’ I wasn’t sure, but a few of the military leaders barking out orders to their men quickly took my mind off it. Knowing Molly would never forgive me if I didn’t capture at least a little of the action, I pulled out my smartphone and took a few pictures of everything unfolding around me. After snapping a few choice shots, I noticed the soldiers seemed distracted, and the loud humming and rumblings of the tanks and nearby helicopters drowned out any other sounds around me. My curiosity only intensifying, I stepped off the front porch and began walking towards the soldiers to ask what was going on. Each soldier was staring at downtown and toward one of local mountain ranges nearby. I hiked there several weekends during my time off and never could get enough of the views from one of the observation towers they had added up there in the 1930s. Now, I had to imagine the view was quite different. Right as I got up to them though, they all began to move out. Now invested and even more curious, I continued walking with the soldiers until I got to the end of the block. They seemed far too distracted to notice me, but as soon as the column stopped, another group of soldiers finally spotted me and began shouting. “Get him! Get him back inside now!” Realizing I had made a huge mistake of even coming out here, I raised my hands and tried to quickly walk backwards and back to my parents’ house. I started to move even faster when they started pointing their guns at me. I guess that wasn’t even fast enough, as soon, a sergeant broke off and pointed at me in annoyance. “You! Get back inside now. Don’t you know there’s a national emergency in effect right now? Or that Martial Law is going to be called into play any second now? Don’t you know what’s happened today?” Weighing my options, I decided to play dumb. Martial Law had never been put into effect during my lifetime around here, so it was at least somewhat plausible, even though I knew that it had meant to stay indoors as just one of its stipulations. “I heard that, but I’m not sure what it is or what I should even do. Do you know?” The sergeant groaned and then pointed his weapon back up the hill from where I had just come from. “It means get back inside now and not asking any more questions. Got it?” “Yes, sir!” From my dad’s experience and stories with them in his old job, I knew to not mess with any soldiers when they were on a mission or given direct orders. Giving them signs of respect or following their commands may have cut my investigation short and I could miss out on some extra photos of history in the making, but I wasn’t stupid. Seeing even their panic, I knew this was not the time to argue. “I’m going back home right…” “There’s another! There’s another!” a solider shouted. “Look!” Another flash of orange lit up the sky, but now being outside and away from some of the trees, I was seeing everything in real time now. A large, thunderous concussive explosion then went off and both the sergeant and I looked to the source of it. Due to my neighborhood’s perfect positioning up on the hill in the suburbs yet still being close enough to the city, it took only a few seconds for us to spot a second, but this time, much larger plume of orange smoke quickly covering the whole downtown area now. It swirled and puffed around the glass and steel giants and seemed to emanate from one of the taller buildings we could still see from here. By the second it seemed though, the whole of the city seemed to be swallowed up in this strange new mist. Looking back over, the sergeant looked panicked for a moment of sheer terror, but as the orange mist began to swirl and then cascade with the wind right toward us, he seemed to come to his senses. “Gas! Gas!” he yelled while simultaneously uncasing a gas mask from on his person around his belt. The nearby soldiers I had been following previously began furiously tearing out their own gas masks from hanging bags on their gear. It was tremendous commotion, but within a minute, each soldier had been masked and gowned to the point where not a single centimeter of their skin was showing. I stood there dumbstruck but realizing what I was witnessing, I managed to capture a few shots of them in the chaos, not wanting to miss this opportunity. But the sergeant, now gowned and masked as well, saw me still standing in the street and marched right over to me. “You! Get out of here. Now! Run as fast as you can into your home! Go while you still can!” I quickly deduced from his panic and the soldiers’ suits and masks that they knew more than the general public. Further, what they knew seemed to imply that whatever the orange mist was, was also likely deadly or hazardous in some way that I didn’t want to find out. Remembering back, the news did state that the ’87 group had stolen some kind of ‘dangerous virus,’ but only the depths of my late-night horror movie watching binges could comprehend or imagine what that meant precisely. Snapped out of my curiosity and reverting to sheer panic now, I began to turn to head home. Seconds and only a couple of steps later though, the spring breezes picked up and I smelled something almost sweet. Citrus maybe… I wasn’t sure, but I had to see where it was coming from. Turning around, to my horror, a large dust cloud of a reddish and orange hue lingered in the air only blocks away now. Seeing the giant cloud forming, the sergeant turned back to me. “Run! Run!” he called out to me again, this time the panic thick in his slightly muffled voice from the gas mask he now wore. Finally understanding the seriousness of it all, I panicked and tried to run as fast as I could, but luck was not on my side today it seemed. After only a few paces, I tripped on a piece of uneven sidewalk and fell face first onto the pavement. Before I had a moment to think, I was being pulled up by an unknown force. I could only hope that I wasn’t totally screwed now, but I soon began to see small whisps of the gas starting to creep around me like long tentacles from a monstrous kraken of some kind. It seemed to spell my doom, though I was pleasantly surprised that once it touched my skin, I felt no pain. No blisters or even a sting of any kind. It only seemed to almost be magnetized to my skin and even a tingle, but a shake from whoever pulled me up, knocked my fascination away. “You! You idiot!” the sergeant yelled, keeping my limp body aloft still. “This is why we said to stay indoors! The ’87 group planted multiple devices beforehand and another one just went off!” I knew he was right, but I was grateful that he at least still seemed to care for my well-being, despite my massive idiotic curiosity. His kindness, or at least decency showed further when he even handed me a mask. I immediately put it on, though I noticed the orange mist still followed and curled around my arms and a tiny trickle of blood now remained on my hands. I only saw both events for a moment, but it was still enough for me to panic. “Which one?” he asked gruffly as we finally reached the top of the hill. I pointed ahead to my parents’ home, where I then noticed two figures with cloths over their mouths were frantically running around and yelling. What’s more… they were yelling my name. The mist hadn’t touched them yet, but it was getting close and seemed to follow close behind us now, seemingly having difficulty making the climb up the hill. “Pete!” the woman yelled, who after running closer, I recognized as my mom. “Is he yours?” the sergeant asked, almost seeming disgusted as he gestured toward me. “Yes” my mom answered. “Thank you so much, sergeant.” My dad working for the government over the years had introduced my mom to several military men and women and she quickly made it a task for herself to memorize all the insignia and ranks in all the branches of service. “Just doing my job ma’am. But now… get inside. All of you!” My dad jogged up and joined us before pulling my mom and I back up to the porch. Looking back briefly, I wondered if the sergeant knew something more about this gas than he wasn’t letting on. Looking at my arm, it had touched me and yet I wasn’t blistered or even burned, but at the same time, every facet of the sergeant and his tone seemed to imply the inherent danger of the gas still. “Go inside, now! Take a shower immediately. Stay indoors and wait for further instructions. Hurry!” My mom and dad gripped my arms and guided me quickly inside. I momentarily felt faint, but the sensation passed once I was safely inside, and the door slammed shut. “Geez, Pete,” my dad said with annoyance once we were firmly indoors and with the door shut. Nearby, Lucas was huddled on the couch with Amanda wrapped tightly in his arms. “You just had to go outside and… let me guess. You just had to satisfy your curiosity… again, right?” Knowing he was probably thinking back to that one trip to the aquarium where I nearly fell into the tank of sharks when I was too curious then, like he always did, I once again just nodded sheepishly while I took off the mask the sergeant had given me. Despite the reason why I even had to wear a mask, it was nice to breathe in the air inside again, especially now that the mist had reached outside of our house. Curiously though, I noticed that the blood that had previously been on my face from my fall, had now vanished. “Hard to miss the event of the decade,” I replied casually. “I mean, you’re probably going to remember this day forever. Right, Lucas?” Lucas rolled his eyes and turned away from the TV briefly. “Sure, whatever, Pete. You put yourself and our parents at risk while I stayed here. Look, I can even still be informed inside and even know more than you do.” He then gestured toward the T.V., which was still blaring a ‘Breaking News!’ alert across the ribbon at the bottom of the screen. Further, new photographs and shaky camera footage was now being shown of the orange mist in several cities across the country. One by one, it seemed that somehow, most major population centers had been hit by the orange bombs and gas. “We’re not fully sure what this orange mist is,” the anchorman admitted, “but we are being informed by direct communication with the government that all citizens should avoid contact as much as possible. While not deadly, government officials have noted that the substance can be both ‘toxic’ and ‘hazardous.’” “That’s right,” the anchorwoman continued. “We have been informed that though the gas being released is not harmful to the skin, there are yet unidentified long-term effects which may occur soon after contact. If coming into contact at all, we recommend an immediate shower.” “I just hope these masks worked at least a little bit,” my dad said, removing his medical grade mask covering. He had bought it when his work took him to China last year and they were experiencing some type of mass outbreak of the flu. My mom had insisted, and my dad put up no resistance to her demands; none of us ever really did. “I hope so, Gregg,” my mom wished as she pulled her mask off as well. Sighing deeply, I saw Amanda quickly take notice of our mom’s distress. “You okay, mommy?” she asked, now pulling away from Lucas and gazing up at our mom in both fear and curiosity. Clearly worried and maybe even a little exhausted, our mom smiled down sweetly at her. “I’m fine, sweetie. Just had to go get your brother. Speaking of which…” my mom then almost snapped to now face me head on. “I’m pretty sure that sergeant outside and even the new anchor said to go shower once we were inside. So, you better hurry it up and go shower immediately, Peter Crichton… or else.” ‘Oops. I’m in trouble now…’ Not my full name quite yet, but full first and last name wasn’t a good sign either couple with the tiny threat of ‘or else’ as well. I was in her crosshairs now, so not wanting to add to her stress further today, I merely saluted and ran off to go shower as ordered. The hot water and intense scrubbing felt nice, but my mind still swirled around what the orange mist even was. Regardless, utilizing the clothes I kept here in my ‘just in case’ bag, I was quickly redressed and joined my now huddled family on the couch. With my dad now in the master bathroom showering, leaving Lucas in his usual spot and my freshly showered mom as well sitting on the couch with Amanda napping beside her. Soldiers still occasionally walked the streets outside clad in their biohazard suits and masks, despite the orange mist having largely dissipated by now. If anything, though, helicopters only seemed to have increased their presence. Sighing at the whole scene and the unfolding news of panic all around the country, I sat back in the other single chair in the room and looked over at my family. With Lucas’ pensive stare and my mom’s worried one, looking down, I couldn’t help but slightly envy my little sister. Despite her reliance on my parents and her lack of freedoms, I did wish I could enjoy just a small part of the same obliviousness that she obviously had. Without a doubt, the country had been attacked and streets that should have been filled with Sunday afternoon traffic, were now only littered with military force. For her though, sleep mattered more. Amanda, my dad, and I could sleep through anything, but I doubt I could simply fall asleep so soundly through all of what was going on like she was now. News footage was as grim as ever with residents of cities across the country panicking and getting blasted by the orange mists. A lot of them seemed kind of young, but I simply passed it off as unruly teenagers or people with curiosity like me ignoring the orders to stay indoors. ‘I really hope I don’t live to regret that decision…’ Suddenly, anchorman stopped the anchorwoman as he put his finger to his earpiece once more. “Yes… yes…” He removed his hand and first faced his co-anchor right as my dad walked back into the room, his hair still damp from his own shower. “Sorry, Sally… but I’ve just been informed that the president will now address the nation. We go to his office live now.” The TV switched to shot of the president of the country, sitting behind his desk in his office. The just graying figure looked at the camera with a grim but determined face. “My fellow countrymen… it is unknown what the long-term effects of this mist could be but rest assured that your government will offer the needed support and guidance in the coming days to overcome this historic but tragic day.” Practiced as ever, President Walker showed just enough emotion to show his humanity while coupled with just enough strength though to show that he wouldn’t take this attack lightly. “These are unprecedented times, and I have decided to declare Martial Law. So, for those not already, it is the policy of this nation now for all residents to remain in their homes for the remainder of the night. For those still in offices, stores, or other places than their homes, we encourage you to stay where you are. Military efforts are being utilized to move you safely to your destinations until the air has been deemed safe by CDC officials. I’m not sure what today will come to mean, but I as your president will be staying with you all throughout this ordeal. Thank you and I wish you all a sincere good night and good luck.” Sighing, and not knowing what the future would hold, I stood up and then walked over to the bay window. Peering out and viewing my watch, I saw that I would usually be going home in the next hour or so. Seeing the shrouded city bustling with helicopters still, however, I knew ‘usually’ wasn’t going to be a very common word for a while in any of our lives. Further, hearing the president declare Martial Law, I also knew I would be staying at my parents at least for tonight whether I wanted to or not. I hoped it wouldn’t be too long, but another soldier marching down the sidewalk made me think twice about that hope. “Hey mom?” Sighing, she looked back over at me. Not sure what else to do but hoping to end the day on at least one good note, I knew what I had to ask. “What kind of bird does the orchestra?” Smiling, she nodded right as Amanda stirred awake… almost like she was just as curious to hear the answer herself. “Well… it’s a conDUCKtor.” Normally, we might have all groaned, but tonight, each of us let out a tiny chuckle. For such a bleak afternoon, it was a tiny ray of light. Not sure what was next in all this mess, I knew those moments would become even more precious. I’m not sure why, but something told me that the orange mist released today, wouldn’t soon be gone out of our lives.

Hi, I’m Oli! I’m 39, live in Essex (UK), and I’m little at heart most of the time. Being little isn’t just roleplay for me..it’s how I feel safe, happy, and free. It helps me manage the ups and downs of adult life, my mild cerebral palsy, and the challenges that came with adoption and growing up in care. When I’m in little space, I’m soft, playful, giggly, and full of wonder. I thrive on cuddles, structure, and knowing someone loving is there to keep me safe. My dream is to share my life with a nurturing Mummy who genuinely enjoys caregiving and wants to build a cozy, happy, and lasting bond. --- ✨ My Little Side Nappies are a must..they bring me comfort, security, and grounding. I’m not full-time yet, but I’d love gentle encouragement toward being fully dependent. I love routine and structure: cuddles, playtime, bottles, bath, stories, and bedtime snuggles. I get excited about dinosaurs, Marvel, space, Disney, make-believe adventures, and cartoons. Coloring, plushies, giggles, bounces, and simple happy moments make me feel at peace. --- ✨ Big Me Even though I’m little most of the time, I’m also a responsible grown-up when needed: I work in IT and balance my career with my little side. I’m a geek at heart: gaming (Final Fantasy, Baldur’s Gate 3, Spider-Man, Kingdom Hearts, Persona 5, Uncharted, Witcher, etc.), sci-fi, fantasy, and superheroes. I’ve been lucky to travel to magical places like Disney World, the Maldives, Thailand, and the Caribbean. Music is my escape: from indie and rock to metal and emo classics. I enjoy keeping active and hitting the gym when I can. --- ✨ What I’m Looking For I’m seeking a warm, genuine Mummy who: Loves nurturing, caregiving, and helping me stay little. Can offer structure, stability, and cuddly guidance. Is excited about creating rituals and routines (bath time, bottles, storytime, bedtime). Eventually shares my dream of a nursery and a full time lifestyle, though I know that’s a big step and takes time, compromise, and love to build together. --- ✨ What I Offer Loyal, affectionate, and emotionally supportive. Playful, imaginative, and eager to make you smile. Responsible, tidy, and reliable when I need to be big. A partner who’s ready to pour love, care, and joy into the right relationship. --- If you’re a nurturing, patient Mummy who’s serious about building a deep bond, I’d love to hear from you. Let’s take our time, get to know each other, and hopefully build the soft, secure, and love-filled life we both dream of. https://www.tumblr.com/dippersaurus https://fetlife.com/users/11814312 https://t.me/DailyCrinkles

Hello. My boyfriend (23) said he accepts to let me make him a baby boy:) last time he wet himself he was 12/13. And I want to turn back time and punish him for that. Shave, diaper etc. do u have any ideas how to make him feel like a boy? 🙂 how to humiliate him, cuz he wants this too.

Hollywood Baby This will be more of a slow burn story, it does involve MDLG, ABDL themes. This is my first story, so please keep criticism constructive. If I can improve my story writing, I am open to critique. I hope that you will enjoy this book. As a general warning there are a few scenes that could be triggering for some folks. There is a scene involving SA, I don’t go into great detail but it is present. There is also Negligent Homicide, again nothing terribly gruesome but it is present. If this was a movie, I would guess it would garner a PG-13 rating. Prologue “It’s good to have money and the things that money can buy, but it’s good, too, to check up once in a while and make sure that you haven’t lost the things that money can’t buy” -George Lorimer “Rich People Don’t have problems, they have inconveniences.” -Kevin Kwan- “Rich People Problems” When you grow up in a wealthy family, it's much much harder to feel that what you've achieved is on your own. And it's much much harder for people to think that what you've achieved is on your own. -David Rubenstein “Growing up rich must be so cool! You can do whatever you want,” “I wish my Mom and Dad were famous!” -General Public Quotes like these are things I’ve heard all of my life from those who idolize being rich and famous, and while yes, it is nice growing up wanting for nothing, it’s not everything. I have experienced my own hardships, maybe not as much as those with less but hardships none the less. In this book, I will recount my experiences growing up as the child of two of Hollywood’s biggest stars, and how my life began again at eighteen. The passages of this book are a combination of summarized journal entries and the best of my recollection. I have tried to be as accurate as possible.

Friday: The Sleepover Begins "You're such a baby!" Man I hate this kid. I'm only trying to watch some Anime and all he wants to watch is Teen Titans GO!. Hey there my name is Luke and I'm 13 years old. A little about me. I like sports, I like video games and well I have a bit of a bedwetting problem. Good thing only my parents and me know. I wouldn't hear the end of it at school. "I'M NOT A BABY! MOM SAID ITS MY TURN TO PICK THE TV SHOW!" My brother inserts. My brother, Ty, is just turning 10 today. My parent's unfortunately have a business' trip they cant get out of it so they couldn't plan the usually birthday party. So the plan is I'm going to chaperone him and his friends on an all weekend sleepover. I'm getting paid $20 buck for it, so it's cool. "Fine but this weekend I'm in charge! Got it?" "Sure, we'll see" he says with a smirk on his face. I continue on with my day by getting some breakfast. I say goodbye to mom and dad who catch a plane in an hour, and go to school. School is kind of cool. I mean I'm not the most popular person but I'm also not unpopular. School today was rather uneventful. Although one odd thing did happen. Someone ran up to me today and before he could say anything some rando clocked him across the face. When I get home I just chill on the couch until I hear Ty and his two friends Toddy and James. Once they walk in the house I her Ty say "Time for victim one" and then he pulls down Toddy's pants exposing his undies. After some quick laughs Toddy pull sup his pants and says "Your time will come!" while pointing at my brother. I order some pizza and they watch some Disney Movie in the living room. I hear them from the kitchen as over the night they scream, laugh, play, and pants each other. I get them to calm down and go to bed around 10pm. I go to my room and put on my goodnites before hopping into bed. Dang just as i get cozy i now need to go pee. Im horrified of potentially going out their and getting caught in goodnites by running into one of the kids. So ill just let it go since its not too much and ill have room in case I wet tonight. "HELP, HELP, HELP!" I hear someone scream from the living room. I jump awake and realize its 1 AM and head toward the door. I give my self a quick once over in the mirror to make sure the goodnites weren't too obvious. As I get downstairs into the living room I see the lights on while Toddy and James stand looking at me with their phones out and are chuckling. "Last victim!" I hear behind me and everything suddenly slows down. All these thoughts float into my head. thoughts like "I'm about to have my goodnites, ah let me just face it, DIAPER exposed in front of these little kids." As my pants hit the ground i see two flashes burst from each phone and two from behind me. I now just want to leave my body. More thoughts flood my brain "this cant be happening." "my life is ruined." "Do they notice its wet" Then all of a sudden in a calming voice I hear my brother come up from behind me and say. "Don't worry were not going to tell anyone or post those anywhere, as long as you cooperate." He ushers for me to kick off my pants (I do) and he grabs them and tosses them across the room. "You wont be sleeping in those tonight. Again don't worry tonight is going to be tame." he ushers Toddy over to a table were there is a large glass of water and some ZQuil. he brings it over to me and gestures for me to drink it and take the pills. (again I do this) "Now get some sleep and report to us in the kitchen by 9am wearing exactly what you are wearing now. We'll be watching to make sure you don't cheat and take those off" As they wave there cell phones at me. "Off you go" and he pats me on the bottom. I'm in shock and cant think about doing anything else then just complying. So I head upstairs to my room in only a t shirt and goodnite. i hear more snaps from the phones as i walk up. As well as their mocking voices. "Aww he looks so cute waddling away" Toddy says "Hopefully the rest of the night is dryer than the first bit for him" James chimes in "I'm just hoping he keeps remaining obedient, like a good little boy" my brother adds and they all burst out laughing. As I walk away I can't seem to get his words out of my head. What did he mean by tonight was going to be tame. How is this tame? I get to my bed and burst into tears. Suddenly I get very sleepy and doze off. Saturday Morning: Ty's Now In Charge BEEP BEEP BEEP! My alarm goes off. I look at the clock and its 8:45. I also see on it a sticky note with See You at 9! Remember no changing. written on it. I shift notice to my bed and OH MY GOD its soaked. I stand up and my shirt is absolutely drenched in pee. I look in the mirror and my goodnites may be the largest I've ever seen it. I look like a toddler in a drenched shirt with only a pullup on. I guess that large glass of water did the trick which led my diaper to leak everywhere. I cant believe I'm going to have to go downstairs like this and have a bunch of little kids laugh at me. The only other option is to allow them to post those photos they took last night but that would be the end of my social life. I will just have to take this deep until the sleepover ends then everything will return to normal. I walk downstairs and I am immediately greeted by 3 laughing kids taking photos. "Uh oh looks like you sprung a major leak." "He smells so strong of pee" "Aww little guy couldn't wake up in time to get to the bathroom" they all mock. Ty then takes out a large piece of white paper and says "Good Morning! Before we go any further read what is on this paper and look at the camera while smiling. " After looking at the paper and seeing what it says i scream "No way am I saying..." "Uh oh someone forgot who is in charge." Ty interrupts "Looks like we'll just post these and be on our way" "No!" I plead. "I'll say it" I look right at the camera and say with a smile on my face. "I think I need a change. Ty can you change my diaper?" He moves the camera around my body to show how soaked I am and shows a puddle already forming at feet. The phone clicks off and everyone bursts out again in laugher. "This is so much fun. I wish we could actually post these" Says Toddy. I glare enraged at him "but we wont don't worry little one. " he retorts back to me. "Ty I'm going to run and grab a photo of his bed quick." "Good idea Toddy" Toddy quickly runs off to do the errand. "So here's the deal. " My brother begins "We're gonna play a little game. For this whole weekend you will do as we say, that part we've already made clear. You will also be diapered the whole time and treated like the baby you are. James over here has agreed to manage the changing situation, being that he knows how since he changes his baby brothers diapers. Now I'm not evil so there are two outs. One we post it all, again........ known. The other you succeed in just one of our five challenges. But if you fail one you will receive a punishment. Now before we get to that on to breakfast I couldn't find a highchair in the attic but I did find this." he points at a booster seat with straps tied to one of the dinning room chairs. "You will have a sippy cup of milk and some oatmeal." Toddy grabs me after just getting back. I show little resistance and follow him by getting in the chair and as he straps me in. I slowly eat the oatmeal and drink the milk both of which have a bitter taste since my brother is a horrible cook. Of course during this whole time I'm getting photographed. After breakfast James instructs me that he will be changing me now. This is going to be the most horrible thing in my life. I dreadfully walk up the stairs and go into my room. There he states "Arms up!" I put my arms up and he proceeds to take off my shirt which reeks of pee and still a bit wet. "Now lie down on the bed" I gulp and do as instructed in one of the small areas on my bed that isn't pee soaked. He takes off my goodnites by ripping the sides open. He then wipes me down. "Gotta make sure you don't get a rash" The whole thing is utterly humiliating. I'm told to stand up and step by step get into a new pair of goodnites. "It's a shame we only have goodnites for this. But I guess this will have to do" he pulls them up and proceeds to put me in a dark blue t shirt and some heather sweatpants that were a bit tight. "There we go all nice and clean and snug as a bug." and he bops me on the nose. As if this weren't bad enough. I do have to admit though it is nice to finally be in dry cloths and have a new fresh diaper. When we get downstairs my brother and Toddy stand at attention like they're playing military. Ty moves forwards and speaks "Challenge one. This is a simple one. It is almost 10 am. Until 1 pm you will have to stay in this playpen" he reveals a playpen he dug out from storage. "You will be watching Nick Jr. and you will not be able to leave the playpen. we will be filming this by phone on this mounted selfie stick. We will be watching from my bedroom while we play video games so don't cheat we'll know " I'm confused this is an easy challenge. There has to be a catch. Ty then continues after a brief pause "but one more thing. you must not use your diaper before we can check you at 1 otherwise you lose and will be punished. If you succeed then we stop this and play video games all weekend." That didn't really make this harder I've held myself for 3 hours before plenty of times and more often longer. I feel like this is my brothers way of calling this off. I nod and enter the playpen. He turns on the tv and of course its Paw Patrol. "See ya in 3 hours" and the three run upstairs to my brothers room. After a couple episodes of Paw Patrol a start to feel a pain in my stomach and start feeling it churn. Crap this couldn't come at a worse time I still had a bit over two hours left. I stand up to better hold my poop in. As I stand I seem to be getting weaker like my arms and legs are fatigued. It gets harder to hold it in since clinching becomes harder and harder to do. Then about 20 mins into me doing this a squirt leaks out of my butt. It seemed to just ozz out without any notice. Was it a poop or just a wet fart. Will he care just about a squirt? I continue to hold. Then midway through my fourth episode of paw patrol I feel a stream just leave my butt and flow right into my diaper. It started slow and then all of a sudden with one large flood it was completely full. The warmth completely surrounded me and I felt like I was swimming in there. The ickiness of this is beyond anything I've felt before. I cant believe what just happened. Im in a super messy pullup standing in a playpen while watching Paw patrol. To top it all off this was all on camera. They must have rigged this in their favor but how? Oh no the food of course. I'm going to have to stand here for the last hour before they come down but then i hear footsteps on the stairs now. "Looks like little Luke had an accident. Good job buddy!" I hear Toddy mock me with as the three enter the room. They hold there noses in a showboating way and Ty pulls out another cue card. "So Luke please read this and look at that camera." I'm now for sure in too deep so I comply almost instantly. "Ty see I can't hold it in." I say smiling "James can I get a diaper change please?" Just at that moment Toddy give my shoulder a quick push and I fall to the bottom of the playpen. The mess squirts out of the top of my diaper like a geyser. Poop gets all over my shirt, my sweat pants and in the playpen. At this point you can just always assumed their laughing because I am even becoming familiar to it. "Oh my good he is one messy toddler" says Toddy "I hate to say this to you both but this is going to have to be a team job to clean up." says James as he refers to my diaper change. The three of them then usher me to my room and proceed to remove my shirt. "I never thought changing diapers could involve so much shirt changing too." James remarked. He place my messy shirt in the hamper with my pee soaked one. They then laid me on a blanket on the ground. "Wow that's a massive stain." Ty says as he see my bed for the first time. James breaks open the side of my goodnites and quickly removes the diaper and all three start wiping me. They were many sounds of disgust and laughs as they cleaned me. "These don't really work well do they?" Ty asks James "No he needs better protection with straps. Challenge two should help us there." James answers I was then told to stand up and they helped pulled up a goodnites on me and pick out a bright green shirt and tight, and i mean tight, blue spandex looking pants. If you looked longer then one second you could see that i was wearing a pullup easily. "Bring him downstairs as I prep the punishment." ordered Ty. While downstairs I sat on the living room floor as they cleaned out my playpen then put me in it afterwards. Ty had been moving back and forth from my room to the backyard. Finally he came and said "We're Ready!" I walk into the backyard and see a fire going in our fire pit. I am moved to right next to the pit and Ty slowly hands me a cardboard box. "When I say go you read the paper and shake this box. The bottom should give out and fuel the fire." he then backs up and starts filming. "Go!" "I guess I don't need these!" I shake the box and out fall all my boxers and draws. The fire quickly engulfs them and I go still. What did i just do? They must of kept a couple right? They then click the camera off "Ty! I thought this would end if I did what you said! This is not that." I scream after breaking from my trance. "No, that's still true I assure you. when you get through this you can tell mom any lie you want about why you need more underwear and ill agree. so chill your fine!" I halt and start crying. What lie could I say to explain this. I guess ill think of something. I just need to get through this and it will all work out. Saturday Evening: Shopping Spree "Alrighty, Challenge Two" James begins " This will be an outside the home challenge." Wait outside the home no this is not going to be okay. "You will have to go inside the Target two blocks over and buy these three things. One an assortment of diapers, not goodnites, that will fit you. At least three different brands. Two, some sheets for your bed that have AGE appropriate designs. Three, a teddy bear or any other type of stuffy. You will also have three rules yo follow. If someone asks if they can help you have to say yes. If someone asks who they are for you must tell them the truth, their for you. Lastly, you have to do all this without soiling or wetting your diaper." That may be actually tough now because my stomach is still churning from this morning and I think I'm going to have to go again real soon. Ty opens the door and hands me mom's credit card. "After you we will be following from a distance." I walk to the store and luckily not many of my class mates live out here or would be shopping at target on a Saturday. My pants are so tight anyone who gives me a good look will see the outline of my goodnites. I step in and try not to make eye contact with anyone. Not just because I'm embarrassed to look them in the eye but also in hopes no one talks to me since the rules will make me tell them things I don't want to. I get to the diaper aisle and start reading the packs to see what will fit me. At that moment I can feel someone come up from behind and I just hope they say nothing. "Hey there little boy" the stranger says. little boy is like a dagger to my ear. i know with my short size and the obvious diaper I must appear very young. "Can i help you with anything? Where are your parents?" "Their at home. I was just sent here to get some supplies like diapers and... Uh... yes you can help me." I half lie and half tell the truth Mumbling under her breath i hear. "Poor thing parents sent him here alone to shop." then in a louder voice. "Alright lets see" she grabs a cart and starts looking at the diapers. "what size is the baby?" I blush and say "Umm there not for a baby there for me" "Oh so you just need some for you? How many are left?" "Only a handful of goodnites and I was told not to get those and just get diapers." "Got it so you need to stock up." she starts grabbing multiple size 7s from different brands. "Three packs should be enough i don't have that type of money" "Don't worry i got yah! ill make sure your stocked up." she acted as if she was my savior. In all she loaded 11 packs into the cart. 8 packs from four different diaper brands, 2 packs of overnight diapers and a pack of little swimmers "now what else do you need?" "I need some sheets....with some designs" she smiles and nods indicating she understands what i mean. "and i also need a ....a... a stuffy" her smile gets very large and she says "we can do that easily!" She navigates me to the sheets section and proceeds to add Paw Patrol, Bluey, and PJ Masks sheets into the basket. At this point i begin to feel my stomach churn start to really pick up and I begin to get very concerned. I try to walk slow in hopes not to aggravate anything. I'm almost done, I can do this. We get over to the stuffys and she says "pick 3" rather than argue i slowly move and pick a penguin, and a snake. she grabs a moose for the third one and pretends to talk to my through it. "Hey there little boy. Can you pick me? I want to be your friend." I give her a bit of a fake chuckle, in hopes to move on she says "oh there's a little smile lets get more of that out." and she gives me a little tickle on the side and all of a sudden while i laugh i also vacate another slimy load into my goodnites. the warmth again spreads around and it seems to just hold all of it. it was close due to the tight pants limiting the room. I am mortified and just stand silent. She sees my face and sniffs the air. "oh i know what that face means." She tugs me close to her and pulls back my pants and diaper out to check me. "Yep, just as I thought, someone made a yucky" i start to cry and she quickly picks me up placing her hand on my bottom to support the weight and all it does is spread the mess around. I just want this to end. I can't believe I failed Challenge two too. We walk over to the counter to check out and i just keep my eyes closed and put my head in her shoulder as they converse. "Is he asleep" the clerk says In a whisper the lady says "He's just embarrassed. he just made a yucky." Then the clerk catches whiff "Got it, how old is he?" The lady speaks quickly and guesses at my age to not indicate we are strangers "He's five" Wow she thinks I'm five that just hursts. She pays for the things and says loud enough for the clerk and folks behind us to hear "I'll just get you a quick change into one of your new diapers and you'll be nice and dry in no time." CHANGE? NO NO NO NO this can not be happening. She walks into the woman's room and places me on the changing table. i am not sure what is happening but i am numb. She changes me and does a full wipe and cream. Which I didn't even noticed she bought. she puts me in a real diaper not a pull up. It soft and does fit better and i feel like it will hold more. Then she places me on the ground as a girl walks in, she was about 9 so to young for me to know her. At that moment she instructs me to step into my pants as she pulls them back on. The little girl just looks at me and gives out a chuckle. Looking at myself in the mirror i notice the pants basically do nothing now i might as well just be wearing the diaper. As we walk out with a bunch of bags in a cart my brother and his friends come over. "Hey there my mom sent me over to make sure he got back did he pay for all of that?" "No this is on me" The woman said "I feel like the four of you could probably grab all the bags if you're not far from here then I will see you when I see you." she pinches my cheek and gives me a little tickle. To Ty she says "he made a yucky so i gave him a change too so you know." she then walks aways. Ty speaks up "That was perfect! you couldn't have done any better. But since you did make a "yucky" before shopping was over, we are going to have to do a punishment when we get home. .... And wow you sure are stocked up now!" they all laugh. As we walk back I actually hear Ty saying in a soft voice to Toddy "I was really hoping he was gonna succeed on that one. I feel like these next three are going to be very rough for him." What does he mean by that? I try not to react to make sure he doesn't know that I heard him. When we got home they took a quick video of me saying "I decided to buy these!" after that I was put in the playpen as my second punishment got ready. After about one episode of Bluey they were ready. I am led again to a fire and i was given a box. The cameras goes on and i look at the cue card and say. "These don't suit me any more" I pause for a second scared to shake it since i know it could be something i really want to keep. I then shake it and out comes my bedsheets and spares. Oh my god i now have to sleep with baby sheets! I hear a doorbell and see a pizza man give a box of pizza to Toddy. "Time for din din" Ty says. They strap me in my chair and place a sippy cup by me full of milk. "Where's the pizza?" i ask "Oh their is not pizza for you since your to young. plus there was some bottles of baby food in the bags you bought." Ty answers. Baby food? I must have been so focused on not messing my diaper that I missed her loading so much more in the basket. "So I'm going to spoon feed you." He begins to feed me and seems to "miss" sometimes i think to just get me ready for another picture. After i go through two bottles, which ill admit wasn't that bad, I down my sippy cup. Odd this one is not bitter at all. "Time for a change and a bath" James says as he unbuckles my from my chair. Bath? this cant end well for me. He leads me to the bathroom where he instructs me to put my arms up as he undresses me. "Good job on keeping the shirt clean, little guy!" he then ruffles my hair. he looks at my diaper and say "your wet I see". I had almost forgot but yeah i remember just letting go a couple times without much thought because why fight at this point. I get in the tub once my diaper is removed. I try to start washing myself but am told to just relax since he'll do it. He then continues to wash me. all in the while giving me simple instructions as if i wouldn't understand. I'm told to get out and he dry's me from head to toe. i then lay down to get a new diaper. I see he brought in one of the overnight diapers in for me. he puts that on and i immediately notice the thicker padding. Nice and fluffy he then put me in a yellow shirt and says "All done and ready for bed" he holds his arms out and i proceed to give him a quick hug. and he then embraces me and picks me up. we were about the same size so i was impressed he had the strength. He walks into my room and lays me on the bed which i see now has Chase from Paw Patrol on it along with my three stuffys. I also notice that my dresser has the packs of diapers sorted out and stacked up. Ty walks up to me and says "Time for challenge three. you will wake up at 9, you cant get out of bed before then, then at 10 ill check you if your wet or mess you lose." He walks over to the other side of the room and puts on some white noise recordings. they all then walk out. Man this day couldn't have been worse. I guess Ty was right when he said tame last night. Wow these sounds are really relaxing. it almost sound like there is a faint whispering in the background. what was i talking about? Tame, yeah that's right i feel so safe and calm right now. I just want to let words wash over me. I am openings myself up. I need to do as told. I now need to go deeper..... Sunday Morning: Scavenger Hunt I'm now coming out of deep sleep and will retain none of this in my conscious mind. My alarm goes off and its 9am. I shift around a bit. My bed is dry which is a great sign! i reach down and hallelujah my diaper is dry too. One more hour and I'm free! I get out of bed and put on a shirt and some pants, this time its my choice so they are loose fitting. I walk down stairs to see Ty. "Guess what Ty? I'm dry!" I said "Nice job, sport! You still have a bit under an hour until I check you though. Now go sit in your playpen you little pee pants." He said with a grin. When he said pee pants it seemed like something came to light in my mind but it quickly disappeared. James walks over to me and picks me up. He places me in the playpen. He then hands me some Duplos to build and keep me busy. I do get board and start building with the legos. About 30 mins in I feel a quick pain in my side but it goes away quickly. That was weird but good thing it's over. A little later Ty comes walking over. "Time for your diaper check!" He said. I stand up in my playpen and he says. "Whelp guess i don't need to check you" Yes this is ending!?!? "because its apparent you are soaking wet. Look at yourself, your pants are dripping." I look down to horror. he was right my pants were dripping and my diaper was soaked. How could this be? Maybe I'm losing control. Will this become my new life. I cant take all the emotions running through my head. I meltdown and start crying. "Don't worry punishment three is already prepped for you so it will be quick then we can get you in a dry diaper." James said trying to console me. In a walk of shame i walk from my playpen to outside where there is another fire awaiting. My pants are now uncomfortable and i just want to be in a new diaper. I mean dry clothes" Again I'm handed a box. when the camera goes on i read the cue card. "I'm also going to need new ones of these!" and I shake the box revealing my shirts and pants as they fall into the pit and are engulfed in flames. i then see them throw two more boxes in saying it was the rest. "Can i go now?" I say in a defeated tone "I don't know? I still see some pants and shirts remaining that weren't burnt." Toddy said. referring to what I'm wearing. "Fine!" i scream and rip off my shirt and pants and throw them in the fire pit. The fire goes a bit dark since my pants were so wet but quickly rebounds and starts boiling off to steam making a large pee odder. "There I only have my diapers left! Happy now!" "He said MY diapers" Toddy points out after a brief silence. The three breakout in tears they begin laughing so hard. After calming down James picks me so he can change me. I'm placed in a new diaper and new brand. This one fits nicely! I like how it rides high in the back. No leaks are getting out of this diaper. I think to myself. he then stands me up and says "All done baby. I like how quick this was since we don't need to dress you in anything else anymore." When i return to the living room a hear Toddy speak up. "Now we are onto my challenge. Challenge 4. This is your second to last challenge and last outside the home challenge and its going to be a scavenger hunt. we will wheel you around in that stroller, over there, to three different parks. At each park i will give you an object you need to get for me. You will have to talk to people in order to get these items. In this challenge you will NOT be required to stay dry since it looks like you are actually having problems doing that." This is just great not only are my clothes my diapers but now I have to go out in public. "So guys" Toddy says looking at James and Ty. "Were going to have to pack a diaper bag for him. James can you do that?" "Anything for this little dude" James says mockingly then James runs up stairs and comes down with a filled backpack. He also comes down with the moose stuffy. After i get strapped into the stroller he hands me the stuffy and puts up the hood to shield the sun from my face. I put the stuffy close to my face to hopefully hide my identity. The first park takes about 20 mins to walk to...... well they were walking. When we get there I see its a small park with about 5 to 6 houses around it but it's all just there back doors facing the park. There were two toddlers and a girl, who i'd guess is about 7, hanging out in the sandbox. The rest of the park was scarce. "Alright your first object to get us is a Barbie doll." Toddy said With the hood and stuffy i feel some protection from the public but now i have to get up and walk over to that sandbox in nothing but a diaper. I'm not sure how to take this. Hopefully they don't know how old I am and rag on me. I wipe off a small tear i had and i walk toward the sandbox. i can here photos going off and the boy making jokes. "Let us know if you need a change" "Will be right over here if you need us." "Try to stay dry kiddo" I get over to the sand box and the two toddlers pay little attention to me. However the girl turns her head and says " Hey there I'm Cindy what's your name?" "L...L....Luke" I said "Hey there Luke, cute diaper! These are Stephen and Cody want to play with them? I'm watching them for my mom and her friend. I can watch you too!" she said Watch me? she really must think she is older then me. i guess i really do look young. "I'm actually wondering if you had a Barrie i could borrow" "Awwwwwww how cute you want a toy to play with. Yeah i can get one, here come with me for a sec in my house over there and we can grab one." she then walks over to the back door of her house and opens the sliding door. "Come on in Mr. puffy butt" she said in a playful tone. I walk in and she shows me her Barbie collection. There were about 20 of them. So I grab the first one I see" I like when little boys, as young as you, like Barbie dolls. Very soon you'll be ripping their heads off. If you don't mind me asking how old are you? You look a bit old for diapers but I'm not judging" she said I am not sure how to answer. Saying 13 would be humiliating. but saying 5 or 4 could also be as well it just wouldn't invoke the laughs of a little girl. "I'm four" I lie "I knew it! i can tell. Four is on the older side for diapers. But between you and me I wet the bed and wore pullups to bed until a year ago." Obviously it didn't help, knowing how young she is. "If I do end up babysitting you we can work on getting you to potty training. You get to wear pullups then which are like a mix of diapers and underwear" she responded. She looks at me and gives my diaper a glance "Oh my! We should head out." She grabs me and walks me out to boys. They hold in chuckles and i see one secretly recording as the conversation ensues. "Hey there I'm Cindy, I'm 8 years old and those two over there im looking after. If you ever need baby sitting consider me. Here's my card." and she hands them a self made card with glitter on it. "This is too good" says Ty he grabs the card and says "We'll be in touch" "Oh before i go i just wanted to let you know he is wet and needs a change" she points out somehow since i didn't even know i was wet. i go blush and then i hear James ask "Oh thanks, you're a good babysitter! Mind helping me while i change him?" "Of course!" They lay me down on the ground after putting a towel down and begin to change me. Cindy didn't do much but give me tickles every so often and said words of encouragement. It didn't take long to finish since i have no cloths to put on. I was in my new diaper, again a new brand. This one rides lower than the other but is smooth to the skin and has a perfume smell. I stand up and she bops me on the nose, i guess confirm the embarrassment. "I'll be seeing you all. And you too little stinker!" and she heads back to the sandbox. That interaction could not have been more embarrassing. "Nice Job little guy! Park one is complete." Toddy exclaimed. He buckles me into the stroller and says "Now onto park two!" Another thirty minuets passes and they stop the stroller. This is a much bigger park with at least five different groups at it. "Okay here you need to get yourself an age appropriate t shirt and no we dont want you ripping it it off a kid we want to to get it from an adult." he explained. I scan over the park and i see a couple of men with two kids one boy the other a girl. I hate to say it but they look my size so that works out. I take a full and step out of the stroller and walk over there. i have to admit while i do this i really like the feeling of being mainly naked. The wind is really cool on the skin. I then get up to the couple and their kids. "Hey there, i have a weird ask?" I say "Hey there little man were about to go swimming want to join us?" one of the men cuts me off. he was referring to the kids going to play in the local creek since its about 6 inches deep. Come to think about it if i do go I can say i feel cold after and get a t-shirt. Nice! im getting good at this. "What was it you wanted to ask us?" "If i could hang out?" i lie "Nice!" one of the men stands up and waves down my brother. he comes up to where we are at and the man says "We were going to take the kiddos swimming. Do you have a swim diaper for him?" "Why yes we do! James?" my bother says James lays a blanket down on the grass and changes me into a swim diaper. This diaper is nowhere near as comfy as the other diapers and feels super thin. I proceed to go down to the creek with the two toddlers. "See later poppy pants" my brother yells as we walked away. when he said it again another feeling came over me but subsided. While we are at the creek i splash around with the kids and we tried to catch toads. I was impressed on how the diaper didn't swell up and stayed put. All in all it was really fun. I did get a bit of a cramp but after a couple seconds it went away. I continue to play for about another 20 mins but am grabbed by one of the men. "Someone looks like he needs a change" He pulls back my diaper, this is becoming a common occurrence for strangers to check me. After looking at the damage he says "Someone made an uh oh!" the twins laugh but due to the way he said it because they are also diapered. How did I not notice pooping in my pants. I feel like I must be regressing. Good thing it ends today so I don't keep going down this path. He picks me up and ushers me back to their picnic spot. He asks me to lie down and proceeds to change my diaper. He used many different lotions which felt great and he put me in this diaper that hugged my body just right and it felt so soft and comfy. He gave me a tickle and said "do you want a shirt your looking red." "Yes please!" he pulls out a yellow polo looking shirt with big bird design on front. I put my arms up and he puts it on. I then thank him and run back to my care takers. "Look what i got?" I yell while pointing at big bird. "Who Hoo! Two for two squirt!" Toddy says and he gives me a high five. I climb into the stroller "look at that getting in the seat without being asked you are being such a good little gentleman" he then buckles me in. Before pushing me to the third park. When we get to the third park i look around and immediately know where i am. I'm at the park out side the MIDDLE SCHOOL! "This is the easiest one. you must now get me a handful of the the rubber ground from over in the play area." Toddy said I look over to see there were boys from my school over there. not ones i know and in the grade below me but word would spread if they saw a boy in a diaper run over to the play area. I'm now caught. I breakdown in tears. "So if i do this everyone finds out but if i don't you post the photos and everyone finds out. so i lose either way" and begin to cry louder. "No no no no that's not the rules" Toddy interjects "if you don't do this we wont post anything you would just lose challenge 4." I hate to do this when im so close but the weekend is almost over so i say "Okay please take me home ill take the punishment."

Synopsis: In a world of furry hybrids, Jane, a deer hybrid, becomes an exchange student in a foreign country and begins an internship at a botanical garden. Unfortunately, however, her boss, a lioness hybrid named Catharina, apparently has a something against her newest employee, treating her poorly and constantly chasing her. However, little by little, Jane realizes that this harassment, and some of it, has resulted in a possessive and maternal rumor. And to make matters worse, the discovery of her secrets sets her on a path of virtually no return. Ps: Forgive me for any grammatical errors or words that shouldn't be in a certain passage (often, a word in my language is translated as another), I am using translators as English is not my native language. Chapter 1: Prologue Well, I never wanted to be like that. But we don't choose our inner desires, do we? Anyway, it started in childhood, more specifically with... It's a little embarrassing, but what isn't embarrassing for us when we talk about it? I like spankings. Witnessing them, actually. A part of me wanted to be spanked, but just thinking about my parents doing it to me automatically dismissed it. Not because of the pain, but out of pure aversion to being a they who does this. Deep down, I wanted another figure, a maternal or paternal one. And I never liked other people's pain or was happy about it, but... Deep down, something inside me was, um... Excited? I'm not talking sexually. I don't know when that sexual part of a person is activated, but it was never sexual, although I feel a certain tingling near my groin, but I never had the urge to touch myself or anything like that. Over time, I began to enjoy spanking stories or videos simulating a parental, sibling, or teacher spanking—any figure in the family position or position that doesn't involve a romantic partner. Later, I discovered the term spanker, which was what I am: someone with a desire or fetish related to spanking. Some liked to watch, others liked to be the disciplinarian, there were those who liked to be spanked too, and others I don't remember. Until I stopped with a topic about why this desire might be activated: the intimate touch of the disciplinarian and the punished, as well as the attention and a certain "care" to put that person on the supposed "right path." When I read "Intimate Touch," I had already separated myself from ABDL, but I hadn't delved too deeply into this topic or focused much on it. But what does touch have to do with it? Well, I always preferred to see and read about spankings on bare bottoms, how the disciplinarian's hand undressed the punished to embarrass them and then touched their bottom after beginning the spanking. Right, and is ABDL related to this? Intimate touch, the "possession" of a person's body and the removal of their modesty — doesn't it remind you of changing a diaper? And then I delved even deeper into ABDL. I also came across the terms Ageplay and Agere. I was able to see the difference between the two and discarded Ageplay, embracing Agere. Leaving behind adult responsibilities, returning to childhood habits, and being cared for was a desire I hadn't realized I had until that moment. I was surprised I hadn't realized it before. While some loved birthdays, others disliked them because they were getting older, and some even said it was "one less year of life." I thought, "Another year in which people will stop caring and taking care of me." After all, during childhood and adolescence, you're not free; you're dependent on someone, and people care about you. But what about after that? You have to fend for yourself in this scary adult life. Other things came from... Well, enjoying embarrassment, of course, not with a real person, like ENF... And omorashi due to ABDL. Scat was something I didn't like, only related to diapers. My dictionary of desires — I say desires because I don't consider them fetishes, although I do get turned on, but never to the point of wanting to have sex or masturbate — has grown. But I've never tried looking for a "mommy" or a "daddy." I tried wearing diapers. My periods were always heavy, which sometimes made me wear diapers without them tied around my waist, but in a sort of pad. Thinking they were completely safe, I once sat on my bed, took off my underwear, and peed in the diaper. To my astonishment, it leaked, but fortunately—somehow—it didn't stain my bed, or at least my mother didn't mention it. My mother was a different story. I've always been sloppy, procrastinating, and lazy. I often had to be reminded to do basic things like brush my teeth or shower, and sometimes I was forced to do them because I didn't want to. And when it came to household chores, she never insisted that I help her, but she always criticized me about the state of my room and clothes. Obviously, her lack of demands contributed to these characteristics, which I'm not proud of. And obviously, because of this, she always believed I would never achieve independence, and she was often overprotective. I was very surprised when, after studying hard and managing to study biology and botany at the same time, I got a scholarship to study in the Netherlands. In the country where I lived, it was not uncommon for an adult to continue living with their parents; they usually only leave after marriage. And I still lived with my mother—my parents were divorced, and I didn't have a good relationship with her—so she was extremely in denial about me going to another country. According to her, I didn't know how to take care of myself, much less, but I was an adult and had the final say. So, reluctantly, she accepted and offered a bittersweet farewell: a good opportunity, but I was leaving my old lady with my older sister. But that's life, right? After that diaper incident, I only had two more encounters with them. A safer encounter: adult diapers, which I stole twice from my mother, who had bladder problems, but fortunately, she got better. I felt guilty about using them, as they were expensive and she'd gotten them from my aunt, but my mom had a lot, so my excitement quickly returned. I decided to go to the bathroom, the trauma of the leak haunting me... If I made a mess in the bathroom, it would be easier to clean up. I tried standing, squatting, and nothing. Even with a full bladder, nothing came out. So I felt on the toilet and finally got out. I didn't empty it all, afraid of overflowing, but it was good to finally feel the warmth of the liquid against my diaper. But I was still frustrated that I couldn't use a diaper without having to go to the bathroom. For the second time, when my mother's bladder problems returned, it had been a while since I'd started an unhealthy habit of filling my bladder with water and reading ABDL stories with a full bladder. This gradually led to me no longer having my bladder of steel and being able to hold it quite well when I was about to pee. As a result, I had some leaks in my underwear, not enough to soil my pants, but enough to scare me a little. And with that, even standing up, it became easier to go to the bathroom, but the lingering fear of that time made me sit on the toilet again and let the flow go. This, of course, wasn't my home country. When I arrived in the Netherlands—or the Netherlands, as it's now called—and faced a difficult adjustment, I managed to get a small cabin—with the help of my scholarship—in a village near the botanical garden where I was studying and working. So I researched forums for the best diapers and pull-up diapers for people like me, as well as tips on how to change them, and I used both sparingly. The internship was good; the language barrier was an obstacle I managed to overcome well, as I'm extremely introverted, shy, and antisocial. In other words, if I don't speak and interact with many people, I don't have any problems. Sometimes I also like to joke with myself, saying I was like a baby trying to learn to speak my own language for the first time. But not everything was rosy, ironically for a botanist. My boss, the granddaughter of the current botanical garden administrator, was extremely demanding of me. Se was always supervising me, criticizing me, making awkward jokes, and demanding much more than my internships were expected. I was now in the herbarium, examining a Belladonna, when I felt a presence. I sighed, thinking it was Catharina, but it was actually Benjamin, another foreigner who had also won a scholarship like me. I turned and smiled at him, still shy, even though we were friends. I mean... colleagues, since friends is a strong word, but he always tried to overcome that barrier and build a friendship with me. I had no objections, but my social anxiety, autism, and bipolar disorder were reported to be holding me back. My mood was volatile, and I was terrible at interacting with others. "Hey Jane, how about a movie after the internship?" he said, leaning closer. "Well... I... Um... Maybe, and..." "She can't." The sentence was said, and we turned to the speaker. Catharina She approached us with her commanding aura, making Ben, the brown bear hybrid, uncomfortable, having to take steps back and adjust his posture. I just looked away... "She'll be busy. I gave her a research assignment, and it's been going on for a long time," she said. But it was a lie! She didn't give me anything. Benjamin nodded and, with a cordial farewell, left. The words were out of my mouth before I could think twice. "You didn't give me any trouble." She moved slowly, like a lioness attacking her prey. And it was extremely ironic, considering she really is a lioness hybrid, with her long ears and tail. She circled me, and my doe ears lowered in an unconscious act of fear. She had almost reddish-blond hair, hazel-green eyes, and was tall... maybe 5'7"? A rectangular face, well-defined eyebrows, and a slightly chubby body structure—an adjective I don't see as pejorative—like Monica Geller from "Friends" as a teenager, only thinner. And coincidentally, she looked a bit like the actress who played that character, and a cross between another actress, Sarah Paulson and Cate Blanchett. She stopped in front of me and said casually, "I know what I'm doing. He'd take advantage of you, like all men." I was confused. Since when did she care about me? And more importantly, what does this have to do with her? "But I can take care of myself... And... And..." I wanted to say that this was my decision, but I couldn't speak. Startling me a little, she grabbed me by the waist and placed me on the table. For a moment, I thought she was going to kiss me; after all, I'd seen scenes like that in romantic movies. But she didn't. "No. You don't know. You're like a child, totally sloppy and clumsy." If she hadn't compared me to a child, which made my Agere side scream internally, I would have been extremely offended, even though I knew she was right. "I know what I'm doing. I'm your boss, and I say no. You won't go." "Your position doesn't extend beyond the internship." I said, gathering my courage. And she laughed lightly. "But I can make your life hell in here, do you hear me? If you go out with him or anyone else, I'll know." And then she left, finally making me breathe easier without feeling that tension. The worst part is, she was right... She knew. Unfortunately, she lived in the same village as me, in a much nicer cabin than mine, with a third floor that she uses for late-night stargazing. And if I were late, she'd know what I'd done, because the path to my house passes by hers. I leaked a little pee from my pull-up, which I hid well well. She sounded like a mother scolding and setting rules for her toddler. A mother. Oh, shit... Get a grip, Jane!

Natalie is your typical 12 year old girl except for a few things her small height which makes her look more like an 8 year old and the fact she still wears pullups to bed. Natalie is usually a pretty happy kid but today has been rough. It started with waking up late for her bus, then not realizing she forgot her homework then to cap off her school day she was now sitting in the nurses office after having an accident! The nurse let her clean up.ans wear her gym clothes while she waits to be picked up but as for undies... well the nurse had pullups for the younger kids so that's unfortunately what Natalie had to wear under her gym shorts and tank top. Her day has only started to be bad though..... (This is an open rp currently. I've been away for a long time but I'm back! Please join my first rp back! I'm looking for full paragraph responses and a slow regression, or slowly being babied theme here. DM me please and, Thank you!)

Hiii! Looking to do some detailed roleplay with age regression! Up for any kind of plot really though tech and fantasy are favorites of mine. I have some basic ideas for some plots but I'll save those for dms! I'm not too active on forums but I do have a discord! Dm me and I'll give you my discord so we can chat away!

Hello! i’m miles, i’m 18(19 in october!), and i’m a trans boy with no surgeries. i’m also bi! i’m a baby/little(my little ages are 1-5y/o)! my little space is sfw and nsfw, but i prefer sfw!! i wear diapers:). i LOVE bluey, sharks and adventure time! i have audhd, bpd, and rlly bad anxiety.. and i smoke oui’d for it!!! i would rlly love to talk to like minded ppl and meet in person eventually! pls contact me by email!!: munchinburritos@gmail.com lolz i love burritos:3

(If anyone knows what Dragon Quest is, this is basically what it was called in America. This particular one is Dragon Quest Monsters 2: Tara's Adventure, so I hope you enjoy it, even if it's difficult to pick up.) About critique, feel absolutely free to tell me what I'm doing wrong; in fact, I encourage it with all my heart! I want to publish this under my pseudo penname in books for AR/AB stuff, and in order to publish without mistakes and errors, I absolutely need to know what I've done wrong. If you can't find anything wrong, then tell me what you liked, please! These things make me a better writer. I'm not soft when it comes to critique, and I'll always listen to it. - Chapter One: Land Ho! - Tara was relaxing on the ship, her dark-brown hair in a long ponytail, covered by a cap and fluttering in the wind along with her ankle-length green dress. She watched the sailors going about their business, a few farm monsters (an affable DrakSlime, an old, grumpy ArmyAnt, a CactiBall who only wanted to talk about something called a "Dream Egg", and a cocky Slime) in the cargo hold in peaceful slumber, the vastness of the ocean lapping at the ship’s hull. Her parents and older brother were having a heated discussion that she wanted no part of; all she wanted was to relax and be calm…away from her nightmares. It came back in an instant. The wrinkly orange face like a giant rotten tangerine, framed by two hooded jet-black eyes with milky-white sclera; the fat pink lips the color of faded blood, hiding a blackened maw; the huge horns, curled and curved inward; the clinking of jewels upon jewels, wealth beyond measure. The face spoke to her, laughed at her, taunted her. “I’ll see you sooner than you think, Tara!” The voice was rough like sandpaper, fouler than poison. “Sooner than you think! And when I do, I’ll be the last thing you ever see!” “Tara?” Tara opened her eyes to see her big brother, Cobi, looking at her with concern in his blue eyes. His sandy-brown hair was covered by a floppy blue hat, but the wind still tickled it. She looked at Cobi and said in a listless tone, “Hey, big brother...” “Another nightmare?” he asked sympathetically. She nodded. “Are you going to be okay?” “I’ll be fine.” “You sure?” “Yes.” He let out a sigh. “Mother and Father wanted to talk to you,” he said before patting her head. “Are you sure you’re-” “I’m fine. Honestly.” He looked at her and sighed. “If you say so.” She walked away from her brother. He was very overprotective, sure, but… She heard a man in a floppy hat say, “Hey, girl. You a fan of seafaring?” She turned to face him. “Um, yes?” she responded. What am I going to say: that I hate it, and would never do it again? I'm seasick, you jerk! “That’s good. You have potential.” “Okay…” she walked away from the weird man, over to her mother and father. “Hello, Tara,” her mother said. “We’re finally going to GreatLog Kingdom. Isn’t it exciting, my child?” “Yes,” Tara said, not believing her own words. “Well, the king of GreatLog seems to recognize our worth!” her father said with a boastful laugh. “Anyway, we’re going to need you to start earning your keep, Tara, so you can’t be a baby anymore.” “When was I ever?” she muttered underneath her breath. “What was that?” “Nothing.” “Go talk to your brother.” She walked away, fuming. Her parents had never really taken to her wanting to follow a different dream than monster farming. No, she wanted to be a tamer herself. Her brother understood her dream and he at least…well, at the very least, seemed to care. Still, he was a year older than she was, but his overprotectiveness was…annoying. Speaking of him, Cobi stopped by. “Hey, little sister. Seems Mom and Dad grilled you.” “I’m eighteen years old, Cobi. I can handle a little anger from our folks.” “Sis, by the way, do you need to be-” “I’m fine, Cobi,” Tara said, her face flushing. “Okay. Anyway, the crew member said-” “Land ho!” a sailor cried, causing both siblings to jump. “It’s GreatLog, sure as she stands!” another echoed. The palm tree was the first thing she saw in the nearing distance. It was an impressive sight, to be sure; a giant palm tree on an island in the middle of the ocean tended to be impressive. Tara truly believed that such a place could support a giant farm for monsters. It was then that…it happened. First there was only a trickle, barely registering. Then the dam broke loose, as she froze up. Cobi was the first to notice. “Okay, I think you do,” he said quietly, leading her away to Mom and Dad, as tears poured from her eyes. Tara hated being incontinent, hated being treated like a baby. It had all started with those stupid nightmares she had, starting at age seven. Thank the gods it was only pee this time. “Tara, you can’t keep being a little baby,” her father said with a sigh as Cobi explained to them what happened. “I’m not,” she muttered. “Your diaper says otherwise,” her father said loudly, causing some of the sailors to look their way. Why did you have to do that, Father? Does everyone have to know?! Her mother was more sympathetic, quickly moving to get the supplies. Her father and Cobi gave the two privacy, as her mother quickly changed her with the technique of an expert, a loving look in her eyes. Tara had tried herself before, but her mother seemed to insist, and it made the girl feel like a child. But at least she was clean now. I hate this. Why did I have to get these nightmares? Why?! Little did she know that the answer would appear…sooner than she wished. Sooner than she thought.