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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.

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."

Sinopse: Em um mundo de híbridos peludos, Jane, que é uma híbrida de corça, se torna uma estudante de intercâmbio em um país estrangeiro e começa um estágio em um jardim botânico. Infelizmente, porém, sua chefe, uma híbrida de leoa chamada Catharina, aparentemente tinha muito contra sua mais nova funcionária, tratando-a mal e sempre a perseguindo. No entanto, aos poucos, Jane percebe que essa perseguição e parte desse tratamento resultaram em um rumo possessivo e maternal. E para piorar a situação, a descoberta de seus segredos a coloca em um caminho praticamente sem volta. Capítulo 1: Prólogo Bom, eu nunca quis ser assim. Mas nós não escolhemos nossos desejos interiores, certo? De qualquer forma, começou na infância, mais especificamente com... É um pouco constrangedor, mas o que não é constrangedor para nós, quando falamos sobre esse assunto? Eu gostava de palmadas. Testemunhar, na verdade. Uma parte de mim queria receber algumas, mas só de pensar nos meus pais fazendo isso comigo, eu automaticamente descartei. Não por causa da dor, mas por pura aversão a ser tecnicamente quem faz isso. No fundo, eu queria outra figura, uma maternal ou paterna. E eu nunca gostei da dor de outras pessoas ou fiquei feliz com isso, mas... No fundo, algo dentro de mim estava, hum... Animado? Não sexualmente falando. Não sei quando essa parte sexual de uma pessoa é ativada, mas nunca foi sexual, embora eu sentisse um certo formigamento perto da minha virilha, mas nunca tive vontade de me tocar ou algo assim. Com o tempo, comecei a gostar de histórias ou vídeos de palmadas simulando uma surra parental, fraternal ou de um professor, qualquer figura na hierarquia familiar ou posição que não envolva um parceiro romântico. Depois, descobri o termo spanker, que era o que eu sou: alguém com um desejo ou fetiche relacionado a surras. Alguns gostavam de assistir, outros gostavam de ser o disciplinador, havia aqueles que gostavam de apanhar também e outros que não lembro. Até que me deparei com um tópico sobre o porquê desse desejo poder ser ativado: o toque íntimo do disciplinador e do punido, além da atenção e de um certo "cuidado" por querer colocar aquela pessoa no suposto "caminho certo". Quando li "toque íntimo", eu já tinha me deparado com ABDL, mas não tinha me aprofundado muito nesse tópico nem tinha me concentrado muito nele. Mas o que o toque tem a ver com isso? Bem, eu sempre preferi ver e ler sobre palmadas no bumbum nu, como a mão do disciplinador despia o punido para envergonhá-lo e então tocava seu bumbum depois de começar a palmada. Certo, e o ABDL está relacionado a isso? O toque íntimo, a "posse" do corpo da pessoa e a remoção do seu pudor, não lhe lembra a troca de uma fralda? E então me aprofundei ainda mais no ABDL. Também me deparei com os termos Ageplay e Agere, consegui ver a diferença entre os dois e descartei Ageplay, adotando Agere. Deixar para trás as responsabilidades de adulta, retornar aos hábitos de infância e ser cuidada era um desejo que eu não tinha percebido que tinha até aquele momento. Fiquei surpreso por não ter percebido isso antes. Pois enquanto alguns amavam aniversários, outros não gostavam porque ficavam mais velhos e alguns até diziam que era "um ano a menos de vida". Pensei: "Mais um ano em que as pessoas vão parar de se importar e cuidar de mim." Afinal, durante a infância e a adolescência, você não é livre, você é dependente de alguém e as pessoas se importam com você. Mas e depois disso? Você tem que se defender sozinho nessa vida adulta assustadora. Outras coisas vieram de... Bem, gostar de constrangimento, claro, não com uma pessoa real, como ENF... E omorashi devido a ABDL. Scat era algo que eu não gostava, só relacionado a fraldas. Meu dicionário de desejos - digo desejos porque não os considero fetiches, embora eu me excite, mas nunca a ponto de querer fazer sexo ou me masturbar - cresceu. Mas nunca tentei procurar uma "mamãe" ou um "papai". Eu tentei usar fraldas. Minha menstruação sempre foi intensa, o que me fazia às vezes usar fraldas sem elas amarradas na cintura, mas em uma espécie de absorvente. Pensando que estavam completamente seguros, uma vez sentei na minha cama, tirei a calcinha e fiz xixi na fralda. Para meu espanto, vazou, mas felizmente - não sei como - não manchou minha cama, ou pelo menos minha mãe não mencionou. Minha mãe era outra história. Sempre fui desleixada, procrastinadora e preguiçosa. Muitas vezes eu tinha que ser lembrada de fazer coisas básicas como escovar os dentes ou tomar banho, e às vezes eu era forçada a fazê-las porque eu não queria. E quando se tratava de tarefas domésticas, ela nunca insistiu que eu a ajudasse, mas ela sempre me criticava sobre o estado do meu quarto e das roupas. Obviamente, o fato de ela não exigir mais de mim contribuiu para essas características das quais não me orgulho. E, obviamente, por isso, ela sempre acreditou que eu nunca alcançaria a independência, e ela era frequentemente superprotetora. Fiquei muito surpreso quando, depois de estudar muito e conseguir estudar biologia e botânica ao mesmo tempo, consegui uma bolsa para estudar na Holanda. No país onde eu morava, não era incomum que um adulto continuasse morando com os pais; eles geralmente só vão embora depois do casamento. E eu ainda morava com minha mãe - meus pais eram divorciados e eu não tinha um bom relacionamento com ele - então ela estava extremamente em negação sobre eu ir para outro país. Segundo ela, eu não sabia cuidar de mim e muito mais, mas eu era adulta e tinha a palavra final. Então, relutantemente, ela aceitou e tivemos uma despedida agridoce: uma boa oportunidade, mas eu estava deixando minha velha senhora com minha irmã mais velha. Mas é a vida, certo? Depois daquele incidente com as fraldas, só tive mais dois encontros com elas. Um encontro mais seguro: fraldas geriátricas, que roubei duas vezes da minha mãe, que tinha problemas de bexiga, mas, felizmente, ela conseguiu melhorar. Eu me senti culpada por usá-los, pois eram caros e ela os tinha ganhado da minha tia, mas minha mãe tinha muitos, então minha empolgação voltou rapidamente. Decidi ir ao banheiro, o trauma do vazamento me assombrava... Se eu fizesse bagunça no banheiro, seria mais fácil de limpar. Tentei ficar em pé, agachar e nada. Mesmo com a bexiga cheia, nada saiu. Então sentei no vaso sanitário e finalmente saiu. Não esvaziei tudo, com medo de transbordar, mas foi bom finalmente sentir o calor do recheio. Mas eu ainda estava frustrada por não conseguir usar a fralda sem ter que ir ao banheiro. A segunda vez, quando os problemas de bexiga da minha mãe retornaram, já fazia um tempo. E eu tinha começado um hábito nada saudável de encher minha bexiga com água e ler histórias ABDL com a bexiga cheia. Isso gradualmente me levou a não ter mais minha bexiga de aço e a conseguir segurá-la muito bem quando eu estava prestes a fazer xixi. Assim, tive alguns vazamentos na minha cueca, não a ponto de sujar minhas calças, mas a ponto de me deixar um pouco assustada. E com isso, mesmo em pé, ficou mais fácil ir ao banheiro, mas o medo persistente da primeira vez me fez sentar no vaso novamente e evacuar. Isso, claro, foi no meu país de origem. Quando cheguei na Holanda - ou Países Baixos, como é chamado agora - e tive que enfrentar a difícil adaptação, consegui uma pequena cabana - com a ajuda da bolsa - em uma vila perto do jardim botânico onde eu estava estudando e trabalhando. Então pesquisei em fóruns as melhores fraldas e pull-ups para pessoas como eu, e dicas sobre como trocá-las, e usei ambas com moderação. O estágio foi bom, a barreira da língua foi um obstáculo que consegui superar bem, visto que sou extremamente introvertida, tímida e antissocial, ou seja: se eu não falo e interajo com muitas pessoas, não tenho problemas. Às vezes também gosto de brincar comigo mesmo, dizendo que eu era como um bebê tentando aprender a falar minha língua pela primeira vez. Mas nem tudo eram flores, ironicamente para um botânico. Minha chefe, neta do atual administrador do jardim botânico, foi extremamente desagradável comigo. Sempre me supervisionando, me criticando, fazendo piadas incômodas e exigindo muito mais do que meu estágio exigia. Eu estava agora no herbário, analisando uma Belladonna, quando senti uma presença. Suspirei, pensando que era Wilhelmina, mas na verdade era Benjamin, outro estrangeiro que também ganhou uma bolsa de estudos como eu. Virei-me e sorri para ele, ainda tímida, mesmo sendo amigas. Quer dizer... Colegas, já que amigos é uma palavra forte, mas ele sempre tentou superar essa barreira e construir uma amizade comigo. Eu não tinha objeções, mas minha ansiedade social e transtorno bipolar diagnosticado me impediram. Meu humor era volátil e eu era péssimo em interagir com outras pessoas. "Ei Jane, que tal um filme depois do estágio?" Ele perguntou, se aproximando. "Bem... Eu... Hum... Talvez, e..." "Ela não pode." A frase foi dita, e nos voltamos para quem a disse. Catarina Ela se aproximou de nós com sua aura dominante, deixando Ben, o híbrido de urso marrom, desconfortável, tendo que dar passos para trás e ajustar sua postura. Eu apenas desviei o olhar... "Ela estará ocupada. Dei a ela um trabalho para pesquisar e isso levará muito tempo", ela disse. Mas era mentira! Ela não me deu nada. Benjamin assentiu e, com uma despedida cordial, saiu. As palavras saíram da minha boca antes que eu pudesse pensar duas vezes. "Você não me deu trabalho nenhum." Ela se aproximou lentamente, como uma leoa prestes a atacar sua presa. E era extremamente irônico, considerando que ela realmente é uma híbrida de leoa, com suas orelhas e cauda longas. Ela me cercou e minhas orelhas de corça abaixaram em um ato inconsciente de medo. Ela tinha cabelos loiros quase vermelhos, olhos verdes avelã e era alta... Talvez uns 1,70 m? Um rosto retangular, sobrancelhas bem definidas e uma estrutura corporal um pouco gordinha - adjetivo que não vejo como pejorativo - como a Monica Geller de "Friends" quando era adolescente, só que mais magra. E coincidentemente, ela parecia um pouco com a atriz que interpretava essa personagem, e uma mistura de outra atriz que era Sarah Paulson. Ela parou na minha frente e disse casualmente: "Eu sei o que faço. Ele tiraria vantagem de você, como todos os homens." Fiquei confuso. Desde quando ela se importa comigo? E o mais importante: o que ela tem a ver com isso? "Mas eu posso cuidar de mim mesma... E... E..." Eu queria dizer que essa era minha decisão, mas não conseguia falar. Me assustando um pouco, ela me levantou pela cintura e me colocou em cima da mesa. Por um momento, pensei que ela fosse me beijar, afinal, já vi cenas assim em filmes românticos. Mas ela não o fez. "Não. Você não sabe. Você é como uma criança, totalmente desleixada e desajeitada." Se ela não tivesse me comparado a uma criança, o que fez meu lado Agere gritar internamente, eu teria ficado extremamente ofendido, mesmo sabendo que tecnicamente ela tinha razão. "Eu sei o que estou fazendo. Eu sou seu chefe e digo não. Você não irá." "Sua posição na hierarquia não se estende além do estágio." Eu disse, reunindo coragem. E ela riu levemente. "Mas eu posso fazer da sua vida um inferno aqui dentro, está me ouvindo? Se você sair com ele ou com outros, eu vou saber." E então ela foi embora, me fazendo finalmente respirar melhor sem sentir aquela tensão. O pior é que ela estava certa... Ela saberia. Infelizmente, ela morava na mesma vila que eu, em uma cabana muito melhor que a minha, com um terceiro andar que ela usa para observar as estrelas tarde da noite. E se eu chegasse atrasado, ela saberia o que eu fiz, porque o caminho para minha casa passava pela casa dela. Deixei escapar um pouco de xixi da minha calcinha, que escondi bem bem. Ela parecia uma mãe repreendendo e estabelecendo regras para seu filho pequeno. Uma mãe. Ah, merda... Controle-se, Jane!

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.

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

Hi there! I'm Oli, a 38-year-old fun-loving little at heart most of the time. I live in Essex, England, but I'm open to long-distance relationships while ultimately seeking a long-term local connection. Being little allows me to feel cozy, snuggly, and filled with wonder. My little side developed as a way to cope with the trauma from fostering and adoption, as well as growing up with a disability. Due to countless operations, speech therapy, and physiotherapy, I wasn't able to fully enjoy infancy and childhood. Regression became my way of reclaiming those experiences and finding comfort. My journey began with mild cerebral palsy, and through adoption, I found my forever family. From a young age, I discovered solace in nurturing care, vivid imagination, and the comfort of nappies. My Little Side: Nappies are an essential part of my little space, providing both comfort and security. While I'm not wearing them full-time at the moment, it's something I'd like to do to help me cope with stress, anxiety, and overstimulation from adult life. Ideally, I'd love to find a caregiver who understands this need and supports my journey towards full-time nappy wear as a way to manage overwhelming feelings and stay grounded. Adult Life: While I deeply enjoy my little space, I'm also a responsible adult with a successful IT career. I maintain a good work-life balance and can engage in mature, intellectual conversations. When feeling big, I embrace my enthusiastic geeky side, diving into games like Baldur's Gate 3 and Final Fantasy VII. I'm fortunate to have traveled to amazing places like Thailand, St. Lucia, Jamaica, Antigua, Cancun, Maldives, Greece, and Walt Disney World in Florida (twice!). These magical adventures have given me a treasure trove of memories. Music is a big part of my life too. I love rocking out to different genres – from blink 182, The Offspring, Iron Maiden, Linkin Park, Editors, The National to Mumford and Sons, and many more. Indie, Rock, and Metal are probably my favorites. When I have time, I also enjoy working out and keeping in shape at the gym. Relationship Needs: I'm seeking a nurturing Mummy who can provide the care, structure, and babyhood I crave. While I understand it may not be immediately feasible or realistic, I dream of having a cozy nursery where I can be kept babied daily by someone serious about this lifestyle. I recognize this is an ambitious goal, but it represents my ideal scenario. In the meantime, I cherish more attainable aspects of caregiving like cuddling, bottle feeds, bathtime routines, and bedtime stories. I'm open to discussing and finding a balance that works for both me and my caregiver, understanding that compromise may be necessary. What I Offer as a Partner: As a partner, I'm attentive, affectionate, and emotionally supportive. I'm a good listener and always strive to bring joy and playfulness to our relationship. I'm tidy, responsible, and capable of supporting you emotionally when needed. Boundaries and Communication: While I enjoy deep regression, I have clear boundaries and am always able to communicate my needs and limits. I'm open about my desires and expectations, and I value honest, clear communication in relationships. Interests: I get excited about dinosaurs, space, Marvel, gaming, sci-fi, and all things fantastical! I enjoy watching colorful shows, coloring, and playing pretend. If you're a nurturing caregiver interested in a committed, loving relationship with a little, I'd love to connect. Please reach out through one of my profiles to start a conversation: https://www.tumblr.com/dippersaurus https://fetlife.com/users/11814312 https://t.me/DailyCrinkles

(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.) 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 a 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.