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Hello, this is the first story I've written and I want to share it with you. I would appreciate your feedback, comments, and any thoughts related to the story. English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for any possible translation errors. CHAPTER 1 Senni wakes quickly from a hazy dream, her body already on high alert before her brain can update the information on the time and place. The sheet is wet. For a brief moment, she convinces herself it could be sweat, but unfortunately, that's not the case. The girl carefully spreads her legs and senses from the skin of her thighs that the puddle is big. Really big. Her heart is beating wildly. Senni carefully lifts the blanket and scans the dark stain on the sheet with her eyes. The cotton panties are glued tightly to her skin; the feeling is uncomfortable and humiliating. Senni has wet the bed. The second time in a week. Her breathing becomes shallow, a small, helpless wheeze. The frightened girl glances anxiously around; she knows all too well that she shares the room with seven other women. In the dimness of the group accommodation, only intermittent snoring from the opposite bed and the vibration of a phone in someone's locker can be heard. No one seems to have woken up. Senni carefully slides down from the bottom bunk of the bunk bed, mindful of every movement. The wet pants feel cold and clammy against her skin. The girl hurriedly gathers the sheets into her arms, pressing them tightly against her chest as if she could hide them from the world that way. The spare underwear is in its usual place under the pillow; Senni grabs them and tiptoes to the bathroom. The cold floor feels like a dangerous minefield under her bare feet. Senni locks the bathroom door, throws the bundle of sheets on the floor, sits on the toilet with her pants still on, and lets her face press into her cold palms for a moment. She manages to wallow in a wave of despair for about ten seconds but then gets up decisively and takes off her wet pants, feeling deep self-loathing. After that, Senni washes her lower body with the handheld shower, dries herself thoroughly, and puts on the black panties and running shorts. The laundry room is empty. Of course it is; it's about 6:30 AM, only night owls do laundry at that time. Senni stuffs the sheets and pants into the washing -machine, measures out a full capful of detergent, and starts the program with trembling hands. Only at this point does the girl dare to take a deep breath, but even that feels heavy and oppressive. Senni fetches fresh sheets from the self-service storage and returns to her room as quietly as possible. The mattress is damp; Senni sprays some perfume on it and hopes no one will smell urine. This is the cheapest group accommodation in Helsinki, where the hygiene level is generally a bit hit-or-miss, so being discovered because of the smell doesn't seem likely. There's only a small drop of perfume left in the bottle; such a luxury is far too expensive for the penniless Senni, and now it's being used to cover up nocturnal accidents. Senni sits on the edge of the bed and buries her head deep between her knees. Shame wraps around the girl like a heavy, suffocating blanket. She is 19 years old, not a child anymore. Yet here she sits, covering her tracks like a helpless little girl. Senni doesn't understand why this had to start again. Well, actually, she does understand. Her parents' difficult divorce, endless arguments, and the role of the family's only child as the final dumping ground for two people's distress. Her mother's venom words, her father's quick-tempered rages—it was all dumped on her. Finally, Senni had had enough, packed her backpack, and left. The first two nights in Helsinki she spent on a park bench, used her meager savings on food, and focused solely on surviving. Then came a couple of cleaning gigs found through Facebook, and just enough money from them to get a bed for a couple of nights in a cheap group accommodation. From then on, Senni's life has moved in cycles of a couple of days: she cleans and helps people with various household and yard tasks, and with the money she earns, she buys two or three more nights in her new sanctuary. The rootlessness sometimes feels crushing, sometimes liberating. Fortunately, Senni isn't completely alone. Sharing the room are Iida and Eveliina, two young women who have just started their studies and both dream of their first own home. However, the housing situation in the city is challenging enough that securing even a small rental apartment can take until late autumn. These two freshmen have decided to spend their first weeks of school in an affordable group accommodation, where they quickly got to know the fun and tough-skinned Senni. This small group of friends is Senni's lifeline; the company of Iida and Eveliina brings joy and a sense of security to the girl's life, which are otherwise vanishingly rare commodities in her internal world. During the day, Senni does a small window-cleaning job, walks a couple of kilometers around the city, and then returns to the group accommodation to cook noodles. Spicy food can trick the stomach into feeling like it's eaten more than the wallet actually allows. For dessert, Senni enjoys a glass of cold water; she shares a packet of biscuits with her friends, but the girl knows she has already eaten her share—and a bit extra. Senni moves from the kitchen to the common room and sits on the sofa next to Eveliina, who is reading a textbook. Soon Iida joins them, hopping nimbly onto the sofa over the armrest and tossing her blonde hair. "I just realized I don't even know how to cook porridge," Iida announces dramatically, then pulls an overpriced protein bar wrapped in colorful packaging from her pocket. "And I noticed that Senni has eaten all the biscuits," Eveliina announces in a playfully murderous tone, but there's something genuinely sharp in her words. "Hey, I left one for you," Senni defends herself. "Yeah. One crumb," Eveliina snorts and then heads to the dormitory with her laptop, an online lecture is about to start. The room falls quiet; Senni is now sitting there alone with Iida. Senni senses her new friend immediately becoming tense, even anxious. Iida turns her gaze away for a moment, as if gathering courage, and then says expressionlessly: "I know you wet the bed." Senni's face flushes bright red. She opens her mouth, tries to say something, but not even a squeak comes out. Iida is also silent. She places her hand on top of Senni's for a moment and looks her in the eyes; her gaze is soft and warm. After that, Iida gets up, joins Eveliina in the dormitory, and leaves Senni in the empty space. Senni is left listening to the familiar background noises of the group accommodation: the clatter of dishes from the kitchen, the sound of the corridor door opening and closing. She clenches her hands together. Why did it start again? Senni feels small once more. CHAPTER 2 The next morning, Senni scrolls through job openings, a small spark of hope in her chest, even though the main purpose is really just to kill time. Outside, it's pouring rain, and a runaway living hand-to-mouth naturally has no chance of enjoying any paid indoor activities on a rainy day. The previous night had been dry. Of course it was; Senni had only wet the bed twice in the last five years. She's not a real bedwetter by any means. Senni's steady gaze stops when, against all odds, a job that looks genuinely interesting appears on her phone screen: a small marketing agency is looking for a digital marketing intern. The job involves social media updates, website maintenance, and content creation – all things Senni had secretly dreamed of but never dared to imagine doing for a living. Senni had never been a bookworm, her academic success had been very average, but she'd always had plenty of imagination and lively ideas. Plus, the girl had developed and maintained the rudimentary website for her hobby group, so she'd gained some technical skills too. A cautious smile rises to Senni's face; this job might actually suit her. The pay wouldn't be much, but it would be enough for Senni to leave the dormitory behind and get a small rented apartment. The girl stares at the screen for a long time; uncertainty mixes with excitement like a dye tablet dropped into a glass of water. Senni tries to push away the discouraging thoughts, but the "you're not cut out for that" taunts echo faintly, even behind her defenses. Iida suddenly snatches the phone from Senni's hand and reads the ad out loud to Eveliina. The latter immediately says she knows people in the field and states confidently that in marketing, jobs go to those who know how to brand themselves and stand out in interviews. A long CV is by no means a requirement; it can actually even be a burden. Senni tries to argue, but her friends' enthusiasm eventually rubs off on her too. The trio commandeers a round table in the corner of the common area, and finally, Senni writes the application on Eveliina's laptop under her friends' watchful eyes. The friends give a few good suggestions for improvement, although Senni's text is already very high quality and pleasant to read. They also film a fun 30-second mock interview of Senni and attach the video to the application right away. Senni's hands tremble as she presses the Send button, even though she has nothing to lose. "Now we're definitely buying you ice cream, we're so proud of you," Iida announces, beaming with joy; she seems genuinely happy for her friend. "Can I have a lollipop instead?" Senni suggests cautiously. "Fine" **** The next day at 12:04, an interview invitation pings into Senni's inbox. The girl stares at the message open-mouthed; the whole world blurs around her for a moment. She smiles nervously; a furious whirlwind immediately forms in her bloodstream. She has 22 hours until the interview; it's a lot, way too much. The wait dominates the day; Senni paces restlessly around the accommodation, goes outside every hour, and goes over the same things with her friends again and again. Food has no taste, her thoughts are scattered, and she can't fall asleep before three in the morning. Senni sees it over and over in her mind: how she stammers her way out of the room, how the interviewers roll their eyes in bewilderment and put her name on a blacklist. Finally, however, biology wins, and Senni falls through a misty veil of sleep. She sleeps for almost five hours; the bed is dry in the morning. After breakfast, Iida takes charge. She spreads her prized light-gray jeans and a light pink silk blouse on the bed and asks Senni to wear them for the interview. Senni gratefully accepts the borrowed clothes; her own clothes are quite plain, and not all the clothes stuffed into her backpack are even completely intact. Now, her own reflection makes Senni startle; the girl is surprised herself at how stylish and impressive she looks in the branded clothes. Meanwhile, Eveliina scrolls through typical job interview questions online and fires them at Senni in a sharp voice. Senni answers most of them knowledgeably, but gets clearly flustered a few times, whereupon she abruptly cuts off a sentence she's just started and laughs nervously. Her friends praise Senni every time she succeeds. She is by no means a finished package, but she is very genuine and cute. For a moment, even Senni dares to imagine that this might actually work out. But time flies. Senni glances at the clock and gets a fright: suddenly she only has 20 minutes left. The girl dashes out the hostel door at a frantic pace, her hair half-brushed, her shoelaces hastily tied. The September morning is chilly, the still air full of exhaust fumes and the moisture left by the rain. Senni's lungs burn as she runs across the street to the bus. Her heart is pounding harder than in any workout ever, not just from the physical exertion but also from the fear of being late. When Senni finally reaches the lobby of the slightly sleepy-looking office building, she notices a new problem: she desperately needs to pee. Senni had left for the interview in such a hurry that she forgot to even use the bathroom. The girl realizes, however, that she drank a large cup of coffee, and after that a couple of glasses of water to keep her breath from smelling like coffee. She needs to get to a toilet immediately. Senni's anxious gaze finds the restroom sign at the end of the corridor; she strides forward like a hurdler but realizes in horror that the only toilet is occupied. Senni squeezes her thighs together and leans against the wall for a moment. She closes her eyes and tries to breathe calmly. She could probably hold it for half an hour; after the interview, she could even squat in a nearby bush. Senni hears her name being called. She has to go, even though she feels like she might pee with every step. Senni isn't at all sure if her holding capacity would last until the end of the interview.

Haiii!!! I'm Stacey, 18 and I'm looking for a mommy who I could be little with! My little age ranges from 2-3 maybe 4 at the highest, I love cutesy things, the color pink, horsies etc! I'd love to meet a mommy who is soft, kind, and caring and who might be okay being in an ANR in the future! A little about little me! I am clingy, and really really emotional and vulnerable. My little age is around 2-4 and I prefer to be nonverbal. I love cuddling and hugging and anything super comfy and soft like stuffies or blankets! If there is anything my little side would want, it would be being able to be held and told that everything will be okay. I love bedtime stories and having a bedtime routine of sorts! Expect little me to playfully disobey, I like being put in my place every now and then! I also love being called pet names or nicknames! Expect a lot of spelling mistakes as well, I normally struggle with spelling! A bit about big me! I am extremely introverted and can be really shy and nervous. I love soft and cutesy things and coquette fashion. I love drawing and playing guitar, artsy things are my passion!! I'm just a little princess trying to find her mommy!

Little Lucy was having a bad day. She was now under Daddy's care 24/7 and she was a bad girl this morning and threw a tantrum because Daddy wouldn't let her use the Big girl potty. Daddy explained to her that babygirls wear their potty and make all their messes in their diaper but Lucy wasn't having it. Daddy finally put Lucy over his knee and began to spank her until her bottom was fire engine red. Mr John next door heard Lucy's tantrum and screams and knocked on Daddy's door and brought Cow with him. Cow was Mr John's sub and knelt at Mr John's feet as soon as he entered and sat down. Daddy explained to Mr John that he was teaching Lucy she wears her potty from now on. Mr John told Lucy, "Your Daddy must care about you very much to take all this time to teach you your place. Little babygirls always wear their potties so they don't have to think and Daddy can take better care of them. Be a good girl and make your stinkies in that nice thirsty diaper Daddy put you in now." Daddy had opened a clean diaper and laid Lucy on it for her spanking because Daddy knows Lucy can't control her peepees; especially during a spanking and Daddy didn't want to get wet. Lucy was utterly humiliated as Daddy continued to spank her hard in front of Mr John and Cow. Finally, Daddy stopped and asked Mr John to go to the fridge and bring him two huge ice cold suppositories so he can insert them into Lucy's bottom so she will learn her place and be forced to mess her diaper while everyone watched. Lucy just continued to cry hysterically. Mr John returned and Lucy hissed as Daddy pushed the ice cold bullets up her aching bottom and then strapped her diaper on extra tight. Normally, Daddy has Lucy stand in the corner but Mr John suggested Daddy cuddle Lucy and allow Cow to nurse her while he rocked her. Cow also wears diapers and is only permitted cummies in her diaper when she is nursing. Mr John lends Cow out to the community as a wet nurse for babygirls. Daddy agreed to Mr John's offer, but Mr John then handed Daddy a glove and something called " tingle cream" and told Daddy to rub it on Lucy's baby clitty while she nursed so she would experience pleasure as she made her messes. Mr John said it made babygirls more compliant with their new way of life and all of the rules Daddy would have for her. Daddy thanked Mr John for the cream and pushed his gloved hand well coated with tingle cream down her diaper and began to rub Lucy's baby clitty as her mouth found Cow's udder and began to suckle. When Cow was being milked by Lucy, Mr John pulled the back of Cow's diaper down and pressed his cock inside Cow's bottom. Cow jumped slightly and then moaned as Mr John began a slow pounding into Cow. By this time, the tingle cream was exciting Lucy but she was overwhelmed with the feeling to make poopies. Mr John noticed at once and told Lucy, " Go ahead and be a good babygirl and push all those ickies into your diaper so you can be a good girl again for Daddy and learn your place." Lucy began to cry and moan at the same time as she was nursing but also felt a strong orgasm begin to build with Daddy's touches to her baby clitty while she sucked on Cow's udder. Mr John had Cow switch udders and Cow again moaned loudly as Mr John increased his pounding. Cow asked for permission to make cummies, but Mr John denied her and told her she couldn't come until Lucy made her stinkies in her diaper. At this proclamation, Daddy increased the pressure on Lucy's clitty and told her she needed to be a good baby girl and make her poopies in front of everyone to thank cow for her milk. Lucy began to cry and then moaned when daddy put 2 gloved fingers up into her princess parts. Little Lucy was taken by surprise and before she could react, her body betrayed her and she let loose a huge load of stinky poppies into her diaper. Mr John and Daddy both told her she was a good girl and Mr John pounded hard into Cow's bottom one last time and released his load. Then, he pulled cow's pigtails hard and ordered her to make her cummies in her diaper as a reward for being such a good milking cow. Cow screamed her release as Little Lucy suckled hard on one udder and squeezed the other in her hand. Once the stinkies were released from her bowels, Daddy continued his massage of Lucy's princess parts and Lucy squirmed and yelled out her release. Lucy then collapsed in Daddy's arms, her mouth releasing cow's udder and dozed off. Mr John told Daddy to put Lucy in her crib and let her sleep in her mess so she would learn her place and get used to her new life. Daddy agreed and put plastic panties on Lucy to contain her mess and keep her crib clean. Daddy then fastened her penis pacifier into Lucy's mouth and secured it behind a head. Daddy is a patient Daddy and Lucy will suckle Daddy's lollipop in her wet messy diaper when she wakes from her nap before she gets a change. Daddy then asked Mr John if Cow can visit every morning until Lucy accepted her new life and was able to make poopies in her diaper without tantrums. Mr John agreed and said, "What are good country neighbors for, if they can't share their milking cows." The end to me She needed to be a good baby girl and make her poopies in front of everyone to thank cow for her milking in her tummy. Lucy began to cry and then moaned when daddy put 2 gloved fingers up into her princess parts. Little Lucy was taken by surprise and before she could react, her body betrayed her and she let loose a huge load of stinky poppies into her diaper. Mr John and Daddy both told her she was a good girl and Mr John pounded hard into Cow one last time and released his load high up in Cows bottom. Then, he pulled cows pigtails hard and ordered her to make her cummies in her diaper as a reward for being such a good milking cow. Cow screamed her release as Little Lucy buckled hard on one under and squeezed the other in her hand. Once the pickles were released from her bowels Daddy continue his massage of Lucy's princess parts and Lucy squirmed and yelled out her release. Lucy then collapsed in daddy's arms, her mouth releasing cows udder and dozed off. Mr John told Daddy to put Lucy in her crib and let her sleep in her mess so she would learn her place and get used to her new life. Daddy agreed and put plastic panties on Lucy to contain her mess and keep her crib clean. Daddy then fastened her penis pacifier into Lucy's mouth and secured it behind a head. Daddy is a patient Daddy and Lucy will buckle Daddy's lollipop in her wet messy diaper before she got a change. Daddy then asked Mr John if Cow can visit every morning until Lucy accepted her new life and was able to make poppies in her diaper without tantrums. Mr John agreed and said, "What are good county neighbors for, if they can't share their milking cows." The end

Hi guys, If you want to read this full story and more ABDL content, check out my Subscribestar. All of my stories are being uploaded there, plus a lot of new content, including in-progress content like Adopted by a Family, Diapered Senpai, and Heather's New Baby. Check out my Subscribestar: https://subscribestar.adult/thelittlewriter/collections Too Good to Be True (Regressed & Diapered by the Landlady) Hi guys, This is a gender-bender version of the classic Room & Board. It's basically a similar setting and situation, although the escalation differs a lot by the end. Hope you like it. Chapter One — Room & Board It had seemed too good to be true. The rent was affordable, the house was within walking distance from campus, and the room itself was clean and already furnished. Anne knew there had to be a catch—there always was—but after a month of rejections and price-gouged listings on the student housing app, she was willing to overlook a few quirks. The only real downside? It was just a room in someone’s house. Not an apartment, not a basement unit. Just a bedroom in a two-story home owned by a woman named Mrs. Owens, who must’ve been in her fifties, though she didn’t look a day past forty-five. There was something slightly off about her from the beginning, though. Nothing Anne could point to exactly—she was polite, well-spoken, and even a little charming in a Midwest-motherly kind of way—but the way she talked to Anne bordered on condescending. Near the end of their first meeting, Mrs. Owens had glanced up from the lease and asked, completely deadpan, “You don’t wet the bed, do you?” “Excuse me?” Asked Anne, taken aback. “Bedwetting,” she repeated, as though it were any other line-item concern. “Some of my past tenants have had... issues. And I don’t rent to anyone with that problem. It’s non-negotiable.” Anne had stammered a firm “No,” trying not to let the weirdness of the question rattle her. Mrs. Owens had nodded and pointed out the clause in the lease as if she expected Anne to change her answer. But Anne had never had a problem like that in her life. Weird clause aside, the room was a steal—and in this town, that meant something. The university had over-enrolled, dorms were packed, and off-campus housing was fiercely competitive. So she signed the lease, thanked Mrs. Owens for her hospitality, and tried to convince herself that it would be a perfectly normal arrangement. At first, it was. The house was quiet. Mrs. Owens kept to herself most of the time. Anne had class in the mornings, study sessions in the library in the evenings, and nights to herself. Meals weren’t included, but the kitchen was fully stocked and Anne was welcome to use it. She agreed to help with a few weekly chores in exchange for a rent discount. The plastic mattress protector was a little odd, but she shrugged it off. Probably one of the bedwetting tenants had to use it before. Anne agreed to leave it on the bed for the first month just in case, but she knew she wouldn't need it. That assumption, however, didn’t hold up for long. Two weeks in, after a night of hard partying and too many Jell-O shots, Anne woke up groggy, head pounding, and mouth dry. Her sheets were tangled around her legs. Her pillow felt like sandpaper. She squinted against the morning light bleeding through the curtains and rolled over—only to stop dead. The sheets were damp. Her stomach dropped. She threw back the covers and stared in horror at the large, unmistakable stain beneath her. The scent confirmed it: she’d wet the bed. “Oh my god,” she whispered, pressing a palm against her forehead. Her memories of the night before were fuzzy. She remembered dancing, laughing, beer pong with a few friends she had made, and then…then stumbling home past midnight and crashing face-first onto the mattress without even brushing her teeth. But this? She had been drunk before, and she had never had a problem like this. She peeled herself out of bed, frantically pulling the sheet loose and bundling it up, trying to minimize the damage. Maybe the mattress protector had held. Maybe— The sound of footsteps in the hallway made her freeze. “Anne?” Mrs. Owens’s voice was muffled but close. “Are you decent?” Before she could respond, the door creaked open. Anne stood there, stunned, still holding the balled-up sheet in her arms like a guilty kid caught red-handed. Mrs. Owens took one look at her, then at the bundle, and then at the bed. “I thought you said you didn’t wet the bed.” Anne flushed. “I don’t. I mean—I didn’t. It was just last night, I drank too much, and I guess I—” Mrs. Owens walked over briskly and peeled back the remaining bedding to inspect the plastic cover underneath. “At least this held,” she muttered, running a hand across the surface. Then she turned to Anne. “Do you know how expensive a mattress is?” “I’m really sorry,” Anne mumbled. She felt queasy, embarrassed, and still mildly hungover. “Well, that explains the headache and the mess. You’re not the first freshman who partied too hard and woke up to a puddle. But I warned you. It’s in the lease.” Anne’s stomach clenched. “Please—I’ll clean everything, I swear. It won’t happen again.” “That’s what they all say.” Anne looked up, panic rising. Mrs. Owens gave her a long, assessing look. Then, with a slight sigh, her tone softened—just a little. “I’ll give you a choice.” “I’ll do anything…” “You can pack your things and be out today. I’ll give you a neutral reference, but I won’t lie if someone asks why you left the house. And I’m guessing it’ll be hard to find anything mid-semester without a good reference.” Anne’s throat tightened. “Or,” Mrs. Owens said, “You can stay. But if you do, we’re doing things my way.” Anne didn’t like the sound of that. “What do I have to do?” “The way I handled it with my girls when they were young. When accidents occurred, they wore protection. Just at night. It was simple. Effective. And the bed stayed dry.” Anne stared at her. “You mean…” Her voice faltered. “You want me to wear diapers?” “Just while you sleep. No one else has to know. But if you want to stay in this house, I need to know the bed is protected. This isn’t negotiable.” Anne’s cheeks burned. She hated how logical the woman made it sound. She hated that she didn’t have a better solution. But it was clear she was in the wrong. “And how long would I have to…?” “Every night for a week. If you keep them dry, then we can transition back to big girl panties,” she paused. “But one single accident and it will be diapers until the lease is up or you decide to leave.” She turned to leave. “Come see me when you’re ready for bed tonight. We’ll get you set up.” Anne stood frozen, her arms still wrapped around the damp sheet. Her mind whirled. Diapers. She hadn’t worn one since she was a toddler. But what choice did she have? Most of the day, she’d managed to push the whole thing to the back of her mind. After throwing the sheets in the washer and scrubbing the mattress cover twice over, Anne had gone out for coffee, caught up on notes in the library, and even met a classmate for an early dinner. She had been so caught up in her responsibilities and social life that she completely forgot about Mrs. Owens. But the woman had not forgotten about her. That night, Mrs. Owens crept into her room like a ninja. “Almost forgot our arrangement, didn’t you?” she said, with a smile on her face. “Come on now. Let’s get you ready for the night.” Anne followed Mrs. Owens down the hall in awkward silence, heart thudding as they reached the linen closet at the end. The older woman opened it without a word and pulled out a folded white rectangle from the top shelf—a disposable diaper, thick and crinkly. Anne couldn’t take her eyes off it. It looked absurd in her hands. Too big for a child. Mrs. Owens turned and handed it to her without ceremony. “There’s powder and wipes in the upstairs bathroom,” she said. “I suggest you use both.” Anne nodded, face burning. She took the diaper as if it were radioactive and scurried into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. For a few seconds, she just stood there, staring at herself in the mirror. Her reflection looked back at her—twenty years old, honor student, newly independent—and now, apparently, about to put herself in a diaper because she’d wet the bed once. One drunken accident, and suddenly she was being treated like a child. She set the diaper on the counter and began to undress. Once she was naked, she opened the diaper. The padding felt soft and thick. There were tapes—two on each side—but she couldn’t figure out the angle until she lay back on the bath mat and awkwardly pulled the front panel up between her legs. The tapes barely stuck at first, and she had to redo them twice. Eventually, she managed to get it right. Standing up, she looked in the mirror again. The thick bulk between her legs was impossible to ignore. She felt ridiculous. Infantile. But it was only one week. There was no way she would wet the bed again. She padded back into the hallway, arms crossed over her chest. Mrs. Owens was already waiting in her nightgown, holding something else in her hand. “What’s that?” Anne asked hesitantly. Mrs. Owens lifted the item. “Plastic pants. Just for added protection. Sit down and I’ll help you with them.” Anne opened her mouth to protest, but couldn’t find the words. She sat on the edge of the couch as the older woman gently guided her feet through the leg holes and pulled the waterproof layer up over her diaper. “There we go. All set.” Anne stared straight ahead, her cheeks burning. She could feel the elastic gripping her thighs, the snug press of padding under her sweatpants. Mrs. Owens gave her a satisfied nod. “Sleep well, dear. You’ve got nothing to worry about now.” Anne didn’t respond. She just nodded mutely and shuffled back to her room, the soft crinkle of plastic trailing behind her with every step. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hi guys, here's one of my latest stories. 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