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Hey guys/ littles and daddies, I am in a hard spot and needing help with diapers as I can’t afford and need them, I wear a size medium and am willing to arrange things for diapers if need be. I live in KY where it’s very homophobic, and I suffer from Autism, PTSD, ADHD, severe depression, severe mood disorder. It’s so embarrassing to have to ask for help and write this as I have been off work for 2 years and am waiting for disability. Please DM me or email me with any concerns or responses…. Much love and stay padded my friends

Dear Readers of E. Leet Weekly, I'm having some issues with my new husband, and I was hoping some of you may have had similar experiences and could share solutions. Overall, my husband and I have had two issues. One concerns his performance in our household, the other his lack there of in our bed. Both, together, point to a larger issue: my calm, logical, rational thinking vs his spoiled, immature, bratty emotional "thinking." About six months ago, I got married. It was a sort of marriage many of you are probably familiar with- one arranged based on wealth and status, rather then affection, or even having met before. He was the youngest child and only son of a new money family, and I am from a family with a dozen generations of titles and history, recently widowed from another arranged marriage to a husband with even more. For them, the marriage gave their family titles and social status they would never get otherwise. For me, it meant I had some company in my old age, and they had plenty of assets I had experience in growing. Together, it left us one of the richest and most powerful families around. That left just one, less relevant issue, to figure out- the husband itself. All I knew was his name, Toby, and that he was the youngest of his family. That should have been warning enough- what kind of name is "Toby?" Imagine my disappointment when I saw him on the wedding day. A 'man", if you could call him that, barely in his twenties. I could tell right away the sort. Immature, weak, with a soft, whimpering chin, likely dominated his entire life by the powerful older women around him, and still reliant on his parents unable to make his own decisions. I guessed, rightfully as I later confirmed, that he was still being spanked for misbehavior to that day, and in fact it took a good spanking to encourage him along the way. Still, I could make due. He couldn't make decisions on his own, but he didn't need to with me there, and if that meant he would go straight from over his mother's lap to my own, then at least he'd be used to the sensation. The problem, as is often the case, concerns the difference between expectation and reality. Apparently, this whimpering, silly little boy expected to be treated as the man of the house. I quickly showed him he wasn't even the "man" of our relationship. I still remember his face in his first lesson. It was a sight to behold... almost as much a sight as his red bottom! Once I took over all his accounts and wealth, I set about investing and purchasing as I saw fit. This did not sit well with Toby. Apparently, he thought this would be HIS job, despite my FAR greater experience and ability. After he realized I was making decisions without his input, he came in to discuss it with me. "Discuss" we did, if you could call his throwing a temper tantrum as I calmly explained that his input wasn't needed, his part was complete when he gave me his wealth and his sisters and mother got a name they could attend parties with, and he should obey me. I told him he could sign his name next to mine, even take credit in public, but it would be my choices. He continued whining as I rational explained this, until i decided that if rationality wasn't getting through his thick, adorable little head, I could try it through another path. I nodded along to his whining, then with one swift motion, grabbed his wrist, undid his pants, and pulled him over my lap. He was too shocked to respond at first, perhaps guessing it was some kind of sex game (more on THAT topic later), but when the first spank fell on his upturned bottom, the reality of the situation hit as hard as the spanking he was about to receive. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Many readers here will recognize the good, sure effect of a spanking for their misbehaved husbands. I really wonder what worked better for my husband's mentality. The pain, or the embarrassment of my having to punish him as if he was a child, with members of our staff watching on top of it! He probably thought he was above them, so having them see him get spanked, knowing if anything THEY were all respected workers above such treatment and merely laughed at his naked bottom, did wonders for his mentality. Oh, sure, he struggled. He whined, cried, called for the staff to help him, kicked, punched... all for naught. He may have thought that as a "man" he could overpower me, but a lifetime of privilege had left the narrow shouldered, thin armed boy with little muscle or knowledge of how to fight, while I had spent years exercising and practiced judo with the other women for self defence. A brief pause, an arm twisted behind his back, and I continued the spanking with new vigor. Soon, he was in tears and just begging me to stop. Once I decided he had enough, I waited for his apology, then sat him on my lap, pants still around his ankles. It was a fine sight for a "man," cuddling in my lap, knees practically in a fetal position, and huffing and sniveling into a handkerchief like a baby. (More on THAT later too) I then calmly explained the reality of his situation. He was a silly little boy with no valuable skills or experience, who was lucky to come from a rich family. The only benefit he could provide was what was now exposed between his legs, and the opportunity it provided to his parents to marry him off. They wanted social status, and had traded him, along with a hefty dowry, to me for that. Now, his part was done, and he could enjoy his rich, luxurious life as the real adults made decisions for him. All he had to do was be a good boy and let us make the decisions, and I'd let him continue his life while buying him all the toys and pretty clothes he wanted. If he fought too much, I had no issue "losing" him somewhere on the street, and everyone BUT him would still get what they wanted. Oh, sure, there was more whining, but it was hard for him to argue while squirming on his recently spanked bottom. This was the first time he challenged his situation, and ended quickly, but it would be far from the last. Though I couldn't yet ensure he always behaved, however, we now established a good way to correct his misbehavior. To me, it was more important to teach him that I could spank him when I saw fit, and would do so when needed, then to simply stop the one outburst. So, from then on, his spankings came regularly. Any fighting or backtalk, any sign of his bratty attitude, or just any time my rational explanations didn't land in his confused brain (which was often), I'd fix the issue by pulling him over my lap, pants down, for a long, hard, spanking. At first, he struggled and fought, which probably humiliated him even more he realized how easily I could overpower him. Then he moved to whining and begging, which really just made the situation all the more adorable for me. He tried ordering, then asking, the staff for help, which lead to them snickering and reinforced he had no power over them despite officially being the "man" of the house. (At this point they were already calling him "boy of the house" as a joke) He at one point threatened to out my behaviour to his family, and I invited him to do just that, go to his family and tell them his new wife could over power him and spank him at will. His blushing face said it all as he realized their reaction would probably be laughing and congratulating me for finding the right way to deal with their bratty younger brother. And really, what choice did he have? I explained each possible outcome. He could ask for help from others, and be laughed at. He could divorce, but then his submissiveness would be made public in court, and not only would he lose all his fortune to me, but his pride. Then what? He could run to his family, but would they take the sad little loser who had lost most of their money? They never respected him to begin with, and they got what they wanted from him-connection to old wealth. Or, he could exercise and try to fight back, but the staff were on my side, and unlike him my complaining about him would lead to people supporting me rather then laughing and an even more one-sided divorce. I had him by the balls, or whatever he had where they should have been. So, the spankings continued. I added some other punishments. For anyone wondering, "corner time"- having them stand facing the corner and unmoving for an hour or so- will work wonders on your husband when they throw particularly emotional tantrums. Embarrassing clothes (MUCH more on this later) help, as did early bedtimes. However, the spankings still reigned supreme as the authority in my husband's new life. The staff learned to recognize the signs, and would snicker at him as he sat squirming on his aching bottom, or laugh outright when they waled in on him, nose in the corner, with his pants around his ankle and bright red bottom on display for all to see. He, of course, threatened to tell people. I'm sure in his spoiled little brain that made sense in a way, and he envisioned some force coming to help him. I simply laughed, and told him to do it- tell everyone that he was upset because despite his being a grown man, his wife was spanking him daily for misbehaving like a naughty child. His face dropped, and I sent him to the corner. It only took a few weeks and perhaps a one or two dozen spankings for him to accept them and start crawling over my lap on command. If he argued, all i had to do was raise an eyebrow and point to my lap, and he sighed, then bend over obediently. What a good boy he was, for a short while. That is when I started pushing further. I think, in his mind, while he was clearly beneath me, he still saw himself as above the staff. This idea was soon squashed. The first time I sent a maid to collect him, he shouted and argued as bad as the first disagreement. I had noticed an error in the paperwork I had him fill out, and sent her to tell him to come to me for his spanking. I fixed this problem by going down myself. When he saw me with my arms folded, he stuttered and claimed he didn't believe the maid. I assured him she wouldn't lie, told him he had doubled his spanking and corner time by arguing, and ordered him over my lap. From then on, I almost exclusively used maids to order him in, reinforcing his new status. (This one is already written and the next parts should be up soon. I just need to edit to fit the rules of this page)

Edit: Hi everyone just wanted to edit this to add to it. The first thing is I want to say that this is inspired by an older story from the old website ABDLhomestead. Was a great site for ABDL stories before it finally closed down. I used the major story points I could remember, and then added onto it and expanded past where I remember it stopping. The main character as I have written him is based on my own body type as a child. I peaked in size around kindergarten and then didn't get another good growth spurt until almost middle school. However I grew up on a farm and so was still strong for my size and could lift upwards of 50 pounds by the time I was 9 despite only weighing around 60 pounds myself. I also altered my details the story a bit that may not have been clear enough, and tried to correct any spelling errors I found. Let me know what you think. Will be trying to update with more in the next week or two. Hi, my name is Andrew. I am 10 but frequently get mistaken for a 6 or 7 year old. I'm the smallest kid in my grade. My dad says I just take after my mom who was on the smaller side. Other than my size I'm normal for a 10 year old. I play football and baseball for the last two years and I really enjoy being outside as much as possible. Whether it be hiking, biking, swimming, or anything else in the outdoors. I love it all. I have a secret though. For as long as I can remember I have had a desire and need to wear diapers. They are so soft and fluffy, and make me feel safe anytime I wear one. I did wet the bed until I was 6 and would sneak the pull ups my dad bought for me during the day whenever I thought no one would notice. Lastly this story is written from the viewpoint of the late 90s when home phones were still a common thing, and no one batted an eye at a kid being home alone for a couple of hours after school. In the last year my dad had started letting me earn an allowance by doing things for him around the house outside of my normal chores. He says it's a way for me to learn responsibility with money and earning money. I haven't minded. It's usually easy tasks that he would normally handle like straightening up the garage or organizing the tool shop. I saved the money and each month while I was home alone in the afternoon after school I would ride down to the nearest store and buy a pack of the largest baby diapers they had. They always had up to size 7 in the Luvs and they fit me well enough I thought. They were a bit snug, but weren't too tight or difficult to get on. I often wore them in the afternoon before dad got home from work. I wouldn't actually use them all the time as I wanted the pack to last me at least a month so I would only use one every couple of days or so. Even with my diaper purchases each month I had a decent amount of money hidden away in a can in my closet that I had been saving. I am trying to save up to get a dirt bike. I know it's going to take me a while to save up enough, but my dad has also said he won't let me ride one until I am at least 13. So I have plenty of time to save. Today though was different than most of my boring days. I got off the bus in the afternoon as usual. Soon as my feet hit the ground I was off running to the front door. I didn't like to waste a moment of my limited time before my dad got home. Unlocking the door, I took off my shoes putting them on a shoe rack, then ran upstairs to my bedroom. Once there I dropped my backpack in the corner next to the door, and went straight to my closet. I had made a small cutout in the back of the closet with a cutter from the shop. I cut the board at an angle so it could slip in and out fo the original hole without making a mess or falling inward. Inside was my pack of diapers, a pacifier, and a baby bottle. Pulling them all out, I removed a diaper and spread it out on the floor. Removing my pants and underwear, I laid down on top of the diaper and pulled it up and taped it into place. It felt amazing and comforting to have the diaper on. With just my t-shirt and diaper on, I put the pacifier in my mouth and went to the kitchen. I filled the bottle with apple juice and began drinking it down when the house phone rang. Looking at the caller ID I was it was my dad calling and answered it. "Hey bud, Mrs. Thomasson next door was wondering if you would be willing to help her move some stuff up into her attic. I told her I would ask you. She is willing to pay you for the help." My dad said after I said hello. "Sure that would be awesome. It could further my savings to get a dirt bike sooner!" I said excitedly. "OK ok, I'll let her know you are on your way over. Be good, and make sure you do a good job." He said before we told each other bye. Running upstairs I started to to take the diaper off, but then had a second thought. Why not just wear it under my clothes. Grabbing my shorts, I pulled them up over the diaper and looked at myself in my closet mirror. I couldn't see any outline of the diaper and I was looking for it. Grinning I took off back downstairs taking the steps two at a time as I headed out. Mrs. Thomasson was a nice eolder lady who treated all the kids in the neighborhood like they were her own grandkids. She would often have fresh cookies for kids sitting outside, and would babysit for parents who needed a night out. All the kids loved her. I knocked on her front door after sprinting two houses over and completely out of breath. She answered as I was just starting to catch my breath. "Well I didn't expect you to hurry over that fast." She grinned down at me. "Didn't........want.....to waste.....a moment." I said around big breathsa big grin on my face. "Well come in and I will show you what needs moved." She showed me to the guest room where about twenty boxes were standing stacked against the wall. They were medium sized most only measuring around 1 foot wide, 2 feet long, and only a foot deep. "I just need these moved upstairs. It's most of Jon's stuff that I just haven't been able to handle myself to get upstairs. Not as steady as i used to be getting up the steps there." Her husband Jon had passed away earlier in the year. I remembered she had seemed to have a hard time of it for awhile and the neighborhood had been helping her with getting things done around the house without him around anymore. "It shouldn't be anything to heavy, it's mostly just his old clothes. Let me know if anything is too heavy for you, and I'll do my best to help you." "No problem, I can do it!" I told her with confidence. I grabbed to first box and began carrying it to the attic stairs in the hallway, and then upstairs. After about an hour I had about two thirds of the boxes moved when Mrs. Thomasson came back in the room carrying a glass. "Here hun, you are looking tired. Take a break and have a glass of lemonade." Smilling i thanked her and downed the glass then asked for another. Going to the kitchen in downed another glass and half of a third. Some of the boxes had been kind of heavy and I was feeling very thirsty. Mrs. Thomasson was keeping the house fairly warm and I was sweating pretty heavily. Getting back to work I got the rest of the boxes moved within about forty minutes. After moving all the boxes I went back in the room and looked around to make sure I didn't miss any. As I did I finally took a good look at the actual room. It had a twin bed in it as was normal for a guest room i guess, but on the other side of the bed was a large crib against the wall, and a dresser next to it with a thick white pad on the top of it. As I was looking at it Mrs. Thomasson came back into the room. "Well looks like you have gotten all the boxes moved." She said from behind me in the door. Startled I jumped and turned see her standing there. "Oh I'm sorry dear, I didn't mean to scare you." "Oh you didn't scare me." I said as nonchalantly as I could. "I just didn't hear you coming behind me. And yea I was just looking around to make sure I didn't miss any boxes before I came to let you know I had finished." "Well it looks like you got them all." She said with a smile. With that we went back to the kitchen and sat at her dining table. "You're dad called to tell me he is going to be an hour or so later than normal getting home. Work is keeping him busy." She said with a grin. "So I heated you up some chicken nuggets and fries before you go home." She said as she sat a plate down in front of me. Grinning I immediately started digging into. Moving those boxes had made me very hungry apparently. It didn't take long before I finished off the food and two more glasses of lemonade. As I finished them off I wondered at not having needed to go to the bathroom all afternoon, but just shrugged to myself and stood up. "Well I'm gonna head home and get my afternoon chores done. I hope I did a good job for you today." I said with a grin up at her. "Oh you did great, here is your pay." She reached into her purse at the side of the table and pulled out a couple of bills folded up. Not looking i pocketed the money and turned to head out the side door to head back home. "Before you go, do you need a diaper change hun?" Not sure I heard her right as my head started to feel full of cotton i turned back to her. "Wha?" I said with a confused tone. "I asked if you needed a diaper change before you go. You're look like you are starting to leak a bit." She said taking me by the hand and heading back towards the guest room. As we walked i looked down and saw a wing from one side of the diaper was sticking up out of my shorts waistband giving an obvious clue as to what I had on. As I looked I also noticed a bulge from the front of my shorts that was obviously a swollen diaper. I had wet myself a couple of times as I worked, but i didnt think it had been enough to leak out yet. Reaching back with my other hand I also felt a small wet spot on my bottom at the legs where the diaper had leaked a bit, and on my jeans shorts it probably was obviously a dark blue spot on the normally light blue pants. In the guest room, Mrs Thomasson had me climb up a set of stairs beside the changing table and laid down. Still in shock it didn't even occur to me to argue or object to this. I just did as she said and laid down. Once in position the buckled a strap over my stomach and began removing my shorts. Once the diaper was exposed it was obviously quite wet. She deftly untapped the diaper and lifted my legs up to pull it out from under me. She quickly and expertly wiped down my entire diaper area, then lifted my legs back up and slid a new diaper under my bottom. I hadn't even noticed her get a new one out, but I could feel a difference immediately. It was thicker than the Luvs had been, and where the Luvs had a cloth like exterior, this diaper felt smooth and crinkled from the plastic exterior. Once the diaper was in a good position she pulled out a bottle of baby powder and sprinkled it over my bottom and front before lowering my legs and pulling the diaper up to tape it in place. This diaper felt a lot different than the Luvs ones did. The thickness of the diaper made it hard to close my legs fully, and the plastic was very smooth and glided over my legs. It was also alot louder than the Luvs and crinkled with every movement I made. Unbuckling me Mrs Thomasson let me climb down the stairs. Then she took my shorts and went back to the kitchen. I followed her with a noticeable waddle as I tried to walk normally. In the kitchen she took a small hand towel and wiped at the seat of my short to help dry the wet spot faster. After a few moments it was noticeably lighter than the dark patch it had been. "OK these should be ok for you to wear home. Just make sure you change into something clean when you get home." I nodded as I felt my face go red from embarrassment. "Oh there is no need for embarrassment hunny. Everyone has problems and there is nothing wrong with doing what is needed to care for them." I nodded without saying anything as I attempted to pull my shorts back on. Once I got them up to the diaper it was a tight fit, and I had to leave the button undone. She showed me out the side door and I was able to make it back home without any of the other kids in the neighborhood seeing me. Once home I took the shorts off and dropped them in the dirty clothes hamper. Then I examined the new diaper on the closet mirror. Looking at it for the first time I saw the exterior was mostly ad of a white plastic material. It crinkled alot again now that I had removed the tight shorts that had helped hold it still and make less noise. On the front of the diaper where the tapes went though was a clear plastic with lots of stars, moons, planets, and a couple of shooting stars visible underneath. There was also a size listed showing the number 10 with 50lb-75lb listed next to it. I couldn't believe they made diapers this big, and wondered where they had been bought from. I figured I would never know cause I knew I could never get the courage up to ask Mrs. Thomasson. I didn't know why, but I absolutely loved the feeling of this diaper even more than the Luvs ones. It felt fluffier and softer than the thinner Luvs, and made me feel even safer. I waddled over to my bedside table and grabbed my pacifier i had left there when I had gone over to help Mrs. Thomasson. Putting it in I went to the living room and turned on the TV to Disney Jr. I was watching TV for about forty minutes when I heard a key in the lock to the front door. Panicking I jumped up and ran upstairs to my room to take the diaper off. Fumbling I was trying to remove the tapes of the when I heard my dad clear his throat behind me. Crap, I hadn't closed my door. Turning I saw my dad leaning against the doorframe with a single eyebrow raised as he looked at me standing I the middle of my room wearing a t-shirt and a large and obvious diaper. "Well. Mrs. Thomasson called me after you left to let me know what a great job you did. She was very impressed how such a young boy had such good work ethic and got the job done she required. She then went on to let me know she had gone ahead and fed you and even changed your diaper before sending you back home.i had to confirm what I heard when she said she changed your diaper, but figured there must be some mistake. So I came home to find out what was going on. Imagine my surprise when I get home to find my ten year old son rushing up the stairs with no pants on, and what looked like a diapered butt." With this he raised both eyebrows and paused to see if I would say anything. When I just stood there feeling the heat in my face from the embarrassment he went on. " Then I come up here to see what's going, and halfway up the stairs i find this." He held up the pacifier in used that I must have dropped on the way upstairs. "And see a baby bottle on your desk still with some juice in it it looks like." Looking over I saw my bottle form earlier still about a quarter full with apple juice. "So do you have anything to add to that?" My dad asked me. I shook my head as I looked down at the floor. "Didn't figure you would. You know what bothers me the most about all this?" He asked me still in his same normal conversational tone he had kept the whole time. He didn't sound mad or upset, which honestly scared me more cause I was completely unsure how he was taking everything. Still.silent I shook my head no. "I'll tell you, what bothers me the most is how I got lectured by our neighbor about needing to take better care of your needs. Told me how I can't let you stay in wet or messy diapers too long, and how my own 10 year old, who I had no idea was wearing diapers, was developing a diaper rash on his bottom. That I needed to be a more attentive parent. It bothers me that I didn't know anything about this, but got lectured anyway. But I'm gonna take her advice on the matter." Walking over my dad reached down and picked me up under my arms and held me on his hip as he hadn't done in a couple of years. He checked my diaper as he held me in one arm, it was still dry as i hadnt wanted to use it yet, then grabbing my bottle, he walked back downstairs. He sat me down on the couch and told me to stay put. Then walked into the kitchen and I heard the garage door open. I was curious, but not wanting to get in trouble I stayed on the couch. I could hear stuff moving around outside and was extremely curious, but still I stayed where I was. It didn't seem like my dad was mad, but I didn't want to take any chances. Soon I heard the door shut, and the fridge open and shut. Then my dad walked into the room carrying a rectangular object and my bottle filled to the top with more juice. Setting the bottle down on the end table he opened up the object he was carrying and I realized it was my old playpen. It must have been in the storage area above the garage. After opening it, and wiping it down to get any dust off, dad lifted me up again and sat me down inside it. He handed me the bottle to drink then told me to stay put and he would be back in a few minutes. Dad then went back out the front door, closing it behind him. I spent about ten minutes in the playpen drinking the bottle when I felt the need to pee begin building. I thought about climbing out, but I didn't want to make my dad mad by getting out when he told me to stay put. Wiggling I did my best to hold it as the pressure continued to build. After another five minutes though the effort gave way and i felt the diaper grow warm as my bladder have out and I wet the diaper. I loved the feeling of a wet diaper, but I really hoped my dad didn't get mad at me for wetting myself. After another five minutes or so the front door opened and my dad came back in. He checked on me quickly, seeing I was still in the playpen, he then went upstairs. After a few minutes he returned with a pair of my gym shorts. Picking me up he had me stand in front of the couch while he sat and held the shorts out for me to step into. "I can take care of myself dad, i dont need help." I said with a bit of annoyance, but also I was kind of enjoying this. Dad just arched his eyebrow again, "oh you can? Then please explain why you are wearing a diaper, have a diaper rash, and have been sitting at home half naked while I'm at work?" Unable to think of anything, I stood in silence for a moment. "That's what I thought, just step in the shorts now. We gotta get you dressed so we can go." I felt my heart skip as I heard these words. "Go where?" "We gotta go to the store, now get these shorts on." "Uh uh, let me change into my normal clothes, i can't go out wearing this everyone will know what I'm wearing!" I said in a near panic. "You only have two options right now. Option one, we get these shorts on you and we go to the store. Most likely no one will even notice anything. Option 2, you continue like this, I put the shorts down, pick you up, and you go to the store dressed as you are. What's it going to be?" He asked. Knowing my dad is knew these were the only two options he was going to give me. With that knowledge I lifted my leg and put it into the shorts then lifted my other and did the same. Dad pulled the shorts up and let them close with thump around the diaper. "There that wasn't so hard now was it." Standing he took my hand and grabbed his keys. Leading me out to the car he opened the back door and in my normal spot behind the passenger seat I saw my old booster seat that looked almost like a toddler car seat without the piece that pulls over the head. He lifted me up and sat me inside it, then pulled the seat belt across me, buckling it in. With that my dad got into the car and we drove away from the house. "Where's are we going?" I asked not sure I wanted the answer. I was really hoping we wouldn't be going to one of the big stores where there was a chance I would see any of my classmates. "Oh, Mrs. Thomasson told me which neighbor those diapers came from, and I went to ask them where they got them. See Mrs. Thomasson pointed out that you were a bit big for the Luvs diapers. She suggested I get some of the ones like you are wearing now, and I agree with her. I went over there and asked where they had gotten them cause you were having some issues and I felt these could help you. They let me know that this medical supplier stocked them and that they would be able to help get a good size for you." He finished as we pulled into a parking spot in front of a little building that was situated in the middle of a strip mall like building. Getting out, my dad came around and unbuckled me and then lifted me and sat me on my feet. Taking my hand he led the way inside. "Hi, welcome. Is there anything I can help you find today?" A older lady came up and asked nicely as we entered. "Yes, we are having some trouble finding diapers to fit my son here. He is almost too big for the largest Luvs size. One of my neighbors suggested you guys, and told me how knowledgeable you are on the subject." My dad said back to her smiling. "Oh yes, you would be surprised how many older kids we help who are still diaper dependent. Looks like we need both day and night time wear, so just come this way." She motioned her hand for us to follow as she turned and started walking towards the back corner of the shop where some shelves and a curtain were set up. Turning into the shelves the lady stopped and started talking. "Depending on his level of need, we have a range of options here. These are thinner and good for daytime use, but will need to be changed more frequently. These are thicker and will hold up great for overnight, or when you are gonna be unable to frequently change for whatever reason. Both are a solid white with a wetness indicator running down the middle to make diaper checks easier." She had pointed to two separate items that had multiple bags on the shelves, before moving down a bit further. "These are our more popular ones. They are a decent medium between the two I just showed you in terms of absorbent and thickness. They are mostly white, again with an indicator, but also have little designs on the landing zone for the tapes. Many of our special needs clients love to get them for their children." She went on showing us 4 or 5 more and explaining it their various pros and cons. I had long since zoned out and was staring at the curtain that was pulled closed and wondering what was behind it. I startled as I was brought back to the conversation by my dad giving a light tug on my hand, and talking to me. "Well buddy do you have any preference on which one we get?" Shyly I just shrugged and lowered my head in embarrassment as the lady looked at me expectantly. "Oh its ok." She said kneeling down to me. "There is no need to be embarrassed. Many kids and quite a few adults have toilet troubles. Many handle it just like this, by wearing protection to catch those pesky little accidents." She said with a smile. "After all if that wasn't true, why would there be stores like ours that stock the items? If no one used them, there would be no reason to try and sell them or even make them." She said with a light laugh. I shrugged but still maintained my silence, unsure how to respond to that. "Do you have any sample packs we can buy and try it before I commit to making a large purchase of any of these?" My dad asked as the lady stood back up. "Of course not." She said as she pulled the curtain back that was at the end of the aisle between the racks. I realized a she pulled that the curtain made a full circle around something, and as she opened it I saw a large table standing in the open. It had closed cabinets underneath, and a small trash can to the side of it. "There is no need to buy a sample. We take a small hit, but we have some of the products here that you can try on him and see how they fit." She beamed at my dad with her smile. "Just put him up on the table, draw the curtain, and you can try on each of the brands you are interested in. They are all stacked neatly in the cabinet underneath there." She pointed at the cabinets underneath the padded top. "Just let me know if you have any questions, or are ready to make a decision. I'll just be out front." She said as she stepped away and walked out of the aisle. "Well isn't that convenient and helpful." My dad said as he picked me up under my arms and set me onto the table. He turned and drew the curtain closed before opening the cabinets below. After inspecting each of the different ones below, he sat three of them up on the table next to me. "Now of these, do you see any you like?" My dad asked. I looked them over and saw they were all at least as thick as the one I had on, with one fo them being even thicker. One was the diaper she pointed out earlier with designs on the front tape, but another one had designs all over it. Mainly just lines and some name that I guess was the brand, but it also had some decoration to it with some stars, rainbows, suns, and moons. "Dad why do they all have to be so thick? Everybody will notice." I whined a bit. I liked wearing diapers, but i didn't want all the neighbor kids to know. "Well i don't want to have to be changing you every two hours, and these will let you go awhile without that worry. Hmmmmmm, it probably would be a good idea to have some of the thinner ones though for you to wear to school." I felt completely shocked at this pronouncement. Wear the diapers. To school!?! No way! He would get bullied relentlessly when the other kids found out. "Dad I can't wear them to school! Everyone will find out, and I'll get made fun of." I said a note of desperation and panic in my voice. "You wanted to wear diapers. I'm just giving you what you want. The problem with that is apparently you haven't been properly taking care of yourself. Obviously you are still a bit too young to be changing your own diapers. But I digress. We will discuss the rules when we get home. For now let's try these on. Lie down on the table." I lay back with a bit of trepidation. My mind was going back and forth arguing with myself. I really really did want to wear diapers. This was like a dream come true for me. But at the same time, I didn't want others to know about it, and I definitely did not want to chance being made fun of by the other kids at school. As I lay there, my dad pulled my shorts down and untaped my current diaper. It was decently wet by this point, and he rolled it up and set it to the side. He then took the first diaper and opened it up. It had the lines and brand name written on it with the little decorations as well. Lifting my legs, he slid the diaper underneath me and pulled it up, taping it in place. Having me stand on the table he checked the fit around my waist and the inside of the legs. For some reason this felt even more embarrassing than having him change my diaper. After checking all three of them, he left me wearing the one that looked the same as the one I had on before, he slid my shorts back on and helped me to the floor before making sure they were all the way up. Grabbing the two diapers he had tried on me, we moved out of the curtained area. "Hey, I was just coming to see how things are going." The lady said as she rounded the end of the shelving. "I just finished trying them on him. I think we are going to get some of these ones, these ones, and these." He pointed to the diapers on the shelves. The first was the one he had left me in, the second was the super thick diaper that she had shown him first, and the last one was one of the thinner options. "All great options. Do you know how many you will need? We do sell them in individual packages that vary in amount based on brand and size, as well as by the case. The case is a cheaper option over all letting you save a few dollars on each individual package." She said as she wrote something on a notepad. "We also offer a service for long term needs where we mail order you a set amount each month, charging the amount to a card you leave on file. This option offers a discount of 5% on the total order." She said all this as she finished writing. My dad and the lady talked for a few more minutes over details like how many were in a case as well as prices. Finally he settled on an amount. He would be getting a case of each one every month for at least the next 6 months. I could see that my dad planned for me to be in diapers again for the foreseeable future. He ended up purchasing two bags of each diaper before we left, carrying four of them out to the car himself, and having me carry two of them. After putting them into the back of the car, my dad buckled me in, got in the car, and we pulled away from the store.

Hey everyone! So this is my first story. I am actually a barely popular ABDL artist and I post most of my art content here: Hottogurugan (Comms Open) (@hottogurugan) / Twitter I usually do normal ABDL art, and I've only recently gotten anywhere close to good, and I rarely post new stuff but I'm working on getting more output. I am also collabing on an abdl game with another artist. But that's not why I'm here. Though I mainly draw diaper girls, I have a huge soft spot for Md/Lb and femdom dynamics involving diapers. Women putting boys in their pampered place etc. etc. I just have never had an idea that struck me as something I wanted to draw. So as a fun experiment, and after brainstorming with some fellow ABDL/MDLB writers on tumblr, I decided to write down a story idea that has been sifting around in my head for at least two years or so. The idea is not entirely original. There is a CYOA on Writing.com called 'The Colony'. The premise was that a Communist Matriarchy had been established on some space station. The women ruled the station and kept all men in diapers. No man was allowed to be potty trained and all had to obey female authority. One of the story avenues let you be a young man who was headed off to college in this strange matriarchal society. Needless to say, I fell in love with the premise, and I even tried to contribute to it myself. However, I did not like how the collaborative CYOA provided zero narrative control to any individual author. I was fascinated with exploring the idea of this society, and following a young man as he broke out from his parents only to eventually find himself ensnared in the matriarchy's web and succumbing to the authority of a new 'mommy'. Some of the writing was of....... subpar quality. Some of the story routes had entries that seemed like purposeful derailments by trolls, one literally ends with an entry that simply reads, "??????????". Can't exactly go from there without disrupting the flow. The story is sporadically updated, but individual authors never seem to contribute more than once. I have tried to get in touch with the original author, but after two attempts at contact, and four years of no reply, I assume he has abandoned his account and the story itself. As such, I have decided that I would take the premise and write my own story based on it. In order to avoid plagiarism, I am completely changing the names of characters, places, and even making some of the few plot points presented in the original CYOA differently. I am only taking the premise, and my own rendition of the first part of one of the story avenues presented originally, beyond that, this is my own work. I simply wanted a creative avenue that was under my control in which I could explore the world set by such a premise, the people who live in it, and the ideology of the ruling matriarchy. I hope you all can enjoy my take on this premise, and I hope you all come along and follow me for what may be the first of possibly many stories. Disclaimer: The author of this work does not follow or endorse any of the ideologies described in this work of fiction. All mentions or opinions expressed in this work do not reflect the authors own opinions. The opinions of characters in the work do not reflect the author's, and only serve as vehicles to further the plot or help in characterization of the characters involved. This is erotic fiction first and foremost, none of the ideas represented are meant to be taken seriously or advocated for in the real world. Our story follows Raymond, a young man who finds himself attending university in a strange society where matriarchy is the ruling ideology. In this society, men are kept as partially infantilized adults with the legal rights of toddlers as they are cared for and commanded by an all-female elite. Raymond must navigate his way through this strange culture until he completes his pilots' certification, and he is determined to escape the society with his dignity and continence intact before the female web of the matriarchy fully ensnares him? Things become even more complicated when he meets the love of his life in this strange place. Will our hero escape or be made into a loyal pamper-packer at the behest of female authority? A Radical Equality Chapter 1: Arrival “I am not wearing that!” “You have no choice, it’s the law.” In the room stood three figures. Two women and one man. The man, an average student in his mid-20s, sat on a medical table in a brightly lit backroom resembling an examination room. A traveling case and a backpack lay at his feet. With his arms crossed, he glared defiantly at the two women who stood just barely above him. The two women were of different professions, both at least a decade older than the man. One was dressed as an office professional, her blouse had an emblem stitched to her left breast, with the word “IMMIGRATION AND CUSTOMS” embroidered just above. On the right breast, an ID card hung from a clip in her breast pocket. The other woman was a law officer, her faded navy-blue uniform barely disguised the silhouette of a Kevlar vest. The tools of her trade were clasped onto her duty belt. Her left boot tap-tapping in an annoyed cadence. Even those both women were physically smaller and less intimidating than the man, they stood as if they were the authorities. They gave off the impression of two stern schoolteachers trying to subdue an unruly toddler. In their minds, that was exactly what they were doing. “Listen, you can either be mature and wear the diaper or we can arrest you and have you deported.” Said the immigration woman. “Oh, and if you do decide on arrest, you’ll still get diapered. Prisoners don’t have potty privileges.” “But that’s ridiculous! I was never told I’d need to wear…. one of those.” The man replied. “The diapers? You said you were here on a student visa, right? Did you not read the rules required of males living on this planet?” In truth, the man had read the rule sheet, but he thought it was a joke. He also didn't even bother to do much research on where he was headed, otherwise, he would have known of the strange rules he would be subjected to, and the puffy garments that would replace his normal boxers. “I…. I read the rules.” He said, “I just thought it was a joke? Like, you can’t seriously require all men to wear those things, right?” “Diapers, and we do. It's one of the foundational pillars that our society rests on, and I am simply asking you to respect it, young sir." “Stop talking to me like I’m a kid!” “Stop acting like one then!” “I’m 21…” "That doesn't mean anything. Here, you're legally a child still. And with that attitude, you might as well be one!” The room fell to silence for a moment. She was right. He knew she was. He felt childish, being told by two authoritative women that he needed to put on a diaper. His cheeks were flushed red from the emotions he was feeling. Anger and embarrassment. Angry that he was so stupid to not take the pamphlet seriously and embarrassed at having to go through the ordeal. He found himself in this situation because he had no other choice. No other university accepted his application. He was intelligent, but a terrible student, and as such his grades were lackluster. He originally tried to make it as a dockworker on Earth's Intergalactic Trade Station, but after two years of that, he decided it wasn't the type of career he wanted. But being exposed to the spacecraft he unloaded cargo from, he got the idea that maybe being a space pilot might be a fun job to take. So, he decided to try his hand at one of the many credentialing institutions in Human space. The issue was, that only a select handful of institutions offered classes. Spacecraft piloting was necessary and high-in-demand profession, but companies were always particular about who could become a pilot, and a certification in a specific space quadrant meant where you got certified is where you would work. But none of the larger and well-known institutions would take him in on account of his lazy performance in high school. Until one day when he received a strange email from a university, he had never heard about. He didn’t remember much of the email, nor did he even try to pay much attention when he was reading it. All he remembered was something about “communist matriarchy”, “a particular way of life, and "revolutionary culture'. But he mostly paid attention to the "reduced board and tuition for off-planet male students" and the “Spacecraft license classes offered”. That’s what got him here, a college degree and at a cheaper cost somewhere away from his parents? He couldn’t pass it up. If only he had known, he might have held out for somewhere else before submitting his application. “I am going to ask you one more time.” Chimed in the office lady, breaking the silence. “Will you submit to a diapering, or will you continue to be fussy and require us to send you home?” The woman crossed her arms and looked at him with a stern expression, awaiting an answer. The policewoman’s tap-tapping increased in rhythm. The young man paused for a second, he wanted to say ‘just send me home! I’m going back to Earth.’ But his subconscious stopped him, he knew deep down that if he went back, he might not get another chance to get a certificate and license. Maybe, just maybe, he could cram courses as much as he could and get out as soon as possible. Maybe wearing diapers for a year or two wouldn't be so bad, was it? He didn't necessarily have to use said diapers, and this station was built from a prefab, so there had to be a men's room somewhere hidden away he could use. This was his chance, he had to take it. He took a deep breath and let his arms fall to his side. “Alright, I’ll wear the diaper.” He said, “I guess when in Rome.” The office woman’s expression changed from stern disapproval to a pleased smile. She walked over to a cabinet and pulled out some items before returning to the medical bench. “I’m glad to hear that you’re big enough to take the easy way, I was worried Miss Roland here was going to have to cuff you.” “I would prefer not to, makes my job easier when they behave.” Said the policewoman. "Oh, I bet it does. Alright, young man lay down on the bench and I'll get you changed." “Whoa, hold on. I can change myself just fine!” The stern and disappointed expression returned to the woman’s face. "I'm sorry, but in addition to having to wear diapers, you are also not allowed to change them yourself. Lay down on the medical bench and I’ll get you into your diaper.” “No way lady! That’s weird! I can put it on myself.” “Officer Roland please restrain him.” The man found himself being pushed down by the officer with more force than she had been able to use. She must be on enhancers. "What the- “he retorted as he fell back on the bench. Cop lady quickly restrained his left hand with a medical cuff, and the office woman quickly went around the other side and cuffed his right. They were quick from lots of practice with this exact scenario. With only his legs free, the young man began to squirm and lightly kick them about. “Hey, get me out of this! You can’t- “ “If you don’t stop moving your legs, we will have to restrain those too. Calm down and just let me change you!” “No! Let me out you bitch!” he cried back. “Suit yourself.” Immediately the women set about restraining his legs. The police officer had no issues restraining his leg, but the immigration lady needed help. But after a short struggle, his legs were restrained as well. He was about to let out another expletive but was interrupted by a soft, rubbery object being forcefully inserted into his mouth. “Spit that out and I’ll have to tie that around your head.” He wanted to spit it out but decided against further restraint. It was also somewhat soothing to have in. What was it exactly? The office woman began to make her way back to the cabinet while Officer Roland stared over the young man like a hawk. The Office lady returns with a pair of razor-scissors. “I’m sorry but since we had to restrain your legs, the only way to get your pants off for a diaper change is by cutting them up.” She then gave a quick snip-snip with the scissors. The young man didn’t want his pants cut up, but this was the fate he chose. He squirmed up until the point of the woman removing his belt and readying the scissors. He knew better than to be unsteady around those things. It took several cuts to get both sides of his pants undone. No longer held together with thread, the woman slid the pants out from underneath him, leaving him mostly exposed except for his underwear. The woman held up the scissors with a disgusted face after seeing his gray boxers. As if she were offended by being subjected to seeing them. She positioned the scissors to begin cutting the undergarment. “Now hold still, otherwise there will be a bad accident.” Saying that, she began to cut the boxers, both ends now lie open. She removes the underwear from underneath the young man, whose face goes beet red. Holding the underwear out, somewhat in disgust and curiosity. “Why do you off-world boys even wear these? They don’t offer any protection and they don’t look comfortable. If I left my boys in these, they’d make a mess all over my carpet.” She tosses the cut-up garment into a trash bin. “You won’t need those anymore mister.” She turns around to face her charge, with a wide grin on her face. “Are you ready for your first diaper mister grumpypants?” The tone of her voice and mood noticeably changed, as if a switch had been flipped in her hand. Or maybe to try and signal to him that he is now in her good graces. She wanted him in those diapers, not his big boy undies. She pulled out a bottle with lotion inside and squirted it onto her hands before rubbing them together. She went for his crotch, and he began to squirm in reaction to this strange lady rubbing his groin. “Stop squirming little guy, it’ll go faster if you stay still.” The woman was surprisingly professional about rubbing lotion on all of a man’s junk. The young man on the other hand was flustered as one could be. This was the first time a woman had ever given him the attention of this sort, and it was while he was restrained and trying to put him in a diaper. By the end of the lotion rubbing, he was a blushing, embarrassed mess and could barely come up with a thought. The woman retracted her hands and turned around to grab something else. Turning back to face the man she holds up a thick white object, which the man immediately recognized to be an unfolded diaper. The woman’s smile beamed at him, it was a happy smile, but he still found himself intimidated. “Time for your first diapering little boy!” Beamed the woman before unfolding the diaper. The unfolded diaper surprised the boy in just how large it was, it had to be as long as the woman’s torso, and it couldn’t have been less than half a foot wide in the middle. She slid the enormous underwear beneath him and adjusted its position under him. She pulled the front of the diaper over his crotch. “Shh, such a good boy for keeping still. I’m proud of you.” The woman cooed at him as if he were a toddler while she pulled the diaper's wings over the front. The tapes made a distinctive sound as they were secured onto the landing strip. The woman pulled back after the diaper was fastened onto the man. “All done! Good job for calming down, I bet you feel much happier now that you’re properly padded up, huh?” Cooed the woman, the cop on the other side of the bench gave a quick chuckle at the sight. The young man just sat in silence, too flustered from the events to react to anything. To him, the diaper felt bulky and soft, if tightly secured. It was surprisingly comfortable for what it was, felt almost like a pillow between his thighs. Both women began undoing his restraints, once his arms and legs were free the office woman helped him sit up on the bench and the police lady sat next to him. "Now I know you must be flustered by what occurred and feel like you've been punished enough. But your behavior from earlier is simply unacceptable. Around here you are to respect and obey female authorities, your little outburst is simply something you'll need to learn to control. I understand this is your first time on our planet, but you simply must learn to follow our rules if you wish to stay here. As such, to help you learn, Officer Roland here will administer a light spanking to you.” Her words were practiced and professional, she does this routinely. The young man was taken aback by her threat of a spanking. But before he could reply Officer Roland grabbed his hands and forced him over her lap. His thickly padded behind was now exposed prominently to the air. He popped the pacifier out of his mouth and yelled. “Let go of me!” He now couldn’t see the woman who had been administering his defeat for the past hour, but he could hear her tone change in her voice. “Sigh You just don’t learn to stay quiet, do you? Officer, how many spankings do you think are in order?" “I’d say at least 20 ma’am.” “Make it 30.” The young man began squirming and yelling in protest. 'This is an injustice!' he thought to himself. And he continued to writhe about. He felt another pacifier being inserted into his mouth and a strap tightening around his head. He could no longer vocalize his distaste for the actions being done to him. He feels a hand grab his chin and rotate his head. The office woman rotated his head, so their eyes meet. “Welcome to Estrea little boy.”

Before you read I would like to warn there is mention of child abuse. There are no descriptions of it, nor does it happen in the story itself. It takes place before the events of the story. While I do not condone or support anyone abusing any child (especially as a victim of child abuse myself growing up), it is a real life issue and helps set the stage for the better things coming Andy's way. *****Jeremy***** The phone rang. Jeremy sitting at his desk in his office at home left his program running on the computer to answer it. "Hello, this is Jeremy how may I help you." This being his professional work line he had no qualms answering the phone with his name. He had a strong masculine voice, but at the same time it had some indescribable quality that just made it sound open and caring. "Hey Jeremy it's Emma down at DCS. I've got a kid that we got notified about a couple of weeks ago. As of today the Judge has taken away all parental rights from his parents pending a full investigation into them. Honestly though I don't believe they will be getting them back." She let out a heavy sigh on the other end of the phone. Jeremy sat back in his chair holding the receiver. In order for the parents to have already had the judge rescind their rights the parents must have been horrible to this kid. "So tell me what's up. Give me the details, and I'm assuming you would like me to foster him until a new home can be found." There was a long pause as a keyboard clicking could be heard in the background of the call. "Well he was brought into the hospital about sixteen days ago on a Monday from his school. They called the ambulance after one of the teachers found he had a broken arm when he came into school that morning. She had noticed he was having difficulty getting his jacket off, and when they were getting off his arms she said he just started crying. That's when she saw his arm was heavily discolored and swollen from the wrist all the way up to the elbow. once the ambulance arrived he was taken to the nearest hospital." She paused for a second here. She had been saying this all in a fairly monotone voice. Reading facts from a screen. Jeremy could tell she was upset by this case. "At the hospital his arm was x-rayed and it was determined that he had a break of both bones in his forearm. Based off the bruising and the way it looked when they examined his arm they estimated it happened around Friday night or Saturday morning. The recovery is projected to take around six to twelve weeks in total. As the they were trying to get him prepped for the doctor a nurse noticed some other marks on the boy as she was running an IV for him. However he fought against her examining him and the nurse let it go for the time." She paused here and Jeremy could hear her take a drink, and let out a sigh. "After setting the bones and casting the arm, the doctors did a full examination of his body while he was still sedated. They found multiple signs of physical abuse." She described what was found to Jeremy. She took a pause here, and Jeremy had time to think. He couldn't understand how anyone could possibly treat any child that way let alone their own. It was simply unthinkable and he could feel his own anger rising at the thought of what this young boy had been through in his short life. After a minute or two Emma finally spoke back up. "Sorry this is hard to even read let alone see the pictures they have of his injuries." She said with a slight hitch in her voice. "I see kids come through all the time, but this is definitely one of the worst cases I have seen." "I get it. It angers me just hearing about it. I'm not sure could handle seeing the pictures." Jeremy said back to her. "Well the hospital of course reached out to us to report the incident. We got in touch with the school and got the contact information for the parents. When we tried calling though we got no answer no matter how many times we tried. Finally I was sent to their residence with a police escort. When we arrived we found the front door left open, and the mother and her boyfriend passed out in their living room floor. They were apparently high based off the paraphernalia we found in the living room around them. The whole place smelled god awful and was a complete mess. I really don't understand how they made it under the radar for so long. Based off the state the boy was in and the fact that the mother is a chronic drug user a judge had little problem doing a temporary removal of parental rights. We have kept him in the hospital the last couple of weeks for monitoring. During that time he has healed well from most of the injuries he had. They have also brought his nutrition level up alot as well. The only issues left really have been his arm which will still have a lengthy recovery time, and an issue with his bladder control." She said the last with some hesitation. Jeremy didn't really understand why, he had already taken fostered a few kids who had issues with bedwetting and such. It wasn't really a big deal. "Well to be honest he doesn't seem to have basically any bladder control at all. The doctors have examined him and from the tests it appears his bladder is very under developed. It can only hold about four ounces, but for his age should be able to hold closer to ten ounces. When they did the urodynamics testing the child indicated to them that he couldn't tell when his bladder was full. The other families we have approached have shied away due to the amount of care and attention the boy will need." She finally wrapped up with. "To top this all off with we can't get him to talk, he hasn't said a single word the entire time he has been in the hospital. The psyche team has been in to examine and talk with him, but haven't been able to get anything out of him. After talking to his teachers we have found this is his normal. Apparently he just doesn't speak to basically anyone, they can rarely get a couple of words out of him in class. Usually they communicate with him just writing out whatever he wants to say. The psychiatrist called it selective mutism. Apparently he is physically able to speak, but for some reason often finds himself unable to. They said the cause is often anxiety or fear, but that it could be basically any emotion that is overwhelming for him that is causing it. Due to these reasons three other families we have reached out to have said they just can't take him. To be honest it's completely understandable too. He needs a placement where he can be the only kid in the house, and with someone who knows and understands how to handle kids with special needs and rough backgrounds." She paused here and didn't say anything for a minute. Jeremy finally spoke after processing for a few minutes. "I'll be more than happy to take him in. When could I meet him?" "Today if you want, he is over at the central hospital off main street. It would be a couple of days before you could take him in as the doctors are still doing a few tests and ensuring everything is ok with him. I figure that should also give you some time to get things set up and ready for him. You will be outside of his current school zone, so you have a couple of options there. Mine would be to take him out of public school altogether for the time being. The state has a great online school program going I think he would be great in. However there is the option of your nearest public school as well. Whatever works best for you and you think will be good for him." She said as she gave him all the details for Andy's situation. "From what you have told me about his school life it might be best to give him a break from all that. I'll talk to him though and see how he feels so we can at least take that into consideration too." Jeremy pushed away from his desk still holding the receiver. Moving to the door he grabbed his key ring from a glass bowl next to his office door and left the room. "Listen I'm going to head down to the hospital now, if you have anymore you would like to fill me in on call my cell." "That should be it. I'll call ahead for you so they will let you up to his room." Emma said, relief tinging her voice. "And thank you, Jeremy, this is going to mean the world to him. He may not realize it yet, but it most definitely will." "Of course, I can't let this boy go on thinking the way things have been for him is how the world is. I've been there and it's not a fun place to be. I just hope I can be what he needs to see him through all of this." With that the two said their goodbyes and Jeremy left the house. *****Andy***** Andy sat up in his bed as a nurse came into his room. Andy is a small boy for being eight years old. After two weeks of the hospital feeding him double and also giving him nutrients through an IV his weight was still only up to twenty eight pounds. Top that off he was only about thirty two inches tall. All the kindergarteners and some of the preschoolers were bigger than him! He got told all the time he looked so cute by all the adults at school though. He had bright green eyes with freckles spread over his nose and under his eyes. His red hair hung down past his ears and constantly got in his eyes. To make it worse the hair curled a bit at the ends. He absolutely hated it. He was a bit groggy and tired most of the time he had been here. The doctors and nurses told him it was because his body was recovering, and the meds they were giving him to help with the pain would make him sleepy. He pushed his hair out of his eyes as he watched the nurse move around the room straightening things up. Though Andy had no idea what she could be straightening. He hadn't been out of his bed but a handful of times since he got here, and it's not like anyone had been to visit him. Not even his mom. Andy loved his mom and just wanted her to be happy, and to be a good boy for her. It seemed like he could never do that though. He waited patiently for what he knew was coming. The nurses always did the same thing whenever they came to his room. They moved around acting like they weren't doing anything to him, and like they weren't even really here for him. He knew though they only came in for one of two reasons. The first was to bring him food, but lunch time had already passed and it wasn't time for dinner yet. The second was for the reason he resented. It was the reason his mom was always mad at him. It was time for him to be changed again. Andy had always had trouble with going pee in the bathroom. He never seemed to know when he needed to go, and often didn't even notice when he had wet himself until someone made fun of him or a grown up yelled at him. His mom was bad about yelling at him, but her boyfriend was even worse. The nurses though had been different. They had been nothing but kind and gentle to Andy the entire time he had been here. They had done the one thing his mother had flatly refused to do, though she had threatened it many times as the worst thing she could do to him. They had put him in diapers from his first night in the ER when he had wet himself multiple times. He had seen the package for the diapers a few times. They kept at least one package in a cabinet to the side of his bed in the children's ward. It was pampers cruisers size six diapers. They were baby diapers, and he fit in them. It made him feel like the baby the kids at school always called him when they made fun of him. He hated school and was dreading going back. He knew he would just be made fun even more now than he had been before. Especially if he had to keep wearing diapers like the doctors said he would need to. He wasn't happy about it, but the doctor had explained the problems out to him. He hadn't understood much of it, but basically he had the bladder capacity of a three year old and the control of an infant. That and the things that told him his bladder was full didn't send the signals the way they were supposed to. It was very demoralizing to be told you were barely better than an infant at something. Finally the nurse came over to Andy's bedside. "Ok, you know what time it is. We gotta get you changed. I'm sure you are quite wet by now. Lets lay back and I can get you changed." With that Andy lay back in the bed. The nurse quickly and efficiently went about her business. She was nice and got Andy to cooperate and even help where he could. Instead of lifting his legs she had him raise his bottom up for her to take the used wet diaper out from under him. While he held himself up she used a warm wet wipe to clean his entire lower region. With a gloved hand she spread some cream on his bottom and his groin. "Now we have to give you some medicine, I'm sorry for this, I know it's not going to be pleasant but it won't hurt. You'll just feel a small bit of discomfort." With that she placed a hand on Andy's stomach, and her other moved to his bottom. He felt a bit of pressure and discomfort from his anus as the nurse pushed a small suppository into his bottom. She was quick and true to her word. It hadn't hurt, but it had made Andy very uncomfortable to have her stick a finger in his bottom. "There all done. Now that is something that will help you go poopy. You haven't had a movement in over a week. That is very unhealthy and the doctor is concerned. It will be unpleasant I know, but as soon as it happens all you have to do is press this button and a nurse will be right in to change you." With that she removed her gloves, and after throwing them in a bin off to the side, slid a fresh diaper under Andy's bottom. She swiftly taped it into place and then pulled his paper hospital gown back down, and his bed sheet up and over his legs to his waist. "Here you watch some TV and we will be back around in just a little bit to check on you." With she left the TV turned to Nick Jr. and Blaze and the monster machines was on. Not having a remote to change it, Andy resigned himself to watching it. *****Jeremy***** Jeremy arrived at the hospital a little later that afternoon. He had stopped at the store to get something that he hoped Andy would like. He went to the front desk and got directions to Andy's room after verifying his identity. He went up to the children's ward from there, and found the room of his soon to be foster child. Andy was sitting at the top of the bed leaning forward with his legs folded criss cross. On the tv up on the wall over the foot of the bed Nick Jr. was playing a show with some dogs on it. Jeremy faintly recognized it from something another kid he fostered like to watch, but just couldn't recall the name. For a few minutes he just stood to the side of the door unnoticed by Andy as he watched the cartoon. He seemed to have gotten sucked into the show as he wasn't noticing anything around him. He sat on the bed in a light blue hospital kind of shirt and a white diaper with some designs on it he couldn't really make out from here. 'He is a cute kid, hair is a little long an unruly, and he was quite small for an eight year old, but otherwise he looked healthy and in good health.' Jeremy thought to himself. He didn't see any of the bruises or marks on him that Emma had told him about, other than the cast on his left arm he could have been just any kid. Suddenly Jeremy felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning he saw shorter dark skinned nurse standing behind him. "Sir, may ask what you are doing?" She said looking at him suspiciously. "Oh sorry I got distracted watching him enjoy the TV show. I'm Jeremy and I am here to meet my new foster Andy." Jeremy followed this by holding his right hand out to shake hers. She took it and shook hands with him. "Sorry was worried you might be the one he was living with for a second. They warned us there was a possibility that the mother or boyfriend might show up and to call for security if they had." She said this with a reassured smile. She was happy it hadn't been one of them. "Well they did let us know you were coming though. If you want you can go in and see him. One of the other nurses gave him some medicine earlier to help him go poop. One of us should be in here before long to check him. If he does happen to go before then you can call the station and one of us will be in to change him." With that she strode off down the hallway and entered the room of another patient. Jeremy turned back to the room and saw Andy sitting on the bed watching him. Seeing this Jeremy came into the room a friendly expression on his face. "Hey, Andy right?" Of course Jeremy knew it was him, and Andy nodded affirmation, but that helped get him engaged from the start. "My, name is Jeremy. I'm here because I got a call this morning that a very special boy needed a safe place to stay at for awhile. I told them I needed to meet you first though so we can make sure you like me. I brought you something down here to keep you company." With that he held out a box to Andy. Andy took the box and looked it over. It was a plain red box with a lid fit over the top. It looked like the boxes he had seen Christmas presents come in on tv shows. "You can open it." Jeremy said reassuringly. Andy removed the lid then and pulled out the item inside. It was a green dinosaur stuffed animal plushie. Andy's face lit up with a big grin. He held it up to the ceiling then pulled it down and hugged it close. Andy loved stuffed animals, and though dragons were his favorite, dinosaurs were a very close second. "I was hoping you would like it. It's all yours as is the tablet in the bottom of the box as well." Andy looked back in the box and sitting at the bottom was a small tablet. "I set it up with an app on there already so you can use it to communicate with." Jeremy moved and squatted down beside the bed next to Andy. Andy already had already turned the screen on and it didn't have a passcode on it yet. Jeremy showed him the two apps he had installed on the tablet. One allowed Andy to type out whatever he wanted to say to someone, and then could be shown to someone to be read or the tablet could speak out what was typed. The other app had a bunch of different squares on the screen with pictures on each. You could touch the picture or a series of pictures for what you want and then the app would make them into a sentence for you. They were really useful and Andy loved it. "Also it can give you something to do while you're stuck here so you're not bored. You can play games, watch videos, or find something to read if you want." Andy had started using one of the apps on the tablet and showed the screen to Jeremy. It read 'Thank you this is really cool.' Jeremy was happy that he could use it and that he liked the gift. It would definitely make things alot easier for the boy moving forward. *****Andy***** Andy loved the tablet and the Dinosaur. It was amazing! He had never had a tablet or electronic before, though he had used one at school a couple of times, and he marveled at how easy it made it for him to let people know what he wanted or was thinking. He and Jeremy talked for awhile about what kind of things Andy enjoyed. He told him how he liked playing with lego blocks, stuffed animals, going outside, and more. He was finding he really like this man who was being so nice to him. Just a short bit after Jeremy had arrived though Andy felt a sharp pang in his gut. The medicine was finally taking affect. After the first cramp the gates opened, and Andy found himself powerless to stop it. With a wet farting noise the poop rushed out into the diaper as Andy sat in terror and shock. It filled every crevice around his bottom and into the middle of the diaper as it seemed to just keep going. It was warm and mushy almost feeling like warm oatmeal. After just a few seconds that felt like an eternity it finally ended, and he was sitting in a full diaper for the first time since he was a toddler. Andy had struggled with controlling his bladder, but he had figured out how to go poop on the potty fairly quickly according to his mom. Now he understood why. He did not like the way this felt at all. He drew up his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them as he started to tear up. Here this man had been so nice to him, but he had just messed himself. He waited for the yelling to start like it always did with his mom when he wet himself. *****Jeremy***** Jeremy knew immediately what had happened. He could see the dirty state of the diaper as Andy sat huddled on the bed with his head ducked into his legs. Instead of saying anything he just sat down on the edge of the bed next to him. Jeremy put his arm around the boy's shoulders and hugged him to his side without a word. Just providing safety and comfort. A nurse walked to the door at that moment and Jeremy held his hand out to stop her. He motioned that everything was ok and to give them a moment. The nurse nodded and headed back into the hallway without a sound. After a couple of minutes Andy's shoulders stopped moving from him crying and Jeremy spoke to him. "Hey its ok. I know it's probably embarrassing to have this happen but it's not your fault. The nurses had to give you some medicine that made you go that's all. It's ok I promise." Sniffling Andy looked up at the bigger man. Seeing that he wasn't mad, Andy stretched his legs back out and picked up the tablet. Quickly he typed out 'not mad at me' and showed it to Jeremy. Jeremy smiled in a way he hoped was reassuring and said, "Of course I'm not mad at you. Why would I be? Like I said it's not your fault." 'Mom was always really mad when I have a accident' he typed out on the tablet. Jeremy positioned himself so he could read it as Andy was typing it out. 'Get punish if have a accident. Teach not to do it again' Jeremy felt a chill followed by a rush of heat at the implications of what Andy had just told him. Schooling himself he kept the emotions from his face or body. "Well I don't think that was right for her to do. You had no control over this due to the medicine. Me punishing you for something you can't control would be wrong." Silently he seethed at the scared look in the young boys eyes. No child should ever have that look. "Look why don't we get the nurse so she can get you cleaned up. While she does that I'll just step out and make a phone call, OK?" Jeremy gave him a questioning look to ensure that he would be ok for the few minutes he would be on the phone Andy nodded and he left the room to get the nurse and make a call to Emma. He was more determined than ever to help this boy, and give him a better life than he had experienced so far. *****Andy***** Andy lay back on the bed waiting for the nurse to come in. It had been a few minutes for him to adjust to his state, and he found he kind of liked the feeling of the poop as it smushed around his bottom. It felt like when he played in mud. It wasn't long before it started to get cold, sticky, and uncomfortable on his backside making his butt itch. Finally a nurse came into the room pushing a cart loaded with supplies. It was a different lady from earlier that he hadn't seen since he had been here. This nurse was an older white lady, she had grey hair, but stood straight moved at a purposeful pace. She came to the side of the bed and opened the cabinet grabbing the package of diapers from the shelf inside. Setting them on the cart she grabbed a folded pad from the bottom of the shelf. Unfolding it she turned to the bed. "Ok now I need you to lift up so I can slide this under you to keep the bed clean." Andy lifted his entire back off the bed holding his weight on his shoulder and his heels. The nurse slid the pad under him, pushing the hospital shirt he wore up around his chest as she did so. "There now this will only take a moment." From there she undid the tapes of the diaper, and slid the front down over his crotch to clean any poop that had smushed up to the front. Without warning the nurse took his ankles in her hand, and unceremoniously lifted his legs straight up in the air. This was an embarrassing position for Andy and felt his face burn as it turned red. He felt like a toddler as she wiped the mess from his bum with the relatively clean front of the diaper. Finally she folded the front down and opened the wipes with one hand as she held his ankles with the other. Taking one out she proceeded to clean his bottom up with the wipes. He liked this part as the wipes were always really warm and felt amazing. It took a few wipes, but eventually his entire bottom was cleaned of the poop. The nurse pulled the dirty diaper and the used wipes from under Andy and lowered his legs back to the bed. The nurse set the used diaper to the side on the cart without rolling it up. Then pulling a fresh diaper from the package she turned back to the bed. Opening the diaper she lifted Andy's legs once more and slid it into place underneath him. Andy had to admit, at least to himself, that the diaper really did feel nice. It was soft and cushiony, and once it was taped up he felt like someone was constantly hugging him. It felt amazing which left him feeling conflicted about them. He found he hoped he could keep wearing them after he went home, but he knew his mom would never allow it. Maybe Jeremy would let him wear them while he stayed with him though. The nurse spread rash cream across his entire diaper area, and finally closed the diaper and secured it snugly around his waist. The nurse stuck a forearm under his back then and lifted his small frame a bit from the bed. With her other hand she removed the bed pad from under him and pulled his shirt back down as she withdrew her hand from beneath him. "There we go all done." From here she moved to the cart with the soiled diaper. There she picked up the diaper and a small container. With this she dumped as much of the poop into the container as possible before closing the container and sealing it with some sticker. "What's that for?" Andy turned to see Jeremy had come back into the room. He watched quizzically as the nurse was working. "The doctor wanted a stool sample to make sure there wasn't anything more going on with his constipation. It's most likely just from the pain meds, but he would rather be safe." She moved and put the package of diapers back in the cabinet then pushed the cart back out of the room. Jeremy moved over to the bed and sat on the edge next to Andy. "Well I just got done talking to your case worker at DCS. You are gonna come stay with me for awhile. Do you think you would like that?" Andy nodded his head enthusiastically. He really liked this guy so far and hoped staying with him would be fun. Jeremy sat next to him and talked about everything he could think of. From what they could go out and do to have fun, and what his house looked like. They spent alot of time like that. Eventually they ran out of things to talk about and just sat in silence and watched Nick Jr. on the TV. Eventually the nurse came back in with dinner for Andy. She sat the food tray down on a table thing then rolled it over until it reached over the top of the bed. Then left the room saying she would be back in a bit to get the tray. Jeremy removed the lid from the plate on the tray to reveal some chicken strips, green beans, and mac and cheese. There was also a small roll, and a glass of apple juice. Andy ate with relish enjoying the food. He quickly finished the plate off and sat back. Leaned back as he was the front of his diaper was completely exposed. Jeremy examined it and noticed the yellow wetness indicator down the middle had turned completely blue. He got up off the bed and walked around to the cabinet. Andy watched him curiously the entire time. Jeremy reached down into the cabinet and pulled out some wipes and a fresh diaper, and turned back to the bed. He moved the table to the side away from the bed. "Hey buddy, you are quite wet there, how about we get you changed into a fresh diaper?" He asked, but it was more than a simple request. "You just need to scoot down a bit and lay back for me." Andy had gotten used to the nurses coming in and changing him, but he wasn't sure how he felt about Jeremey changing him. It felt more embarrassing somehow. After a moments hesitation though he followed the instructions and lay back for Jeremy. He quickly undid the diaper, removed it, cleaned up Andy with some wet wipes, and then secured a fresh diaper on him. Andy felt safe and secure the entire time. The rest of the evening went well as the two sat and talked about all kinds of things. Eventually Jeremy Asked Andy if he liked books, when Andy nodded he did, Jeremy asked if he would like him to read one. After he again nodded, Jeremy took the tablet and pulled up a picture book. "Now, this is one of my favorite books from when I was a child. It's called the very hungry caterpillar." Jeremy read this book and two more to Andy, but by the last one he was getting tired and his eyelids were starting to droop. Until finally they shut completely and he dozed off. *****Jeremy***** As he got about halfway trough the third book he realized that the young boy at his side was fast asleep. He had fallen asleep hugging the new dinosaur toy. He looked peaceful and happy, and Jeremy hoped he could get up without waking him. It had gotten late as they had sat talking. He had learned a lot about the young one in this time and had started to make plans for them for the next few weeks. He had already called Emma earlier and confirmed he would take Andy in with him. He just needed to spend a couple more days in the hospital while the doctors ran a couple more tests. Then he would come to stay with him. Possibly as his forever home. Jeremy was excited and nervous at the same time. He needed to go home and get some things settled and ready for Andy. Carefully he got up from the bed, plugged in the tablet to charge, and left the room. He let the nurses know Andy was asleep, and that he would be coming back to visit tomorrow. He left the hospital, made a stop at the local Walmart. He had finally remembered the show Andy had been enjoying was called Paw Patrol. He got some bedding supplies and kids towels in with those printed on them. From there he moved over to the baby aisle and stocked up on rash cream, baby oil cream, and powder. Lastly he looked at the diapers. There he found that Luvs had a print currently going which also featured the paw patrol show. He grabbed a case of size 6, and moved to the checkout. After checking out Jeremy drove home and went into the bedroom he regularly used for foster kids. There he unpacked the items and made up the bed with the items. He stored the box of diapers and supplies on a set of shelves built into the closet. He figured he might get something better latter on though. Afterwards he went online and began to look up things that Andy might enjoy doing. During their talk he has found that the boy had basically never went anywhere except the store, school, and where he lived. Jeremy planned to correct this. Every kid deserved to have trips and do things they would enjoy. He planned to give Andy a lot of new experiences. Chapter 2 A few days passed, and it was finally the day Andy would get to leave the hospital. He was excited but also anxious about going to stay with Jeremy. He knew it would be better than going back to his mom. He didn't even want to think about how mad she would be about this whole situation. His arm had started bothering him over the last few days as the Dr's had the pain meds slowly lessened. It still bothered him to think about it. He had been so scared the night it happened. He had never seen his mom that angry with him, and her boyfriend had tripped him when he tried to run from her angry tirade. He had tried to catch himself, but when he held his arm out, he felt a sharp pain as he impacted the floor. His mom had repeatedly hit him with the belt after that. He didn't blame her, though. If he was a better son and behaved, she wouldn't have to discipline him. That's what her boyfriend always told him. He said if Andy would just stay out of the way and quiet like a good boy, there wouldn't be any issue. It especially made her mad when Andy wet himself and needed help cleaning himself. That's what the punishment that night had been for. He had stayed in his room all that weekend to avoid her. His arm had really bothered him, and he had struggled immensely to get ready for school that Monday. He couldn't wait til his arm was healed. Maybe then his mom would take him back, and things would be better this time. He really loved his momma no matter what she did. The nurses knew this despite all she had put him through. He didn't know any different, though. They really hoped Jeremy would be able to provide him with a better home. They had grown to love this little boy over the weeks he had remained in their care. He was such a ball of joy once he had gotten to trust them. They didn't care that he struggled to talk. He smiled whenever they came into his room now rather than looking at them with wariness in his eyes. Jeremy had spent nearly every waking hour in the room with the child. Even when he had to work, he would bring his laptop and sit with him. It was such a beautiful thing to the nurses. This man who didn't owe the child anything. Was of no relation to him, but wouldn't let the boy remain here alone and scared. It seemed to help Andy come further out of his shell, and by the last couple of days, he had tried to talk in halting and stuttering words. The doctors claimed that with some time and therapy, he would most likely be able to communicate verbally without trouble. Jeremy was happy when they told him this as it meant that Andy would have one less struggle in his already complicated young life. Jeremy had planned out the next couple of weeks to make Andy as happy as possible and help him be more comfortable. He couldn't wait to take him out of the hospital at last. He had finished setting up the bedroom for him and hoped he loved it. *****Andy***** Andy was super excited to finally be getting to leave the hospital. The nurses had been really nice to him, but he really didn't like the food here, and he was insanely bored of sitting in bed all the time. At home, he rarely got to watch TV, so he enjoyed the novelty of that at first, but it had worn off after the second week straight. Looking forward to being able to go home with Jeremy, he tried his best to get dressed. He found it was difficult with his arm in a cast. It went from halfway up his upper arm, all the way over his wrist to the bottom of his fingers. He couldn't bend his elbow or close his hand fully. This caused him to struggle with pulling a shirt down or securing his pants. Finally, he gave up trying. He had his shirt over his right arm and over his head but couldn't figure out how to get his left arm in it. His pants were up, but he couldn't get the button secured without the use of both hands. The diaper didn't help as it made the jeans tighter than what he was used to. Sitting on the side of the bed, he resigned himself to wait for help and watched more TV. He found that he really enjoyed watching Paw Patrol, sunny patch friends, little bear, Blaze and the monster machines, and many other shows that came on Nick Jr. He no longer cared what the other kids would think of him watching "baby" shows. He enjoyed them, and he felt that was all that mattered. After a short while, a nurse came in to check on him. "Well, I never, look at you. Half dressed and lots of places to go. Do you need some help there?" She asked, pointing at his clothes. Andy nodded and stood from the bed. She first took the bottom of his shirt and rolled it up with the hole for his arm. She slipped this easily over his cast and pulled the shirt down to his waist. "Now, has your diaper been changed since this morning?" She asked, raising a single eyebrow in question. "No." Andy muttered in a low shy voice. "Well, we gotta take care of that before you get all dressed. Don't want it to leak out on your clothes." With that, she guided him back onto the bad and had him lay down. She lowered his pants to his ankles and turned to his bedside cabinet. Opening it, she didn't see the diaper where they usually were. "Now, where have your diapers gone off to?" She said, looking back at Andy. He pointed over to his bag, sitting on a chair in the corner. He had already been packing everything up to leave. He really was ready to get out of the hospital. She moved over to his small duffel bag and pulled out the pack of pampers size 7 diapers. After removing one and coming back to the bed, she unfolded the diaper and set it to the side. She proceeded to undo the tapes on his wet diaper and pull it open. She lifted his legs by the ankles and proceeded to pull the used diaper out and clean him up with a couple of wipes. After that was done, she placed the fresh diaper under his bottom and, after lowering his legs, taped it snugly into place. "There you're all clean and ready to go home." With this, she helped him stand up and secure his pants. "But I'm not going home. I'm going to stay with Mr. Jeremy at his house." He said a bit confused at her statement. The nurse had slipped a bit here. Since Andy didn't know he was going to be living with Jeremy for the foreseeable future. Jeremy had asked the nurses not to say anything as he didn't want Andy to get upset about not being able to go home to his mom. "Oh my bad, I just mis-spoke, hunny. Just habit to say you're going home when you leave." She said with a reassuring smile. "I'm sure you're gonna have all kinds of fun. Jeremy seems like a really nice guy." Andy nodded excitedly, "We are gonna have lots of fun. He said we would get to go to the fair, and he would take me to the zoo and the park." The nurse zoned out a bit as she bustled around the room, making sure her patient had everything and straightening up everything. Andy kept listing off places he had never been, but that he and Jeremy had talked about going to see. He was very excited to be able to finally enjoy all these things. Eventually, he ran out of places, though, and silence filled the room. "Well, it sounds like you have a lot of adventures ahead of you. Jeremy should be here shortly, and then you can finally get out of here and start on all those adventures." The nurse said to Andy as she turned away from the bed. "Why wait? We can get going right now." Jeremy was standing in the doorway. He had come in on the tail-end of Andy's long list. With a shout of joy, Andy jumped up from the bed and ran over to Jeremy. "Really? We go now?" "Of course, I've already finished the paperwork, and we are ready to go. Just gotta grab your things, and we are out of here." He walked over to the chair and grabbed the small duffel bag, holding everything Andy currently had. DCS had gotten him a few changes of clothes from his home. Unfortunately, most of what he had was ragged and barely acceptable as clothing. Most of the shirts were too small, and the ones that weren't often had holes all in them. He only had one pair of pants at the time, and it had holes in the legs and seat of them. Eventually, they had only been able to get a couple of t-shirts and one pair of shorts that were in acceptable condition for him. Once Jeremy had learned of this, he had taken it upon himself to get a couple sets of clothes for him to choose from to wear when he left. The bag was light. All it had in it was the tablet, a single pair of clothes, a pack of diapers the hospital provided for Andy, a small pack of wipes, and a tube of rash prevention ointment. Holding the bag, he walked back to Andy at the doorway. "Say goodbye to the nice nurses, and we will head out of here!" He said with a grin. Andy immediately lit up with a big grin and looked to the nurse. "Tank you for caring for me." He said, sounding younger than his 8 years. "No problem, Lil guy. You behave and stay out of trouble, hear?" She said as she tousled his already disheveled hair. He really would need to get him a good haircut, Jeremy thought to himself. Then the two left the room. Andy said bye to the nurses at the desk. A male nurse then handed him a small lollipop as they turned to leave. Andy immediately opened it and stuck it into his mouth as they walked to the elevator. Before long, they were in the parking garage and heading over to a small dark blue hatchback car. Jeremy opened the back door and tossed the duffel bag into the rear area of the car. Then he turned to Andy and picked him up under the arms. Lifting him, he turned and set him down in a car seat. It was a nice seat, Andy thought to himself. It was well cushioned and soft, and when Jeremy buckled the harness together, it was snug and not tight on him. He looked at Jeremy in confusion, though. He was 8, and 8 year olds weren't supposed to be in carseats like a baby. At least, that's what his mom said. "Sorry dude, it's the rules. DCS said I had to have a carseat for you. You're just too small to be without one. They said you have to be at least 4 foot 9 inches to be out of a booster seat. We also got to get some weight on you. You're only about 33 lbs right now and just over 3 feet tall. For your height and weight, this is the best seat I found that is appropriate. I know it sucks, but it is what it is. Safety is more important, ok?" Andy looked thoughtful, then just shrugged and nodded. He didn't really mind the seat. He just hadn't understood why he needed one now when his mom hadn't made him sit in one for a long time. "Can I have the tablet?" He asked Jeremy. So he reached back over the seat and grabbed the bag. Opening it, he quickly found the tablet and handed it to him. "Tank you." Andy said with a grin. Jeremy shut the door and got in the driver seat. Jeremy lived a bit out of the city, so it would take them about an hour to get there. Andy happily played on the tablet through the ride. After a while, he felt a cramp in his stomach. "Mr. Jeremy, I need to go poopy!" He said as the cramp worsened. "We are about 10 minutes from the house, buddy. There's nowhere to stop here, though. Try to hold it, but if you can't, that's OK. It's what the diaper is for." Andy looked out the window and saw open fields of grass that were fenced in. He didn't like to poop in the diapers. It felt weird and wrong to him. Most of his time in the hospital, they had allowed him to use the toilet for his poops once he stopped needing medicine for being constipated. After a couple more minutes of holding it, he lost the battle. With a small fart he felt the poo push out into the diaper. It quickly filled the seat of the diaper and squished into the middle. Being strapped into the carseat, he didn't have very far he could move. As such, it squished up into the front some before he finished. As he sat there, he felt the mushy mess on his backside and cringed a bit. He was glad it wasn't on the new clothes he had gotten, but he still did not care for the sensation at all. "You feel better now, bud?" Jeremy asked, looking at Andy in the rearview mirror. Andy nodded dejectedly as he tried to focus back on his tablet and ignore the sensations. "We are about to turn in the driveway. As soon as we get in, I'll take you straight to your room to get changed. Okay?" Andy nodded, feeling a bit better, knowing he wouldn't have to sit in the mess for long. Soon, they turned into a long driveway, just as Jeremy had said. It was a gravel driveway, though, and this caused Andy to bounce around in his seat. As he bounced, he could feel the poo being mushed around his butt and further up into the front of his diaper. This made him uncomfortable, and he would be really happy to have this diaper off. Finally, after passing through a row of thick trees, the house came into view. Andy's mouth got big as he looked out at what he thought was a mansion. In reality, it was just a newer style of the old farmhouse look. But to Andy, who had only lived in the city in small apartments, it was gigantic. Jeremy pulled up to the side of the house and got out. Then, opening the back door, he unbuckled Andy and carried him inside and upstairs to the bedrooms. There, he opened the first door to the right. Inside the room was painted a clear ocean blue color, on the walls were hanging lots of dinosaur decor. There were two dressers, each a white color, one that was tall and had 5 drawers, the other was long with six really wide drawers. On top of the tall dresser was a statue of a Triceratops and a couple of pachycephalosaurs on each side of it (for those who don't know the pachycephalosaurus is the "head-butting" dinosaur). On the long dresser was set a thick pad, and at the end was a hanging piece filled with diapers, lotion, powder, and wipes. On the opposite side of the room was a twin bed. The bed was a dinosaur cover and a pillowcase with a T-Rex roaring on it. "I decorated this room with dinosaurs. I know you said you liked dinosaurs, so I hoped you would like this. Do you?" Jeremy asked, still holding Andy in his arms. Andy nodded with a big grin. He didn't just like it. He LOVED it. He had never had his own room, let alone one decorated in a way he liked. From there, Jeremy laid him on the changing mat and proceeded to undo his pants. Pulling them down and then off, he revealed the heavily soiled diaper. He could see from the outside, the brown had moved up into the front of the diaper. This was a big mess. Instead of changing him, Jeremy had him sit up and remove his t-shirt. "OK, change of plans, big guy. We are instead going to go get in the bathtub and clean you up that way." He then picked Andy up under the arms and carried him through the house to the hallway bathroom on his hip. There, he placed Andy on the toilet. This room was a light grey color. On the toilet lid was a dark blue padded cover that had a picture of the paw patrol on it. The rug in front of the tup also had chase and rubble on it. Andy thought this was really cool as he looked around. On the counter next to the sink was a soap dispenser that was shaped like Marshall, and hanging from the towel rack was a kids towel with Chase on it. You could tell this was meant to be a kids' bathroom. After getting the water right, Jeremy picked up Andy and stood him in the shower. There, he removed the diaper, wiping as much mess off as possible. Turning, he threw the diaper in a small bin next to the toilet. He then used the handheld sprayer to wash the mess off of Andy. After being thoroughly scrubbed down and cleaned off, Jeremy hung the sprayer back up in the shower head. "Now you ready to get out, or would you want to play in the water for a bit?" Andy thought about it for a second. He had never really had the opportunity to play in the bathtub. His mom has always just quickly washed him and made him get out. He was interested, but though he would rather wait. He was too excited to explore the rest of the house. "No, want out." He said. He was anxious and nervous and wanted to explore to hopefully alleviate some of that feeling. Jeremy grabbed the towel and wrapped it around Andy, drying him off, then lifting him out of the tub with it. He reached behind Andy and grabbed something. Coming back forward, he pulled something up over his head. As they moved past the mirror, Andy could see it was hood that came up as part of the towel. On the top was a pair of rounded dog ears set on what looked like Chase's police helmet. Andy giggled a bit at the sight, but he absolutely loved it. They walked back over to the first bedroom, where Jeremy picked him back up and set him on the dresser. There, he proceeded to put a fresh diaper on Andy. Andy was conflicted about this. The nurses had said he had to wear them while at the hospital. He assumed that meant he could go back to normal underwear after he got out. He wanted to be normal and wear underwear like a big kid, but at the same time, he really liked the way the diapers felt. Plus, he hated the way his pants felt when he would accidently wet them. "Why diapur? Nurthe said only for hothpital." Andy asked his nervousness, making his speech even worse in the moment. "Well buddy, that's because you need them. The doctors told me about the accidents you were having and the tests that ran to try to find the problem. What they found was that your bladder just wasn't developed enough to hold much in it, and your nerves aren't transmitting when you need to use the bathroom they way they should. Do you understand what all that means?" Andy had understood some of it but was confused about some parts. So he shrugged his shoulders, not sure what to say. "Well, do you know what telephone wires are?" Andy nodded at this they had learned about telephone lines in school. Though they rarely got used anymore since people mostly used cellphones now. "Well, think of it like this. Your internal organs are kind of like their own buildings. The nerves are like telephone wires that lead from those buildings to a main building, which is the brain, so they can tell it what is going on. Make sense so far?" Andy nodded following along. "Well, in your case, the bladder buildings telephone wires aren't working correctly. Due to this, the message about when your bladder is full isn't making it to the brain all the time. That's why you have accidents without knowing you need to go to the bathroom." Andy started to tear up a bit at this. Did that mean he would never be able to use the bathroom like everyone else? He wasn't sure how to feel about all this. "Hey, it's OK, it's not something you can control. The doctors hope that as you grow and get bigger that things will kind of work their way out and start to operate properly. They said that since you aren't retaining your pee, then it would be best to just keep you in diapers. That way you won't wet your clothes and no one has to know about your problems." With that, he grabbed a diaper from the end of the dresser. Andy saw that it was slightly purple and had pictures of all the paw patrol dogs on it. "Now let's get you into this diaper, then you can go check out the house and play. OK?" Andy nodded. After a couple of weeks wearing the diapers, he decided he preferred them to wearing wet clothes or a wet bed. Quickly, with a practiced hand, Jeremy got Andy into a fresh diaper. He used some baby oil to help protect his skin and then sprinkled some powder on him to help keep his skin soft and comfortable in the diaper. Then he closed the diaper up and helped Andy down to the floor. Then, moving to the closet, he grabbed out a shirt with Pokémon on it. Pulling it over Andy's head first, he then helped him get his arms through the holes. Then he took Andy's good hand and walked towards the door. Andy, however, tugged back. "Wha bou pans?" He asked with a worried expression. "You mean pants?" Jeremy asked, unsure. Andy nodded quickly. He may be OK with the diaper, but what if someone saw him in one. He would get made fun of then. "Aww, you don't need pants, buddy." He said with a grin, then with a serious look he thought for a moment. "Are you worried about someone seeing your diaper?" Andy nodded, looking at the floor. "You ain't gotta worry about that. I don't have any nearby neighbors who could see you. We are surrounded by trees. Besides what's it matter if they did. I wouldn't let anyone mess with you. You're my new and best little buddy no matter what." He said the last with a tickle to Andy's stomach, making him laugh and giggle some. "But I need to be able to easily see if you're wet. That way, I can get you changed when needed. No pants are the easiest way to do that. Don't worry if we leave the house you will have pants though. Is that ok?" He asked the last, but Andy was sure it wouldn't matter if he was OK with it. Thankfully, his fears had been quietened with Jeremy's reassurances. With that, Jeremy took him downstairs and showed him around the house. There was a big living room with a TV on the wall over a fireplace and a couch opposite it. The kitchen was huge with lots of silver appliances. The counter tops were a dark grey marble like surface with white veins. The fridge had two doors and was fully stocked with lots of food and juice boxes. There was a pantry where Jeremy kept lots of kid snacks for when he had Foster kids as well. It had little bags of goldfish, fruit gummies, and lots of other individual snacks. There was a den that led to the back porch on the other side of the kitchen. In there were a bunch of kid toys ranging from toddler toys up to action figures and transformers for older kids. From here, Andy could see out the big bay window to the large backyard. Jeremy had one of the really cool swing sets back there that looked like part of a pirate ship. It was sitting under a massive oak tree, and in the tree was a large tree house just waiting for Andy to play in it. He had fantasized about what it would be like to have a tree house, everything he saw one in a show or movie. He ran to the window, pressing his hands and face to it. "Wooooooowwwww!" He exclaimed a huge grin on his face. "Yea, there is a lot to do out back there. The property is fully fenced in with a 9 foot tall fence, so no one else can get back here without coming through the house. More importantly, no one can see you playing out here so you can be dressed however you need to be while playing, and not have to worry about being seen. I only have one rule for you, though. You can't play in the tree house without me or someone bigger out there with you. It would be too easy for you to fall and get hurt, and we don't want that." Jeremy gave him a stern look with this last, and Andy nodded that he understood. "Good. Now how about we make some lunch." At the thought of food, Andy's stomach let out a big growl. "Well, it sounds like someone is about to starve over here. How would you like my famous one of a kind grilled cheese sandwich?" Andy giggled as he was tickled some more. Then nodded. After all the nasty hospital food, a grilled cheese sounded awesome! "With that, I'll make up some fries too. Sound good?" Andy nodded again, then ran to the kitchen. Jeremy cooked up lunch for the two of them then, after Andy demolished the entirety of what he had, they went back upstairs. Up there, Jeremy showed him a large open room to the right of the stairs. In it was a desk with a computer setup, a TV on the wall with shelves mounted below it, bean bag chairs, a cloth thing mounted to the ceiling with a seat pad inside Jeremy called it a pod indoor swing, and a small wall shelf to the side of the TV with some books and various controllers on it. On the shelves under the TV were the newest game consoles. Andy had never really played video games very much, but he couldn't wait to try them. "This is the game slash entertainment room for kids when they stay with me. You can play on whatever you want. There are lots of games available for download on each console. If there is a game that you find you want and it's not available on there, just let me know, and we will look at it together to see if it's appropriate for your age. If it is, I will get it for you." With this, he sat on the floor next to Andy. "Now we do need to talk about something else. I have to get you enrolled in school out here. I have a few options for you with this. The first is the public school here. It's not the greatest, but it's not the worst, especially when you take into account that we are outside the city and it's just a rural county school. The second is a special school where they help kids like you who have extra needs. They could help you with your speech, or just with alternative ways to communicate like the tablet we used. Last is online homeschooling. This desk would be your school computer, and you would be able to stay here all day in a safe environment. This option is the safest, but I also feel it limits you on meeting other kids your age." He watched Andy the entire time he was explaining these and saw the excitement over the second choice, and even more excitement over the third. "I see you like the latter two better, so we will go ahead and skip the public school altogether. Now I would like you to at least come with me to see the other school, and meet some of the teachers there. If you like it we will try it first. If you don't like it, or we don't think it will be a good fit, we will just come right back here and do the homeschooling." Andy nodded his acceptance of this. He thought the idea of homeschooling would be the best, but he did want to make friends, so maybe the actual school would be better. He was willing to give it a shot, at least. "tHas oK." He managed to get out. The Th sound came out with more emphasis on the H than the T. "Good, I'm glad you're excited. It won't be for a few more days, but I will get everything set up, and we will go check it out. By the way, where is your tablet?" He asked, noticing he didn't have it with him. "N car. E dea." Andy said. "OK, well, I'll get it here in a bit and put it on the charger. First, there is one more room I want to show you. I wasn't sure how you would feel about it, so I made up both rooms for you and thought I would let you pick." With that, he led Andy down the hallway past the stairs, bathroom, and the first bedroom to one last room. Opening the door, he let Andy walk in. Inside Andy found a room made for a toddler. The entire room was paw patrol themed. With a chest/shelf that had balls, giant Legos, blocks, and other toys in it. A playset table and chairs with a bin that held playdough in it against the wall. Underneath were some more bins with coloring books and crayons filling them. The hardwood floor had a large rug over it that was striped with multiple shades of blue, and lastly, it was another twin bed. But instead of dinosaurs, this one had paw patrol themed covers and sheets on it. The bed had been modified as well to look like a toddler bed with rails that raised up higher than the bed on either side. The headboard, footboard, and rails all also had pictures from paw patrol shows and movies on them. Andy felt confused and conflicted about the room. He thought it was so cool, but also felt that he shouldn't like it cause he was too old for this stuff. He just wasn't sure how he was supposed to feel, but he knew he did like all this stuff. He would definitely like for this to be his room. "So what do you think? Do you like it?" Jeremy asked Andy as he walked around the room. Andy turned to him from the foot of the bed and just kinda shrugged his shoulders while giving him an odd look. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, moving over and kneeling down next to him. "Ooo ol. Shoud hav ig oy suff." He said this but looked more and more dejected as he said it. "Hey, you are never too old for things you enjoy. If you like this stuff, then that it ok. If you don't, then you don't have to stay in here." Andy looked up startled, "I like. Jus don wan be weer." He said, lowering his head back down with each word. It took Jeremy a few seconds to figure out what was said, but then he replied. "Aw hell, everyone is weird. The ones who say they aren't are just miserable from trying to hide the things that make them weird and happy." He laughed as he said this. "Look, nothing you like or want will make me think you are weird. I just want you to be happy. I just thought you would like this stuff with how much you seemed to like the show in the hospital." "bU, is a bayee sow." He said, looking up at Jeremy. "No, it's just a TV show. It is made for people to enjoy and maybe teach a few life lessons like how to treat one another. There is no age limit on the show, though. You can enjoy it at any age. But even if it was a baby show, it wouldn't matter to me. You could still watch it and enjoy it. Heck, you could use pacifiers and drink from bottles for all I care. As long as you are happy and healthy, that is what matters most to me." He smiled at Andy, and finally, Andy smiled back. It was small at first but quickly grew as he processed everything that Jeremy had said. Then he threw his arms around Jeremy's neck and gave him a hug. Something he hadn't done with anyone in a long time. Shocked at first, Jeremy patted him on the back a few times and then gave him a small squeeze back. "Fank ou." Andy said with his head buried in his shoulder. "I wil seep here." He said as he let go and pulled back. "OK, well, I'll move the dressers into here then, and you can go play downstairs. We will keep the other room done up just in case you wanna switch back or if we have company over." Andy nodded in acknowledgment and took off downstairs. He immediately went for the playroom that led outside. With a quick look, he made sure that there really wasn't no one in sight, then took off out the door for the swing set. He played there for a couple of hours, going up and down the slide, swinging, and having a few pirate adventures aboard his ship. Finally he was getting bored so he went inside to the toy room. There, he played with a mixture of the action figures from TV shows and games and the more toddler like toys like a bus with shaped holes and figures from various young children shows. He had a lot of fun mixing the different toys together and making his own stories with them. Finally, after playing for a couple more hours, his stomach started growling at him again. Looking up, he realized the sun was going down outside. Getting up, he went to find Jeremy. Eventually, he found him in an office room that was next to the front door of the house. "I hungy." Andy said as he moved up to Jeremy's desk. "Hey there, I was just thinking about what we should get for dinner. Time got away from me while I was catching up on some work. I don't think I will have enough time to make anything. How about we. Order. Some. PIZZA." He said the last with an exclamation of excitement. Andy jumped up and down, nodding his head. He LOVED pizza. "OK, so do you like anything on your pizza or just cheese?" "Cheeze." Andy said with a grin. "OK, well, I'll order that, and it will be here in just a bit." With a few quick keystrokes, he sent the order off to the pizza place. Then he stood up and walked around the desk. Looking down at Andy, he could see his diaper was full nearly too bursting. So, picking him up, he carried him up the bedroom. As they entered the bedroom, Andy saw that both dressers had been moved in here along with the dinosaur decorations that had been on top of it. And before Jeremy turned on the lights and could see that the horns on the Triceratops were glowing in the dark. It looked so cool! He thought to himself. Jeremy laid him on the changing dresser and proceeded to remove the wet diaper. The outside of which was brown with dirt and mud from Andy playing outside in it. Quickly, he got him changed into fresh diaper. Then, he carried him back downstairs. He deposited Andy on the couch in the living room and turned on the TV. "How about you watch a movie. How about the new toy story?" Andy nodded his head adamantly, so Jeremy turned it on and went back to work. After a short while, the doorbell rang, and Andy jumped up and ran to the door excited for some pizza. He had totally forgotten how he was dressed till he was standing there in the doorway next Jeremy with a pizza delivery lady handing him the pizzas. "Aww, look at this cutie. He is so handsome." She said as she bent down to him. She was a fairly short lady, with cropped brown hair, and dazzling green eyes. She looked like she was maybe 19 or 20 to Jeremy, but looked like any other grown up to Andy. Andy felt immediately hesitant and hid behind one of Jeremy's legs. "Don't worry about him. He takes a bit to warm up to new people." "Well darn. Now, who am I supposed to give this to?" And seemingly from nowhere, she produced a dumdum sucker. Holding out to Andy, he saw it was watermelon flavored. Hesitantly, he reached out and received it from her. "Tank ou." He said as he turned and ran off down the hallway, embarrassment coloring his face. Jeremy talked with the delivery lady for a few more minutes, then closed the door and brought the pizza to the kitchen. Then called Andy to come eat. They sat in a couple of stools at the island and ate together. Jeremy told him everything he had learned about the school they were going to go check out. Jeremy had even already gotten an appointment for Monday to have a tour. Andy felt both so excited he could barely contain it and so nervous it made his belly feel like it was doing flips. He really hoped it would be a good school. Preferably without any mean kids there. *****Jeremy***** After they finished eating, Jeremy put up what was left of the pizza in the fridge. Then, carrying Andy, he went back to the living room. There he found a Disney movie and they sat and watched it. About halfway through, Andy fell fast asleep leaning into Jeremy's side. He looked so cute and peaceful, he thought. He almost didn't want to disturb him, but he could see that it was time for another diaper change. Picking Andy up didn't cause him to stir at all, and Jeremy was able to take him upstairs and lay him on the changing table before he groggily came awake. "Shhhh gonna get you changed then you can go back to sleep." Quickly he changed out the wet diaper for a clean one. He took an extra step here though and pulled a pair of black shorts up his legs. At the waist was two lengths of cloth that velcroed together snugly. "This will keep anything from leaking on the bed. Now let's get you tucked in for the night." With that he got Andy laid out and under the covers with them pulled up to his chin. Lastly before he left he reached over and turned a switch on the Triceratops. The horns lit up with a low soft glow. This gave a gentle light to the room much like a nightlight would. Turning back he saw that Andy was already back to sleep. He left the room leaving the door cracked and made his way downstairs. There he spent some time on his computer. He would flick back and forth between doing work for a few minutes and then looking things up to take Andy to. He ended up finding a few events he thought Andy would absolutely love and buying tickets for them. Lastly he got some appointments made for him and finished up what he needed to do for work. Then looking at the clock he saw it was already after 11. That little scamp is probably gonna be up bright and early. I better turn in or I won't be in any shape to handle him in the morning. He thought to himself. He grabbed the tablet and its charger off his desk, and with that he went upstairs. He quietly hooked the tablet up in Andy's room and left tit to charge overnight. Then, he went to his room, took a shower, and turned in for the night.

I was tired of vanilla I'd been boring too long Like a worn out recording Of a favorite song So while I should have been sleepin' I read kink stories in bed And in a personal notice There was this letter I read If you like leashes and collars Until your whining in pain If youre not that vanilla If you have half a brain If you like making love in outfits And underwear with the tapes Then I'm the love you've looked for To tie up and berate I didn't think about my old life Or the places I've been I had just gotten to tired Had fallen into the same old dull routine So I wrote to the website Took out a personal ad And though I'm nobody's poet I thought it wasn't half bad Yes, I like leashes and collars And being spanked into pain I'm am much into bondage I am into roleplay Weve got to meet on the same page In underwear with the tapes At a club called the Masters' Where we'll begin our new games So I put on my collars And underwear with the tapes I knew right in that instant That there'd be no escape So I met my lovely lady And she said, "Mmm you'll do" Then we laughed for a moment And I said, "I always knew" That I like leashes and collars Until your whining in pain If youre not that vanilla If you have half a brain If you like making love in outfits And underwear with the tapes Then I'm the love you've looked for To tie up and berate

Chapter 1: Mikey sat in the passenger seat of Emily's car, his mind racing with a chaotic swirl of fear and confusion. The drive to her apartment was a silent torment, the only sound the low hum of the engine and the rustle of leaves that seemed to whisper ominous secrets outside. He couldn't believe how quickly his life had spiraled out of control. One moment he was a confident college student, and in the next, he found himself blackmailed into a bizarre and unsettling situation. As they pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex, Mikey’s heart pounded violently in his chest. “What’s going to happen when we get inside?” he thought, his stomach churning with dread. He reluctantly followed Emily up the stairs, each step feeling heavier than the last. She unlocked the door and it creaked open, revealing a cozy apartment bursting with whimsical décor that only intensified his anxiety. “Welcome to my little sanctuary!” Emily chirped, a wide grin plastered across her face, but there was something unsettling in her cheerfulness. Mikey grimaced, trying to mask his discomfort. “Sanctuary?” he echoed nervously, scanning the room for an escape. She led him through the living room, past a kitchenette adorned with colorful, childlike magnets, and into a dim hallway. Pausing at the door to a room that felt distinctly different, she turned to him, her expression almost predatory. “Are you ready for this, Mikey? I promise it’ll be… unforgettable,” she whispered, her voice dripping with a mix of sweetness and something darker. Mikey’s eyes widened in horror as he took in the sight of the door painted a soft pastel blue, a small, childish doorknob gracing the handle. A strange blend of curiosity and dread washed over him, his instincts screaming that he should run. “What lies behind that door?” he thought, a shiver creeping down his spine. "Come in, Mikey," Emily said, her voice soft but firm, an unsettling sweetness lacing her words. She pushed the door open, revealing a room that felt like a haunting dreamscape. The walls were adorned in pastel hues that whispered innocence, while the furniture, all scaled down to a child’s size, created an unsettling atmosphere. Toys lay scattered like forgotten memories, and in the corner stood a crib that seemed to loom larger than life. The most chilling sight, however, was the array of adult baby items neatly arranged on shelves and tucked away in drawers, each object a stark reminder of the reality he was being pulled into. Mikey's eyes widened in shock, his stomach knotting. "Emily, what is this place?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as dread settled heavily in his chest. Emily turned to him, her expression shifting to something more serious, almost predatory. "This is my special room, Mikey. It's where I come to be myself," she stated, a strange delight flickering in her eyes. "And now, it's where you're going to learn to be my baby boy." His mind raced, battling disbelief and fear. "Emily, I can’t do this! I can't be your... your baby boy. This is insane!" The word slipped from his lips, desperation creeping into his tone. Emily's expression hardened, her gaze narrowing like a hawk sizing up its prey. "You don't have a choice, Mikey," she said, her voice cold and unyielding. "You cheated on that exam, and if I tell anyone, your life will be ruined. Expelled. Your future, gone. But if you do as I say," she leaned in closer, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper, "I'll keep your secret safe." Mikey felt a surge of anger and frustration boiling within him, a scream rising in his throat. Yet, deep down, the fear of losing everything choked him. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself against the whirlwind of emotions. "What... what do I have to do?" he asked, his voice trembling, the weight of his fate hanging in the air between them. Emily's face softened slightly, her voice low and soothing. "It's simple, Mikey. You just need to embrace this new identity. You'll wear diapers, and I'll take care of you like a baby. You’ll learn to trust me, and in time, you’ll see that this is the best thing for you." Mikey's stomach churned at the thought, his heart racing in his chest. "But Emily, I don’t—" he started, a tremor of panic creeping into his voice. He had always been independent and self-reliant; the idea of regressing to a baby-like state was terrifying, an abyss he felt himself teetering on. But he knew he had no choice. He nodded, his eyes downcast, a lump forming in his throat. Emily smiled, her eyes glinting with a mix of satisfaction and excitement. "Good boy," she cooed, her tone unmistakably manipulative. "Now, let’s get you changed." As she led him to a small changing table, Mikey's heart raced. "Please, Emily... I can’t do this," he whimpered, feeling a suffocating wave of humiliation wash over him. "Shh, Mikey," she said firmly, her grip unyielding as she began to undress him, peeling away his clothes like layers of a carefully constructed facade. With each garment that fell away, his sense of control slipped further into the shadows. He cried out softly, "Stop! I don’t want this!" Emily's response was calm and collected, her hands steady as she removed his last shred of independence—his underwear. "You need to accept this," she insisted, gently slipping a diaper around his waist. The soft fabric enveloped him, and with it came a strange, conflicting mix of shame and something he loathed to admit: relief. "Emily… please," he begged, his voice breaking as she fastened the diaper in place with a practiced touch. When she helped him into a onesie, the soft fabric clung to his skin, and he felt utterly exposed, as if he had lost all control over his body and his life. Emily stepped back, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "There you go, Mikey," she said sweetly, a cruel smile spreading across her face. "You look perfect." Mikey looked down at himself, his mind racing. A tumultuous tide of shame crashed over him, mingling with an unsettling fear and a perverse sense of relief. He felt trapped, utterly bound to Emily's whims, yet there was an inevitable pull that compelled him to submit to her plan. Emily's voice sliced through his turmoil as she led him toward the small crib nestled in the corner of the room. "It’s time for your nap, baby boy. You need to rest and get used to your new life," she said, her tone deceptively sweet. Panic surged in Mikey’s chest. "No, Emily, please! I can’t—" he stammered, his heart pounding wildly. He didn’t want to be in this room, in this diaper, in this crib. Her eyes, unwavering and cold, met his. "You don’t have a choice, Mikey. You’re mine now. Just relax." With that, he lay down, his body trembling with fear and humiliation. Emily's hands, gentle yet resolute, tucked him in. The soft fabric of the sheets felt heavy against his skin, a tangible reminder of his helplessness. As she turned to leave, Mikey's heart sank into despair. "Emily, don't leave me!" he cried out, his voice barely a whisper. The door clicked shut, sealing him in darkness. A wave of despair washed over him as he grappled with the reality of his situation. He was trapped in a world devoid of control, where his very existence hinged on Emily's desires. He shut his eyes tightly, trying to block out the terror that enveloped him. But the soft hum of the room and the rustle of the sheets only amplified his dread. As he drifted into an uneasy sleep, Mikey's mind raced with haunting questions. What awaited him in this unfamiliar life? Would he ever reclaim his old self? He knew the journey ahead was fraught with fear, but there was no turning back. He was Emily’s baby boy now, and he was inextricably tied to her whims. Emily, watching from the doorway, saw an opportunity for mischief. She had always been a meticulous planner, and this was no exception. Armed with her camera, she tiptoed into the room, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and malice. “This is going to be perfect,” she whispered to herself, a wicked grin stretching across her face. She snapped playful photos of Mikey in the crib, capturing every detail of his vulnerable state. The soft click of the camera shutter was barely audible, yet it echoed ominously in Mikey's subconscious, stirring a deep sense of unease. With a gentle but deliberate touch, Emily placed a blue pacifier in Mikey's mouth. “Sleep tight, baby boy,” she cooed softly, her voice dripping with mock tenderness. He stirred slightly, his lips parting instinctively to accept the foreign object, but he remained blissfully unaware of her presence. “Just a little longer…” she murmured, her heart swelling with twisted satisfaction. This was her moment, her triumph. She had him exactly where she wanted him. Hours passed, and the room grew darker as the sun began to set. Mikey eventually stirred awake, his eyes fluttering open to the dim light filtering through the curtains. The first thing he noticed was the pacifier in his mouth, and a surge of frustration and embarrassment washed over him. “What the...?” he exclaimed, his voice trembling with disbelief and fury as he spat it out, his eyes wide with a mix of confusion and anger. “Emily! What did you do?!” "Emily, I’m done with these baby games!" Mikey shot back, his voice trembling with a blend of fear and determination. He sat up rigidly in the crib, gripping the colorful rails as if they were his only anchor. Emily, lurking just outside the door, sauntered into the room with a slow, smug smile that sent chills down his spine. With a flourish, she whipped out her phone, her fingers gliding over the screen as she thumbed through a gruesome gallery of their shared secrets. "Oh really?" she mused, her voice playful yet laced with an unmistakable edge. "Because if you keep this up, I might just have to share these delightful snapshots—like the one where you were caught cheating on that test,” she warned, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. Mikey felt his heart thunder in his chest, the walls of the room closing in like a trap. Each image on her phone was a haunting reminder of his powerlessness, igniting a storm of despair within him. The vibrant colors of the nursery, with their cheerful innocence, felt like cruel taunts against his fragile dignity. "Emily, please… don’t,” he whispered, his voice barely a breath, knowing full well the stakes of his defiance. Emily's eyes glimmered with a twisted mixture of satisfaction and disdain. "You know, Mikey," she taunted, her voice dripping with mockery, "you have no choice but to do as I say. Embrace this new life, or... well, let's just say the consequences won't be pretty. The choice is all yours, darling." Mikey's mind whirled, a tempest of fear, anger, and desperation crashing within him. The walls seemed to close in, suffocating him with dread. He took a deep, shaky breath, trying to summon some semblance of resolve. "What do you want from me, Emily?" he asked, his voice barely piercing the thick tension, trembling on the edge of anxiety. Emily leaned closer, her smile widening into something predatory, her eyes sparkling with a sinister excitement. "I want you to be my baby boy, Mikey," she purred, her tone syrupy sweet yet laced with malice. "I want you to trust me, to surrender yourself to me... Let me take care of you, and I promise," she leaned in even closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "I'll keep your little secret safe, hidden away from the world." Mikey felt the weight of her words pressing down on him, anger surging within him like a storm. His heart pounded, desperate to rebel, to fight back against this twisted demand, but he could see the iron grip she had on his life. Defeated, he nodded, his gaze falling to the floor. "What do I have to do?" he asked, his voice barely a murmur, filled with a mixture of resignation and dread. Emily's face softened slightly, a mixture of warmth and something else—was it possessiveness? "It's simple, Mikey," she said, her voice low and persuasive. "You just need to embrace this new identity. You'll wear diapers, and I'll take care of you like a baby. Picture it—no worries, no responsibilities. Just let go of everything." Mikey's stomach churned at the thought. "But I... I don't want to be a baby, Emily!" His voice trembled, a mix of defiance and fear. The idea of regression felt like a dark cloud looming over him. He had always been independent and self-reliant, and the thought of surrendering to this terrifying fate left him breathless. Emily leaned closer, her eyes locking onto his with an unsettling intensity. "You don’t have to fight it, Mikey. You can trust me. Just think about how safe you’ll feel, how loved. In time, you'll see this is the best thing for you." He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but every word she spoke sank deeper into his mind, registering the conflict of submission versus his desperate need for survival. "What if I don't want to?" he whispered, his voice barely above a tremor. Chapter 2: Mikey's heart pounded violently in his chest as Emily approached the crib, her eyes glinting like dark jewels filled with excitement and determination. She lowered the rail, her fingers brushing against his as she gently helped him out, guiding him like a toddler. Mikey’s face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and simmering anger, but deep down, he knew he had no choice; defiance was futile. Emily's grip was unyielding, and the warning in her eyes felt like a storm looming on the horizon. As she helped him onto the changing table, her movements were slow and deliberate, as if she relished this control. She began by checking his diaper, her fingers sliding into the leg holes with an unsettling familiarity. Mikey clenched his legs together, panic rising in his chest as he realized the urgent pressure building inside him. He had been holding it in for too long, and now it felt like a volcano ready to erupt. “Mikey, you’re all dry,” Emily said, her voice dripping with a sickly sweetness that made his stomach churn. “You know, it’s much easier to use your diaper than to go to the bathroom. You can trust me on this.” Mikey’s eyes widened in disbelief, his voice a desperate whisper. “Emily, I can’t do this! I can’t just... use a diaper like a baby. I’m not a baby!” But Emily’s smile remained unwavering, her gaze piercing into him like a drill. “You can and you will, Mikey. It’s for your own good. You need to learn to trust me and let go of your old habits. This is the first step in becoming my baby boy.” The words hung in the air, thick and suffocating, while Mikey felt his heart race in horror. Mikey's heart pounded in his chest, his mind frantically searching for an escape from this humiliating situation. He attempted to defy her, but Emily, with her cunning and mischievous nature, had already anticipated his every move. She caressed his thighs, her touch a mixture of tenderness and authority. "Shh, my sweet boy. It's time to let go, to embrace your new identity. Wet the diaper, my little one, and become my baby." "Please, Emily," Mikey pleaded, his voice cracking with shame. "I can't... I won't do this." He tried to pull away, but his efforts were futile against her unwavering control. Emily's eyes sparkled with amusement as she leaned closer, her breath warm on his cheek. "Oh, but you will, my dear Mikey. You'll learn to love it, just as you've learned to love your new mommy." Her fingers trailed up and down his legs, sending shivers through his body. "Sing with me, baby. 'Diaper change time, diaper change time, Mikey's got to pee, pee, pee...'" Mikey's cheeks burned, his resistance crumbling under the weight of her words and touch. The nursery rhyme echoed in his mind, mocking his struggle. He clenched his teeth, desperately trying to maintain control. Emily's voice rose in intensity, her delicate fingers meticulously tracing patterns along his thighs. "Let it go, Mikey. It's okay. You can do it. Just be a good baby for me." Her gaze was unwavering, as if she could see right through his disguise. Mikey's heart raced, tears of frustration and embarrassment pooling in his eyes. "I... I can't, Emily!" he stammered, his voice trembling. The weight of his shame felt unbearable as he clutched the fabric of his shorts. But despite his desperate attempt to hold back, his body betrayed him. With a final, agonizing struggle, his bladder released, warmth spreading and filling the confines of the diaper. A crushing wave of shame washed over him as reality settled in—he couldn’t stop it. Emily’s smile transformed into a triumphant grin, her eyes sparkling with delight. "See, Mikey? You really are my baby that needs his diaper. Wasn’t that easy? Just trust me, and I promise I’ll take such good care of you." Her voice dripped with condescension, each word a reminder of his vulnerability. Mikey blushed deeply, his face turning a bright crimson as the weight of his humiliation washed over him. “No! This can’t be happening!” he gasped, his voice trembling. He couldn’t believe what had just unfolded. He had lost control, and Emily had effortlessly claimed victory over him. “You… you wouldn’t!” he stammered, his heart racing with a mix of anger and deep embarrassment. “Oh, sweetie,” Emily cooed, her tone dripping with playful mockery, “this is just the beginning. You’re my little baby now. Isn’t that exciting?” Mikey’s eyes widened, his breath hitching at her words. A strange sense of relief mingled with dread filled him; he was trapped in this twisted new reality, a world where he was reduced to a helpless infant, utterly under Emily's thumb. “I-I can’t do this…” he whispered, feeling the walls of his pride closing in. “Oh, but you can—just look at you!” she teased, a wicked smile spreading across her face. “And you’re going to love it, my little one.” He swallowed hard, knowing he had no idea what else she had in store for him, but the thrill of submission both scared and exhilarated him. Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as he lay there, the wetness between his legs betraying him. "N-no, Emily, p-please..." he stammered, his voice weak and childlike. "I... I don't wanna be a baby no more. P-please let me go." But his pleas fell on deaf ears. Emily's smirk widened, her eyes sparkling with a cruel delight. "Aww, poor baby Mikey is all wet. Does he need his mommy to change him?" She leaned close, her breath hot on his ear. "Or maybe you like this, huh? Maybe you want to feel the shame of peeing yourself, all warm and wet. Is that it, baby?" With each word, she tightened the restraints, ensuring his helplessness. "You're my little baby boy now, and I decide when you get to feel good. And right now, I want you to squirm and blush, knowing that I can make you cum in your diaper, and there's nothing you can do to stop it." As she spoke, she trailed the tip of the wand along his body, avoiding any pleasure points, just teasing and tantalizing. "You're so cute when you're blushing, Mikey. Such a pretty baby. And soon, you'll be all sticky and sweet, just like a good little abdl." Mikey's eyes bulged with sheer panic, his breath catching in his throat as the impending mortification dawned on him. "Emily, stop, please!" he pleaded, his voice cracking under the weight of his dread. He struggled frantically against the unyielding bonds, his efforts only serving to heighten his sense of helplessness. "You can't do this, I—I can't bear it!" Emily's smirk remained fixed, her eyes sparkling with mischievous delight. She leaned closer, her voice adopting a playful, maternal tone. "Hush now, little one. Mommy's here to take care of you." With a calculated move, she positioned the vibrating massager against the front of his diaper, the intense vibrations reverberating through his most sensitive areas. Mikey's cheeks burned with shame as his body betrayed him, responding instinctively. His manhood stiffened, the evidence of his arousal becoming painfully obvious within the damp confines of his diaper. The conflicting sensations of degradation and pleasure left him utterly disoriented, reducing him to a blubbering infant in his mind. "Aww, is my little Mikey getting all big and strong down there? Does my baby enjoy the feeling of his special diaper?" Emily cooed, her fingers gently caressing his thighs, her mockery laced with feigned maternal affection. Mikey's frustration was palpable, his breath catching in his throat as the wand's relentless vibrations sent shivers through his body. He fought against the rising tide of pleasure, but his efforts were in vain. The sensations were too much, and he could feel his control slipping away. "Oh, Mikey, you know you can't hold back," Emily whispered, her voice laced with a teasing tone. She knew his breaking point was near. With a swift move, she produced a pacifier from her pocket, the sight of it causing Mikey's heart to skip a beat. "N-no..." Mikey stammered, his eyes pleading as she moved closer, her gaze intense. "I—I can't... Emily, please..." "Hush now, my sweet baby," she cooed, her voice soothing yet firm. With a swift motion, she pressed the pacifier between his lips, silencing his protests. "Mommy knows what you need." Mikey's face contorted, his eyes reflecting the shame and desire that battled within him. He attempted to push the pacifier away, but Emily's grip was firm, her touch both gentle and commanding. "Y-you... I... I don't want this... "Oh, but you do, my little one," she whispered, her breath warm on his cheek. "Let go, Mikey. Let Mommy take control." As her words washed over him, Mikey's resistance crumbled. His body arched, every muscle tensing as the climax hit him like a storm. He cried out, the sound muffled by the pacifier, his release a mixture of ecstasy and humiliation. Emily's eyes gleamed with a mischievous delight as she caressed Mikey's blushing face. "My, my, look at my little baby boy all flushed and cute," she purred, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "Did you enjoy that, sweetheart? Was it as good for you as it was for Mommy?" Mikey squirmed under her touch, his voice cracking with embarrassment. "Y-yes, Mommy," he whispered, his eyes downcast. "I... I mean, it was different, but..." "Shh, it's okay, my dear," Emily interrupted, her tone turning soothing. "You don't have to explain. I know this is all new and exciting for you. And guess what? We're just getting started. Oh, the things we'll explore together, my sweet, obedient baby." Mikey's heart raced, a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through his veins. He tried to speak, but his words failed him, leaving him at the mercy of this dominant woman who had turned his world upside down. Chapter 3: Mikey lay motionless, his small body quivering from the overwhelming release, the pacifier in his mouth serving as a permanent marker of his newfound role. Emily's delicate touch caressed his flushed cheek, her gaze radiating a blend of triumph and mischief. She relished the power she held over him, rendering him utterly helpless and dependent. "That's my good boy," she whispered, her tone tender and soothing. "Mommy's little angel has been such a good listener. You've made Mommy so happy." As she leaned closer, her warm breath tickled his ear. "Now, it's time to share with Mommy what you've done in your nappy, my sweet baby." Mikey's eyes darted open in sheer panic as the implication of her words hit him. He attempted to protest, but the pacifier rendered him speechless, allowing only incoherent mumbles to escape. Emily's thumb gently pushed the pacifier further, silencing any potential resistance. "Hush now, my darling," she whispered, her voice lulling him into submission. "It's alright, baby. Mommy just wants to know your secret. Tell Mommy, what did you do in your nappy?" Her free hand wandered to his crotch, caressing the damp diaper, soaked with his pee and release. The sensation sent a rush of conflicting feelings through him, a blend of shame and excitement, reinforcing his infantile state. "N-no... I... I can't..." Mikey stammered, his face flushing crimson. "Oh, but you will, my sweet boy," Emily purred, her voice dripping with authority. "Mommy knows you want to please her. And Mommy always gets what she wants." Mikey's cheeks burned with shame as Emily's touch sent a jolt of awareness through his body, betraying him. He squirmed, desperate to escape the overwhelming sensations, but his efforts were futile. Pleasure engulfed him, causing his limbs to shake uncontrollably. "Come on, sweetie, confess to mommy," Emily coaxed, her tone a mixture of authority and tenderness. "You know the rules." Mikey's thoughts whirled in panic, searching for an escape. But resistance was futile. He inhaled sharply, his voice cracking with embarrassment. "I-I wetted... and m-made a mess, mommy. I'm s-sorry." A triumphant gleam lit up Emily's eyes, and her smile grew. "That's my good boy. Now, tell mommy again, with all the details. Let me hear your sweet, little voice." Mikey's cheeks burned, a blend of shame and relief painting his face crimson. His body quivered, still reeling from the intensity of his release. This was only the start, he realized, and the thought of what Emily might have planned next sent a shiver down his spine. He was trapped in this strange, new world where he was reduced to a mere infant, and Emily held the reins as his caretaker. "Oh, my sweet baby," Emily cooed, her fingers gently massaging his groin through the damp diaper. "You're all wet, aren't you? Just like a little one." She leaned closer, her breath warm on his ear. "Tell mommy, did you make a mess in your diaper?" Mikey's voice cracked as he whispered, his eyes downcast, "Y-yes, mommy. I... I wetted and... and dirtied my diaper." He sucked on the pacifier, the childish sound accentuating his humiliation. "That's my good boy," Emily praised, her tone both soothing and commanding. "Mommy's so proud of her baby. Now, let's get you all cleaned up, shall we?" Emily's eyes sparkled with mischief as she took a step back, her phone in hand. She captured Mikey's image, his cheeks crimson with shame, his body quivering from the recent release of his passion. The damp diaper, a testament to his infantile state, hugged his form, leaving no room for denial. With a tap on the screen, she zoomed in on the telltale wetness indicator, its transformation from yellow to a vibrant blue serving as undeniable proof. "Oh, my sweet baby," Emily cooed, her words dripping with playful malice. "See this little blue patch here? It's like a magic marker, telling Mommy that you've been a very wet boy. No more hiding it, my dear. You wanted to be a baby, and now you are." Mikey's eyes grew wide as the realization dawned upon him. He attempted a protest, but the pacifier, a silent guardian in his mouth, rendered him speechless. Emily's delicate touch pushed it further, silencing any potential pleas. "Hush now, my little one," she whispered, her tone softening. "Mommy's here to take care of you. No more worries, no more struggles. It's time for a fresh diaper, my darling baby boy." With a gentle grace, she moved to the changing table, gathering the necessary tools for her motherly duties—a fresh, soft diaper and a pack of baby wipes, all laid out within his view. Mikey struggled, attempting to expel the pacifier from his mouth, but Emily's reflexes were swift. She halted his rebellion, her gaze sharp as she swiftly secured a fresh pacifier around his head this one a gag he couldn't get off, leaving him no chance to escape her infantilizing grasp. Mikey's eyes betrayed his surprise, yet he understood any further defiance would be futile. With calculated slowness, Emily proceeded with the diaper change, deliberately intensifying Mikey's mortification. She delicately lowered the damp diaper, exposing the entirety of his soiled state. The diaper, saturated with urine and cum, emitted a potent odor that permeated the air. Emily lifted it, her smirk triumphant. "Oh, my poor baby, what a mess you've created," she cooed, her tone a blend of sternness and tenderness. "Mommy will take care of it, but you must learn to behave. Now, let's get you all nice and clean." Her fingers, gentle yet resolute, worked the wipe across his skin, meticulously eradicating every trace of his accident. Mikey's cheeks burned, a blend of shame and relief painting his features as his body continued to shudder from the residual pleasure. This was only the commencement of his journey, he realized, and the unknown path ahead, orchestrated by Emily, both terrified and intrigued him. He had been reduced to a mere infant, and Emily, his doting mother. "There, all clean," Emily cooed, her eyes sparkling with delight as she finished tending to him. She reached for a fresh diaper, the vibrant Elmo print catching Mikey's attention. This one was significantly bulkier, a fact Emily relished. "My sweet boy requires a super-absorbent diaper, for he's such a heavy wetter," she teased, her tone playful yet authoritative. With gentle precision, she positioned the diaper beneath him, ensuring a snug fit around his waist. Mikey's eyes betrayed his surprise as the weight of his situation truly sank in. Chapter 4: Mikey's heart raced as the diaper's crinkling sound echoed in the room, a symphony of embarrassment. "Oh, my, this diaper is quite the attention-seeker, isn't it, my dear Mikey?" Emily's voice was a mix of amusement and motherly affection. As she undid the ankle straps, Mikey's breath hitched, the cold plastic a stark contrast to his skin. "There we go, my little one," she whispered, her touch sending shivers down his spine. "Now, lift those legs, baby. Let's get you all cozy." Mikey obeyed, his eyes widening at the sight of the vibrant red plastic pants. "Higher, my little Mikey, let's make sure you're nice and snug." The pants enveloped him, and with a decisive click, Emily locked them in place. "Perfect! All secure, just like my little prisoner." Mikey's panic rose as he realized his limited mobility. He tried to move, but the wrist restraints and the rustling diaper kept him in place. "Oh, the struggle is adorable, sweetie. Don't fight it, embrace your new look." Emily's words were like a taunt, her eyes gleaming with mischievous joy. Approaching the bed, she held up the Elmo onesie, its redness a bold statement. "Story time, Mikey! Let's get you dressed for the occasion." She carefully dressed him, her movements slow and calculated, ensuring the restraints remained in place. "There we go, arm by arm, nice and snug. Oh, look at that, the pants are jealous of all the attention you're getting!" The crinkle of the plastic accompanied her playful banter. "Bib time!" Emily's voice took on a singsong quality. "This will catch any drool or spills, my little drooly baby." She fastened the bib, her touch gentle yet firm. Stepping back, she admired her handiwork. "Oh, Mikey, you look absolutely precious. My little baby boy, all dressed up and nowhere to go." Her mock-sweet tone sent shivers down his spine. "Now, let's moisturize that delicate skin, shall we?" She applied the lotion, her fingers massaging it into his skin, her touch both comforting and strangely arousing, leaving Mikey's emotions in a tumultuous state. Emily's fingers then traced the outline of the plastic pants, the sound of the crinkling plastic filling the room. "You're all locked up tight, baby boy. No escaping now," she said, her voice firm yet gentle. Emily unstrapped Mikey from the table, her movements efficient and practiced, a chilling precision that made his stomach churn. As she helped him off, her grip on his wrist was ironclad. He recoiled, a surge of resistance flooding through him, "No! Stop! I won't!" But Emily’s grip only tightened, her smile unsettlingly sweet as she led him into the kitchen, where a highchair loomed in the corner like a dark sentinel. Mikey's heart raced, each beat echoing his rising panic. “Please, Emily, don't put me in there!” he pleaded, desperately digging in his heels, but a sharp spank on his diapered backside made him gasp, heat flooding his cheeks. The humiliation crashed over him like a tidal wave as he stumbled forward, trembling with a cocktail of fear and shame. “Get in, baby boy,” Emily commanded, her voice silky yet firm, devoid of any trace of compassion. Each word was an order etched in stone, leaving no room for debate. Reluctantly, Mikey climbed into the highchair, the plastic seat biting into his skin like an unwelcome embrace. As she strapped him in, the click of the buckles resonated in the stillness, sending an icy shiver cascading down his spine. He barely had time to lift his hands before she slid the tray into place, locking his wrists beneath it. Trapped. Completely at her mercy. With a deliberate turn to the counter, Emily moved with the grace of a predator. Mikey’s breath quickened as he glanced away in desperation; she mixed baby food with something sinister in a bowl, the clattering of utensils a sharp reminder of his helplessness. The rhythmic sound of the bottle being shaken filled the room—a chilling prelude to what awaited him. “Just relax, sweetheart,” she cooed mockingly, as if she reveled in the power she held over him. “This is going to be a fun little treat.” Emily turned back to him, a smirk playing on her lips. "Time to eat, baby boy," she taunted, her voice dripping with amusement. With a flick of her wrist, she removed the pacifier gag, revealing his frustrated expression. Then, she scooped a spoonful of baby food, feeding him with a slow, deliberate motion, letting some droop onto his Elmo bib. "Oh dear, look at you! Such a messy little boy," she teased, using her fingers to wipe the excess from his chin, relishing the power she held over him. "Please, Emily, I can’t—" Mikey gasped, his words falling short as she stuffed another spoonful into his mouth. He instinctively opened and closed like a baby bird, the irony of his situation not lost on him. The gurgling in his belly intensified, the laxatives already wreaking havoc. As he swallowed the last of the baby food, Emily produced a bottle, the sight of it sending a jolt of panic through him. She held it to his lips, tilting it with an insistent smile. "Drink up, baby boy. You need your milk," she cooed, though there was an unmistakable edge of command in her tone. Every swallow felt like it was filling him with more dread, the pain in his stomach escalating. "No, please, I—" he protested weakly, attempting to pull away, but her grip was unyielding, her eyes fixed on him with an unsettling mix of control and delight. "Just a little more for you, darling," she said, her voice honeyed yet sharp, as if she took pleasure in his struggle. His belly churned violently, pain coursing through him as he squirmed in the highchair, a primal instinct to escape rising within him. Emily, unfazed, patted his back soothingly, the condescension clear in her tone. "There you go, baby boy. All better now,” she sang, her satisfaction evident as he fought back tears, humiliation and physical agony galloping hand in hand through his mind. Chapter 5: Emily unstrapped Mikey from the highchair with a swift, calculated efficiency that made his heart race. "Time for some fun, sweetie!" she chirped, her voice dripping with playful malice. She gripped his wrist firmly, a playful dominance in her hold, and led him towards the ominous corner of the room. Mikey's eyes widened in horror as he laid eyes on the adult baby bouncer, a cruel grin stretching across Emily's face. "No, please! I don’t want to!" he pleaded, desperation lacing his voice as he attempted to pull away. But Emily's grasp was unyielding. "Oh, come now, darling. You'll love it once you settle in," she cooed, almost mockingly, as she sat him down in the bouncer and adjusted the straps, ensuring only his toes brushed against the ground. The unsettling sensation of being suspended in mid-air ignited a surge of panic within him, his breath quickening as he shifted uncomfortably. "Let me go, Emily! I swear I'll behave!" he begged, the edge of his voice trembling with fear. Mikey squirmed, desperately attempting to shift his weight inside the bouncer. Each movement sent jolts of discomfort radiating through his abdomen, the relentless bouncing only intensifying the pressure coiling in his belly. “No, no, no…” he gasped, panic creeping into his voice. He pressed a hand to his stomach, willing the sensation to subside, but it only worsened, like a storm raging inside him. “I can't—I can't do this,” he whimpered, his heart racing as the oppressive reality crashed over him—he had to poop. The thought churned in his mind, igniting a mix of dread and defiance. “Emily! Please, let me out!” he cried, his voice tinged with desperation as the weight of his situation bore down on him. He clenched his butt cheeks, desperately trying to hold it in, but the pressure became a relentless torment. "No, no, not now!" Mikey gasped, panic creeping into his voice. He squirmed, searching for a position that might ease the discomfort, but every slight movement only fueled the relentless bounce, driving the pain deeper into his core. "Please, just let me go," he whimpered, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes. The urge surged like an uncontrollable wave, overwhelming him. His body started to betray him, and as his breaths quickened, he could hear Emily's mocking voice echoing in his mind, "Aw, such a little baby. Can't you just let it out?” Emily watched him, a chilling smirk dancing on her lips. "Oh, what’s this? Looks like my little Mikey needs to go potty," she cooed, her voice dripping with mock affection. Mikey shook his head vigorously, desperation flooding his wide eyes. "No! I-I’m fine!" he insisted, his voice quavering with a mix of fear and defiance. Emily's laughter rang out, cold and cutting, as she leaned closer. "Oh, sweet baby, you can’t fool me," she teased, her gaze unwavering. "Your little body is telling the truth. You’ve got to poop, don’t you?" Her tone was both soothing and suffocating, a predator playing with its prey. "You know I can make this harder for you if you keep fighting it. Just let go, Mikey. Mommy’s here to take care of you." Mikey's face turned a deep shade of crimson, a tumultuous mixture of humiliation and fury swirling within him. "Emily, please! You can't do this to me!" he cried out, his voice wavering as he fought against the overwhelming sense of dread that clawed at his insides. "I-I’m not a baby! You have to understand!" He clenched his buttocks with an almost desperate fervor, as if that might fortify his resolve against the impending doom. Each involuntary bounce of the bouncer sent ripples of discomfort through his core, the pressure building in his belly like a brewing storm, threatening to erupt at any moment. “I—I won’t let it happen!" he gasped, desperation lacing his words like poison. Emily leaned closer, her voice now a sickly sweet murmur, “Oh, my little Mikey, it’s time to let go. Just relax, and I promise it’ll all be better soon.” Emily turned on the TV, and the room filled with a strange, almost hypnotic melody that wrapped around Mikey like a shroud. The show flickered to life on the screen, its vibrant colors too bright, too engaging. It was a cartoon, but unlike any he had ever seen. The characters were adult babies, and the theme of the episode was about the twisted joy of pooping in diapers. “No, no, no... this can’t be happening,” he muttered under his breath as the main character—a chubby, grinning baby with a bright pink pacifier—began to sing a whimsical, yet degrading song about the comfort and relief of letting go in a diaper. “This isn’t real… it’s just a show… I don't want this!” But the melody was catchy, and somehow it burrowed into his mind, each note a reminder of his own predicament. Mikey’s eyes widened in horror as the lyrics echoed around him, their childish simplicity cutting deep into his sense of self. “Come on, Mikey, just relax! It feels so good!” Emily cooed mockingly, leaning closer, her smile unnervingly sweet. He squirmed in the bouncer, the sensation of his full diaper suddenly overwhelming him. The pressure in his belly became a tidal wave, washing over his thoughts, drowning them. “No, I won't give in!” he yelled, voice shaky, desperation edging in. But the more he twisted and turned, the more the bouncer bounced, amplifying the pressure and drowning out his resolve. “Please, Emily... I can’t… I don’t want to… I’m not a baby!” “Oh, but sweet Mikey,” Emily sing-songed, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and something darker, “you are exactly where you need to be. Just let go… it’ll feel so much better.” "Emily, please," he begged, his voice trembling with desperation. "I can't do this! I need to use the toilet. I—" Emily's smirk widened as she leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "No, baby," she cooed, her voice sweetly mocking. "You're going to poop in your diaper like a good little baby boy. It’s what you’re meant to do now." With that, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a pacifier, its plastic surface gleaming menacingly under the harsh light. Mikey shook his head vigorously, fighting back the wave of humiliation that threatened to crash over him. "No! Emily, don’t—" But she was insistent, her grip firm as she grabbed his head and forced the pacifier into his mouth. The soft 'pop' echoed in the room, silencing his protests and filling him with dread. The cheerful, upbeat song from the TV continued to play, its jarring contrast emphasizing Mikey's mortification. "Listen to the music, baby," Emily chirped, her tone dripping with condescension. "Just relax and let it happen. There’s no need to fight it." With a swift motion, she reached down and pulled up and down on the strap of the bouncer, making Mikey bounce higher and harder. Each jolt sent a fresh wave of pressure surging through him, tightening like a noose around his sanity. Panic washed over him, and he felt his heart race as he clenched his butt cheeks tightly, fighting against his body’s betraying urges. “Stop it! Please, I can’t—” he gasped around the pacifer, struggling against the overwhelming sensations that danced between fear and an all-consuming despair. "Emily, please," he mumbled around the pacifier, his eyes wide, pleading, desperation oozing from every pore. Emily smiled, a serene yet wicked glint in her eyes, never breaking her gaze from his face. "It’s okay, baby. Just let it go. You can do it," she cooed, her tone dripping with a mix of sweetness and authority. Mikey felt a fart escape him, a small mercy in the chaos, but then another, and another, each one jolting him higher in the bouncer. He felt something else building, a pressure he couldn't contain, almost as if the rhythm of the bouncer was orchestrating his downfall. He clenched his teeth around the pacifier, his mind racing, searching desperately for an escape from this waking nightmare. And then it happened. The warmth spread through his diaper, an involuntary surrender he couldn’t have prevented even if he’d fought with every ounce of strength. The humiliation crashed over him, a tidal wave of dread and defeat. He looked up at Emily, his eyes round with shock, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Emily caught his gaze and chuckled softly, the sound almost melodic in the charged air. "Good baby boy, you poopy," she purred, her voice cruelly soothing, intertwining praise with the sting of shame. She reached down, her hand patting his diaper firmly, but with a false gentleness. "You did a good job, baby. Mommy is so proud of you." The words wrapped around him, a bittersweet embrace that left no room for defiance. Mikey felt a tumultuous blend of relief and overwhelming humiliation wash over him, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. "No... this can't be happening," he murmured to himself, the words barely escaping his lips. He had lost all control, and the devastating truth dawned on him—he was now Emily's baby boy, forever trapped in this infantilizing nightmare. The cheerful song blaring from the TV felt like sinister mockery, its upbeat melody jarring against the grim reality he faced. As he absently sucked on the pacifier, tears threatened to spill from his eyes. "I... I can’t be a baby! Emily, please," he pleaded, his voice quivering with desperation. Each syllable felt futile as his mind raced, searching for an escape route that simply didn’t exist. Emily knelt closer, her tone dripping with sugary condescension. "Aww, sweetie, according what is in your diapy which is poopy makes you a little baby," she cooed, her eyes glinting with a mix of affection and authority. “But I don’t want this!” he shouted, the panic rising within him. “I want to go home!” Yet deep down, he knew—he was trapped, and the walls were closing in, with no escape in sight. Chapter 6: The poop kept coming out; he couldn't stop it. Waves of mess surged forth into his diaper, each one a reminder of his utter helplessness. Mikey cried around his pacifier, his voice muffled and desperate. "Make it stop!" he whimpered, panic rising in his chest as the sensation overwhelmed him—a grotesque blend of relief and humiliation. His body convulsed with each wave, the diaper squelching sickeningly around him. Emily watched him with a twisted mix of amusement and satisfaction, a patronizing smile spreading across her face as she gently rubbed his back. "There, there, baby boy. You're doing just what babies do, aren’t you? Such a good little boy, pooping your diaper like a pro," she cooed, her tone soothing yet dripping with authority. Mikey turned a deeper shade of crimson, embarrassment flooding his face as he squirmed in a futile attempt to escape the humiliation. But the bouncer kept him trapped, bouncing higher with each movement, forcing him to confront the reality of his situation. The television played its hypnotic melody, a cheerful song about the joys of pooping in diapers that had transformed into a cruel mockery of his circumstances. Every note sent shivers down his spine, deepening his despair. Mikey's mind raced, searching for an escape, but there was none to be found. He was completely at Emily's mercy, and she was relishing every second. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the pooping came to a halt. A strange mix of relief and exhaustion washed over Mikey, but his body wasn’t done yet. He felt a warm, wet sensation spread through his diaper as involuntary release followed the previous assault. He couldn't control it; his body had betrayed him entirely. A soft whimper escaped him, the pacifier muffling his cries as he realized the full extent of his powerlessness. Emily’s voice turned soft again, laced with a sickening mix of comfort and mockery. "Good baby, you did so well! You used your diaper just like a good little baby boy. Mommy is so so proud of you," she crooned, patting his back gently as if he were a cherished pet. Mikey’s eyes brimmed with tears, the humiliation spiraling beyond what he could bear. He wanted to scream, to claw back some semblance of dignity, but he was ensnared—physically and emotionally—by her disdainful care. Emily, with a smirk dancing on her lips, reached for her phone, the screen already open and poised to capture his degradation. She pointed it at him, and mockery dripped from her every word. "Look at you, baby! You made a big stinky in that diaper!" she teased, her eyes sparkling with delight. His heart raced as he cried harder, tears streaking down his cheeks. "You did, didn’t you, baby? You can’t deny it now," she continued, her voice both taunting and sweet. Each click of the camera echoed in Mikey’s mind, amplifying his dread. This was blackmail in its most raw form—Emily was building a collection that would chain him to this moment forever. He tried to protest, tried to beg her to stop, but the pacifier rendered him voiceless, each attempt slipping futilely into silence. With a gleam of satisfaction in her eyes, Emily continued, "You’re such a good baby, Mikey. Really, Mommy is so proud of you," her tone thick with false affection as she recorded every tear, every whimper, every humiliating moment. Mikey felt an overwhelming sense of despair and resignation wash over him. There was no escape; he was trapped in this degrading role. He was Emily’s baby boy now, and deep down, he knew it all too well. The cheerful tune from the TV blared on, a cruel juxtaposition to his grim reality. He clutched the pacifier, his mind racing as he struggled to process the totality of his plight. There was no escape. Emily left the room, leaving Mikey alone with his thoughts, the weight of his humiliation pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. The TV continued its insidious tune, a cheerful melody that grated against the chaos swirling in his mind. He squirmed in the bouncer, desperately trying to push against the confines that held him tight, but it was no use. The straps pinched his skin, and the mess in his diaper squished uncomfortably, a sickening reminder of his powerlessness. “Emily, please! You can’t do this!” he shouted, his voice laced with desperation. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Emily returned, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and malice that sent a shiver down Mikey’s spine. In her hand, she held a massage wand, its sleek design and powerful vibrations pulsing with foreboding energy. His heart raced as she plugged it in, the low hum of the motor breaking the silence with a teasing menace. “Do you really think you can escape, Mikey?" she said, a wicked smile creeping onto her lips. “You’re mine to play with now.” His eyes widened in horror as she stepped closer, the wand buzzing ominously in her hand, and he could feel his resolve crumbling, overwhelmed by the humiliation of his situation. “No! Please! Just let me go!” he cried, the sound echoing off the walls, a plea swallowed by the darkness that threatened to engulf him. She pressed the wand against his crotch, directly over his diaper, and Mikey's entire body tensed at the sudden stimulation. "Please, Emily... I-I don't want this," he begged, his voice cracking with desperation. But Emily only smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. The wand's vibrations penetrated through the diaper, sending a shockwave of pleasure and discomfort through Mikey's groin. "N-no... stop! It's... it's too much!" he cried out, squirming as the sensations overwhelmed him. The warm mushiness in his diaper shifted with his movements, the feeling of his own filth only adding to his humiliation. Emily: Shh, it's okay, baby. Just relax and let it happen. You can't fight this, can you?" As the wand glided down to his diapered butt, the vibrations seemed to intensify tenfold. Mikey's body betrayed him, responding to the stimulation despite his protests. He could feel the warmth of his arousal, the wetness of his diaper, and the shame of his situation. "I-I can't help it! Please, just... let me go!" Emily: "Oh, my sweet Mikey, you're so cute when you're all messy. Can you feel it? Your little pee-pee is so hard, even with the smell of your own mess. That's it, cum for me, baby. Cum in your dirty diaper." Her words were like a spell, both taunting and comforting, leaving Mikey powerless against the sensations coursing through his body. Emily's voice oozed with malicious delight as she taunted, "Oh, my sweet baby Mikey, are you enjoying this? Is my little one getting hard in his soiled diaper? Only a baby would respond like this, wouldn't he? Cumming in his own mess, how adorable!" Her words cut deep, each syllable a knife to Mikey's pride. Mikey's pleas became more desperate, the pacifier hindering his speech, "Em...ily, p-please! I-I don't want this, p-please let me go!" He squirmed, trying to escape the bouncer's grip, but it was futile. The gentle bounce only served to emphasize his powerlessness, his body trembling with a mix of shame and pleasure. A sinister smile played on Emily's lips, her eyes sparkling with cruel amusement. "Listen, my dear, if you can control yourself and not cum, I might consider letting you go. But if you do cum in that dirty diaper, it's proof you belong in this role. You'll stay, and you'll confess your little accident on camera. Do we have a deal, baby?" Her tone was a sickening blend of mockery and false gentleness. Defeat washed over Mikey, his resistance crumbling. "D-deal," he whimpered, his voice cracking. The humiliation was overwhelming, and the sensations were too much to bear. He could feel his body's traitorous response, the diaper's wetness and warmth intensifying his arousal, every movement of the mess inside his diaper rubbing against his skin. Emily's voice, a soft yet commanding melody, sent shivers down Mikey's spine. "You must endure, my sweet boy. Hold on for just 10 more minutes without releasing your climax," she whispered, her words both a challenge and a taunt. Her fingers tightened around the wand, guiding it in slow, deliberate strokes through the mush of his soiled diaper. "No... please, Emily... I... I can't..." Mikey's voice cracked, his resistance crumbling under the onslaught of sensations. The wand's path was relentless, stirring the mess within his diaper, creating a chaotic dance of pleasure and humiliation. He felt every nerve ending come alive, his body betraying him as it responded to her touch. "Shh... It's okay, baby. Let go of control. You're safe with me," Emily cooed, her voice like a siren's song, drawing him further into the abyss. Mikey's eyes widened as he felt the familiar build-up, his body preparing to surrender to the inevitable. The warm, squishy feeling between his legs intensified, becoming a chaotic symphony of sensations as the wand's vibrations grew stronger. "I... I can't stop it... Please, Emily..." Mikey's voice was desperate, his mind a battlefield of conflicting desires. He wanted to fight, to prove he wasn't just a helpless infant, but his body had other plans. The diaper's contents shifted with each movement, a constant reminder of his vulnerability. "Oh, my sweet boy, let it happen. Embrace the release," Emily purred, her voice a mixture of dominance and tenderness. Mikey's world narrowed to the sensations she inflicted upon him, his body a puppet to her whims. As the wand glided through the mess, Mikey's resolve shattered, and he surrendered to the overwhelming tide of pleasure, his cries echoing through the room. Chapter 7: o Mikey's eyes darted towards Emily, pleading for mercy. "Please, Emily... I-I don't want this... Let me go, please!" He begged, his voice cracking with desperation. But Emily, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, only giggled softly, her baby talk sending shivers down his spine. "Aww, wook at my wittle baby, so cutesy in his diapy. You're mine now, all wiggly and messy, just like a wittle baby should be." Her words cut deep, contrasting sharply with the intense sensations he was experiencing. As the pleasure built to an unbearable peak, Mikey's body trembled uncontrollably. "N-no... I... I can't..." He whimpered, his face contorting as he fought against the overwhelming sensations. The bouncer's gentle bounce mocked his struggle, emphasizing his powerlessness. He gripped the pacifier, sucking desperately, his eyes pleading with Emily to show some mercy. "Shh, it's okay, sweetie. You're such a good boy, making a big mess for me. Feel it, my cute baby, feel how tiny I've made you." Emily's voice was like silk, her words taunting and soothing at the same time. She increased the wand's speed, sending Mikey's senses into overdrive. His body arched, and he cried out, the pacifier falling from his mouth as he surrendered to the sensation. "No... I... I'm... Not a baby..." Mikey gasped, his face flushing with shame and pleasure as he climaxed, his body shaking uncontrollably. Emily's smirk widened, her victory evident as she continued to tease and please, ensuring Mikey's humiliation was complete. Emily abruptly halted the wand's motion, her confident smile widening as she savored her victory. With deliberate slowness, she withdrew her phone, her eyes sparkling with malicious glee. "Game over," she cooed, her voice dripping with feigned sweetness. "Admit it, Mikey, say the words." Mikey's thoughts whirled in panic, but he was acutely aware of his helplessness. He was entirely at her mercy, and she knew it. Emily raised the phone, her thumb poised to start recording. "When I hit record, you will confess," she said, her tone both commanding and strangely comforting. "You'll coo and babble like the infant you are, 'I-I'm just a widdle baby, I made a yucky mess in my diapee, oopsie! Mommy, I need you to change me and make me all better, 'cause I'm such a goo' widdle baby boy.'" Mikey's heart sank as he realized the depth of his humiliation. He struggled, but his efforts were futile against Emily's unwavering control. Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as he realized the only way out was to fully submit. He felt a surge of desperation and shame as he opened his mouth, his voice trembling with forced innocence. "M-Mommy, I...I'm just a widdle baby, I made a big mess in my diapy, pee-pee and poo-poo. I need my mommy to make me all better, pwease?" His face burned with humiliation. Emily's smile turned triumphant, "That's my good boy! You know you love being my little diaper baby. Now, let's get you all nice and clean." She gently let him out of the bouncer. Emily's eyes sparkled with a mix of triumph and sadistic delight as she led Mikey to the bathroom. The soft, warm glow of the room felt like a spotlight shining on his desperation, each flicker of light mocking his humiliation. "Welcome to your new sanctuary," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. She stood by the door, arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on her lips. Mikey swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest, a mix of fear and anger surging within him. “You can’t be serious,” he stammered, his voice trembling. “I’m not a child, Emily!” “Oh, but Mikey, look at you,” she teased, glancing at the bubbling water, the lavender scent wrapping around them like a suffocating blanket. “You could use a little pampering. Don’t you want to feel relaxed?” “I want to feel like myself!” he shot back, desperation lacing his words. “Trust me, darling,” she purred, stepping closer, her smile widening. “You’ll love it. Just let go.” His mind raced as he stood at the threshold of the bath, the boundaries of his dignity slipping away. "Come on, sweetie, let's get you all clean," Emily cooed, her voice dripping with mock sweetness that made his skin prickle. She guided him to the edge of the tub, her hands gentle yet unnervingly firm. Mikey winced as he felt the dampness of the diaper clinging to him, a reminder of how utterly vulnerable he was in her grasp. Emily's fingers traced the edge of the diaper, her touch sending a wave of humiliation mixed with dread coursing through him. "Such a messy boy," she teased, a gleam of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Don't you want to be a good little baby for me?" Mikey swallowed hard, fighting against the tightening knot in his stomach. "Please, Emily, I can clean myself," he stammered, desperation creeping into his voice. Her laughter rang out like a dark melody. "Oh, but sweetie, this is so much more fun! Let’s get you all nice and clean. You need my help, don't you?" With a swift motion, Emily peeled off the soiled diaper, revealing the mess beneath. Mikey's face flushed with shame as he felt the cool air against his skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the diaper he so despised. "You always make me feel like a baby," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with indignation. Emily's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she tossed the diaper into the trash, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "You need this, Mikey," she replied, her voice a blend of command and mock sympathy. “Let’s get you in the tub—now.” His heart raced, a pulse of anxiety coursing through him as he stood there, naked and vulnerable, trembling at her relentless gaze. "I can do it myself," he protested weakly, but deep down, he feared her reaction more than the situation itself. Mikey hesitated, his mind racing with a mix of fear and humiliation. "I can’t do this," he murmured, the tremor in his voice betraying his desperation. But deep down, he knew he had no choice but to comply. With a deep breath, he stepped into the tub, the warm water enveloping him like a tight grip. Emily's hands were gentle, yet they felt like chains as she guided him down, the bubbles tickling his skin in a mocking sort of way. She picked up a soft sponge, the weight of it felt like a reminder of his predicament. As she began to wash him, her touch was both soothing and humiliating. "There you go, my little baby," she said, her voice sweet yet taunting, like a lullaby sung to a frightened child. "Mommy's going to make you all clean and fresh. Doesn’t that feel nice?” Mikey’s heart raced, and he couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped in a role he loathed. "This isn’t fair," he whispered, desperation lacing his words. Mikey's muscles coiled like a spring as Emily's hands, soft and soapy, roamed his body, claiming ownership over every inch of his skin. The sponge's path across his chest, arms, and legs was almost clinical, but when it ventured lower, he couldn't suppress the traitorous response. His breath caught, and his body reacted, betraying his mounting shame and desire. "Oh, look who's wide-eyed and eager now," Emily purred, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "My, my, someone's a frisky little thing, aren't they?" Her words, laced with playful mockery, sent a jolt through him. As she rinsed away the soap, her hands became instruments of torture and pleasure, leaving his skin tingling in their wake. "Shh, it's okay, my sweet baby," she whispered, her voice as soothing as a lullaby. "Just relax and let Emily take care of you. You'll be all clean and fresh soon." Emily wrapped him in a soft towel, her hands gentle as she patted him dry. She guided him out of the tub, her touch firm yet comforting. Mikey's body trembled as she led him to the nursery, a room filled with mocking innocence he had never seen before. The walls were painted in soft pastel colors, and the furniture was all baby-sized, making him feel tiny and vulnerable. A crib stood in the corner, a mobile spinning slowly above it, casting dancing shadows across the floor, and a changing table loomed ominously against the wall. Emily's eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she helped him on to the changing table. She picked up a fresh diaper, her hands gentle yet firm as she secured it around his waist. “There you go, my little baby,” she cooed, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “All nice and clean and fresh.” Mikey's heart raced, a knot forming in his stomach. “Emily, please… I’m not a baby! I don’t want this!” he protested, desperation creeping into his voice. Emily chuckled softly, not missing a beat as she fastened the diaper. “Oh, but you are, Mikey. Look at you! You fit right in here.” She leaned closer, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and something darker. “And you’re going to love it, won’t you?” He closed his eyes, wishing to wake up from this nightmare, but Emily's laughter echoed in his ears, a chilling reminder of the reality he couldn't escape. Next, she slipped on a pair of crinkly plastic pants over the diaper, the sound sharp and unsettling in the still room. Mikey's body tensed as the cool material pressed against his skin, a chilling reminder of his vulnerability. Emily's hands moved to his feet, slipping on a pair of footed pajamas that rendered his hands useless. The fabric clung tightly, restricting his movements, and panic swelled in his chest as he realized the extent of his helplessness. Emily's eyes sparkled with an unsettling satisfaction as she guided him toward the crib. "Time to settle in, sweetie," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. Laying him down, her hands were gentle yet firm, and he felt trapped beneath her gaze. "There you go, my little baby," she cooed, the words twisting like a knife in his gut. "All nice and cozy in your crib." Mikey's body tensed further, his heart racing as the soft blankets enveloped him, stifling and warm. "No. Please, no," he pleaded, but the words barely made it past the tightness in his throat. "Shh, it's okay, baby," she murmured, her tone soothing yet mocking. "Mommy's going to feed you now." She picked up a bottle of warm milk, her eyes gleaming with a predatory satisfaction as she held it to his lips. Mikey's body tensed, panic rising within him as he felt the warm liquid filling his mouth. He swallowed, his mind screaming to stop, but his body betrayed him, drinking greedily. “Stop! I’m not a baby!” he protested, his voice muffled around the bottle. Emily leaned closer, her smile chilling. “Oh, but you are, Mikey,” she replied, her tone dripping with condescension. “Just look at you, drinking up like a good little boy.” The sparkle in her eyes only deepened as she moved to the second bottle, her touch gentle yet unyielding. Again, Mikey’s body tensed as he felt the warm liquid flood his mouth. “I won’t drink anymore! You can't make me!” he shouted, frustration lacing his words. Yet, Emily continued, her gaze unwavering. “What’s the matter, sweetheart? Isn’t this what you wanted?” She smirked, her hands steady as she fed him, delighting in his helplessness. Finally, after the third bottle, her eyes shining with triumph. “There you go, my little baby,” she cooed, her voice like a haunting lullaby. “All nice and cozy in your crib. Mommy’s going to tuck you in now.” She leaned in closer, whispering, “You’ll always be my baby, whether you like it or not.” Mikey's body tensed as the soft blankets enveloped him like a cocoon. Emily leaned close, her fingers brushing his cheek as she slipped the pacifier between his lips. "Shh, it's okay, sweetie," she murmured, her tone dripping with an unsettling sweetness. "Mommy's going to tuck you in now." He could see the playful glimmer in her eyes, a stark contrast to the cold knot tightening in his stomach. "Emily, I—" he started, but the pacifier stifled his protest. With a lingering, satisfied smile, Emily flicked off the light, plunging him into darkness. The shadows wrapped around him, and he felt utterly vulnerable, the familiarity of the diaper pressing against his skin only amplifying his fear. "You know the bet, right?" she whispered, her voice a silky taunt. "If you don’t wet your diaper, you’re free to go tomorrow. But if you do... well, then you’ll have to admit on camera that you’re just a baby who needs his mommy, and you’ll do everything I say." Mikey's heart raced, the gravity of her words crashing down on him. "I won’t... I can hold it," he stammered, still struggling against the suffocating sheets. Emily chuckled softly, almost mockingly, as if she could sense his resolve faltering. "Oh, but what if I spiked those baby bottles, hmm? It’s going to be a long night, baby." As he lay there, the pacifier lodged in his mouth, Mikey couldn’t shake the chilling thought of what awaited him in the morning. Did he really have a choice? As sleep began to pull him under, he couldn't help but wonder: what had he gotten himself into? But he was confident he could win. To be continued……

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."

Oh nooo! I lost the dare and now I gotta wear my diapy like a wittle baby! 😭💔 I’m a big boy, but I guess I'm also an adult baby who needs my comfy diapy for my potty time! It makes me feel all cozy and safe, just like a baby! 🍼✨ If someone says something, I gotta wear my diapy out in public for a whole 3-4 hours! 😳 Oh no, that’s so scawy! I really, really don’t want to take a picture in a public bathroom with my diapy on! Please, please don’t say anything! I just wanna keep my secret safe and snuggly! 🍼👶 Diapers are super soft and make me feel all warm and happy, but I don’t wanna show everyone! I just wanna be a happy baby in my diapy! Please keep it a secret! 🙈🍼 Thank you!

Tobi’s little life Chapter One - Back to Diapers Tobi was a late bloomer, he had heard all of his friends talking about “porn” & “masturbating” for years before he was interested in any of that stuff. “How often do you wank” asked Tommy “A couple times a week” replied Tobi, acting as if he had ever done it before He went to an all boys school from the ages of 11-16, an interesting way for a boy to go through his formative years. Being surrounded by boys during puberty certainly had an impact on the lad. Talking to girls was nerve wracking, and it was difficult to even meet one! Tobi had never tried this “masturbating” thing that all the boys in school had been talking about, but one night decided to. He watched as two women doing all sorts of things he had only heard about, but never witnessed. He tried it, and he didn’t like it. Whether it was the gender, or a lack of maturity, he was not sure. It was simply of no interest. However, Tobi did have a fascination. As a young boy he watched a cartoon in which a character was turned into back into a baby, diapers and all. This made him feel funny, and his penis was erect. Little did he know, this was the beginning something very unique to him. Tobi liked diapers. He didn’t know why, but he did. He remembered seeing a green packet under the bath, picking them up to see a brand name written on them, “Drynites”. The package stated that they were for ages 7-10, he was 14 but little for his age. Tobi stood at about 5”0 tall, and had a baby face, he was often mistaken for younger than he was, which caused lots of embarrassment throughout the years. Adults would think he was the little brother, when in reality he was the second oldest of three. Tobi remembered these diapers, and searched for them. They were not longer under the bath, but after a little while he found them in the bathroom cupboard. “Yay” thought Tobi, happy his mum hadn’t got rid of them yet. He assumed they were his older brothers old diapers for wetting the bed, as he had no memories of doing so as a child, or wearing any sort of protection. He definitely didn’t beyond the age of seven! During his life, Tobi had a few accidents in childhood. His only memories at bedtime were from when he was very little, remembering how he had pooped his bed whilst sleeping (probably around age 4), and his mum had helped him clean up. Also, at around 12 years old he had a dream of using the toilet. Tobi began to pee in the dream toilet, only to suddenly realise things weren’t actually real! There was a small wet patch on the bed & his pajama bottoms too, this had never happened to him before. Sleeping on the other side of the bed was Tobi’s solution to the issue, and the wetness had dried by morning. In terms of daytime, he did recall a number of occasions where he had stuffed wet undies down the side of his old dresser, after coming home from school. As a child he would leak a little bit of pee in his pants after holding it for a while, nothing noticeable but enough to make his underwear wet. He had a little bit of trouble holding it during primary school. Around Christmas time, when Tobi was seven years old, he was in maths class. The urge to pee had built up, and being a little boy (with a small bladder), he couldn’t wait. His hand shot up, attempting to get the attention of the teacher, however the effort was futile. “Miss, can i g-“ “Not now Tobi, I’m busy sorting out the Christmas cards” replied Miss April Tobi was a good boy and he never disobeyed his teachers, he had never even got a detention! So he sat there, the pressure building until he had a brilliant idea. “If i just let a little bit out then I won’t need to go as bad” thought Tobi, who was now bursting to use the toilet. The naive boy put his plan into action, attempting to pee his underwear just a little bit. As he let go for a momentary release, he was shocked to realise his little bladder could not stop the flow! The little release turned into a flood, the boy was peeing his pants completely, the plan had failed. Warm pee pooled in his pants, leaving a puddle on his chair. The black school trousers were now soaked, he had never been so humiliated in his life. Tobi got up and ran to the boys toilets, hiding in a stall. The tears began, this was all too much for a seven year old boy to handle. He was much too big to be wetting himself, and doing it during class made the event all the more humiliating. Eventually a teacher came in and gave him a new pair of pants, as well as undies. He got changed, with mum picking the distraught boy up. The following day Miss April announced to the class that if you need to go to the toilet badly, then you can just go. “Would’ve been nice to know that earlier” he said in his mind. Fast forwarding, Tobi decided he wanted to try one of the old drynites he had found years previously. It was the night before his 15th birthday when the boy dreamed up another one of his schemes. Quietly, he snuck to the bathroom after everybody in the house was asleep, ready to try diapers for the first time in at least 11 years. Cautiously, he swung open the cupboard and found what he had been so fascinated by. A small green packet, with pictures of kids smiling in their pajamas, and a count of 9 diapers on the side. Some were missing already, but this was like an unfinished melody to the boy. He opened the package, taking one of the plain white pull-ups out, just staring at it. They were soft as snow, and white to pair, crinkling in his hands. Tobi stripped his pajamas, and pulled on the drynite. For the first time in 11 years, the adolescent boy was once again had a snug diaper around his waist…

I'm in utah near layton/kaysville! i'd love to meet some other babies to have playdates with!!! i have a UTA bus pass so i can go places as well but i have no car hehe

chapter 1 Paul P.O.V Hi there! My name is Paul and I’m 7 years old! I live in a fun city called Tamir, which is in a place called Goran. Today is super-duper exciting because Sister Rose told me I’m going to have a new family! Yay! My new mommy is named Barbara, and she’s coming to take me home soon. To get me all ready, Sister Lucy gave me a bubbly bath, which I really love! Then she dressed me in a pull-up and a cool white t-shirt with Goofy on it, who is my most favorite cartoon buddy! After that, she gave me my pacifier and took me to a big room filled with toys. She said I should wait there, and I did! I grabbed some blocks and sat down to play, while Sister Lucy knelt beside me to join in the fun. I really like Sister Lucy; she’s super nice and we have a blast together! We played for a long time, and then Sister Rose came in and said there were two people who wanted to meet me. The first one is a tall lady, kind of like Sister Lucy, with long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a smile that makes me feel all warm inside. She’s wearing a pretty purple top and a long skirt. The other one is a girl who is my age but taller! She has blonde hair in two bouncy pigtails, green eyes, and she’s wearing red overalls with a white shirt. “Hi Paul! I’m Barbara and this is Zoe!” She points to the tall girl who is so big I can almost touch her chest! “Do you want to come home with us?” she asks with a big happy smile. I nod my head really fast! “Okay, now grab your things!” Then she tells Zoe to come with me, and the little girl takes my hand and follows me while I hear Sister Rose and Barbara chatting. I go with my new sister to the bedroom where there are three other kids, and I grab my stuffed panda named "Poe," hugging him tight. Then, holding Zoe’s hand, we go back to Sister Rose’s office. "Did you grab all your stuff?" Barb… Mom, asks in a super nice voice as I walk over and she scoops me up! She's so tall, it feels like she could reach the fluffy clouds! With Poe cuddled in my arms, we wave goodbye to my friends at the orphanage. Mom helps me into her big, shiny car, puts me in my cozy car seat, and fastens the buckle nice and snug! I make a grumpy face because I really don’t wanna be there! So Zoe grabs Poe and starts making him chat. "Why are you making that face?" my friend asks me. "Because I don’t wanna sit in the car seat!" I say, crossing my arms like a tiny troublemaker. "But nice kids sit in the car seat!" says my friend who is perched on my sister's lap. "Why?" I ask, looking at my sister who is pretending to look out the window. "Because if something goes boom, you might get hurt! And you don’t wanna get hurt, do you?" my friend asks me. "No!" I shout. "Then be a good kid and stay in the car seat!" says my friend. "Okay! But it’s not fair!" I say as I snuggle into the car seat and watch my mom drive.

"Good boy! Drink your buh buh so mommy doesn't have to worry when she's shopping." "Mmph," Jerry mumbled as he squirmed in her lap. He sucked on the tip of the bottle, draining the sweet apple juice inside of it. "Good baby. Good boy," his mommy, Jenny, cooed, stroking his back and his hair. He leaned back into her and finished the bottle. "Good baby," she said. She picked him up, and recentered him on her lap so that he was balanced on one knee and facing her. She bounced him a few times, then pulled him in and began patting his back. "Why's that help when you're shopping, mommy?" He asked. He shuffled, luxuriating in the thick padding of his diaper. Double layered, and with two stuffers, it felt like sitting on a cushion. It, along with his baby blue bonnet, matching short blue t shirt with teddy bears printed on it, soft booties, and pacifier, all added to the look of his new role. Finnally, he knew the thick diaper meant he wouldn't need a change for a long time, which was a dangerous notion when his new "mommy" was going out shopping. He burped, then blushed and put a hand over his face. "I can't beleive that actually worked." "Mhmmm," she said and smiled at him. "Lot's of babies like you are suprise at how much I can still treat them like babies." She began bouncing him up and down on her knee, and he bounced along with her, again loving the feeling and sounds of his diaper crushing against him. "So what about the juice?" "Well, Mommy is going shopping and needs to leave her baby behind for a bit." He raised his eyebrows in fake shock. "Not really "treating me like a baby" to leave me behind, Mommy. Seems dangerous. Abusive. Even trial-worthy." She paused her bouncing and patted his backside. "Sometimes we have to make exceptions. Or would you rather I take you out into public with your quadruple thick pampers? I'll tell you what, I'll give you the choice of any of your baby clothes to wear over them and try to hide them. You'll keep your collar on though." He blushed and shook his head. "No no mommy, that's ok!" She resumed bouncing and smiled. "That's what I thought. Don't worry, you'll be plenty safe. Mommy is going to put you down for a nap in your nice and cozy crib, all safe with the roof locked and your hands tied in mittens so my baby doesn't accidently get out and hurt himself, and a pacifier tied into his mouth so he doesn't lose it or accidently cry so loud the neighbours hear." "Gee, thanks mommy," he said, smirking at the selective description of his bondage. "Mhmm. Thought you'd like that. You've had plenty of juice so you won't be thirsty, and you have your extra thick diapies if you need to go potty. You should be fine for a good nap while mommy is gone. I'll be back in an hour or two" Jerry looked down at his diaper. "So if I have to go now..." "Then you'll be sitting in a soggy diaper for a few hours, or a stinky one. You should have been a good baby gone before I changed you into your nap time nappy. Why? Are you holding it in like a bad baby and need a spanking to help?" He forced a massive smile back at her. "That's ok mommy, I'm good!" "Good baby! Thought so! Now," She reached down to the pacifier on his shirt and puts it in his mouth. "Time to go beddie bies!" She lifted Jerry up and cradled him in her arms. Jerry hung on tight as she carried him through the house. Even as a shorter, thin man, he was always baffled by how easily she carried him. "Such a widdle baby! So easy to carry!" She said in a sweet voice, teasing him at his embaressment. She brought him into what was now his bedroom. A full adult sized nursery, with a double sized crib, changing table, bouncer, and piles of toys pastel blue walls, it always made his heart flutter to see. His new life was odd, and often embaressing, but seeing it all at once reminded him of how long he had dreamed of it. Easy days of little to no work, filled with toys and games while everything else was taken care of, wearing cute, comfortable clothes, and of course... He gulped. A few of the other other kinks his Jenny liked to try out on him often using bondage gear. He at a pile of mittens and booties on the ground. "What's that, mommy?" He asked. She put him down on the ground on his bottom, and huffed at the exertion of having carried him. "That's how mommy is going to make sure you're a good baby while she's gone!" She said. "Uhhh huh... I"m just going to go over this way..." he said, and began to crawl away from her. "You come right here, diaper butt!" she shouted. "AUUGGH!" Jerry screamed, and began to crawl as fast as he could. He heard her jog after him, and was tempted to get up on his feet and run, though he knew breaking his role only lead to more punishments. However, before he got far, he felt her grab his ankle. "No no no!" he shouted as she dragged him backward. He kept trying to crawl away and grabbed at the carpet, but felt a hard smack on his behind. "Now now. Behave or Mommy will spank your diapered bottom, babykins," Jenny said. "Hmph," he said. He stopped crawling and turned to face her, but refused to move back. Instead he sat with his arms folded and let her pull him back, sliding on the plastic against the diaper. "I don't think its fair you get to just threaten to spank me whenever we disagree. I am still a grown adult." She rolled her eyes. "SUUURE you are. The only grown adult I know who sits in a diaper and drinks from bottles all day." He blushed. "Anyway, if you don't like it, you can always go back to being a REAL grown adult working your REAL grown adult job like you used to, rather then living off of a more MATURE adult who works while you play with toys." He glared at her, and she watched back, folding her arms in immitation of him. He sighed. Embaressing as his role was, it was still better then working. He put a hand to his collar and pulled the tab that said "Property of Mommy Jenny" toward her. "No, please not that mommy. I know where I belong. I'll be good, mommy," he said. "Good baby. I thought so. Now be still and let mommy get you dressed." "Hmph," he pouted, but didn't fight back as she began to take his soft booties off. He sighed in annoyance. He knew the new footwear he was getting, she had used them on him when she was "crawl training" him, a period which went much faster then his embaressing "diaper training" sessions. It seemed strange to need to be "trained" for such things, but as his "Mommy" pointed out, this was techically now his "job." All "jobs," required training, even if it was being trained in things most people got past by age three. The botties were the same baby blue as his other booties he was already wearing, with the main visual difference being the strings of lace and ribbon she tied securely around his ankle, then the tiny key hole she used to buckle them on. He looked at his right foot. At first, it felt like more of the soft material, but if they were the ones he remembered, that wouldn't last long. He pressed the sole against the ground, yelped, and confirmed what he thought: a series of metal pieces were sewn into the bottom of his booties, each coming to a point against his foot. They weren't sharp enough to cut or to bother him when he was sitting, but they became more then uncomfortable whenever he put weight on his feet, making walking an annoying chore. They were designed to encourage the wearer to crawl, and they worked fantastically well. Next, she had him hold out each hand. She secured them with padded, fingerless mittens, each which locked on with a strap. This meant that not only were his hands useless, but any attempt to yank off his diaper or bootties would become impossible. She kissed him on his forhead. "Say your goodbyes now Babykins, talking time is about to end." He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Goodbye mommy! I love you! I promise to be a good baby and not take my diapies off while you're gone!" He said, repeating the same line he always said when she left. "As if I could with these on!" He held up his mittnes. She giggled. "Good baby, love you too." She pushed a giant pacifier into his mouth and securited it with straps behind his head. She then picked him up and deposited him in his crib, and tucked him in under the sheets. She closed the top of it and locked it, then turned on a mobile of spinning stuffed rabbits and elephants. "Goodnight babykins Jerry! Be a good baby until Mommy is back!" She laughed. "As if you possible COULD misbehave like that. Maybe work on making mommy a present in your diapers while you sleep, it will be good un-potty training." "Mmph," he said from behind his pacifier, and watched as she left. She shut off the main light, leaving him with only the soft night light, and closed the door. Jerry lay back in his crib. The mobile turned over his head, playing "Rock A By Baby" in soft, quiet tones. He looked to his side, and grabbed one of the teddy bears beside him, and turned toward it. If he had to play the role, he figured he may as well play it well and enjoy the "fun" parts of it. In this case, "fun" meant cuddling with soft toys while resting. He closed his eyes. He opened them again. There was a knock at the door. He looked around the room and wondered why Jenny would knock on her own door.

Darren sat at his desk at school. The teacher was up front, going over sentence structure. Hating the language classes more than any other Darren quickly grew bored and zoned out. In his head, he was flying through the air, heading downtown to fight crime. He always loved to imagine himself as a superhero. Everyone loved superheroes. But alot of the other kids made fun of Darren. Darren was very small for his age. At nine years old, he was still only just over three feet tall and weighed in at only thirty-seven pounds. He was smaller than most of the kindergarten kids. He also had a problem with wetting himself. He didn't do it all the time. Often, he would find himself so engrossed in something he was doing that he just didn't feel the need to go. Then he would suddenly find he was wetting himself. It happened at school a few times, and the other kids never forgot about it. Bullies regularly taunted him. As such, no one wanted to be friends with him for fear of getting bullied. "Darren!" His teacher slapped a long ruler down on the desk. This caused Darren to jump, and he immediately felt his bladder give way. A puddle formed under his seat, then slowly dripped to the floor. Sighing, the teacher walked to his desk and then returned. "Go to the nurse." Holding out a small red bookmark shaped object. In big gold letters, it read hall pass. Taking the hall pass, Darren got up and left the room with his head down. He heard many other kids giggling as he left. Darren made his way through the empty halls down to the main office where the nurse was always stationed. Behind the main desk was a younger lady than usual. She was standing at the printer, waiting on the papers to come out. She had short brown hair, lightly freckled pale skin, and was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses. She looked up as Darren entered the office with sharp blue eyes. Taking in his appearance, her face softened a bit in a motherly way. Coming around the desk, she said, "Oh dear, let's get you into the nurses' office." A hand at his back, she guided him to the closed brown door off to the side. Opening it to a white room with cupboards around the wall. A sink in the corner and an examination table sitting in the center. The desk lady had him stand to the side of the door as she shut it. Then she moved to another door set in the corner to their right. "Helen, there is a kindergartener here who's had an accident." She said as she opened the door. Darren's face burned red with the embarrassment of being mistaken for a child 4 years younger than himself. Entering, the nurse looked down at him. She was a slim older lady with brown hair. "That's just young Darren, Miss Stacy. Despite his appearance, he is in third grade. He's just small for his age. Might as well remember him you'll probably see him again. He's usually in here at least once a week." Turning, the nurse walked back into the side room. Turning Miss Stacy looked down at Darren in a bit of a surprise. "Well, the nurse will take care of you now. I'm gonna go back to my desk." Leaving the room and shutting the door behind her. Darren stood waiting in his soggy pants until the nurse came back holding a zip-lock bag with clothes in it. Handing it to him, she said, "Go ahead and get changed while I call your father." Hanging his head, he began to change as she went back into her office. *********** Greg pushed away from his desk as he hung up the phone with the school. Once again, he was thankful he was able to handle his business from home. Greg owned his own business, and while it struggled to get off the ground at first he eventually found success. Thankfully his wife had still been alive at that time to keep him going. While he was rich by any means, he and his son weren't struggling. This was good since he once again had to go get him from school for wetting his pants. Standing up he got his car keys and left the house. On the way, he made a phone call. Pulling up at the school, he went inside, spoke to the office staff, and then getting Darren went back out to the car. On the way out he reached down and picked Darren up carrying him like a toddler to the car. "Dad, what are you doing?" Darren asked in confusion. "Carrying my little guy to the car of course." Opening the back door he deposited, and fastened his son into his booster seat. Closing the door he went back around to the driver's door. ********* Darren was utterly bewildered. His dad had steadfastly refused to pick him up since kindergarten. He realized with a start he had been so confused he hadn't even tried to argue against the stupid booster seat his dad made him use. Darren hated this thing. It only further accentuated the differences between his size and those in his grade at school. He only tolerated it cause his Dad had threatened him with one that looked more like a baby car seat. He said he should be using that one, but he would settle for this one if Darren cooperated. So Darren had given in. Reluctantly. As they drove Darren noticed they were heading further into the city rather than toward home. "Dad, where are we going?" He asked in curiosity. "Well, I've made you an appointment to see the doctor. Figured we should have some tests done to see if you have something wrong with you. Maybe they can help us with your little accidents." He said as he glanced in the rearview mirror at Darren. "I don't wanna go to the doctor!" He near shouted. Darren had been afraid of hospitals and doctors since his mother died of cancer when he was only 4. He always fought and refused to go into their offices. "It's ok this doctor won't be at the hospital. He has a private practice." As he said this, they pulled up to a large two-story building. It looked like an old house to Darren, but it had a sign out front stating it was a doctor's office. Parking the car his dad got him out and carried him inside to check-in. Inside the front door was a desk with a hallway leading behind it. A staircase leading up to the second floor on the right side of the hallway. The wallpaper looked really old to him. With floral patterns in gold on a red background. This place looked, and more importantly to him, smelled nothing like a normal doctor's office. He hated that overclean chemical smell. After checking in they moved through an arched doorway to the right. There were a few chairs surrounding a play area. There was a table with a train set on it you could move around by hand. Off to the side were the normal doctor's office blocks with multiple wires that had shapes you could move along them in patterns. Lastly scattered around were a few different kinds of toys. Mostly blocks and legos, but also some action figures. Most were old though. Darren moved to the table playing with the train. After a short while though he heard his name called. Picking him up again his dad followed a lady in a sundress down the hall. Entering a door he saw a room he would have thought was a kitchen. There were no appliances though, and a large exam table sat in the center of the room. The doctor came in, and after his normal questions began asking Darren some more pertinent ones. "So are you having trouble controlling when you go potty?" He said in a kind light hearted tone. Darren nodded shyly. "Well, what's going on? Can you say when it started?" Darren just sat in silence staring at the floor. The doctor looked up at his dad. "It started about a month ago. He has always had an issue with wanting to hold it til the last minute while playing. Then he would try to rush to the bathroom in time. Often without making it. Now though he will just start wetting himself randomly it seems. Says he doesn't feel anything when it happens." His dad stated in an exasperated tone. "I finally had to just bring him in. I'm not sure what else to do." "Any nighttime wetting?" The doctor asked. "Used to be none, now it's almost every night." "Well let me examine him." Standing up he moved to the table where Darren sat. "Now just lay back, and I'll feel on your tummy ok." Nodding Darren laid back and the doctor lifted his shirt to his chest. Then with sure motions began to push in on different spots of his abdomen. The doctor asked each time if there was any pain, but Darren always shook his head negatively. As he pushed at Darren's lower abdomen though he felt a warm stream immediately rush from between his legs. Moving quickly the doctor grabbed a towel from one of the nearby cabinets. Then used it to dry up any of the urine that met the floor. "Wait here it's gonna be alright. My nurse will be in here to help you get cleaned up in just a minute." Then motioning to his dad, Darren watched as they exited the room. ********* "Well I'm not entirely sure what's going on, but he seems to be in fine physical health. He is quite small for his age, and that may be causing some delays though. His muscles and nerves may just not be fully developed enough yet. It may take some time before he gains full control. We will run some bloodwork to rule out other possible issues. I don't foresee it showing anything though. I would also suggest having him in to see a pediatric urologist. In the meantime, he should probably wear some protection." With this, he moved to a hall closet nearby. Opening it Greg saw a bunch of baby diapers inside along with other supplies like powder and rash cream. There were a lot of different brands and sizes stacked neatly on the different shelves. Reaching up the doctor grabbed a package of size 7 pampers. They had pictures of some dogs across the packaging. Greg recognized them from the paw patrol show that Darren sometimes watched. "His small stature works in your favor here. The size seven diapers should fit him well. This will save you some money over the medical youth diapers." He handed them to Greg who slowly nodded his head. "Yeah, I guess you're right. At least this way we can save his clothes, and bedding until he can control himself." He said with no enthusiasm. The doctor then grabbed a loose diaper from the same shelf. Moving over to a nurse he held it out. "The young one in the office had a bit of an accident. Can you help him get cleaned up, please?" Smiling she took the proffered object, "of course doctor." Then moved to the exam room. Stopping at the closet on the way to grab a small bottle of powder and a tube of rash cream. ********* As Darren sat in his wet pants for the second time that day, he wondered what his dad was talking about with the doctor. He started as the door opened, and a young nurse walked into the room. She was dark-skinned with long straight hair. She wore a pair of scrubs that had SpongeBob cartoons scattered across them. "OK we are gonna get you cleaned up, and ready to go." She said this with enthusiasm, but Darren just felt more disheartened as he saw the objects in her hands. She set the supplies down and moved to his side. "Now I want you to just lay back and relax. This will be over in no time, ok?" She said the last as more of a no-nonsense statement than a question. Knowing there was no point in arguing, he just lay back on the table. With sure motions, she had his shoes and pants off in record time. Then grabbing the waist of his white briefs, now stained yellow, she swiftly removed them. The soiled garments were dropped in a bag, then swiftly tied up. Dropping the bag on the counter, she grabbed up the supplies and then returned to his side. Setting the powder and cream down, she proceeded to open the diaper. Darren could see Chase, Marshall, and Sky from Paw Patrol pictured on the outside. Without a word, the nurse took his ankles in hand, and lifting his bottom, slid the diaper in place. Holding his legs she first spread some of the cream on his butt cheeks, then in between and up onto his scrotum. Next came the powder with its cloying babyish scent. Last, she lowered his legs and swiftly pulled the diaper between his legs and taped it in place. "There we go all clean, dry, and protected from further accidents." She exited the room, leaving him alone once more. Darren lay still marveling at the feeling. The diaper was so soft. Like a cloud enveloping his middle, but also holding him tight in a warm embrace. He wasn't sure how to feel about this. Physically, it felt good, almost right. Mentally, however, he knew it was wrong. He was too old to be in a diaper. He should feel embarrassed he thought. Instead, he just felt calm. It felt right somehow. The door opened to him still laying on the exam table. Looking he saw his dad standing there. He was looking at his son wearing nothing but a diaper and a t-shirt. Feeling his cheeks burn with embarrassment at last, Darren attempted to pull his shirt down over the diaper as he sat up. Moving to his son, Greg wrapped Darren in a firm hug. "It's OK little guy. You don't need to hide from Daddy. It's not a big deal. This should just be for a little while til you regain control." Nodding his head in assent he moved to get down from the table. Instead his dad grabbed him under the arms. Hoisting him up onto his hip, he grabbed the bag of clothes on the counter and they left the room. After checking out the two got in the car and drove home. ********* Back home the pair went inside. Greg sat his son in front of the TV in the living room. He then went back to his office. His business was fairly self-sufficient, therefore he could easily step away. He had been lucky enough to find people who were committed to helping him succeed. They would reach out if they needed his decision for anything truly important. After sending out an email to everyone notifying them he would be away for a while and to reach out if they needed anything, he then went searching through the internet. There he found clothes, furniture, and the other items he would need to care for Darren in his newly diapered state. Placing the orders to be delivered in the next few days he went up to the attic storage. ********* Darren sat watching nick Jr cartoons, thumb in his mouth, in the living room. He felt odd sitting in just a diaper watching cartoons. Yet he also felt safe and content. The diaper was so soft and hugged his waist in a comforting way. Reaching down he rubbed his hand over the soft cloth-like exterior marveling at the feeling. That's when he realized he was wet already. He hadn't even noticed when he wet himself. Feeling the squish of the absorbent gel inside gave him goosebumps. He realized he was actually kind of enjoying this. The diaper felt nice, and he didn't have to stop what he was doing for the bathroom. He was so engrossed in the exploration of his diapered state that he didn't notice his dad. He had come down stairs with a box. Looked in on his son, and seeing everything was OK, went into the kitchen. A few minutes later he returned, and picking Darren up, went back into the kitchen. Darren was startled by his dad suddenly picking him up. Then when they got into the kitchen he saw a cloth spread over the dining room table. His dad laid him down on it. In quick motions he had the diaper undone, drawn out from under him, and rolled up to throw away. Darren in his embarrassment tried to quickly cover himself. His dad just chuckled. "Ain't nothing there I ain't already seen little man. You're gonna have to keep those out of the way so I can get you cleaned up." Taking hold of Darren's wrists he moved them out of the way. Then taking some wipes he cleaned the diaper area. Darren laid there just taking in the sensations of his dad cleaning him. Then his dad lifted his legs as the nurse had done. After sliding a fresh diaper under him, he spread some more cream, and sprinkled fresh powder over the area. Then pulled the diaper up before taping it in place. "There we go all clean and fresh." He said as he tickled his son's belly. Darren laughed as he tried to squirm away. "Now the doctor said you will probably need these for a while. With that we are gonna have a few rules. Number one, you are not to change yourself or attempt to remove your diaper. If it needs to be changed you will come tell me, or another adult that I have said is allowed to change you. Number 2, you will use the diaper for its intended purpose. That means pee and poo. When you are ready we will work on getting you potty trained." He had a stern look as he said this. "But dad I can't go to school like this. The other kids will make even more fun of me." Darren whined with tears welling in his eyes. "Oh there's no need to worry about that. I was already planning on this, though it wasn't supposed to be until after the summer, you are going to be homeschooled for a while. I turned in all the necessary paperwork to your school when I picked you up today. You start an online course on monday." It was only Wednesday now so Darren started to get excited to have no school for almost a week. "Now lastly there may be more rules added in the future as they are needed. For now, though these two should suffice. I ordered you some new clothes and furniture to help with your needs. They should be here in a day or so. Until then I found a box of your old stuff in the attic. Not sure why I never got rid of it, but now I'm glad I didn't." He said this last with a grin. He moved to the sink to grab something then returned holding a pacifier in front of Darren's face. "Now I have seen you sucking on your thumb still at times. Seems like this would be better for you." Not wanting to seem eager, though secretly feeling excited, he pulled his head back from it. "I don't want to. It will make me look like a baby." He said in a low tone. "Buddy, it's a bit too late for that don't ya think? You're laying here in a diaper and t-shirt, been wetting your pants for a long time now, and suckling on your thumb." He said all this in a calm but no-nonsense tone. He wasn't trying to be mean, just stating the facts for his son. "I'm pretty sure this would be better for you than your thumb, and it would free your hand up to play." Accepting his dad's words, and even agreeing about being able to play easier, he opened his mouth to accept the blue pacifier. As he began to suckle at the nipple a warm feeling spread through him, and he felt even more at ease than before. As though the stress of everything else just fell away. "There see, isn't that better than your thumb?" Darren just nodded at his dad, a grin spreading behind the pacifier. "Now why don't you go play." Picking him up off the table he placed Darren down on the floor. As soon as his feet hit the floor he was moving back to the living room to watch cartoons. Greg smiled as he watched his son's diaper waddle. He hadn't seen Darren smile like that in years. Turning he began making dinner for the two of them. ********* Darren had gone up to his bedroom. There he turned his TV on to watch more nickelodeon. SpongeBob was on now after all. Sitting he began playing with his toys. After just a few minutes though he grew bored with them. Instead he went to his small bookshelf in the corner. There were quite a lot of books here that his dad used to read him before bed. They hadn't performed this bedtime ritual in some time though. Him getting too old and his dad being busy with his work. On the second shelf though there were a bunch of coloring books, and various tubs of crayons. Grabbing these and a book he began to color while watching the antics of SpongeBob. An hour or so later his dad called him down to dinner. As he entered the kitchen he saw his old high chair. The normal table piece was gone, and it sat next to the bar instead of the table. His dad picked him up as he came in the room. Carrying him over he sat Darren in the highchair and after buckling him in pushed the chair to the bar. "You're a bit big for this chair with the table attached, but this should work for now." He smiled as he sat a plate of Mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, and cut up pieces of a cube steak. "I made your favorite." With a smile he sat a glass of milk down as well. "Where's the fork?" Darren asked looking up at his dad. "Silly you don't need a fork. You can just use your hands." With that, he placed a bib around Darren's neck. Paw patrol characters were pictured on it. Hesitantly at first, then with more confidence, Darren used his hands to eat. By the time he was finished his hands, face, and chair seemed to have more food on it than what was on the plate to begin with. Pulling him back from the bar counter, his dad unbuckled him. Then picked him up, and carried him to the hall bathroom. There he stood Darren in the tub. Then, after undressing him, ran bath water for the messy boy. While the water ran his dad left the room, returning quickly with a small basket of water toys. Darren hadn't seen his bath toys in a long time. "Look what I found while going through the attic earlier." He said with excitement as he turned over the basket. Out fell rubber animals that could hold water, most of which were water animals, a couple of tug boat ships, and two hand puppet things shaped like sharks. While Darren played with the toys, his dad proceeded to wash him. After getting the little boy cleaned up, he drained the dirty water out. Then drying his boy off, picked him up and carried him back to the living room. There he got Darren into a fresh diaper. Afterward he picked him up, moving to the couch he sat down, and turned on the TV. Finding a movie he sat on the couch cuddling with Darren next to him. After a short while, he fell asleep curled next to his daddy. Picking his boy up, Greg carried him up to his bedroom. Laying Darren in his bed, he kissed him on the forehead, and tucked him in for the night. "Good night my sweet boy." He turned the light off, leaving the Chase nightlight going. Then closing the door he left Darren to his dreams.