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Blue Blood, Silk Ties - Chapter 1: The Gala of Fates Author note: I'm redoing this story. I didn't really like the first version, but I'm focused on this one. It's going to be a long novel. Please give me feedback on this version. A story about a universe where the Amazons have taken over and are dominating their littles. This story will be about people, royalty, the bourgeoisie, and many others. Chapter 1: "The Gala of Fates" The Kingdom of Eiradia sprawled across the horizon like an unbroken tapestry of power and secrets, its towering spires piercing clouds heavy with both rain and intrigue. The castle at its heart was a fortress of opulence and mystery, surrounded by sprawling fields where peasants toiled under the watchful eyes of Amazon guards. It was said that no one truly understood the workings of the royal court—not even those who served within it—but everyone knew one truth: life in Eiradia revolved around the whims of its rulers. And tonight, amidst glittering chandeliers and gilded halls, fate would be decided for many. --- Mira stood before the cracked mirror in her small, dimly lit room, tugging self-consciously at the hem of her dress. It was too short, too frilly, too... childish. She hated it. Her mother had stitched it herself years ago when Mira was much younger, but now it only served as a reminder of how little their family had—and how little they expected from her. The fabric was faded pink cotton, adorned with tiny embroidered flowers that had begun to unravel at the edges. A lace collar framed her neck awkwardly, making her feel more like a doll than a young woman on the cusp of adulthood. Her reflection stared back at her, wide-eyed and uncertain. Sixteen-year-old Mira wasn’t beautiful like Isabella; she was plain, with mousy brown hair tied into a loose braid and freckles scattered across her nose. Her hands were calloused from years of helping her mother in the fields, and her posture slouched slightly, as if she were trying to make herself smaller, less noticeable. But what Mira lacked in beauty or grace, she made up for in wit and determination. She often dreamed of escaping this life—of running far away from the poverty, the shame, the constant comparisons to her sister. Yet tonight, she felt trapped, forced to play a role she didn’t want: the overlooked daughter, the one nobody cared about. Across the hall, Isabella’s laughter floated through the thin wooden walls. Mira clenched her fists, swallowing the lump in her throat. Of course Isabella sounded happy. Everything came easily to her older sister—the charm, the confidence, the attention. Even Mother loved her best. “Mira!” Esther’s voice cut sharply through the house. “Are you ready yet? We don’t have all night!” “I’m coming,” Mira muttered under her breath, smoothing down her skirt one last time before stepping out into the main room. Esther stood near the hearth, adjusting Isabella’s gown with practiced care. The dress was exquisite—a deep emerald silk borrowed from a neighbor in exchange for two months’ worth of grain. It shimmered in the firelight, accentuating Isabella’s golden curls and delicate features. At sixteen, Isabella looked every bit the princess she hoped to become someday. Her smile was radiant, her movements graceful, her laughter musical. Everyone adored her, including their mother. Esther glanced up briefly as Mira entered the room, her lips pursing in disapproval. “That dress is ridiculous,” she snapped. “You look like a child.” Mira flinched but said nothing. What could she say? It was true. And worse still, Esther seemed almost pleased by it. In Eiradia, looking “childish” wasn’t necessarily a bad thing—it might even work in Mira’s favor tonight. But knowing that only made her stomach churn with humiliation. “You should have worn something nicer,” Esther continued, turning back to Isabella without another glance at Mira. “This is your chance to catch the eye of someone important. Do you understand? If either of you marries well, we’ll finally be able to leave this hovel behind.” Mira swallowed hard, staring at the floor. Leave this hovel behind. That was all Esther ever talked about these days. Ever since their father disappeared years ago—vanished without a trace, leaving them destitute—Esther had pinned all her hopes on finding wealthy husbands for her daughters. Or failing that, selling them to the Amazons for a hefty allowance. The thought sent a shiver down Mira’s spine. She’d heard whispers about the royal court, about the Amazon royalty and their peculiar obsession with raising “Littles.” Babies, toddlers, children—all regressed into helpless dependents, pampered and paraded like prized pets. Some families willingly gave up their children for the privilege, desperate for the money and status it brought. Others resisted until hunger and desperation left them no choice. Tonight’s gala was different. It wasn’t just about marriage anymore; it was about selection. The princess herself—Princess Ruby—was finally old enough to choose her first Little. Rumors swirled about what that entailed: public ceremonies, elaborate displays, endless pampering... and humiliation. To be chosen meant becoming a spectacle, a symbol of the kingdom’s strange customs. But it also meant security—for the chosen one, and for their family. Isabella seemed unfazed by the idea. She twirled in front of the mirror, admiring the way her gown caught the light. “Don’t worry, Mama,” she said sweetly. “I’ll make sure we’re taken care of. You know I always get what I want.” Esther smiled proudly, patting Isabella’s shoulder. “That’s my girl.” Mira clenched her jaw, fighting back tears. She wanted to scream, to demand why no one ever believed in her. But she knew better. Speaking out would only earn her another scolding—or worse, indifference. So instead, she kept quiet, letting her resentment simmer beneath the surface. As they prepared to leave, Esther handed Isabella a pair of delicate gloves and a matching fan, then turned to Mira with a sigh. “Here,” she said, thrusting a ribbon into Mira’s hands. “At least tie your hair properly. Try not to embarrass us.” Mira nodded mutely, tying the ribbon around her braid with trembling fingers. Outside, the air was cool and damp, carrying the faint scent of earth and smoke. The walk to the castle felt endless, each step heavier than the last. Mira trailed behind her mother and sister, clutching the folds of her childish dress as if it could shield her from the stares she knew were coming. When they reached the gates, the sight took her breath away. The castle loomed above them, its walls lined with torches that cast flickering shadows across the stone. Nobles and peasants alike streamed inside, their laughter and chatter filling the night air. Somewhere beyond those doors lay the gala—and Princess Ruby, waiting to choose her first Little. Mira swallowed nervously, her heart pounding in her chest. Whatever happened tonight, one thing was certain: nothing would ever be the same again.

Chapter One: The Scent of Lavender and Longing Notices: I haven't been posting much because of my college, it's complicated and I have a lot of work and I also have to work to pay for it, but I promise to post more chapters. If you want to support me, there's a link to my ko-fi and my buy me a coffee. Sorry for any spelling mistakes. I'm learning to improve my English, it's not my native language. *** The summer sun hung lazily over the sleepy suburb, casting golden streaks across the lawns and rooftops. For Lily Harper, it was supposed to be a peaceful day—curled up in her room with a dog-eared paperback, or maybe binging the latest sci-fi series she’d been raving about to her friends. At sixteen, she was a whirlwind of curiosity and independence, her short auburn hair perpetually tousled from biking through town, her hazel eyes sharp with the kind of defiance only a teenager could muster. But peace wasn’t on the agenda today. Her mother’s voice had cut through her plans like a knife that morning: “Last-minute work trip. You’re staying with Aunt Clara. No arguments.” Lily hated visiting Aunt Clara’s house. The air there always smelled of lavender and regret—a cloying mix that clung to the furniture and seeped into her clothes. It wasn’t just the scent, though. It was the way the house felt: too quiet, too still, like a museum of unfulfilled dreams. She stood in her bedroom now, shoving her Kindle, a sketchbook, and a tangle of earbuds into her suitcase, muttering under her breath. “I’m sixteen, Mom. I can stay home alone. I don’t need a babysitter.” Her mother, already halfway out the door with her own suitcase, didn’t budge. “Clara’s expecting you, Lily. Be good. It’s just a week.” A week. Seven days in that suffocating house with her aunt, who always seemed to hover too close, her smiles too wide. Lily sighed and zipped up her bag, resigned. She didn’t know it yet, but this summer—her sixteenth—was about to unravel in ways she couldn’t imagine. **** Forty miles away, Clara Bennett stood in the checkout line at the supermarket, her fingers tightening around the handle of her basket. She was 28, with soft blonde hair pulled into a neat bun and a floral sundress that screamed “housewife.” She worked part-time in marketing—crafting slogans for products she didn’t care about—but her real life was at home, waiting for something that never came. Her husband, David, was a salesman who spent more time in hotel rooms than with her, and their marriage had withered under the weight of a single, devastating truth: he was infertile. Clara’s dream of motherhood, once a vivid tapestry of nursery rhymes and tiny shoes, had frayed into a quiet, gnawing ache. The two women ahead of her in line didn’t help. They were her age, chatting brightly as the cashier scanned their items. One cradled a swollen belly, her hand resting proudly on it. The other held a pack of diapers, grinning. “I’m having my first,” the pregnant woman said, her voice bubbling with excitement. “Twenty-eight feels like the perfect time.” “Absolutely,” the other replied, tossing the diapers into her bag. “Plenty of energy to chase them around, change those diapers, enjoy every second.” Clara’s chest tightened. She stared at the jar of lavender candles in her basket, pretending to read the label. Enjoy every second. The words stung like salt in a wound. All the women her age were becoming mothers—posting baby photos online, swapping stories about sleepless nights—while she was left with an empty house and a husband who barely looked at her anymore. But today, something shifted. Her phone buzzed in her purse, and she fished it out to see a text from her sister: Lily’s staying with you for a week. Work emergency. Thanks, sis! Lily. Her niece. Sixteen, bright, a little wild—like Clara had been once, before life sanded down her edges. A slow smile crept across Clara’s face as she paid for her candles. She’d always adored Lily, hadn’t she? The girl’s visits were rare, but they’d given Clara a taste of something she craved—someone to care for, to fuss over. And now, a whole week. An idea flickered in her mind, fragile at first, then blazing. Lily could be more than a guest. She could be Clara’s chance. Not just to play aunt, but to have something—someone—to call her own. A little girl. Her little girl. The diapers in the woman’s bag flashed in her memory. Cute clothes. Soft blankets. A nursery she’d never gotten to use. Clara’s smile widened as she walked to her car, the summer heat pressing against her skin. This was fate, wasn’t it? Her luck was finally changing. Back at home, Lily dragged her suitcase down the stairs, her sneakers scuffing the hardwood. She’d argued with her mom until her throat hurt, but it was no use. “Clara’s lonely,” her mother had said, almost as an afterthought. “She could use the company.” Lily rolled her eyes. Lonely or not, Aunt Clara was weird—always watching her too closely, asking too many questions about school, about her life. Last time, she’d even tried to braid Lily’s hair, her fingers lingering like she was savoring it. It creeped Lily out. She tossed her suitcase into the backseat of her mom’s car and slumped into the passenger side. As they drove toward Clara’s house, the city faded into tree-lined streets and tidy lawns. Lily stared out the window, her Kindle resting on her lap. She’d survive this week. She’d hole up with her books and shows, tune out Clara’s hovering, and count the days until she was free again. The car pulled into the driveway of a modest two-story house, its shutters painted a faded blue. Lavender bushes flanked the porch, their scent already curling through the open window. Clara stepped out the front door, waving eagerly, her sundress swaying in the breeze. “Lily! Oh, I’m so glad you’re here!” she called, her voice too bright, her eyes glinting with something Lily couldn’t place. Lily forced a smile and grabbed her suitcase. “Hey, Aunt Clara,” she mumbled, brushing past her into the house. The air hit her like a wave—lavender and regret, thick and inescapable. She didn’t notice the way Clara’s gaze lingered on her, or the way her aunt’s hands clasped together, trembling with a quiet, desperate hope. This was going to be a long week.

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."

We welcome your comments and criticisms. Prologue: A young girl named Abigail will have to deal with her stepmother for six months Chapter 01: Abigail was a beautiful, intelligent girl with bright blonde hair and a clever look in her eyes. She lived with her family, including her stepmother Lilian, who was a strong and dominant businesswoman. Lilian was about to marry Abigail's father, Mike, a man who traveled a lot for his work. Despite having an initially friendly relationship with Lilian and enjoying the moments they spent together, Abigail had a secret that worried her. Ever since her mother left when she was little, Abigail had suffered from the problem of wetting the bed at night. Her father reassured her that it was just a passing phase, and Lilian also tried to be understanding, but deep down she considered her immature and discreetly called her "baby" because she still didn't have proper bladder control.All of Lilian's cruel actions were hidden from Mike, always away from his eyes. Abigail felt helpless and feared what would happen when her father wasn't around to protect her. One evening, during a family dinner, Mike made an announcement that would change the course of everyone's lives. He revealed that his company would be opening a branch in another country and that he would need to move for six months to manage this new venture. Abigail sank into her chair at what her father said, but also felt a certain relief, as she knew that her stepmother wouldn't be staying at the house during this period. Before Abigail could get up and leave the table, her father asked her to stay and announced something that left her even more astonished. He said that, as the wedding between him and Lilian was approaching, and considering the closeness between Abigail and her stepmother, Lilian could look after her during his absence. Abigail lost consciousness for a moment, unable to process what was happening. Still half-stunned by the shock of her father's announcement, Abigail was still dizzy when Lilian broke the silence and said: "You wanted to go to bed at that time, didn't you, Abigail? I'll take you." Abigail wanted to refuse, but some part of her, perhaps the fear of confronting Lilian, made her agree. "Yes, let's go," she said, holding out her hand to Lilian, who promptly took it. The two went up the stairs together, arriving at Abigail's room. The room still bore traces of the girl's childhood, even though she had long since outgrown that phase. Toys scattered around the room, walls painted in pastel colors and a small closet full of children's clothes gave the place an atmosphere that no longer matched Abigail's age. Lílian selected an outfit for Abigail, chosen from among the pieces she had bought months ago, clothes that were more reminiscent of a child's style. She picked out a light blue sweater with floral prints. Abigail allowed Lilian to help her put it on, feeling uncomfortable. After covering Abigail with the blanket, Lilian approached and said, with a tone of veiled threat: "Little one, I have a deal for you. If you wake up dry tomorrow, I won't do anything to you. But if you wake up wet, there will be changes in this house." Abigail, aware that this was her only chance of avoiding trouble, decided to accept the deal. With a little hesitation, she murmured: "Yes.”

Chapter 1: The Accident "No, no, no, no," Emily whispered to herself as she scrambled out of bed. She wanted to cry. Her pajamas were completely soaked. Running her hand back over her bed she realized that it to was soaked. She had wet the bed. Bedwetting wasn't new to Emily as she had started having nighttime accidents a few months before. The only issue was that because of her accidents, Emily had been wearing Huggies Pull-ups to bed every night. Well, except last night, of course. Last night, she had decided that she was a big girl and didn't need to wear one of her pull on diapers and so after her mom wished her goodnight, she switched her Pull-up for a pair of panties. Emily knew that her mom would be upstairs soon to check on her and make sure she was up and getting ready for school. She needed to hide the evidence from her accident, fast. She stripped off her pajamas and slid them underneath her bed. She didn't have time to shower and so she did her best to towel off before getting dressed for the day. when it came to her bed, Emily only had one option and that was to remake her bed like she did every morning and hope her mom wouldn't realize she had an accident. She would deal with it when she got home from school. "Emily," July, Emily's mom, shouted up the stairs. "Are you ready yet?" "Coming mom," Emily replied. She made sure that everything was where it should be before heading downstairs. "What took you so long, sweetheart? You're going to be late." "Sorry mom, I slept past my alarm clock." "Hmm, ok. Did you have an accident?" "Mom," Emily whined, "I didn't wet the bed." She hated being asked that question. It made her feel like a baby. "Alright, I'm just asking," July replied, handing Emily her lunch box and water bottle. "Now come on, let's get going." Grateful her lie had passed, Emily grabbed a pop-tart out of the pantry before climbing into the back seat of the car. Now all she had to do was make it through the school day without her Mom finding her wet bed and pajamas. With that, Emily dove into her strawberry pop-tart with a sigh as her mom pulled out of the driveway. Throughout the school day, all Emily could think about was her accident. She was worried that her mom would find her wet sheets and the thought made her uneasy. Even if her mom didn't find out about her accident, she had no idea how she was going to clean up her sheets without being asked about them. Maybe she could pretend to spill some juice on her sheets to have an excuse to wash them? No, she would still get in trouble for spilling on her bed and her sheets would smell from the accident. The whole thing made her head hurt and she wished she had just worn the stupid Pull-up in the first place. As soon as the bell rang after school, Emily grabbed her backpack and fought her way through the horde of kids to the car rider line. She only had to wait a few minutes before she spotted her mom's car and sure enough her name was called out by one of the teachers. A pit formed in Emily's stomach as she climbed into the back seat of the car. All she wanted to do was pick her mom's brain about whether or not she had found out about her accident. Emily knew better than that though and kept quiet about the subject. "Hey, sweetheart. How was your day?" "It was good. We got to go to PE today instead of music, and I got an A on my math test." Emily's uneasiness was already starting to go away as she relaxed. Her mom was asking the usual after school questions. She didn't seem suspicious at all about the accident. "That sounds like a fun day. Anything else you want to tell me? "Not really. We started a new book today in class, but it's pretty boring." "Is that all you want to tell me about?" "Yyyaaa." Emily fidgeted in her seat. The pit in her stomach was back and she felt a little nauseous. Her mom had to know something was up, but she wasn't going to admit to anything. "Are you sure there's nothing else that happened. Outside of school maybe?" It was over. Emily knew her mom had found out about her accident and it was time to fess up. Her face was bright red and full of shame. She tried to avoid the conversation a minute longer by gazing out the window. "I... I had an accident last night." "I know you did, sweetheart. Why didn't you tell me?" "I don't know." "That's not an answer, Emily." I... I didn't want you to be mad that I didn't wear a Pull-up last night. I'm sorry momm... mom. I... I didn't mean to." Emily was on the verge of tears. She felt bad for lying to her mom. She didn't normally lie, but lying about the accident seemed better than admitting that she hadn't worn a Pull-up to bed like she was supposed to. "Sweetheart, you should have told me this morning." "Would you have been upset?" "Yes, sweetheart, I still would have been upset that you didn't wear a Pull-up, but we all make mistakes. What I'm more upset by is the fact you lied." "I'm sorry, it won't happen again." "I know it won't happen again because there are going to be some changes around the house." "What do you mean?" "You'll find out when we get home. I want to show you your room before we talk." Emily didn't know what to think. What had her mom meant by "changes around the house" and why did she need to see her room? The only thing she knew for sure was that she was in big trouble and she slumped back in her seat, sitting in silence for the rest of the drive. At home, Emily slowly trudged inside and set her backpack down. She watched her mom head upstairs and she tried not to follow. She wanted to stay as far away as possible to try and avoid whatever punishment she was about to receive. "Emily, where do you think you're going, little one?" July asked, holding out her hand. "Come on, let's go see your new room." Little one. Emily had never been called this before. It stopped her dead in her tracks. Her mom had never been so serious and yet so calm before. She had no choice but to take her mom's hand and follow her up the stairs. Taking each step as slow as possible to try and delay the inevitable. Upstairs, Emily found something she wasn't expecting. There was a new sign on her door. It was a cute, pink sign that was very babyish in design. What she couldn't figure out is why it read "Emily's Nursery" in big bold letters. She had to read the sign a second time just to be sure her brain wasn't playing tricks on her. She hadn't been mistaken though, the babyish sign on her door hinted that there was a nursery on the other side of the door. Her nursery. But that didn't make any sense. She didn't have a nursery, she had a bedroom. "Don't be afraid, sweetheart, go look inside." Emily wasn't sure if she wanted to see inside, but her mom's firm hand on her backside coerced her into the room. Thanks for reading! This is my first story here on dailydiapers so please leave a comment and let me know what you think.

This is my first story in English. I wrote a lot of stories in Dutch, and this is the first one I translated into English. Please let me know what you think of it. A 14 year old boy tells his darkest secrets to his girlfriend he only knows online. He only dares to tell about his bedwetting and his diapers because he will probably never meet her in real life. She doesn't believe him... at first. "No, not true. Now you're going too far. I don't believe it anymore. Bullshit!" She wrote, her message coming in with a soft ping from the laptop's speakers. To the left of her message, a very small photo of her face was visible as an icon. All you could see was a very small girly face surrounded by long blond hair. We also spoke regularly via video chat, but that was not possible now. I had to do homework and my mom was strict and maybe she could hear me from downstairs. I was actually not allowed to use the laptop at all, but only because I was doing French I needed the laptop to translate words. That was my excuse. If my mom knew I was spending my time chatting with my girlfriend, she would definitely get mad. I smiled, because even though I knew it had told the truth, I wouldn't have believed it either. "Really." "No way!" "It’s true." "You're lying. You're fourteen." If we had looked each other in the eye, via our webcams, she would have seen me blush. I had told her something I wouldn't dare tell anyone else, but I trusted her and when we challenged each other half an hour ago to share our deepest secrets, I had told her mine. I trusted her. We lived two hundred kilometers apart and we had never met in real life. We had met online and gradually a friendship had developed. Nowadays we sent messages to each other daily, usually via chat but lately also via WhatsApp. We told each other everything, or almost everything. She didn't know anyone in my circle of friends, and I didn't know any of her friends. And the chance that we would meet in person was slim at least, maybe in the future. We already knew quite a bit about each other. For example, I knew she had a boyfriend and they had made love last month. She had let her boyfriend's hand slide into her panties, and she made him cum. She was a year older than me, but in that respect she was way ahead of me. I had girlfriends, but never that way. I had never kissed a girl, let alone put my hand into her pants. I said I was jealous and she laughed out loud. She hadn't laughed at me, but had said she liked me too. We had been video chatting then and to my surprise she had unbuttoned her blouse for me and lowered her bra. It had only been a few seconds, but I had seen her bare breasts. For a few seconds, and then she'd kissed the webcam and disconnected. Of course I was in love with her. "I am a bed wetter." That had been my confession. That was my deepest secret that I wouldn't tell anyone else, but I felt my secret was safe with her. I had waited anxiously for her answer, and her answer had taken longer than usual. I got that. My secret would undoubtedly have come as a bombshell and I hoped she wouldn’t think of me as a baby. That she would make fun of me or something. I was pretty sure she wouldn't, but I feared it nonetheless. "Oh" she replied, with a little red-cheeked icon. "Doesn't matter. Still love you." Plus an icon with two red lips. Her message came in with a ping and I breathed a sigh of relief. Her response had given me the courage to go even further. "Not every night, but sometimes several times a week." "Does it get less?" "Only a little. Until I was eleven I woke up wet every morning. I can’t seem to get rid of it." "It will stop by itself." "I've been hearing that for ten years." I included a smiling face. "It really stops, please believe me. Bedwetting alarm?" I blushed again, and I shook my head. Actually, I was glad we weren't video chatting now, so she couldn't see my shame. While typing it was a bit easier to reveal your deepest secrets. All of a sudden I also felt the need to tell the whole story, as if I was relieved to finally be able to tell someone. This was my chance, and I felt like I now had an sympathetic ear. I started typing and promised myself not to stop until I had told everything. "There is a plastic sheet in my bed. I change my own bed at night and put the sheets in the washing machine. That is often in the middle of the night. Sometimes I have to wear a diaper, then I will sleep through. Mom says that I sometimes need diapers to get a good nights rest. I don't want it. " "That sucks." "Sometimes. Very sometimes. When Mom is really angry she sends me to bed and then she diapers me. And sometimes... she spanks me. On my bare bottom. She is very strict." It did relieve me. I had never told anyone this before, but now it was over. I waited anxiously for her response. There was no response. Suddenly it was silent from the other side. I read my own message back and nothing I wrote was a lie. A message came back, but without text. Just an icon with bared teeth, as if they were laughing very hard. She didn't believe me. "It's true. I didn't lie." "No, not true. Now you're going too far. I don't believe this anymore. Bullshit!" "Really." "No way!" "It’s true." "You're lying. You're fourteen. This can't be true." "I swear." I hadn't lied. It didn't happen very often, and to be fair it had only happened once in recent years. Mommy had never really spanked me again in recent years, but in the past I had regularly been lying over her knee and also with a bare bottom. And in recent years she had barely diapered me anymore, except when I was very ill once last year. And she diapered me when we were on vacation and had slept a few nights in a hotel, but then I had only just turned twelve. Last time she had spanked me and diapered me was not so long ago, and it was etched in my memory. That had been two months ago, on a Sunday evening. I had wet my bed three nights in a row and my exams were due to start on Monday. My mother had sent me to bed early and insisted that I would wear a diaper. Not only had I refused the latter, I had not gone to bed immediately. That was stupid of me. When my mother came upstairs an hour later she found me behind the laptop and was furious. She had pulled down my pajamas, gave me a few good slaps on my bottom, and then diapered me. I had cried like a toddler, and had felt like a toddler, but I had slept through the night. I had woken up dry and so the diaper had been in vain. "Then show me a diaper!" Wrote my girlfriend. "No. Can't. I have to learn, and can't chat. I’m afraid my mother hears me." "I knew it! You’re a liar." She sent me four smiling faces. "I’ll show you later." "No, now! Otherwise you go to the supermarket first." There was a new kind of sound coming out of my speakers, and I knew she had started a video chat. I doubted. I wanted her to believe me or I would have told the whole story for nothing. I accepted the video connection and her face covered the whole screen. I turned off the sound right away because I knew my mother was listening from downstairs and would come up right away if she heard a strange noise. "Okay, but I turned the sound off, so I can't hear you." I typed it and did not use the audio connection that was also established. I got up and opened the closet door. On the bottom shelf was a box containing the pack of diapers. This way I wouldn't have to worry about opening the closet door when someone was in my bedroom. I listened through the open bedroom door. Mom had me keep the door open, but that also made it easier for me to hear Mom coming. I knew she was busy downstairs, and I could hear her rummaging in the kitchen. I quickly opened the box and pulled a diaper from the half-full pack. I quickly walked back to my desk and showed the diaper in front of the webcam. I turned the rectangular-folded diaper around for her. I saw how my girlfriend looked at the image on her screen with astonishment. She looked for a few seconds and then said something, but I didn't hear anything. She remembered I had turned off the sound and started typing. "Unfold it." I saw her message and gently unfolded the diaper. The diaper creaked, but not nearly loud enough to be heard downstairs. I showed her the unfolded diaper from all sides and I assumed she was amazed at the size of the diaper. Normally you would see diapers in toddler size at most, but I was a lot larger than a three-year-old, and my diapers were a also lot larger. "Is it very uncomfortable?" I read her sentence, but I heard my mother at the bottom of the stairs. I knew I was in trouble if my mom found out I wasn't doing my homework, and panicked I looked around. I still had the diaper in my hand, the box of diapers was open and in front of my closet, and on my laptop you could see that I was doing something completely different than homework. I was wasting precious seconds in my panicky indecisiveness and realized much too late that I had to do something. Mama was already halfway up the stairs, and all I could hope for was that she wouldn't come straight to my room. Maybe she had a laundry basket in her hands and was on her way to the attic to hang the laundry, or maybe she had just ironed the laundry and wanted to put it away in her closet. I was afraid I wouldn't be that lucky. With a quick mouse movement I opened the window with the translation website, it would at least look like I was doing something for my homework. Now I just had to quickly hide the diaper and silently push the box of diapers back into the closet. I should just be able to make it. I ran to the closet with the unfolded diaper in my hand, but I did it without making a sound. At least I tried. The closet door was still open and I tossed the diaper into the bottom compartment. At least it was out of sight and that was quite something. And now finally only the box with diapers was still in plain view. Mama was almost upstairs and I heard her close by. I didn't have time to see where she went and I grabbed the box. With the flaps open I pushed the box into the cupboard, but it didn't fit at all. The box had to be closed and only then it fit snugly, leaving only an inch or two between the top of the box and the next shelf. In panic, I pushed, instead of quickly folding the box. It still didn't fit. Off course it didn’t fit. The box wouldn't go in completely like that. It got stuck halfway through, damaging the top a bit. The cardboard was too strong to bend with and two flaps reinforced each other and blocked against the shelf at the top. I realized that too, pulled the box out again and wanted to close it properly. "What are you doing?" My mother asked. I could tell from her voice that she was irritated. I was speechless. I had no idea what to say, nor could I think of any excuse for sitting on my knees in front of my closet door with the box of diapers in my hands. "Mom, I… I…" I stuttered. I felt flushed with shame. Mama bent to grab the box I had just closed with much difficulty. I think she wanted to check if my diapers were still there, but her eyes suddenly saw the unfolded diaper in the closet. Unfortunately, that diaper was not far enough in the back of the closet as I had hoped and intended. Mama pulled the diaper out of the closet and held it up for me. She looked at the diaper and wondered clearly why the diaper was out of the pack and had been unfolded in the back of the closet. The diaper was right in front of my face, but I was still looking up at my mother. She looked down on me now. "What is this supposed to mean?" She asked. I swallowed, blushed and shivered. I knew I was screwed. I would be punished: grounded, or no longer allowed behind the laptop. House arrest meant that I moved into the guest room temporarily, with no television and laptop, and no toys or comic books. There was only a bed and an empty desk, and I would only be allowed out to go to the bathroom and to eat, and of course to school if it was a school day. "I think you were supposed to be doing your homework, right?" Mom said, and finally she said something that I had an answer to. "That ... I.. I was doing that." I stammered again. I quickly scrambled to my feet and walked to my desk. I pointed out the French assignments I had done. I looked at Mom in awe and saw her carelessly throw the diaper on my bed and walk over to me. Mum was always well aware of my homework. I always had to tell her exactly what to do, and she often checked to see if I had done it. Now she snatched my notebook from the desk. She looked at it, flipped through it, and then looked at me in horror. "This is what you did? All afternoon? Is this all?" She looked straight at me, and I could do nothing but nod, realizing that she understood that I had done other things than my homework. I was desperate for an excuse as to why I could have done so little about my homework, and I tried to come up with a harmless alternative because I could never admit I had been chatting with my girlfriend. Then I would probably never be able to chat again. And I also looked for a legitimate reason why I took a diaper out of the box. I couldn't think of anything. Nothing at all. And all the while my mother looked at me with her piercing look. There was a painful silence, and it seemed as if that silence lasted for minutes. "I don't think I'll get answers today." My mother said resignedly, but that didn't reassure me. Mama almost always stayed calm, and calculating, but that didn't mean she wasn't angry. And I immediately noticed that anger. She grabbed my T-shirt and pulled it up. The fact that she started to undress me with a diaper on my bed made me suspect the worst. I knew it was too late to argue or apologize, and opposing her now would only make things worse. Still, I couldn't control myself and tried to pull away. "Stand still!" My T-shirt was already off and she threw it on the floor. She already grabbed my pants. I sputtered, more for form than to really oppose. She deftly opened my jeans, pulled them down mercilessly, with a lot of force, and immediately forced my underpants down at the same time. Suddenly I was naked in front of here. I screamed because this was something she had never done to me in recent years. In the past this meant a good and proper old fashioned spanking, but I couldn't imagine having to undergo that as a fourteen year old. Still somewhat stiff, I allowed it, and I felt my pants and underpants stuck just above my knees. My mother apparently thought I was undressed far enough. Without mercy she started spanking me and I cried out. Her hand slapped loudly against the naked skin and where I was used to be bend over the knee, she was now hitting me standing up. She hit me hard, but the pain was not too bad. The shock and shame were much worse than the pain, and after a few strokes I tried to shield my buttocks with my hands. However, the first five slaps were already direct hits. "Mom, don't. Please!" Mama slapped my hands away, and spanked me a few more times, but the blows barely hit. She then pushed me over to the bed. "You took the diaper out of the pack yourself, so we'll use it." She said with a cynical smile. I shook my head frantically. "Mom, please." "You will get diapered, then you can put on your pajamas and you will go straight to bed after dinner. Until then, you have half an hour to work on your French. You will do that at the kitchen table so I can see you. And now lie down!" She commanded firmly, pushing me towards my bed. I made small jumps to keep my balance, because the pants on my knees prevented me from walking. I sat down on my bed, bare bottom on the sheets. My mother immediately pushed me onto my back and forced my legs in the air, then she pulled my pants off. Mommy sat on the edge of the bed, holding my ankles together and up like I was a toddler. She pushed the diaper under my buttocks with her other hand. I shivered with shame. I was fourteen years old and I was just the same height as Mommy, but she still treated me like a little child. There was nothing I could do but let my mother put a diaper on me. And I would have to keep that diaper on for the time being, also downstairs at the dining table. I wasn't hoping that one of my friends would suddenly come over and see me sitting at the kitchen table in pajamas, and I wouldn’t even dare thinking about anyone recognizing the diaper under my pajamas too. Suddenly my thoughts turned to my laptop. I jerked my head to the side and looked at my desk. I was suddenly not sure if I had closed the video chat. I could remember I had hidden the Skype session behind a browser, but that did not mean that the session was ended or that the other one could no longer see me through the webcam. "No. No… No!" I groaned, almost crying. I realized that if the session was still open, I was now directly in front of the camera, and everything that had just happened had been in front of the camera. I groaned again and felt another shiver run through me. The fact that my mother had hit me and that I had to wear a diaper every now and then was bad enough, but if it had all been in full view, then my humiliation was complete. Still blushing, I looked into the camera of my laptop, lying on my back, naked. My knees were retracted and my feet were in the air, held together by Mommy, who meanwhile positioned the humiliating diaper under me. I really was not sure anymore, and just hoped no one was watching anymore. I did not dare to look into the camera and turned my head the other way. "What is it?" Mommy also sensed something was wrong, but meanwhile she pushed my thighs out. I was silent, as I had been unable to answer her questions all along. I patiently allowed the front of my diaper positioned on my belly, and I felt the adhesive strips to be fastened one by one. Mommy did it with great ease, as she had done it hundreds of times before. "Look at me." Mama commanded. "Put on some pajamas and get your school stuff. If I don't see you downstairs in a minute, you'd better get into bed right away. Is that understood?" I nodded. "Yes mommy." I said softly. Mama got up and left the room without looking back. She left me lying, idle and humiliated. I knew I should not waist any more time and got up quickly. My diaper creaked softly and I hated that sound, just as I hated the feeling of the tight plastic around my waist and in my groin and the wad between my legs. I almost ran to the closet. I didn't care about the webcam anymore, Mommy's command was more important. Much more important. Everything else I had no influence on anymore. I never wore pajamas anymore, but I still had two. I put on the biggest one, hoping it would best hide my diaper, and my diaper disappeared from view from anyone who might be watching. Then I walked over to my laptop, trembling with fear. I closed the translation website and looked straight into my girlfriend's face. I didn't want to look at her, but I did. It was only a very short moment. I shuddered to realize that she had really seen everything. I quickly closed the laptop, but not before I saw her last message light up. "You hadn't lied." I read. With all kinds of smileys.