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THE MAGIC SHOW INTRODUCTION When my girlfriend broke up with me I moved back to my hometown, and started living with my step mom, Jackie. I didn’t have anywhere else to go. The condo, and our cars were all in my ex’s name. She was always the more responsible one. Living with Jackie again really filled out my cliche - that being : a thirty-one year old, struggling magician, that lives in his mom’s basement. She didn’t mind at all. Jackie had needed help working on the house ever since my father passed away last year, and welcomed the help. She ran a small daycare out of the house during the week. Which I thought would help the ‘struggling’ part of my current situation. I expected that I could score a few jobs doing kid’s parties for her clients. Most of them were single moms though. With little expendable income. I recognized a few of the women from grade school. Jackie didn’t charge them much to watch their kids. She had a soft spot for single moms. She raised my step sister all alone until she married my dad. The odd jobs around the house kept me occupied enough during the day. But, without a girlfriend to have sex with at night I was obviously left to my own devices - those being fantasies of wearing diapers and getting treated like a baby by pretty girls. It didn’t take long for all of the latter to become entangled. PART ONE ONE WEEK LATER... It was late Wednesday afternoon. I was finishing up a magic show that Jackie had helped me set up for the kids and their parents. “Okay Kids! Was that cool or what? I got one more trick for you. Who wants to see their mommy or daddy act like a chicken?” “YEAH!!... SO COOL!!!... YEAH!!!...” The kids erupted with anticipation. One little girl turned to her mom “I LIKED THE WABBIT!!! CAN I HAVE A WABBIT MOMMY!!!” The woman smiling back at the little girl was Dana - one of the girls I had recognized from high school. She caught me staring at her for a couple seconds too long. Shooting me a coy smile. I blushed, and tried to maintain my composer. “You hear that grown ups? The kids say they want to see you get HYPNOTIZED! You’re not gonna disappoint them are you?” I pulled a watch out of my pocket, and lifted it into the air. Instructing the kids to cover their ears. “Just stare at the watch now all you grown ups... you’re getting tired... Your eyes are heavy... On the count of three you will fall into a deep sleep. ONE... TWO... THREE...” The adults all slumped over in unison. “When I snap my fingers you will all wake up and be chickens until I snap my fingers again.” With one swift flick of my finger the adults all sprung from their chairs and started flapping their arms and strutting about the room. “BAWK, BAWK” they screeched as their kids rolled with laughter. I let the kids have their fun for a few minutes. “Okay! that’s long enough I think. We wouldn't want them to get stuck as chickens would we?” “OH NO!!!... TURN THEM BACK... QUICK!!!... NO!!!...” The youngsters were all shouting at once. Most of them maintained their playful giggles all the while. Until I hypnotized them too... “Okay parents that’s enough.” It took a few moments for them all to awkwardly shuffle back to their seats. “When I count to three everyone will wake up.” Adults and kids alike were staring at me through distant glassy eyes - completely unaware of what was coming next. “But... when you wake up…” my voice quivered anxiously, “ When you wake up anytime you see me wearing a diaper you will think I’m actually a baby, and treat me like one until I put my normal clothes back on again.” Dana cornered me after the show. “How have you been? I haven't seen you since High School? Blair really liked you... erm... your show... you know?” she was fumbling her words like a little school girl. “Thanks. It was my pleasure. I needed something to do. Things here are...” I trailed off not wanting to remind her that I lived with my step mom, if she was in fact flirting with me. “If you were gonna say boring. Join the club. Carsonville hasn't changed much since you left. If you’re free Friday maybe we can help each other not be bored. Here’s my number.” Dana shot me another coy smile and handed me a piece of notebook paper. “I should be free.” I tried to play cool - even though I was sure I was blushing again. Dana was pretty back then and really grew into her body nicely. I couldn’t believe she was into me. Jackie was in the kitchen opening a bottle of wine by the time I joined her in the kitchen, after showing to her car. “Celebrate a good show before dinner?” she asked as she poured two very big cups. Jackie liked her wine. And I was never one to turn down a drink. We finished the bottle before Jackie started cooking, and another one at dinner. Needless to say I was pretty drunk as I rushed to the basement the second I had finished eating. I was obviously excited to get myself into a diaper, but now there was an urgency. I had to pee so bad after drinking all that wine. I tore my clothes off with a hurry on the way to my room, and quickly tapped a diaper from my personal stash around my hips. I was walking like Frankenstein’s monster on my way back to Jackie. Trying to hold the pee in until she saw me. Jackie was cleaning the dishes. She had her back to me when I stepped back into the kitchen. My heart was pounding. It would be so embarrassing if the hypnosis didn’t work. But even still - I was so drunk... thinking about her actual reaction to me pissing myself right in front of her. Wearing nothing but a giant baby diaper, nursery print and all. It was giving me a hard on. This was happening now, for better or worse. I didn’t have to put any effort into it at all. As soon as I let go a little I could feel the front of my diaper start growing warmer. “Mommy…” I squeaked, tugging at the back of Jackie’s dress. “I have a acciwent...” Jackie turned around, and let out a gasp. I feared the worst. Her big blue eyes were wider than I’d ever seen them, filled with a look of horror - one that you would find on a woman who just saw her thirty one year old step son pissing in a giant baby diaper and talking to her like he was a toddler. My heart skipped a beat or two - before her eyes glassed over, and her mouth relaxed into a smile. She knelt down and poked my belly. “Did mommy's little man have an accident?” She cood at me. “We will have to clean him up before beddy-bye. Yes we will.” It worked! I was so relieved. “I go peepee!” I shouted at her in excitement. “I want sleep with you!” Jackie put the last dish away and took my hand. “Okay baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Jackie took me to my room, and laid me on the bed, and untaped my wet diaper. She gently cleaned me with baby wipes, cooing at me as she did. “Somebody really made their diaper wet didn’t he?” she slid a fresh diaper underneath me, and shook the baby powder over my naked body. “We’ll use extra powder this time. Baby doesn’t want a rash.” she booped my nose before fastening the last tape. “All clean!” “Play mommy! Play!” I demanded. As I wiggled around in my diaper. “In the morning it’s bedtime now. Come on.” She helped me up, and led me out of the room by my hand. “I really have to do something with this room.” she said as she shut the lights out and led me upstairs to the nursery. She tried to put me in one of the cribs that she used for the daycare, but i fought her. “I wan play with mommy!” I protested, trying to squirm away from her and the crib. “Someone is feisty tonight isn’t he?” I was still drunk. “Well mommy is gonna go to bed soon too baby. I guess you can stay up with me while I get ready. I followed Jackie to her room with a smile from ear to ear. Everything was going perfect. It got better once she situated me in the middle of her bed. She unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. My erection throbbed in my diaper as I watched my beautiful step mom undress. She was nearing 50 but her body was still something to behold. “Come on, and be good for mommy.” She leaned across the bed to grab me. Her breasts were inches from my face as she scooped me towards her. There wasn’t a thought otherwise. I grabbed her bosom and played with it as she scooted me to the edge of the bed. Latching onto her nipples when they close enough to my mouth. “MAMA!!!” I babbled and I sucked on it before she pulled me off. “You’re too old for those, baby!” she giggled. “Mommy will make you a bottle after her shower.” Jackie pulled me away from her and sat me on the bathroom floor before slipping her smooth legs into the tub. After the bath she made me a bottle as promised and laid me down in the crib for bed. At this point I was ready to be alone with my thoughts. I spent all night playing with myself and making a mess in my diaper for Jackie to change in the morning. The morning was just as fulfilling. Jackie woke me up in the morning. And changed my diaper. Treating me just as much like her little baby as she did the night before. She fixed me a bottle and sat me down in the play area, just in time for the other kids to start getting dropped off. “Isn’t he cute… he’s getting so big!” the other moms would praise me as they dropped their little ones off. I was especially happy when Dana showed up to drop her daughter off. “DANA!” I squealed as I made my way over to her on my hands and knees. Reaching up at her when I made my way to her feet. “KISS!!! KISS DANA!!!” “Aww... He’s so precious Jackie.” Dana knelt down and wrapped her arms around me and smooched myface. “So smart!” she huffed. “You make sure Blair has a good day big guy. I'm Counting on youOUWEE!” I had grabbed a handful of her butt before she pulled away and surprised her. She hoisted herself up rather quickly. I tried to get a handful of her breast before it was too late. But only managed to pull her blouse open. “Oh my! Watch out for this one!” she laughed, quickly covering the bright red bra I had just exposed. Her cheeks were as red as it was. “Honestly I don’t know what’s gotten into him.” Jackie said apologetically. “He tried to latch onto mine last night. You don’t think it was too early to put him on the bottle do you? “They have to grow up sometime.” she laughed. Buttoning up her shirt. “But boys will be boys. I have to run though. See you tonight Jackie. I spent all day playing with my step mom and the other babies. The last hour was a struggle to not mess myself. Not that I didn’t want to... I just wanted to do it in front of Dana. She couldn't have come sooner. “Blair is just waking up from her nap, let me go get her. Wait here.” Jackie gestured towards the couch before making her way to the nursery. “And how is my favorite little man?” Dana turned her attention to me. My attention was focused on her perky breasts since she walked in. I crawled over to her, making baby noises, already starting to pee a little in my diaper with every step. “Dana!” I babbled playfully as I crawled up onto the couch and into her lap. She bounced me around playfully for a few minutes before she discovered that I was wet. By that time i was already scrunching my face up, as I buried it in her cleavage. Even though I had to go poop so bad it still took a lot of conscious effort to mess myself. “Uh Oh! Is someone making a stinky!?!” Dana was pinching her nose and snaking it in my face. “Does someone need a diapee change?” she asked me playfully. I wiggeled around on top of her. Smearing the mess I made underneath me. Giggling, and pointing at the pile of my special diapers. “DIAPER!” I yelled and pointed again. “Okay, okay! I guess I can help your mommy out. It’s the least I can do.” I couldn’t believe it. Dana - the 2007 cheerleading captain - my crush - the women I was going on a date with tomorrow night was changing my diaper. “Stop that!” Dana demanded playfully. Pulling my hand of her breast one more time. “Looks like he likes yours as much as mine. You didn’t have to do that.” Jackie had come back with Blair as Dana was finishing my diaper change “Here I’ll trade you.” I took one more chance while she was distracted to grope her breast. I laid awake that night thinking about how hard it still was to poop myself. Even though I wanted to. It didn’t take that much thinking... When I was sure Jackie was asleep I snuck out of my crib and made my way to my room downstairs. I grabbed my pocket watch and watched it swing in the mirror. When I felt myself getting drowsy I pressed play on a recording I had just made. I could hear my own voice as I drifted further away...“When you're wearing diapers you will no longer be potty trained. You have no control over when you pee or poop. You’ll be just like a real baby until you wear your big boy clothes.” When I came to, I waddled back to my crib and fell asleep. Anxious for Jackie to wake me up for one more afternoon of fun before I had to put my real clothes back on for a little while. Tomorrow would be Friday - Dana’s and my date! There was no way I wasn't going to be thinking about that sexy woman changing my diaper the whole time.

Hey guys, I’ve been experimenting a bit with different cloths over my diaper, I usually wear pull ups to work and diapers at home, and find it great to wear a body or a onesie under my cloths just to keep the diaper well in place! Over that I usually wear some leggings or spandex shorts as I like that my diaper bulge shows a bit hehe... what do you Pfeffer to wear over a diaper or pull-ups?

The Diaper Club Many years ago, when I was in the Navy, a few of my mates and I would book into a hotel when we were on leave and spend the time we had indulging in our respective passion. Sex was always a possibility but what I’d discovered on-board this particular ship was quite few of the ratings had similar desires as I… and that was for wearing diapers. It had been weird the way it had come about because it started off as a joke, well, a dare actually, for one of the new recruits (and the youngest member of the crew) to be cajoled into wearing a diaper as he was the ‘baby of the boat’. Apparently, a couple of the guys had had to suffer this ‘dare’ at the hands of their jock overlords if they wanted to get into the fraternity house at college. It was a youthful and silly initiation of sorts and seemed an innocent enough distraction from normal life aboard a ship. On top of that it was nice to see, even briefly, the young lad looking embarrassed as he shuffled around wearing a diaper. I know it made me horny to witness this and I could tell, call it a sixth sense, that others were also enjoying the spectacle on a different level to most others, who just saw it as a joke. What became clear was that the poor guy was inundated with diapers and plastic pants and before he knew it he was more or less, when not on parade, made to wear what the crew bought him. Once that ‘leaning’ had been established (and the sailor looked like he’d begun to enjoy being the ship’s baby) we all began to talk guardedly between ourselves and, surprise, surprise, diapers were a big turn on for a small bunch of us. This we used to bring us closer and although we didn’t wear onboard, at every opportunity on leave, we’d find a hotel and dress like we wanted. A couple of the guys were really into being adult babies, which was wonderful to watch. Guys in their youthful prime, slim, athletic and wearing a diaper, what could be better? Whilst me and another rating were just mad on diapers, diaper lovers, and wanted to wear all the time. However, being sailors and not free agents to do as we pleased, we kept it very low key from the rest of the ship. # Although a few furtive fumbles and quickly grabbed shags onboard ship happened, it wasn’t something that the officers encouraged… no matter what you might have heard. Even if we only had a pass for a few hours, we’d try to make sure we were all on leave together so that in our little group no one felt left out. We took it in turns dressing in our diapers and occasionally it would turn to sucking, fucking and being fucked and I think we all enjoyed it, I know I did. Eventually, we became a tight band of six, highly sexed, young guys who needed an outlet for our constantly hard cocks and it was fantastic to occasionally find others via texts and the internet who shared our ‘interest’. Onboard ship you had to learn to get along. Living conditions below decks were pretty cramped and it was drilled into you, as with all service personnel, that no matter how much you may not like the other guy; you might just rely on him in a moment of crisis. Thankfully, our group had bonded early on when we were very raw recruits on our first ship and we’d nervously banded together against this strange environment. We also flirted with each other and soon became relaxed in each other’s company. As there is absolutely no privacy, we saw each other naked, erect and horny at all times of the day and night. It wasn’t long before our meal-breaks and exercises on ship meant we were thrown together even more and those few, furtive and secretive wanks were no longer a solo exercise. Of course, we didn’t just have sex, when we were on leave we’d team up and see the sights, laughing and joking and enjoying what Navy life could offer us in friendship, camaraderie, travel and a career. From 18, until I left when I was 25, these lads kept me sane, happy and full of spunk… there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t have done for any of them and I’d like to think, that they wouldn’t have done for me. However, it was our love of wearing, and using, diapers that had brought us all together and it was that that kept our friendship even after our tour of service had ended. To consolidate that feeling, we all decided to have a tattoo and we chose the small diaper because of our little club. We didn’t all have the tattoo done at the same time, nor did we decide the exact look of the tattoo, only that we would all have one. Mine was tattooed on my left buttock; I wanted my friends to know that I had it while they were filling my butt. Two of the guys, Mikey and Ron, had small identical ones on their right bicep; Midge had one, a little larger than anyone else, on his left hip, which looked incredible. Tommy had the smallest (but some might think, the cutest) on his earlobes. Cally had his tattooed on his ankle, which wasn’t very impressive but that made the membership of the ‘Diaper Club’ complete. It felt great to be in such a club. It brought us even closer together and I felt it had some great significance when I was having sex with a fellow member of the club. Nothing was off limits, nothing was denied and we tried everything. As soon as one of us learned a new technique or had an idea, we all embraced it and tried it out. Sometimes more successfully than others and I remember my arse being absolutely raw after a few of the new ‘experimentations’. Toys and diapers became more than just a few building blocks and rattles… the toys were very grown up (although we still had the other childish elements for when that’s all we wanted). When we left the services, it was all at different times so our little group broke up and, as we all lived in different parts of the country, keeping in touch became difficult. A couple of the guys got married and started families. Tommy re-signed and as far as I know, is still a career sailor. I managed to meet up with Cally, Midge and Mikey separately and, although we enjoyed the sex, there was something missing, I have tried other relationships with many other guys since but the feeling our little club generated just wasn’t there. So, after a couple of weeks, maybe a month, I’d move on to try and find that intense camaraderie somewhere and with some else. Thankfully, there are many ways now to meet others with the same interest and, although I haven’t found that same intensity, I have enjoyed (and continue to enjoy) long session with others and now I’m a civilian, I like to wear diapers 24/7. I’ve never had such intense feelings for another guy since but would love to start another little shag club where a few like-minded guys get together at a hotel and think of nothing else except pleasuring each other. I know you’ll say that there are plenty of clubs or volunteers around to cater for this need but I suppose I want friends not just a hole to shag or a cutie in a diaper (although both of them are acceptable alternatives). We were so close and that friendship made life so special. As I wear a diaper now, that snugly, comforting hug reminds me of all the times me and other club members found each other. I still have photos of our boat baby and love the idea of an entire boat full of young sailors dressed like him. Now wouldn’t that be brilliant? ======

This isn't an entire story. Its an episode for a story that hasn't been written. If I get around to writing that story, I'll probably cut and paste this. Sue was relieved finally to get to the clinic. Rob had been difficult all morning. Working from home, Sue was one of the few women who hadn't put her husband into boycare during the day. She liked having him around, and he certainly preferred being at home in surroundings he knew and was comfortable in, at this stage anyway. Like most men, Rob had had problems adjusting. He had accepted leaving his job as well as the loss of other adult privileges like driving, bank accounts and so on, but diapers presented a challenge, as they did for a lot of boys. He'd begun wetting the bed, as most men did, and like most men, objected to the nighttime diapers he now wore without complaint. Sue had brought him to the clinic because he'd started having daytime accidents, and she was again having trouble getting him to accept being diapered. Rob had been acting out, making a fuss of all sorts of things. He had been answering back to Sue, and even complained about her business attire. As most female professionals had since the Change, Sue wore a conservative suit and tie when she was working. She favoured tight grey pinstripe pants, a white blouse and a nicely cut jacket with a red tie. The ensemble looked good with her cropped dark hair. Just that morning, Rob had told her that 'women don't wear suits'. They certainly did, Sue had assured him, just as boys wore shorts, sandal and t shirts, or track suits or rompers. After the previous day's misbehaviour, Sue was surprised that Rob risked upsetting her again. As it was, it only took the threat of further discipline to calm him down. So here they were, at the clinic, along with a few other women with their boys. Rob sat quietly and unhappily next to Sue in the waiting room. He was diapered, which he dint like, but he didn't dare repeat his performance of yesterday. After several daytime accidents in the preceding week, Sue had diapered Rob for a trip to the mall. That was the start of the trouble. 'Sue Wilson?' called a nurse from a door which opened on the far side of the waiting room. 'Yes, hi,' said Sue. 'Come on, honey,' she said, taking Rob by the hand and leading him through the for held open by the nurse. 'Hi Sue,' said the doctor, referring to a tablet she held. 'This is your third visit, isn't it?' 'Yes,' said Sue. 'It's nice to see you again, Ann.' Ann smiled at Rob, who stood grumpily in his puffy shorts and t shirt. 'Now, Rob's been doing well, but I understand that you've had issues with diapers. It's very common, by the way,' said Ann. 'That;'s putting it mildly,' said Sue. 'He's normally very obedient.' 'Well, he is a boy,' laughed Ann. She turned to Rob. "Hello, Rob,' she said. 'Do you remember me? I'm Dr Ann.' Rob looked at the white-coated doctor. She was tall, well built and with the short hair that women wore now. Adult women were increasingly becoming generic to Rob, except Sue, whom he could easily tell from a crowd. 'Yes,' he replied. 'Good boy,' said Ann. 'Now I want to have a talk with you, just you, without Sue. But she'll be here, just outside the door, and she'll come in straight after our talk. OK?' 'OK,' agreed Rob. There was almost never a reason not to agree with an adult woman, and doing so usually led to trouble. 'Good boy,' repeated Ann. 'This way, Rob,' she added and ushered him into the inner room of her surgery. 'Up here,' please she said, bringing Rob to a white covered examination table, with some padded steps next to it. Ann helped Rob onto the examination couch and made him comfortable. 'Now then, Rob, tell me what's been happening. Do you need a diaper change now by the way?' she asked. 'No,' said Rob shortly. 'And I don't need daytime diapers.' Ann smiled. 'Now that's not quite right, is it Rob?' she said seriously, referring to her tablet again. 'You had your first daytime accident just over a month ago, at Sue's friend's house. You wet your pants again the next day in the garden, and two days later at Macca's. That was three weeks ago. Since then, Sue has diapered you every day, and you've wet a total of eleven times. So I'd say you need diapers. You certainly do medically. You left work six months ago, so your progress is quite normal.' 'Which brings me to yesterday,' said Ann. 'She hit me!' said Rob heatedly. 'Tell me about that,' said Ann. 'She, she pulled my pants down and she hit me again and again,' said Rob, beginning to sob at the memory. 'She can't hit me! I'm, her, I'm her husband!' 'Had you been naughty, Rob?' asked Ann, looking again at the record of Ann's phone call on her tablet. Rob looked at Ann without speaking. Ann looked at him steadily. 'Rob, you took off your diaper when Sue left you in the car at the mall, and threw it under the car. You then went with Ann to have lunch in the mall, and you wet your pants. Sue had no spare pants for you, only a spare diaper, so she changed you in the restroom and you went home in tour diaper and top, crying all the way, according to Sue. Once she got you home, she spanked you, both for disobeying her and for being so irresponsible the left alone for five minutes. I know it was your first spanking, but most women discipline their boys, so I don't think it was unexpected,' she said. 'You were not only disobedient to an adult woman, but you tried to deceive your wife. I think you thoroughly deserved a spanking. Don't you?' 'Yes,' said Rob miserably, trying to stifle his sobs. Ann was like all other women, he thought. They were always right and you had to do what they said. He felt very guilty. 'Good boy,' said Ann. 'Now I'll get Sue. And I think you should apologise to her for what happened yesterday.' The nurse brought Sue in. 'Hi Sue,' said Ann. 'We've had a chat, and Rob has something to say.' Sue looked expectantly at Rob. Like many things in Rob's life, the visit to the clinic had been discussed beforehand, without his inclusion. 'I'm sorry for taking my diaper off yesterday,' he said quietly. 'I was naughty.' 'And you need to wear a diaper during the day now, don't you Rob?' said Ann. 'Tell Sue and me what you need to wear during the day and why, please.' Rob looked at the two adult women. 'I need to wear a diaper during the day because, because I wet my pants,' said Rob, beginning to cry again. 'You can't help wetting your pants, can you Rob?' prompted Ann. 'Tell us please.' 'I can't help wetting my pants,' said Rob, collapsing into full blown tears. 'It's alright, honey, we're here to look after you,' said Ann gently. Ann looked at Rob's puffy crotch as he lay on the examination table. "I think you might be wet now, Rob,' she said. 'Have you wet your diaper?' 'I don't know,' said Rob truthfully. Ann felt the soggy front of Rob's diaper. 'I think you have sweetie,' she said. 'So let's get that off, and we can go on with this visit.' Ann nodded to the nurse, who stripped Rob of his shorts and diaper. Rob lay still, looking at Sue for support. Sue smiled back and reaching out, stroked Rob's shoulder length blonde hair. 'It's OK, honey,' she said. "I'm here.' The nurse disposed of the diaper, put Rob's shorts in a plastic bag and returned to the table with a stainless still dish containing a razor and some lotions. The next few minutes were taken up by the nurse removing what little pubic hair Rob had, and applying a lotion to his groin. rob lay quietly throughout the procedure, still sniffling. 'Good,' said Ann. 'Now that your in diapers full time, that's much more hygienic. Boys have no need for hair down there anyway.' she added. 'Now,' she continued, 'I know you've just wet, but I'd like to try for a sample of your pee, Rob.' The nurse took from a cupboard a large, pink plastic potty and set it on the floor. She helped Rob sit comfortably on it and stepped back. 'Just try to pee, honey,' said Sue. Rob sat for a few moments, then stiffened slightly. The women heard his pee splashing into the potty. Then he looked surprised, grunted, and had a large bowel movement. 'I'm sorry,' he said immediately, looking up at Ann and Sue. Ann laughed. 'It's quite alright, sweetie. You couldn't help it, could you?' 'No,' replied Rob. It was the first time he could remember that he'd had an involuntary bowel movement, and he wasn't sure what to make of it. 'Can you take a faecal sample as well, please nurse?' Ann asked the nurse as she helped Rob up and took away the potty. 'That's about it, Sue,' said Ann as the nurse got Rob back on the table, wiped his bottom and diapered him. To be continued perhaps.

Dear Mommy, When you put your husband or boyfriend into diapers, do you still accept him as a man or does he become your child ? And if you no longer accept him as a man, have you sought and taken a lover to satisfy your unmet sexual longings ?

Chapter 1 Scott could hardly contain his giddiness as he turned his steering wheel to make a left at the intersection. After several weeks of careful planning, scheming, checking, and rechecking, he finally had a free weekend for himself. He had spent those weeks ordering discrete packages filled with supplies of a particular nature and tinkering in his garage on a device that he hoped would be able to fulfill his wildest fantasies. He could feel his heart pound in his chest as he put his blinker on and changed lanes, wanting to get home as soon as legally possible. Scott had had a great week at work, his boss had been admiring the white leopard's progress for a while now. He had recently designed a filing system that, according to his calculations, had increased the company’s data storage system by a whole 12.4%. The subsequent increase in efficiency had also increased his paycheck to a much sizable amount, which he had recently been putting to good use. Scott was a brilliant engineer and computer programmer, his passion for creation had brought him to work for Sky-TEC industries, a company that specializes in creating computers whose processing power and ability to complete tasks in incredibly low amounts of time had brought them up to one of the best technology companies in the world. But as brilliant as this company was, Scott was just a little bit more brilliant. Scott had quite unmistakably come into contact with a piece of technology that was top secret and incredibly powerful. Many would use it for great evil, while some might use it to achieve near indestructibility. Scott however, wasn't particularly interested in any of those things. He had some very private tendencies that he had never shared with anyone since he was a child. Specifically, he loved indulging in infantile fantasies, imagining himself just like a little kid again. From feeling the warmth of a freshly soaked diaper, to the pleasurable struggle of being put in bondage whilst wearing a soiled diaper, unable to do anything about his current predicament, to the wonderful childlike freedom of just wearing a diaper and t-shirt whilst watching children's shows on TV. Scott had spent a good amount of time imagining exactly what he'd love to do to or by himself if he had the time and resources to fulfill his fantasies. Fantasies that he hoped would be fulfilled very soon. The leopard pulled into the driveway of his comfortable little home. It wasn't anything special, he had little furnishings to decorate it with, but it had what he liked to consider an "aesthetical amount of space". He turned off the engine, grabbed his shoulder bag, and exited the car, walking into his garage. He flicked on the lights, and as the light bulbs blinked awake the device that he'd spent months on putting together sat on his workshop table. To put it bluntly, Scott had been programming a device that would essentially stop time itself. Through a combination of biotechnology, an improbability-engine, and a calculator that essentially worked on the whimsical nature of the polarity of electrons whirling around in titanium atoms in the contraption, the device was able to access the particular genetic code of the user and ignore all cells with the sequence, then continue to all other organic matter and inorganic matter and "freeze them in place". Scott didn't fully understand it, but he knew how to put the parts together and calibrate the machine. One might think that experimenting with such a device would be incredibly risky, but Scott had that figured out as well. He had coded in a fail-safe into the device. If a large amount of cells of the individual who had activated the device began to shut down at a rapid enough pace indicating possible death, it would essentially reverse the freezing process restoring reality to normal. Scott picked up the device with baited breath. It didn't look like anything special, like a TV remote except with fewer buttons and what looked like more volume controls. He connected his phone to the remote and fed it information about the current time, position of earth relative to the sun, and relative temperatures around the world. He hoped that the device would be able to send out the proper frequency into the molecules around it, setting off the time freezing reaction properly. He knew that if it failed, it may fail spectacularly, possibly even harming him despite the fail safe. A green light on the device shone, indicating that it was ready to be activated. He closed his eyes, pressed his eyes shut, and pushed a large red button with his finger. A loud rushing sound echoed through his ears, he fell backwards sputtering and coughing, he felt as if everything in a single part of his body was getting lightly tickled with electricity, he yelled in alarm, but before he could yell for more than a second it all stopped. Scott looked around. Everything looked. . . normal. He went over to the garage switch and pressed it, a whirring sound came from the door as it opened. He padded outside and his jaw dropped. Birds hung eerily in the air, much like bricks don't. Leaves stood stalk still, frozen as a gust of wind was blowing through it. Scott fanned himself with a paw experimentally, looking at it as he felt the air particles against his whiskers and fur. He had done it. He had created a device that stopped time. It stopped time for everything and everyone! Everyone, except him. Scott hooted and hollered! He started running down the street, passing cars with passengers in them halfway through a sip of coffee, forming a word as they talked on the phones, or smiling jaws and maws agape as they sang to their favorite car songs. Scotts saw planes and clouds, unmoving in the sky, felt the warmth of the sun on his fur as it peeked behind a cloud, permanently, until adjusted by the remote of course. Scott stopped running in the middle of an intersection and turned around and around, taking in the view. He laughed, joyous that he had achieved something that most thought was only possible in sci-fi movies and fantasy novels. Suddenly, he remembered why he had gone so ridiculously out of his way with his invention. He turned tail sprinted back to his house and got quickly inside, closing his door, not bothering to lock it. Who would try bothering him now if every ‘who’ was frozen in time? He walked inside his sparsely furnished living room and opened one of the brown boxes he had sitting there. A fresh waft of baby powder and ointment met his feline nostrils as he admired the contents of the box. Within it lay several large, fluffy adult diapers, each themed with little cartoons of various baby animals wearing diapers. Some looked sleepy, others laughed in joy, while still others were too busy with a toy to do anything else. Scott shuddered with excitement and let out a shaky sigh. Finally, I can unwind like I've always wanted to. He thought, as his tail twitched in anticipation. He looked at the other boxes, knowing that what they contained would only increase the amount of fun he was about to have. He grinned, and speaking aloud to no one said, “It’s going to be a good weekend."

IT: Infant Tech By Horatio Husky Commissioned by Bolt Chapter 1: The Office Bolt readjusted his glasses. This was a nervous habit of his, which he would perform with relative frequency whenever he was working with unruly code. Sat in front of his desk, garbed in his normal office attire of dress shirt, black dress pants, classy shoes, and stylish bowtie, the husky was deeply immersed within the contents of his computer screen. The husky’s office cubicle was relatively orderly; a Newton's cradle and Rubik’s Cube served as the only available knick-knacks. The husky knew full well that too much desk clutter was a prime environment for distraction. Sometimes, however, a little distraction was necessary to allow his mind to wander just far enough for him to be able to get some perspective. He had been staring at his computer screen for about two hours straight at that point, and despite the blue light filter in his glasses he could feel his warm, brown eyes beginning to dry up just a little bit. A semicolon… really… that was the error? A sense of weariness suddenly overcame the husky. Moving his right paw, he delicately stroked his keyboard a few times until he had typed in the correction to his code. Bolt leaned back in his chair. He pulled down softly on his one droopy ear, another habit he often performed when deep in coding contemplation. Unseen, conveniently hidden in the break room by drawn blinds, two felines stood holding respective mugs of coffee. A caracal and tiger, the two giant cat species had their attention focused on the husky through a break in the blinds which the tiger held slightly open with an extended claw. Yuri’s had a singular protracted claw, his other paw holding the mug of joe in his paw with a firm, confident grip. Cinder, on the other hand, appeared to be every semblance of calm, cool, and collected. He lounged leisurely against the countertop, gazing down the bridge of his nose at the same husky that had just now caught his feline companion’s attention. “Another office crush, Yuri?” Withdrawing his gaze momentarily from gazing between the break in the blinds, the tiger gave the caracal his best withering look. Which, coming from a tiger, is quite an intimidating experience. The desert cat was left unphased, however, as he had been at the end of such an unflattering glance more often than not. Idly, he took a sip from his coffee mug and cocked his head to the side, his long, pointed ears flopping to the side dramatically. “Oh don’t look so grumpy, kitty cat. Shall I bring out the ball of yarn so you can feel better?” Yuri, who had grown used to the unwavering confidence that the caracal seemed to have a true abundance of, chose to ignore the comment and turn his attention back to staring at the husky. From his vantage point, he could see that the husky appeared to be well distracted and in the midst of work. Having only recently quit his temping position at the company, the husky was now able to exercise his full work ethic with the accompaniment of financial compensation. At this rate, he would be employee of the month in no time. Yuri’s golden, feline eyes pierced through the husky with a predator-like ferocity. Something inside of the tiger told him that not all was what it seemed with the newest member of IT. It was while Cinder was idly browsing through his phone, disappointed that he was unable to get a rise out of his tiger friend when Yuri gasped. Cinder knew this was important. Deftly placing his mug of coffee on the counter he pushed himself off the counter in a quiet, controlled leap landing right next to the tiger. “What is it?” He whispered softly, his feline instincts kicking in as the two cats’ slitted eyes narrowed as they gazed at the oblivious canine. Bolt sighed, stood up, and turned around to pick up a small laptop on the desk behind him. As he did so, an uncharacteristically large bulge in his rear end pressed against the seam of his pants. Cinder’s mouth dropped wide open, an uncharacteristically surprised face coloring the feline’s sharp, noble features. Yuri simply smiled, chuckling softly under his breath which came as a deep rumble inside of the massive cat’s throat. He spoke under his breath. “We got ourselves another one…” “This is the second one this month! How do they keep falling into our paws like this?” Yuri shook his head, a gratified smile across his muzzle as he placed a heavy, reassuring paw on the smaller cat’s shoulder. “Alright, like we did last time. I’ve still got the carseat set up and he looks pretty gullible. I think we’ll be having some good fun tonight, kitten.” Cinder blushed slightly towards the end of the tiger’s comment, knowing full well what the larger cat was referring to. It wasn’t so long ago that he had been the subject of the tiger’s cleverly designed trap. Yuri turned around, in a series of purposeful movements he drained the remainder of his coffee into the sink before depositing his mug on the dirtied dish rack. Taking out his car keys, he placed them on the countertop before departing. His striped tail floating majestically behind him, the muscular feline shouldered his way through the door of the office kitchenette and made his way over to the husky’s cubicle. Cinder had picked up the car keys, slyly lowering them into his pocket before silently exiting after the tiger, making his way towards the building’s garage level. The image of confidence, Yuri loomed over the husky casting a shadow over him. Bolt took quick notice of this, and turned around in his seat to gaze up frightfully at the intimidating fur in front of him, blinking several times. “Uhm… Can I-” “Yes, you can. I’m Yuri. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The cat extended a massive paw towards the husky. Bolt, recovering quickly, smiled in kind and took it on his own, giving it a firm squeeze as he replied with a clarity in his voice that took even him by surprise. “Hi Yuri, I’m Bolt. The pleasure is all mine.” Confident little scrappy mutt, isn’t he? Ohhh I like him… This should be fun! Yuri’s smile broadened, now feeling a sense of genuine delight at having witnessed a confident introduction accompanied by a firm handshake. He didn’t much like wimps, even though he did enjoy putting them in their place. Cinder had shown significantly less bravado than the canine in front of him, and only after he had discovered the truth behind the tiger’s intentions did he warm up. No, this pup has spunk! It’ll be even more fun to see him crawl now… Still smiling, the tiger motioned with a jerk of his head towards the elevator that led to the garage level below. “Bolt, I’ve got a few computer towers in my car that I worked on over the weekend. I really would have no trouble transporting them myself, but if you come along it’ll only take one trip. How about we use it as an excuse to take a break from work with a little aerobic exercise and a friendly chat, hmm?” Understanding quickly, Bolt nodded and smiled congenially. Closing down his computer, he stood up and nodded indicating that the tiger should lead the way. Yuri turned, and began to make his way towards the elevator. Glancing back briefly, to ensure that Bolt was coming along. Given the size of the cat, Bolt had to take a step and a half for every step the tiger took. The subtle waddle the husky was unconsciously exhibiting slightly was now more apparent. Suspicions confirmed, the tiger turned to face forward with a look of satisfaction on his muzzle. “It’ll be the grey minivan, the company likes its Chrystlers.” Yuri spoke, his tone a low rumble as the two entered the elevator and the tiger pressed a button marked ‘G’ while Bolt nodded in response. The two stood silently in the elevator, waiting patiently for the lift to descend down to the parking garage several levels beneath the ground floor. The company building itself was relatively massive, sporting fourteen proud stories above and three below. The two were stationed on the fifth floor, so the descent was relatively brief. Ding! The elevator doors opened to reveal rows of sparsely populated parking spots, the smell of concrete with a hint of car exhaust hitting their nostrils as Yuri led the way. “I’m parked towards the back.” He stated simply, his smirk hidden behind his turned back as he heard the husky behind him pick up speed to keep pace with him. Everything is running smoothly… “Alright, take a look at what I’ve got here for you!” Speaking confident, he opened the passenger side door with a flourish to reveal what was inside. It took Bolt a moment to process what he was seeing. In front of him appeared to be a baby’s carseat, except no ordinary one. This particular seat looked large enough to comfortably seat him, with an impressively robust five point harness that looked as if not even Yuri would be able to break through it. Stunned, the husky stood open mouthed for a few seconds while he tried to process what he was looking at. This was exactly the opportunity that Yuri and Cinder were looking for. “Now, before we get you snuggly buckled up for your car ride little guy, let’s check something really quick.” Unable to react in time, Yuri placed his hands underneath the husky’s armpits and raised him up effortlessly. Taken by surprise, Bolt let out a whimper while his legs dangled helplessly behind him. As suddenly as he had been picked up, he felt something fiddling with the front of his belt buckle. Twisting around, his cheeks burning bright red, he was able to catch a glimpse of the Caracal he had seen wandering around the office earlier trying to undo his pants. At last he succeeded accompanied by an exclamation. “Aha! There we are.” His pants now around his ankles, Bolt’s choice of underwear that morning was now on full display for both of the large cats to examine. “Just as I thought, we have a little puppy on our hands.” Yuri stated, a condescending but not unkindly tone in his voice. Bolt was now blushing furiously, his tail curled between his legs in a vain attempt to hide the large, white diaper that hugged his waist snuggly. It was apparent to both of the onlookers that it was designed with both comfort and absorbance in mind, as a trail of puppy paws ran from the front middle all the way through the back. “You won’t be needing these, I don’t think.” As Bolt spluttered, an overwhelming feeling of helplessness and smallness washing over him as he continued to be held up in the air, Cinder delicately disentangled his pants from his ankles. Now, he wore only his work shirt and sneakers, which made him feel incredibly exposed. The tiger looked him up and down, an expression of approval across his muzzle while Cinder neatly folded the husky’s pants and placed them under his right arm. “Cinder, do me the favor of checking the puppy’s diaper, would you?” At the direct mention of his padding, the husky’s ears folded against the top of his head. Tail tucked between his legs, cheeks burning, and ears pinned, the canine was the spitting image of an utterly flustered pup. Grinning, Cinder placed an authoritative paw over the front of the dog’s thick padding, squeezing gently before cupping the back in turn. Pressing it upwards, as if to further remind Bolt of what he was wearing, the caracal shook his head as he replied. “Still dry, surprisingly enough,” Cinder commented. “Well then, I think we should do something about that,” said Yuri, giving the husky a large, toothy smile before depositing him into the oversized booster seat. “W-wait a second! I一mmpf!” Bolt, having finally been able to find his voice, barely managed to splutter out a complete sentence before he was silenced by Cinder, who had apparently been waiting for such a moment. Crossing his eyes, Bolt looked down to see what had interrupted his exclamation while Cinder tightened something behind his head. His vision obscured by the caracal’s red-orange fur, the husky only became aware that he had been fully buckled into the carseat when he felt the harness tighten over his shoulders, waist, and onto the front of his diaper pressing it up against him. The husky’s heart was now beating quickly, limbs flailing. As if in anticipation of this, Yuri swiftly grabbed each of his wrists and looped them through soft, padded cuffs. His wrists now suspended by his head, his arms held upwards in an incredibly vulnerable position, he found that he was no longer able to struggle as effectively as before. Cinder had grabbed his ankles and pulled them through a similar set of cuffs that prevented him from raising his ankles more than a few inches away from the bottom of the carseat. Both cats stepped back and took a moment to admire their handiwork. Bolt looked down to see what they had done to him, a lock glowed softly from a small panel that served as the center-point for all of the buckles. From what the husky could gather, the locking mechanism appeared to be activated by a touchscreen, the key to which he was sure was possessed only by the two felines in front of him. “Aww, I think he looks pretty cute! That pacifier won’t let much more than a whimper through, pup. So you can whine all you want on the ride home!” Cinder extended a wiry arm forward, gently booping the tip of the husky’s snoot. Yuri appeared pleased as well, his arms crossed and looking down at the incapacitated fur as if he were appraising a prized possession. Speaking softly, and without breaking his gaze at the pup, he placed a car key into Cinder’s paws. “Yes, I think he does. Take the highway, kitten.” It was Cinder’s turn to blush, which he barely managed to conceal as he lowered his vision and nodded, opening the door next to Bolt’s and sitting himself down in front of the wheel. Moving with the impressive display of control that all large cats appeared to inherently possess, Yuri sat down in the seat next to Cinder's, looking back at Bolt in the rear view mirror. “I encourage you to behave, puppy. This will be fun.” With that statement hanging in the air, Cinder pulled out of the parking garage and had merged into city traffic within a few minutes. Bolt was still trying to process what had just happened to him. The two cats had seemingly quickly found out about his little secret before he had had the chance to react. He was now pacified, gagged, restrained, and being transported to who-knows-where. Despite himself, to make matters even worse, he was beginning to feel himself become aroused at the restrictive tightness that five-point harness seemed to impose on the front of his padding. Wrapping over his shoulder, with three straps ensuring that his waist and diaper were snuggly pressed against him, there seemed to be no hope of escape. He was completely at the mercy of the felines sitting in the front seats of the car. The car ride passed in silence, Bolt pulled helplessly at the restraints holding his limbs hostage but to no avail. Yuri would occasionally look up in the rearview mirror, Bolt could see that his eyes were wrinkled as if he were smiling, hidden from view from the husky’s limited line of sight. Whatever the tiger was thinking, it was causing him great pleasure.

Forward This is a gentle, and hopefully realistic (for a diaper story) about a sweet DMLB between two friends who want to grow old together while keeping the youthful flame. While there will be domestic discipline, it will not cross into punishment porn or spanking. Just a story about an awkward man who has given up his independence for the chance to be loved and cared for like a toddler. The Question It was right at the cusp of our new relationship when Michelle asked, “So what are you into?” It is the question that every AB/DL fears. Do I tell her the truth, and hope she still accepts me? Or do I brush it off, and hope to broach the subject another day? In truth, it was my fear of answering that specific question that kept me from ever getting married or having many girlfriends. I was just too afraid of the ultimate rejection to even come to the plate. It wasn’t like I was alone, because I had several friends, but none had crossed over into something intimate. And Michelle wasn’t all that different. While the intimacy of our relationship was new, I had known Michelle for a very long time. Long enough to remember when Jessica, her 18-year-old daughter started kindergarten. However, in all those years, Michelle and I hadn’t even slept in the same bedroom. It wasn’t a sudden “When Harry Met Sally,” type of moment that caused us to come together. There were a series of circumstances that pushed us closer. Michelle, after years in a loveless marriage, had finally divorced. Once Jessica graduated from high school, Michelle decided it was time to leave a marriage that had long since died. She and her ex had slept in separate rooms for most of the last fifteen years. I was forced into early retirement due to limited eyesight, not being able to drive, and limited mobility due to leg pain. I was going to have knee surgery, and I needed a place to recover. Michelle took control and decided that I should move in with her, at least temporarily. With her being freshly divorced, and I needed somebody to take care of me, we realized we loved each other dearly and wanted to be together. And the fact is, I needed her much more than she needed me. I bit my lip, which is always a sign of nerves. Michelle looked at me calmly and asked, “What is it? I can tell you’re nervous.” Her voice was calm and reassuring. I started, “It’s, um, uh,” my stammer gets particularly bad when I’m nervous, or flustered. I took a breath and said, “I wear diapers.” In my mind, this could go one of two ways. The first was ultimate acceptance, and even a desire to fully participate in my desires. The second was a complete rejection of everything and leaving me forever. There was no middle ground when I was in little space. Michelle looked confused and asked, ‘You mean like you’re incontinent. That’s ok, my dad had that problem too.” I shook my head and said, “It’s not that. I like to wear diapers.” “What? Why?” “I don’t know. It just kind of makes me comfortable.” “How long have you felt like that?” I answered, “Pretty much all of my life. I always wanted to wear diapers, and when I became an adult, I would buy them and wear them. I pretty much wear them all the time now.” Michelle asked, “Are you wearing one now?” I was and had been diapered most of the time that Michelle and I were ever together. Diapers were my security blanket, and I needed that security when out in public. I nodded, and Michelle said, “Show me.” I got up from the table, pulled down my pants and underwear, and then reveal the plastic pants. I pulled those out discreetly and revealed the top of a Crinklz Aquanaut disposable diaper. She replied, “That’s like a baby’s diaper. Is that what you like?” I could only nod. She then asked, “Do you use them? Do you pee in them?” I nodded and answered. “Yes.” “How about poop?” I blushed and said, “Sometimes, but not very often.” She looked confused and asked, “When was the last time you pooped in your diaper?” I sheepishly answered, “Last Saturday.” “Was it an accident?” “Not really. I usually do that in the toilet.” Our conversation trailed off, and we moved on to other topics. While it wasn’t the clear rejection that I feared, it wasn’t the complete acceptance that I dreamed of. Michelle seemed curious but did not indicate that she liked, or even accepted this part of me. And I took that ambiguity as rejection. In my mind, Michelle didn’t like me wearing diapers. One week later, I was with Michelle again. This was right after I moved in and was just before my surgery. I had moved into my room, and Michelle wanted to take me to dinner. I wasn’t sure what would happen when we got home, and if we would end up sleeping with each other. Since I thought Michelle didn’t like me wearing a diaper, and I feared it would kill the mood, I decided to leave the diaper off. It would be the first time in a while since I had been in public without the benefit of protection, but I didn’t want to upset Michelle. Michelle squeezed around my diaper area. I didn’t realize what she was doing and wondered if it was gentle flirting, but then she said, “You aren’t wearing a diaper?” “Yeah, I decided not to.” There was this awkward pause, and then Michelle asked, “Why? I thought you felt better in diapers.” It was a decisive moment, and my stammer exposed my fear. “I do, but I thought you didn’t like them.” “What gave you that idea?” “Ah- I don’t know. It just felt like you thought it was weird.” “It is weird, but why does that matter?” I didn’t have an answer, so Michelle continued, “Would you feel more comfortable in a diaper?” I didn’t answer, which Michelle took as confirmation, and she said, “Go and put your diaper on, and then we can go out.”

Chapter 1. “So, you are probably wondering how the hell I got into this mess? Well it seemed like a good idea at the time but boy I had no idea how much it might backfire on me.” “What the hell do you mean it’s going to cost 25,000 dollars? Are you fucking nuts?” “John if you want gender reassignment surgery that’s about as cheap as it can be done for.” “But 25,000 is so much how do you expect me to come up with that in a week?” John asked his doctor. “I’m not sure kid. Your 22 have a fairly good job but your biggest problem is dwarfism. That’s why it’s costing more than normal just cause of your size.” “Doctor Nelson I know I’m small but I’m not that small.” John had always been sensitive about how small he was ever since he was young, but he didn’t want to show it not now. For now, his goal was to have his dream come true and become the women he wanted to be. “John you are barely 26 inches you can barely pass as a 2-year-old and you work for a bank helping people with their accounts. We have been over this for the last 3 years. Even with the hormone replacement therapy you did not grow at all. I’m not sure what else you want me to do.” “Please doc anything I want this more than anything else.” John begged. “John your insurance won’t pay for any of this anymore if you want it done you need to get the cash and your short on time.” Dr. Nelson was trying to be as nice as he could to John, he knew john wanted to be a woman badly and grow but Nelson knew at this rate that will never happen to John. “Please I need more than a week I’ll do anything.” John begged and pleaded to Dr. Nelson. “John I’m already seeing you today free of charge. As for the week I can’t do much about it if you stop taking the hormone’s now if could cause problems that’s why you have a week John.” Dr. Nelson hated to be this mean to John, but he didn’t have much of a choice John had taken too long to want it done and been too scared and now Insurance said it must stop. “Dr. Nelson please I want to be happy I want a new life. I want to be happy and be who I truly am.” John broke down crying. “Please.” John knew it was his own fault, but he had been so scared and so alone he had no idea what to do. John was having thoughts of ways to get the money he needed, and he knew if he did them it would be a big risk, but he had no choice anymore he was out of time. He couldn’t count on his family they had all disowned him and left him when he started treatment to become a woman. He was all alone and he knew it. “John, I care deeply for you I want you to know that I know you have had a hard life but your out of options now. Dr. Nelson thought for a moment before he finished. “If you do find a way to get the money, I will do the operation and I will do something that breaks a lot of doctor codes.” John was worried now just what did his doctor have in mind to help him. “Cause of how small you are I will ask someone to help me get you a new identity if you want. Meaning once the operation is done you will have a new name new everything but that’s up to you. I will save you time and money but it’s only if you can get the money in the next week.” Dr. Nelson had a good idea of what John what thinking right now, and he was hoping if the kid did do it, he could get away with it. John had an idea, but he would have to be quick if he got caught, he would go to jail, and he would not last long in jail at his height. John was going to take the money from his job. He would have to do it quick and wire himself the money and get the operation done before his job knew. He would then need to disappear. “Fine I’ll have the money for you in a few days. Are you sure you can get me a new identity?” John knew if he couldn’t he was screwed. “Sounds like a plan. Have you told anyone about the name you picked Amelia?” “No one knows but you Dr.” John answered. “Good keep it that way. Now I wish you the best of luck.” Dr. Nelson watched as John left. Dr. Nelson picks up the phone and calls his friend. “I’m going to need your help I got a real sad case and I know this kid is doing to do something dumb.” Nelson said. “How dumb are we talking?” the other person on the phone said. “I have a feeling the kid is going to steal the money. The problem is of how small he is, it won’t be hard to find him.” “Ok so I’m guessing this one is going to be a lot harder than the last one a few years back?” “Yeah I’m also going to put in the record it was plastic surgery so that way he will have a better chance at his new life.” Nelson said. “So, what kind of work I need to do?” “Well once he gets the money, he wants to become a woman so I’m going to do that and lie on is records and give her a chance at a new life.” “Ok girl identity got you. Send me his info and I’ll get started on our new girl.” Nelson hung up his phone knowing the money John is getting will only cover his new Identity but he wasn’t going to tell the kid that he was going to do this one out of the goodness of his heart he really felt for the kid. He just hoped the kid would be ok the next few days. John left the Doctors office with an idea and he knew he had to do it tomorrow. After that he had 2 weeks off to disappear. John walked back to his one room apartment opening the door before locking it behind him and falling to the floor crying. “Why did I have to wait so long…” He cried into his arms.” I should have got it done when I had the chance now, I’m left to this.” John looked at his him and saw the cuts and scars on them. This was his chance to be happy he didn’t care how he wanted happiness he knew it was wrong what he was going to do but it was life or death to him. John sat in front of the door for hours before getting up and going to the bathroom then heading to bed dreading what would come tomorrow. John laid in bed knowing if he messed up even a bit, he would die in jail he knew tomorrow had to be perfect. John woke up the next morning dreading the day and what was to happen. He got in the shower and turned the water as hot as he could stand it. “Today will be my last day here, can’t say I’m going to miss the place at least I don’t have anything here I care for.” John turned off the water and got out of the shower being heading to his room to get dressed. He was sick of having to dress up in kid’s clothes but at his size he had no choice and he hated it. John finished getting dressed before grabbing a snack bar and walking to his door. “I’ll can’t say I’ll miss you but thanks for taking care of me the last few years.” John opened the front door before walking though and closing it behind him locking the door then sliding it under the door knowing he won’t be coming back. It felt like a long walk to work for him, longer then it normally was. He could see office building a few blocks away and he was scared to death. John walked in the front door and was greeted as always before he headed up to accounting to where he had worked for the last 3 years. As normal for John no one said hi to him or anything as he made his way to his floor, to him now that was a good thing at least he felt a little better. John sat down at his desk and began his task wiring himself enough money to do what he needed. John had been working at it now for an hour making sure it would take them a while to find what he did he hoped. Now he just had to do minor work tell lunch then get out as quick as he could. John couldn’t help but watch the clock as time slowly ticked by for him, after what seemed like hours it was finally lunch time he made sure to lock his pc so it would take longer and slowly made his way down to the first floor and out of the building before heading the 5 blocks to his bank. As always, he got carded by the teller thinking he was just kid, but he didn’t care at this moment he had to get his money and jet. “Ok sir how would you like your money?” “100’s if possible and quickly if you can please, I need to get back to the car lot.” He lied hoping she might go faster and that she might by it She counts the money in front him before handing him a small bad with the bills that he slips inside his work case he has making sure no one see it. “Thank you.” John says. “Have a great day sir.” “I will miss thanks again.” John couldn’t get out of there fast enough now that he had the money, he had to move quick. He ran the 3 miles to his doctor’s office hoping he was in. “Hello is Dr. Nelson in?” John asked. “Oh, wow hi again John, yes he’s in and he’s free I’ll let him know you’re here.” Nelson secretary said. “Wow he’s works quick I didn’t think he would do it this soon. You can send him back to me and I’ll get him set. Page the nurses.” Dr. Nelson said to his secretary. John walked back to Nelson office and saw him sitting at his desk again. “Ok’ I got the money in cash will that work?” John hoped the answer was yes if not he was screwed now. “Yes, John that will work. Are you sure you want this?” Nelson knew he did but he still felt like he should ask. “Yes, please I’m ready I want this done and quickly.” John had to hurry he had no idea how long it might be before his work found out what he had done. “Ok let’s see the money then I’ll take you back to get ready.” Nelson said. John opened his work case and pulled out the bag inside before pulling out a stack of bills for the doctor. “Ok john let’s head back.” Nelson trusted john enough not to worry about it all being there he knew if he didn’t help john the odds of john killing himself were almost 100 percent and he couldn’t live with that he wanted john to be happy after seeing him for so long. John followed the doctor to a back room used for surgery and saw that there were already 4 nurses ready. “Ok john these nurses are going to get you ready while I get ready myself just do what they say ok?” “Yes sir.” John answered. “This way john please follow us.” John felt so small as he followed the tall nurses. They took him into a small bathroom with a tub. “Ok john we are going to remove your body hair and then make sure you are fully clean. Sound good hun?” “Yes ma’am” John answered. “Ok baby this might sting a bit.” The nurses quickly had him naked as he tried to cover himself. John never did have much hair so he knew this wouldn’t be too bad. The nurses quickly applied a cream over his body then sat back and waited 10 minutes. To john it didn’t hurt really at all or even burn him, but he was happy about that. “Ok hun my name is Amanda I’m going to pick you up and put you in the bath already sweetie?” John was not a fan of baby talk but at the same time he was used to it after years of people doing it to him. “Ok.” Amanda picked John up and carried him over to the bathtub before her and the other nurses started cleaning him from head to toe. The whole cleaning took about 20 minutes, but he could swear he was cleaner than he had ever been. “Ok follow us back to the operating room dear.” Amanda says to John. John followed the nurses back to the room where he saw Dr. Nelson waiting for him. “Are you ready for this. This is your last chance to back out.” Nelson says to John. “I’m ready let’s do this please.” John said politely. “Ok help him up on the table and strap him down.” The nurses picked John up and strapping him down to the table making sure to place his small legs in the stirrups. “Last chance John.” Amanda says while Nelson is getting his tools ready. “It’s ok Amanda I’ve been waiting my whole life for this.” John said. “Ok dear I hope you can be happy now.” Amanda grabs the I.V and slowly puts it in Johns arm and watch’s him as he starts to get sleepy before he is fully asleep. “Ok remember what was said right?” Nelson asked. “Yep if anyone ask’s John was not here today and hasn’t been since yesterday.” Amanda said as the rest of the nurses nodded. “Thank I really owe you for this.” Nelson says “Any time this little guy. Soon to be little girl has earned it for what she has been though. Does she know everything you’re going to do?” Amanda asked. “No, I just told her I was going to make her a woman I kept the rest secret knowing it would be needed if he did what I think he did today.” “He stole that from his work didn’t yet.” Amanda asked “Yep I think so. So, we are not only making him a woman but changing his voice and doing a few minor body changes so if anyone where to look she will look 100% like a girl born and raised.” Dr. Nelson said. “Smart this little angel wouldn’t last 1 minute in jail.” One of his other nurses said. “Well let’s get to work I’ll work below Amanda you work on his voice; the rest please assist where needed.” Nelson said. “Yes sir.” All 4 women said at once. Dr. Nelson had to get his smallest tools for this he had never worked on someone with dwarfism before and this was a first for him. It took almost 4 hours for him to do it, but Johns penis was gone now for good and if anyone looked, he would look like a girl. The only thing John would not have is a womb if anyone looked. “Ok I’m almost done here Amanda how are you.” “Well I got the voice fixed and did some minor facial changes.” Amanda answered. “Ok let’s take a good look over and make sure everything looks great. Dr Nelson looked John soon to be Amelia over and was amazed at how good a job they had done. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say she looks no older then 3 or 4. You did an amazing job on her face and made such small cuts that it should heal quickly.” Dr. Nelson said. “You did tell your friend how old she is to be right?” Amanda asked. “Yeah I told him 22-year-old girl with dwarfism. I also told him to make her either a bit younger or older to make it believe able.” Dr Nelson said. “Well we need to get her moved somewhere to heal for a bit before we get her set up for a week to finish healing.” Amanda said. “Let’s put her in the recovery room we have for kids for now. In case anyone comes by.” Nelson said. Amelia woke up after being asleep for over a week to heal and she can say she felt sore still. “Hello?’ Amelia jumped a bit at the sound of her voice she sounded like a little girl perfectly. Amanda heard Amelia and walked into the room. “Well hello sweetie how are we feeling?” “Sore and why is my voice so high?” Amelia asked. “We did that so no matter what you would pass a girl. And yes, everything went well your 100% girl now hun.” Amanda said seeing how big Amelia’s smile was. “On paper right now, your name is Amelia and you came in here to get facial reconstruction from a car crash. “Oh. Has anyone looked for me?” Amelia asked. “Yes about 2 days ago and we told them you got pissed at Dr. Nelson the day before and said u were leaving town.” Amanda answered. “Thank I owe you all.” Amelia wanted to cry at all they had done for her. “Hun it’s fine we just want to see you happy.” Amanda reached down and gently hugged Amelia careful not to hurt her. “You will be here a few more days before you get your new identity. The day you get that Dr. Nelson is going to give you some money and have someone give you a ride out of the state after that it’s up to you where you go.” Amanda said while still hugging Amelia. “Get some rest ok hun you need to recover more before you can go.” Amanda whispered in Amelia’s ear. Amanda walked over and put some pain killers in Amelia’s I.V and watched as the small girl fell back asleep. Amanda walked back to Dr. Nelson’s office. “She woke up sore I gave her some pain killers and something to help her sleep too.” Amanda said. “Good let’s keep her asleep as much as possible so she can heal. I have everything right now set up and my friend says he will give her, her new Identity once she gets to her new state.” Nelson said. “Where is she going anyways?” Amanda asked. “California the north part of it. After that where she goes is up to her. I plan on giving her 1,000 dollars to start off with and a prepaid credit card with 3,000 dollars for a place to stay for a bit.” “It’s nice you care so much for her.” Amanda said as she saw him think for a minute. “I’ve learned a lot about John as a person for the last few years and after hearing about his live no one should live like that even someone his size. I feel like his family were monsters to him and I guess I just felt really sorry for him.” “Well he finally has his dream. And boy is she an adorable girl now.” Amanda says. “Thanks for all the help with this. You and the rest everyone helped a lot. “After seeing John for 3 years we all wanted to help him, and you gave us the chance.” Amanda said with a smile. “Thank again I mean it.” Nelson said. “It’s fine let’s get back to work though we got a lot to do.” Before Amelia knew it, she was awake again and it was time for her to leave to her new home. “Thanks for the help everyone.” Amelia said to the nurses and Nelson who were in her room ready to see her off. Amanda had Amelia a bag and a backpack her size in normal colors. “These have new clothes for you to wear and I made sure to get the most adult looking ones too sweetie.” Amanda said with a smile. “Thank you for the clothes Amanda.” Amelia smiled back and hugged Amanda. “I got something for you too Amelia. Dr. Nelson hands Amelia a small purse that looks like something a little girl would have. “It has some cash and a card to use for a place to stay. And because it looks like it’s something for a little girl no one will think anything of it.” Nelson smiled. “Thank you all I mean it.” Amelia said from the bottom of her heart. “It’s ok hun now let’s get you going, you have a new home to get to.” Everyone followed behind Amelia to the front door where a car with a trust friend of Nelson’s waited. Amanda then Nelson then the rest of the nurses all gave Amelia a hug. “Take care Amelia we wish you the best.” Amanda kisses Amelia on the head before Amelia gets in the car and shuts the door. Amelia rolls down the window and waves. “Thanks again I owe you.” Amelia says as the car starts to drive off away from everyone waving. “I’m going to miss her.” Amanda said crying into Nelson shoulder. “It’s ok I will to, but I will make sure to try and keep tabs on her to make sure she does ok.” “Thank I worry about her.” Amanda says sobbing now. “I do too I just hope she can live a happy life now. Amanda saw the car going out of sight tell she could no longer see it and sobbed more into Nelson shoulder.

Part 1: Paige hitched her backpack up onto her shoulder as she hefted two black garbage bags off the passenger seat of her car before easing the door shut with her hip. She was 20 and short, barely 5 feet tall, and she had wavy light brown hair that frizzed out around her face unless she held it back with clips or bands, or like today, sunglasses perched lazily on top of her head. She might not look it, based on the number of times she was carded for R-rated movies or given children’s menus at restaurants, but she was soon to start her junior year of college. She was living back home for the summer break to save money on housing, and to “bond” with her soon-to-be stepfather and 18 year old step-sister. Though she hated that idea and saw much more than polite small talk with either of them unlikely, she was still looking forward to the summer at home. Paige knew that she should really look for a job or at least an internship and that many open spots were already filling up, but at the same time she felt like she deserved a little bit of a break after such a hard semester. Working on the whole new-family thing would be work enough, anyway, she reasoned. Or at least that was what she had told her dubious mom when Paige had confessed her failure to secure summer employment. Having a roommate at college, nice as she was, had also meant that Paige had little alone time and made indulging in her ABDL interests basically impossible save for some late night online reading and photo browsing and the couple of weekends where the girl, Tess had gone to see her boyfriend. It would be nice to be able to have the house to herself during the days and her own room with a lock on the door at night. And for as long as she didn’t have a job, she would have the house to herself, despite the two new inhabitants who had moved in this year. Jake and her mom both worked weekdays and from what she had heard, went out together most nights or invited friends over to the house. Her mom’s social life had quickly dwarfed Paige’s own. As for Mia, the girl was equally gregarious, it seemed. From what she had heard and experienced in her brief meetings with the girl, Paige thought that she was nice enough, but they didn’t have many shared interests. Mia loved to run, hike, and cook, woke up at the crack of dawn to get laps in at the community pool, went out with friends and her boyfriend all the time, and this summer, she had not one, but two jobs lined up already, on top of her full social calendar. Paige would much rather watch nostalgic cartoons and eat pop tarts and captain crunch on the couch than do a 5k for childhood diabetes, and she was perfectly fine with that. Mia on the other hand, would come down to the sight of this during winter break, having already swam miles and miles, showered, and changed, only to whip up egg white omelets for herself and her parents, getting a full-mouthed mutter of “no fanks” from Paige. And before the two lovebirds had come downstairs, she would have the table set and the dishwasher loaded, counters sparkling. It was like the girl never stopped moving. During the last such impromptu family breakfast that Paige had been a part of, which turned out to be a daily routine for the house now, she had felt so out of place, munching on her multi-colored crunchberries with her bare hands while the other three had a lively conversation about the local mayoral candidates, some fundraiser, and the current situation in the middle east. Clara knew the gist of what was going on, but she didn’t feel comfortable enough in her knowledge of any of it to really engage in the conversation. Add in that the three of them knew many of the same people, many of Jake and Mae’s friends the parents of Mia’s classmates, and Paige often felt like a fourth wheel being talked over more than an equal contributor to the conversation. The idea of ever seeing Mia as a little sister seemed laughable. They would put up with one another for family dinners once or twice a year until they started families of their own or until Jake and her mom fizzled out. But there wouldn’t be the sisterly bond that her mom went on and on about. Tossing her bags down on the floor in the foyer and kicking off her bright yellow flip flops next to a cubby of neatly stacked sneakers and sandals, Paige called out to the empty house to see if She was alone. “Mom? Jake? Mia? Anybody home?” There was no answer, save for the clicking of nails and high pitched whimpers from the kitchen. Making her way through the house, Paige took in the subtle changes even since she had been here for winter break. It was weird to think that even though this had been where she grew up, other people had been making this their own home in the time that she had been gone this year. The fridge was covered in swim team and bake sale schedules, a straight ‘A’ report card, and an acceptance letter to Princeton. A few photos from her childhood were now mixed in with others of her mom and Jake at the beach, at a concert, on a cruise, and then a few of the tall, smooth dark haired Mia. In one, her red, school-issued swimsuit is stretched across her ample breasts, skimming down along her curves to the high cut outs above her shapely hips. She looked like a supermodel or an extra on bay watch more than a high school senior. As if to contrast this, one of the photos nearest that one is of Paige from middle school the one summer she tried the swim team. In the photo her bright purple and turquoise bathing suit clings loosely to her flat chest, slightly off-centered for being too large, follows her square midsection straight down to her non-existent hips, and sags down below her butt a bit, worn thin and pilled from sitting on the rough pool deck outdoors. Her bright orange goggles are pulled up on the top of her head and her face is pink from sunburn with reddish raccoon eyes from the overly-tight goggles. Her hair is wet and frizzing out around the bands of the goggles, off to the sides and down below her pigtails. The worst part of it is that she was barely 3 years younger in that photo than Mia was in her own. Reasoning that she could probably “spill” something on the photo some time this summer, Paige looked away from the starkly contrasted photos and towards the whining and wagging fur ball across the room. “Hi Lox!” She said, sliding open the crate door and immediately being knocked onto her butt by the small jumping Beagle’s furious kisses. She still couldn’t believe that her mom, after refusing her desperate pleas for a puppy her entire childhood, sucked in so quickly when Mia had made the same request. If he wasn’t so damned cute and friendly Paige might resent the pup. As it stood, he didn’t help with her resentment towards her step-sister-to-be. When she had asked her mom why she caved now with Mia when she had said no so often to Paige, her mom had said that Mia had “shown how responsible she is”. Whatever that means. As if Paige weren’t responsible. Whatever kind of revisionist history that was, Paige didn’t know. She had kept a cactus alive for five years on the bathroom window ledge, thank you very much. Sure, she had forgotten it’s existence for the better part of two of those years, and fine, cacti do best when you basically forget about them, and okay, it had ultimately died when she had dropped it into the sink and then overwatered it, upon remembering it one day, but still! Paige scratched Lox’s ears again and filled a glass with water before heading back to the living room for her backpack. She didn’t feel like lugging the two heavy garbage bags she had shoved her clothing into up the stairs just yet. Maybe if she left them long enough her mom would just do it. She had tossed every article of clothing that she had with her at school into the bags at the last minute, mixing clean and dirty together, not worrying about it since her mom was sure to rewash all of it anyway. She had never really let Paige do the wash since she had flooded the kitchen with soap bubbles and she commented on every break about the way Paige was laundering her clothes at school, pointing out the coffee spills and food stains on blouses and dirty seats of her pants from sitting out by the lake. Paige’s mom had seemed dubious about those stains, pointing out that some of her underwear had large brown splotches as well, but Paige had blushingly sworn up and down that it was from the lake. And it WAS from sitting by the lake. Paige would sit there wiggling in the wet and muddy grass and read and write ABDL stories for hours, the dampness of her pants only adding to the excitement. Would someone think she had had an accident? It would be easily explained away, especially when she showed the bottom of her muddy shoes, but no one ever stopped or asked her, never seemed to give her a second look. Not except for her mom who didn’t seem to accept the excuse. Now that there wasn’t the mud itself to prove her point, having washed her things, she felt like a little kid lying about an accident… or more than one. Not that there wasn’t some amount of thrill to that. It certainly added to the fervor of her writing those winter nights here at home. But as much as she was interested in the subject matter in her stories, she still bristled at the idea that her mom would honestly believe she was having accidents-and of that type-during the day no less. And it hadn’t helped that she had felt it best to have this conversation during one of those family breakfasts during her last visit, holding up a stained pair of her panties and jeans and asking about it in front of Mia and Jake, the three of them inevitably talking over and about her, suggesting stain removers that worked with toddlers Mia had babysat for with similar stains on their onesies and pants… despite Paige’s refrain that it wasn’t that kind of stain. It was with a strange and intoxicating mix of humiliation and arousal that met these memories. Paige didn’t fully understand them, but she did know, from the stories she read online and those she wrote, that she wasn’t the only person out there like this. It was confusing knowing where the line was though, where it became too much. And yet, even now she could feel a heat and dampness between her thighs. Like in one of Paige’s favorite stories where a girl pretended to have night time accidents to get her mother to buy her Goodnites and then to spank her as a means to “train her body” to stop wetting the bed. Paige often imagined herself in this same position, but it was always with some faceless mom figure, not her own actual mother. When she imagined her own mom it seemed wrong. And while it had been exciting at first that her mom thought she had been having accidents, she wasn’t sure she liked the way she started hovering after that, her constant refrains about using the bathroom before they went out growing frustrating. And yet, Paige thought, shimmying out of her leggings in her own room and kicking her now slightly damp underwear, (the memories aside, she still could enjoy the fantasies. Riffling through her backpack to the zippered inner compartment behind her laptop, Paige’s fingers found the soft open plastic of the goodnites bag and eased one of the pull-ups out with a smile. Pulling the goodnight on, she turned to the mirror on the back of her closet and imagined that her mom, or some faceless mom figure, to be more accurate, had checked her panties and found them damp, not from arousal as they were, but from a near miss at the potty. She would be marched upstairs to her room and the woman would pull a goodnite out of, not her backpack, but her underwear drawer, where they would be prominently housed next to her few childish and stained panties. She would be scolded for her accident as her mother-figure would place the pull-up on her bed, then leave to retrieve a towel and hairbrush before beckoning Paige over to her lap as she sat in Paige’s own desk chair. Paige’s protests that it was an accident and only a small one, that she had mostly made it to the potty in time, would be met with chiding about how big girls went potty before it was such an emergency and that this was her third accident this week. Paige would then be summoned forward where the woman would pull her leggings down to her ankles, followed by her damp panties with a “tsk” and a disappointed shake of the head, before guiding her over the towel on her lap and lifting the brush to- “-re you up here?” Paige’s fantasy was brought up short, her hand pressed against a now vaguely damp spot in her goodnight, her whole body wanting to continue while her brain kicked back into control. Shit, her mom was home! She shouldn’t be home for another hour, Paige thought with a grumble as she grabbed her leggings quickly off the floor, pulling them on just in time for the door to her room to open after just a cursory knock. How had she forgotten to lock that!?

Gemma is a naughty little diaper girl. Let's see what trouble she gets into today with her Daddy on her birthday (nonsexual audio story) Written by Boober, narrated by Me

Im a 21 year old abdl who never really got a chance to explore this side of me im looking for abdl friends around my age to get padded with and hang out

Hello, readers! This is a special little one-shot I've been wanting to do for a while now for New Years! I really hope that you all enjoy it! Big Baby New Year by Panther Cub The tigress moved stealthily from shadow to shadow, not making a sound. She had sighted her prey, and they were oblivious to her presence. Nadine Fangmeyer watched her partner, Ralph Wolford, as he pulled on a simple blue t-shirt, having just finished changing out of his uniform. He was alone, now in jeans and a shirt, about to close his locker. Nadine pulled from her back pocket the cloth diaper and the safety pin. You brought this on yourself, Ralph, she thought to herself. She was sitting perched on some adjacent lockers in the shadows, all her muscles coiled and ready to pounce. The oblivious Ralph bent over to get something from his gym bag, and that's when Nadine struck. She leapt with a fluid feline grace that only a tiger could achieve, and practically flew through the air towards her prey. But, a smirking Ralph rolled out of the way, tugging on a yellow bungee cord as he did. Nadine landed on a locker room bench, surprised. Just as she was about to move, several lockers, hooked up to a series of connected bungee cords that were the same dark green as said lockers, toppled over onto her, pinning her upper body to the bench. Nadine let out a yowl of surprise and frustration. "RALPH! Get these lockers off me!" she said, squirming and just managing to roll over onto her back, to try and push the lockers off, but they weren't budging. It was only now that she saw that the lockers had been taped shut with duct tape. "What are in these?!" "Bowling balls," Ralph said with a smirk as he walked over to Nadine's free legs. In his paws were another cloth diaper and safety pin. "Now, quit squirming, kitten." Hearing this, Nadine froze, realizing what was about to happen. She tried to kick at her partner, but Ralph was able to easily dodge the kicks. Smiling, he reached down and started to unbuckle Nadine's belt, and then unbutton her uniform pants. Despite her struggling, they were soon off her legs and folded up on the bench. Nadine growled and tried again to push the lockers off her chest. They weren't heavy enough to actually hurt her, being a large and muscular tigress after all, but she was still pinned. Now blushing, she felt Ralph gently take hold of the waistband of her simple pink cotton panties, and whisk those away as well. "What a fussy kitten I've got," he said with a chuckle. "R-Ralph, wait! We can talk about this!" Nadine said, kicking her legs even more. Her eyes went wide as her bottom, which had lifted off the bench a little during a series of squirming kicks, came back down to rest on something soft and pillowy. Trying to kick what she knew was a cloth diaper off, she instead made it easier for Ralph to grab her tail and thread it through the tail hole in the back. Struggling even more, her partner's paws were surprisingly quick, pulling the corners of the infantile garment together in the front and pinning it snug. Then, there was a flash, and Nadine's struggles ceased. She had lost. "You cheated, Ralph!" she said with an angry huff. Ralph chuckled, tapping on his phone and sending the picture out, letting everyone know that he had won. "There was nothing in the rules about trapping you, Kitten," Ralph said, moving over to another set of bungee cords and, him and Nadine working together, they lifted the lockers off of her, settling them back into their original place. As Nadine got up and reluctantly only grabbed her pants, Ralph's phone dinged with a notification. He smiled wide. "And the Chief agrees with me. So it looks like you're the precinct's Baby New Year this year." Nadine just grumbled as she stepped into her pants and pulled them over her diaper, mortified to be wearing it. But, she knew that there was no getting out of it. It was tradition, and she had certainly enjoyed the previous Baby New Years. Especially Hopps, with how often she had agreed to babysit the embarrassed bunny. With a sigh, she got up and started to head towards the ladies' locker room. "So you'll meet me at my car after you get changed?" Ralph asked, his tail wagging faster now. He was ripping off the tape on the lockers and opening them, needing to return the bowling balls in their carrier bags to his fellow officers. Nadine blushed. "Yeah... I'm not going to welch on the agreement..." she almost added that you signed us up for but didn't. She sighed and exited the locker room, seeing the cloth diaper and pin she had dropped, not bothering to pick them up. The tradition was that on the last week of November, a pair of partners would volunteer for the Baby New Year game. Basically, the two would have the whole day to try and force each other into a cloth diaper, taking pictures as proof when one was finally diapered. The other officers would place bets on who would end up the baby, with the entire pot going to charity and the winners getting a free dinner at The Blue Vine, paid for by Chief Bogo himself. Then, the loser would have to spend the entire month of December wearing diapers (on full display), being babied by their fellow officers, with their partner acting as their Mommy or Daddy. What's more, each day the babied officer would go without quitting, a massive donation was made to Kits n' Cubs, an organization to help foster children. It would end on New Year's Eve when the officer in question would play the role of Baby New Year, wearing only a diaper (and shirt if they were female) and a sash proclaiming their status, live on ZNN during the ball drop no less. Nadine's blush turned a darker crimson as she exited the locker room, and felt all eyes of her fellow officers on her. She heard some giggles and chuckles and murmurs. Passing by the front desk, Benjamin Clawhauser was holding back a squeal. The chubby cheetah had always loved the tradition and thought it adorable. He was holding his phone as he looked up at her. "Congratulations, Nadine! I think you're going to be the cutest Baby New Year yet!" he said, a little too loud for Nadine's liking. She forced a smile, more of a grimace really, and nodded to Benji. "Uh... th-thanks..." she said, hitching up her pants, unaware that the back of her diaper was poking up a bit above her waistband. She hurried to the female locker room, sighing when she saw that she did not have it to herself. "Oh! There's Baby New Year!" cood a female voice that made Nadine wince. Francine, a female elephant, was quick to scoop the tigress up into her arms, settling her in a cradled position. She began rocking her while her trunk, impressively, made short work of removing her pants again. "H-hello. Francine," Nadine said, blushing more than she had been before. Francine absolutely loved mollycoddling each and every Baby New Year, no matter who they were. The tigress at that moment recalled seeing Francine cradling Judy like this and feeding her a bottle. Nadine cringed, as she knew that now that was officially in her near future. "Ah-ah! It's Auntie Francine now!" The pachyderm smiled as she continued to rock the tigress. "Oh! This is just going to be so much fun! I can't wait until it's my turn to babysit you! I've already got some fun activities planned!" Francine set her down on her feet, using her trunk to give Nadine a gentle pat on the back of her diaper. Not trusting herself to speak, she quickly undressed and pulled on a black tank top and flannel jacket. Seeing herself in a nearby mirror, black tank top, red flannel jacket, and her diaper, she blushed even more and quickly pulled on her jeans, although not before Francine managed to snap a picture while cooing and praising her for dressing herself like a big girl. With a sigh, she finished packing her things, and exited the locker room, being given a big hug by Francine first. She spotted Ralph standing by the desk in the atrium, talking excitedly with Benji. Spotting her approaching, Ralph's tail started wagging even faster. "There's Daddy's little Princess!" he practically called out. Nadine winced. "RALPH!" she hissed at him, hearing some more chuckles from the other officers. "Uh-uh! It's 'Daddy' now, Princess," he said, standing on his tiptoes to pet her head. Nadine's face was practically a striped tomato. Suppressing a growl, she nodded. "Y-yes... Daddy..." the moment the words were out of her mouth, two things happened. The first, Benji let out a coo, the second, Ralph pulled her into a hug. He then took her larger paw into his own. "Alright, Princess, we gotta get a move on. We've got some shopping to do! Say bye-bye to Uncle Benji!" Nadine, blushing, said goodbye to Clawhauser, who was still cooing, and let herself be led away from the desk and out the glass doors of Precinct 1. She tried to ignore the stares as she was led to the parking lot where Ralph's car was, but was very self conscious of the bulge around her waist. When they got to his car, she was expecting him to take her to the passenger door. Instead, Nadine found herself being led to the backseat. When she saw why, she froze. Right there in the back seat was a very large pink carseat, with smiling bunnies and unicorns on it. One look was all it took to let Nadine know that it was just big enough for her. "I had to get the biggest carseat they had for elephant toddlers, but I think we just managed to get one that you'll fit in," Ralph said, guiding her towards the carseat. "You were that confident you'd win?" Nadine asked, reluctantly allowing herself to be guided into the soft plush seating. "Well of course. I know my little Princess like the back of my paw." Ralph winked at her, making Nadine huff and almost cross her arms, until she realized then she'd look like the pouty toddler she was partially dressed as, at least underneath her street clothes. She instead held her tongue as Ralph secured her with the straps and the five point harness, making sure it was snug but not too tight. "There we go! And what a good girl you're being. I was partially expecting some fussing. Keep this up, and I'll get you a special surprise when we're all done shopping." Ralph shut the door to the back seat and made his way to the driver's door. Getting in and buckling up, he started the car up and soon they were exiting the parking lot. Nadine was curious as to where they could be going. It turns out that they didn't go too far as, soon enough, they were pulling into the parking lot of a large storefront. The Cub Zone, the sign read, making Nadine blush. Ralph was quick to get out and unbuckle her from her carseat. Being led by the paw, Nadine's eyes went wide as her dread was confirmed, it was a store primarily for babies and toddlers of varying species. Walking through the automatic doors, Nadine's cheeks flushed red beneath her fur as she saw many different species of mammals, all with children in tow. The tigress blushed some more as she realized that Wolford walking along while holding her paw, with her new padded undergarment on beneath her jeans, made her feel small, like she was no different than any of the cubs she witnessed. She barely registered that he was looking down at a piece of paper, leading her through aisles past baby products, finally stopping in front of an intimidatingly large female polar bear. She was wearing a blue shirt and black jeans, with a pink store vest on, her name tag glinting in the fluorescent light. "Excuse me, miss," Ralph said, his tail lazily wagging. "Are you Cleo?" The polar bear looked them over, before she broke out into a wide grin. "Well howdy there," she said with a southern accent, her voice as sweet as honey. Nadine blushed and started to instinctively try to hide behind Ralph. "How can I help you?" "Hi there! I'm Ralph, my friend Benji sent me and said to ask for you?" At this, the store employee's eyes lit up. "Oh my goodness! Yes, Ben-Ben gave me a little ring not too long ago! We here at Cub Zone are just so thrilled to help your department participate in this fun little tradition yet again! Now, am I correct in assuming that this is the lucky little kitten here?" Ralph nodded and, causing her to squeak in surprise, pushed Nadine forward a bit. "Yup! Here she is! Our Baby New Year!" Nadine's face felt like it was aflame as Cleo bent her knees a little to make eye contact with her, once again making the tigress feel small, something she wasn't used to. "Awww, no need to be nervous, honeypie. We'll get you all squared away with everything you'll need to be the cutest Baby New Year ever. Why, you're reminding me of Little Judy. She was just so scared, but before she knew it, she was having so much fun." Nadine said nothing, not wanting to be rude, but she sincerely doubted that, as well as the insinuation that she too would have fun being treated like a toddler for a month. "Why, she's even been enrolled in our special daycare program." "Huh?" Nadine asked, confused. "What do you mean?" "Hmmm... okay, I say that this little kitten is a size three in Pachydermy-Puffs!" Nadine squeaked as she was lifted up under her arms by the larger predator and placed on her hip, one large paw supporting her puffy bottom. "Will I be correct in assuming that you'd like to try out a free sample for the little one here?" Nadine thought smoke would surely be coming off of her whiskers from the heat of her embarrassment as she looked around. Some mammals looked at her oddly, others looked and then continued on with their day, as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening. "Absolutely. Gotta be extra sure that I'm getting my little Princess just the right fitting diaper," Ralph chimed in as he followed along. Nadine then found herself in the back of the store, looking at a wall of changing stations. Chloe used her free paw to open one with a picture of baby elephants and rhinos on it, and laid Nadine down on its soft plastic surface. She let out a squeak as her jeans were whisked off. "Yup. This is one of our cloth Baby New Year specials," Chloe said, giving the tigress' diaper front a poke. As Nadine laid there and reflected on how far this went with previous Baby New Years, Chloe opened up a cabinet inlaid in the wall. She rummaged around a bit and pulled out a canister of baby powder, a tub of baby wipes, and a large white disposable diaper with blue trim at the leg gathers. To Nadine, it felt like a surgeon laying out the tools for a delicate procedure. Then she saw the front of the diaper and paled beneath her fur. On it was a cartoon police badge that read 'Precinct 1's Baby'. "Now, would you like to change her into her new underwear, Daddy?" Chloe asked Ralph, who nodded and happily took the diaper from her. "It would be my pleasure... unless the Princess has decided not to go through with it?" Ralph asked, looking at Nadine as she laid there. "I mean, I certainly would understand if this is all just a little too much for her. As would, I'm sure, the whole precinct. I mean, it would be the first time anyone ever actually quit and deprived those poor foster cubs--" "I'm fine," Nadine snapped at her partner with an annoyed huff. Ralph smiled and wagged his tail. "Alrighty then, Princess. Just lay still and try not to wiggle a whole lot like last time, and Daddy will be all done." Nadine crossed her arms at this and pouted. She knew Ralph had played to her ego. The big tough tigress city cop. That was how she preferred others to see her. Only now she was going to be wearing diapers and treated like a baby for the next month. But that wasn't enough to change her mind. She was not going to be the first to call it quits for the game. She then remembered Officer Hopps and how she persevered, even knowing she was going to be broadcasted on live TV. That little country bunny rookie, wearing the pink t-shirt, her carrot-print diaper, and the sash that read 'Baby New Year'; never backed down. And neither would she. So Nadine obediently laid there as Ralph fluffed out her diaper. She did jump a little after he had gotten the cloth diaper off, and started using a baby wipe. And she winced after her legs were raised and her bottom was dusted with the sweet-smelling powder. Her blush had returned in full force when her tail was threaded through the hole on the back, right before her bottom came to rest on her crinkly new padding. Then the front was pulled up, all four velcro tapes pulled into place. Ralph rolled her over to get at the last tape right above her tail, before giving her bottom a pat to signal that it was done. She hopped down from the changing table, and found the pillow-like garment wrapped around her waist pushed her legs a little bit apart. She caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby mirror, and tried to tug her shirt and flannel jacket down to hide her padding. "Like I said, a size three," Chloe said, giving Nadine's bottom a pat. "Just so cute!" "Well of course she is," Ralph interjected, dropping the cloth diaper and safety pin into a slot, along with another set, the one Nadine had dropped earlier when she had been pinned by the lockers. "She's my little Princess. And I think that that's where we should start theme-wise for her new nursery." "Excellent choice. Let me show you two where we keep the larger species cribs, and maybe we can find one she will enjoy." Nadine said nothing as Ralph took her paw and started to follow Chloe out of the back rooms, Nadine in tow. Nadine blushed and ignored the other shoppers as she realized that she didn't have her jeans put back on her. "Wh-who's paying for all of this?" Nadine asked, blushing under the maternal polar bear's gaze. "Cub Zone is a proud sponsor of the Big Baby New Years game. So each year we donate everything needed for a brand new nursery for the lucky big cub. And this year, that's you, sweetie." "O-oh," Nadine blushed. She had wondered if Ralph had saved up some money just for this. She herself hadn't thought that far ahead, not planning on being signed up this year. At most, she had planned on buying a new high chair or something. Now here she was, standing in the middle of a baby supply store, wearing a diaper for all to see, about to help in picking out the furniture for her new nursery. While she was humiliated... she also felt... a warmth in her chest. It was similar to how she felt when she would go to bed, hugging her bunny plushie, Mr. Hareington. She reflected on this, until she realized that Chloe and Ralph were both looking at her expectantly. "H-huh?" She asked, feeling small again, and realizing that she didn't exactly hate that feeling. "I asked you if you see anything you like, Princess," Ralph asked with a smile. Nadine looked and spotted a crib, definitely sized for a baby elephant. It had white bars and a pink mattress with a ruffled pink and white striped frill going around the bottom. Dangling above it was a mobile that had pink and white plush fish. Blushing some more, she pointed to it. "Oh, that's an excellent choice, honey," Chloe said. As she and Ralph started to discuss other things, Nadine walked up to the crib. Standing up and grabbing the rails from the outside, she found she couldn't reach the top rail, and assumed Ralph would just have to use a step-stool to let her out. Reaching down and touching the soft mattress, she let out an involuntary purr. Maybe this month won't be all bad, she thought to herself. New Year's Eve... Nadine blushed but smiled around her binky. She walked with a slight waddle through the crowd. She was dressed in a simply pink t-shirt, and a diaper with fireworks on the front. Daddy had just got done changing her, the oversized hitten having filled her last one, thankfully not while on camera. Ralph was wearing a suit and tie, as were most of the other party goers, well the ones not in dresses. Nadine felt a little exposed, but shook it off. Daddy was here. She hugged Mr. Hareington with her free paw as her other was being held by Ralph as he led them back towards the ZNN reporter and camera crew. Nadine looked at her sash and read Baby New Year on it again, unable to stop a giggle. At the beginning of the month, she had been so worried and dreading heading into work after stopping at Cub Zone the first time. But she needn't have worried. Her coworkers had been so understanding and supportive. Yes there had been a few jokes and chuckles, but soon enough, Nadine waddling around in her usual uniform top with the vest on underneath, and her badge diapers on with no pants had become just another normal day at work for them. Well, when other officers weren't actively fawning over her, like Auntie Nadine. Still though, life went on, and so did work. Starting back easily, she and Ralph had been assigned to parking duty, which had been significantly less pleasant than just showing up to work. If mammals had an attitude problem with cops giving out tickets, they seemed to find it especially infuriating to be ticketed by one wearing a diaper. But Daddy had proven to be very protective of her, and cowed more than one rude citizen with a fierce growl. On the weekends, they had gone to playgrounds and parks, which the oversized kitten was surprised to find were actually fun experiences for her. What shocked her the most was her first day of daycare, which turned out to be one building over from Cub Zone. She was shocked to find the place crawling, literally, with previous Big Baby New Years, including a certain little bunny. Judy had explained to the new playmate that most Baby New Years tended to not stop needing the babying after their big day. That they still needed someone to look after them, and that Nick had more or less taken on the role of Daddy for her. Nadine spied said bunny hopping about excitedly, wearing a white dress, standing near a bemused-looking red fox in a tuxedo. "Now, now, Baby Carrot," Nick said with a calm voice, getting Judy's attention, "let's not get too excited. The ball hasn't even dropped yet." "But Daaaaaaaddy," Judy whined, her ears drooping, "there's carrot cake right over there!" Judy pointed to a table of desserts, making Nick and Ralph chuckle. The two had been scheduling the girls for playdates almost since day one. "And we'll get you a slice in a little while, sweetheart," Nick said, scooping her up and setting his partner on his hip. There was a crinkle from where his paw supported her bottom. Judy huffed and crossed her arms, pouting. "If you're a good girl for Daddy, then maybe someone will be getting a chocolate baba, instead of a regular one tonight. Okay?" That was enough to make the bunny perk back up and throw her arms around his neck. "Okay, Daddy! I can be good!" "That's my girl. Now, how about you and Nadine spend some time playing together while the grown-ups enjoy this party?" "'Kay! Oh, hi Nadine! Hi, Uncle Ralph!" Judy said, excitedly waving to the two. Ralph and Nick shared a chuckle. "Hi there, sweetpea," Ralph said, ruffling Judy's headfur. The two canids walked towards the complimentary Baby New Year playpen set up on the heated pavilion. Nick reached over the side to set Judy down inside. She hopped a bit in excitement, giving everyone a peek at her pink princess diaper on underneath her dress, not that she cared. Spying some blocks, she dropped to her paws and knees and started crawling towards them. Ralph helped Nadine step over the side, praising her for being such a good girl. As Nadine crawled after Judy, and felt the front of her diaper start to warm up, she smiled. Her potty training had become totally abysmal in the month she'd been demoted to diapers. So much so that, far too often, she would have no idea that she even needed to go to the bathroom, until well after she had already gone. She certainly didn't mind that that meant she would be in diapers longer. In fact, as she looked up at the lit up sphere, she smiled wide, having a feeling that the upcoming year was going to be a much more fun and relaxing one. And there you have it, everyone! I hope that you all have a Happy New Year!

Hi folks! I have posted my stuff on other sites, notably Reddit and Wattpad. Someone recently encouraged me to post here, and I thought I would give this community a try. I have a fair backlog of stories, but I won't be posting them all at once on here. That seems spammy and rude. Plus, I think it's fun to have regular content to look forward to. For the medium-term, I'll be posting one chapter of a story a week on here, starting with my short novel "Baby Briana". It has twenty six chapters, so we'll be a while on that one. I hope you enjoy! Please feel free to comment, ask questions, and otherwise talk to me in this thread. I don't know how often I will be checking my inbox here, as I already have a lot of inboxes, so my story threads are probably the best place to talk to me. Content Warnings: NSFW content including sex scenes. Spanking and discipline. Consent is not explicitly spelled out; a person acting as a child is considered to be giving implicit consent to be treated as one. Without further ado: Chapter 1 of Baby Briana. Brianna lifted her head and let out a yawn that stretched her jaw. Discomfort made her squirm in the bed. She slid a hand under the covers and immediately teared up. The bed was wet again. She froze in bed, listening and hoping that the house would be silent. No luck. By the sounds of it at least two of her roommates were already awake. The sun blazed through her white daisy curtains; a sign that it was likely they were all awake. For a few minutes she burrowed back into the covers despite the dampness. She wished she could vanish into the bed and disappear. Or better yet, that the stain would. “I don’t know why this is happening!” Briana despaired. “I haven’t wet the bed since I was six. It’s been ten times this month, and it’s happening more and more often.” With a groan she crawled out of bed and stripped off her soaked panties and nightshirt. She was able to scamper to the bathroom to shower without running into anyone. Scraggly red hair greeted her in the mirror. She sighed and tied it up. Haircuts were another thing that weren’t happening. At least the rest of her looked good. A smattering of freckles across a slim body. “Nothing like being poor to keep you trim.” Back in her room she dressed in dry clothes and faced her bed grimly. The comforter was too bulky to launder easily and seemed to be barely damp. She stripped the sheets and wrapped them in her wet bath towel. With the window open and a bit of febreeze on the mattress, she hoped no one would notice. Her feet creaked on the old wooden floors. Normally she loved an old house with tons of character. Now it was a traitor reporting her every move. Since quiet wasn’t an option, she made her way down the stairs quickly to the living room. Her roommate Suzie was there, curled up on the green antique couch. Brianna froze for a moment, but the blonde girl didn’t look up from her phone. Brianna rounded the wall that supported the stairs and opened the basement door. Another flight of creaky stairs and she was on nice quiet concrete. Even better, the washing machine was free. A huge wave of relief washed across Brianna when she set the washer running. Briana checked her bank balance for the hundredth time while she leaned on the kitchen counter. Only a couple hundred dollars left. Her roommates had been generous enough to let her skip the rent. They even let her eat from the groceries they bought. It was a lifesaver, but a guilt-inducing one. The college’s work study wasn’t taking any new student workers mid semester either. “There’s nothing online for jobs.” Briana sighed. “I’m sending out three applications a day but nobody replies.” “Hey, Bri?” Suzie startled Briana out of her thoughts. “Can you come to the living room? We wanted to talk to you about something.” “This is it. They’re kicking me out.” Briana’s mouth went dry, her stomach knotted. She managed a nod but couldn’t speak. Her fears redoubled when she saw her other four roommates sitting in the living room. Suzie led her to the armchair and took a seat on the right-hand couch next to Jane. As a film school student she was the most quirky of the group, short blue hair and a lot of tattoos. When she’d first moved in everyone called her Manic Pixie Dream Girl until it got to be too much. Anything but plain Jane was still in pajamas, her long black hair pulled back in a ponytail. She had striking German features with a resting bitch face that was legendary in the Economics department. Erin and Casey were on the left-hand couch, still dressed for their morning run. The only sporty members of the house, Erin was freckled and burnt, while Casey tended to evenly tan. They always seemed to sit together; Erin was the only one in the house who wouldn’t be dwarfed by Casey’s six and a half feet. Across the coffee table in the other armchair was Veronica, dressed in her usual black house dress. She had a quiet, commanding presence most of the time. At a meeting like this she had the look of royalty. Not condescending, just the assumption that she was in control. She didn’t even need to flex her wealth or Postdoc status to have authority in the house, but they certainly helped. Brianna sat at Veronica’s direction, eyes already brimming with tears. “I think you probably know why we wanted to talk.” Veronica said. “I’m sorry!” Briana burst into tears. “I can have my stuff packed up in a couple of days.” “What? Huh? No!” Several of the girls responded in unison. “Briana, no.” Veronica said with a concerned frown. “Nobody is kicking you out. I’m sorry you thought that’s what this was!” “What then?” Brianna sniffled. “You have been… having to do a lot of laundry lately.” Veronica said. Briana flushed. “That was really kindly worded. Carefully worded. I wonder if she learned that in the counseling program.” “We’re worried about you, and we want to help.” Veronica continued when Briana didn’t seem like she was going to reply. “Help how?” Briana sighed. “I don’t have insurance, or money for a doctor. I can’t ask you to cover me on that too!” “That’s not what we were offering.” Veronica said kindly. “We did get you a couple of things that might help though.” Erin hopped up and grabbed a package from behind the couch. A package of incontinence undergarments. Brianna’s heart sank and her face flamed again. “I uh, I don’t know why it’s happening but I’m not sure that I really need…” She stammered. “I know it’s rough even thinking about wearing those!” Erin said. “So I got you some different ones too.” She placed a second package on the coffee table. This one had bright colors, proudly proclaiming the efficacy of its pullups. “Uh, I’m pretty slim but I don’t think I can fit into pullups.” Brianna said, confused. “They’re adult sized!” Casey chimed in. “I know they look kind of kid-y.” Erin said. “But they’re way prettier than the Depends.” “I don’t think…” Brianna began. “Please think about it.” Veronica said. “Use them until you figure out what’s going on.” “Veronica’s the one covering my rent…” Briana hesitated, “Those things probably weren’t cheap either. This is actually really nice of them, even if it’s embarrassing.” “Um, okay. I’ll try them for at least a couple of days.” Briana said. She blushed and sank back in the chair as the other girls applauded. “We want you to be okay.” Jane said. “We’re here to help you, okay?” Suzie smiled at Briana. “It takes a lot of courage to accept help, especially about something like this.” Veronica said. Briana wiped away tears. Her roommates rose up en masse and helped her out of the chair. Surrounded in warm group hug, Brianna sobbed a couple of times and took a deep rattling breath. “Thanks everybody.” The hug closed tightly around her again. “You’ve all been really nice.” “We’re friends!” Suzie declared. “Just because we’re not a sorority doesn’t mean that I don’t think of you all as my sisters.” Veronica said. “We’ve had this house together for three years.” Brianna nodded, wiping her eyes. Jane helped her carry the supplies up to her room, giving her another hug before she left. Briana put the packages in the far back of her closet and realized there was a third one as well. A plastic mattress cover, that had been sitting under the depends. “I can’t afford to replace my mattress.” Briana thought grimly. She slipped the cover on her mattress and made the bed with new sheets. You couldn’t tell by looking at it, and when she crawled under the covers, the feel wasn’t too bad. “I sure have good friends. I wish I knew why this was happening!”

Hi! I’m new here ☺️ but I’ve been posting to Changing Mirror for a bit. Thought some of my stories from there would be enjoyed here! - K ? Chapter 1: “Happy Travels” A short story based on a recent article I saw about Chinese Airlines asking their flight attendants to wear diapers in the name of “safety” from Covid... Seated in first class I watch the passengers lumber by on their way to their own seats. Looking at the staff I can’t help but find myself wondering if and who might be wearing the “safety” diapers the airline is pushing on their flight attendants. Strangely it’s only the females that they have pushed this idea on. I’ve decided that I’d like to see this for myself so I’ve subjected myself to a pan pacific flight. I’ve been looking at the flight attendants and have been pleased to see that all of them are women, pretty, young, and there is a mix of races represented. The flight crew is a male pilot, female copilot, and male navigator. Looking at the uniform pants of the copilot I’m certain she isn’t wearing a diaper. No room for anything else in those tight slacks. Oh! I almost forgot.. I have the ability to make things happen. You can call it mind control, or magic, or whatever but the reality is that I can make reality be whatever I want it to be. For instance, the copilot wasn’t wearing form fitting slacks when I boarded the plane. She had what I thought was a nice ass so I made her pants tighter so I could appreciate it more. No big deal. This kind of thing is usually what I do. Make little improvements to things I see. Like her pants, if her ass wasn’t what I wanted to see when I made her pants tighter I would simply MAKE it the way I wanted it. I do this all the time. Most of the time the subject doesn’t know I’ve done anything, I give them blonde hair and “boom” they’ve always been a blonde. Sometimes I let them know I’ve made a change. For instance I’m sitting in first class. That wasn’t the ticket I bought but it’s where I’m sitting now. The person that was supposed to sit here is a woman named Janice. She’s not important to my trip but she IS important to my story of letting people know I made a change. See Janice and I “met” as I was standing in line at TSA. I’d just put my bin on the roller and was about to step in the body scanner when she pushed passed me and said she was in a hurry. The TSA agent asked her to step back as I was next and she basically pitched a fit saying that she was a first class passenger and rich and blah blah blah... When the TSA agent tried to be cordial she kept browbeating him and being rude. An older woman asked her to please calm down and be more kind and Janice turned to her and called her a dried up old prune. Now I don’t mind someone being rude to me. I don’t like it when they are rude to others, but to insult a really sweet old woman was more than I felt like allowing today so I quickly made a few changes. Three changes specifically: 1 I decided that Janice and the kind woman (Marie) should exchange breasts. Janice’s firm fake DDs became Cs but I went ahead and let her keep her former skin so the Cs she now sports are soft, sagging sacks with nipples that face outward. 2 I averaged Janice and Marie’s ages so while Janice instantly aged from 35 to 53, Marie picked up the youth from her 72 to 53. Marie’s body firmed up while Janice picked up 30 lbs, wrinkled, and she felt tired. 3 I gave Marie ALL of the sex drive while she gave Janice all of her sexual history. So Marie’s nipples and areola tightened up and lightened since she never breastfed 6 children while Janice’s soft saggy breasts lost two more cup sizes become empty sacks of skin with dark thick nipples toughened up from breastfeeding and pointing straight down. And speaking of 6 kids... Marie’s vagina tightened up and became slippery like a college girl and Janice’s became dry, loose, with lips that flopped over the sides of the thong panties she wears sagging almost two inches beyond.. Meat Curtains for sure if I were being vulgar about it. So Marie didn’t notice her youth return and breasts expand. The rest of the world didn’t notice either. She was just a sexy 53 year old woman with the sex drive of a high school virgin boy and she always had been. But Janice I let know precisely what happened. I let her remember her body before and even left her in the same outfit she’d been wearing before. Her empty tits rolling around in her far too big bra with a shirt that showed her former cleavage now hanging limply exposing her stretch marked flat chest. Her belly pushing out over her tan slacks that now highlights her sagging ham-hock ass and fat thighs. She complained that she’d go to the police and I laughed her off. “What shall you tell them Janice? That a man made you age, gave your tits to another woman and added 30 lbs to you? Pull out your license, that IS you now.” She reached in her wallet and looked at her license and Sure enough. Janice is 53, 5’9” 30 lbs heavier with graying roots.. She looked back at me with fear in her eyes followed by rage. She started yelling when I stopped her with a wave of my hand and let her know that she might want to head to the nearest pharmacy since I let her have Marie’s weak bladder from so many children. “You must be careful when you sneeze, strain too hard, or even yell or you might have an accident Janice.” Janice looked at her tan slacks and a small wet spot appeared... “See? Better hurry, but don’t run! Hate to leave a trail behind you.” Janice turned and quickly walked away leaving her carryon in the bin along with her ticket. I quickly made the name change to her ticket a reality and now here I am, first class! So back my flight staff.. Let’s see.. I have a total flight attendant staff of 8. 5 Asian, let’s just say they are your stereotypical pretty Asian women. Dark black hair, thin, average curves though one has pretty big boobs for her size. All around 5’3”-5’6”. 2 American women. One is a “California girl” 5’7” blonde, tan, clearly fake boobs and nice hips. The other a Hispanic woman with awesome curves, dark hair with blonde highlights, think Shakira but with big boobs. The last is a red head, Irish maybe? She’s tall, with decent curves and pale skin with freckles. All in all I like what I’m seeing. So let’s see who the first class FA will be... Ah! It’s the tallest Asian with the big boobs.. wonder if she’s wearing a diaper. Once we’re in the air I think I’ll find out! All of the flight attendants wear the same uniform. Based off of the North Korean style they are navy blue with a round cap, navy blue short sleeved jacket with buttons on the front and gold trim, navy blue below the knee length semi form fitted skirts, nude hose, and low heeled shoes. While they aren’t “sexy” they certainly are flattering to most body types. We will see if we can give a couple updates to them as we travel together. “Excuse me miss.” I say as my 1st Class attendant passes by. “Yes sir?” “What’s your name?” “It’s Lin sir. Can I do anything for you?” “Actually I had a question about your airline and the flight attendants.” “I can answer your questions Sir, what would you like to know?” “Well for starters I wanted to know if you are all supposed to be wearing the diapers the airline spoke about in the press.” Lin is taken back by the personal question I asked her and she immediately looks towards her skirt to see if somehow I could see anything. “Sir, that’s not an appropriate question.. Now excuse me.” She starts to walk away so I push.. “Lin stop.” She does.. “Now I asked you a question and it would be quite rude if you to ignore a customer.” Lin suddenly looks concerned instead of mad and steps close to my seat. She leans in and whispers “Yes sir, I’m wearing a diaper.” Her face blushing.. “I see.” I look at her skirt and honestly couldn’t tell. “Well you could’ve fooled me.” Lin smiles and says “Oh good, I am very self conscious that someone can tell.” “Tell me, do all of you wear them? I heard it was company policy.” “We are supposed to..” she leans in again. “But a few of our crew refuses to wear them.” “Oh my. Such rebels. Tell me who doesn’t wear them.” “Well neither of the Americans of course, too proud. Then her (she points as one of the Asians walks by) and the redhead said she’d never do it.” “But the rest of you are good girls and do what you’re told.” She gives a confused smile like she can’t tell if that was a compliment or an insult.. “Um yes. We follow the guidance.” “Ok, so tell me this. Do any of you actually use them?” She blushes but answers “Yes sir, these flights are far too long for us to hold our urine for the duration of the flight.” “True. So you pee in your diaper and then go change it?” “Not right away, we finish whatever we are doing and then go change them.” “Why?” “Why what sir?” “Why bother changing them? If you still have hours of travel left you will just end up using the clean one. Seems wasteful.” “Uh oh well, we don’t want to walk around in a wet diaper..” “Oh? Why not? It seems like it would be kinda warm so why change?” “Well they are warm Sir, but that isn’t sanitary. We would get a rash from being wet.” “Oh? I didn’t realize. Babies don’t get rashes just from a little wetness in their diapers.” “Because babies don’t have..” her blush intensifies.. “Hair down there.” “Oh! So you ladies all have lots of hair that holds the pee?” “Well not lots but.. I mean I have some, but.” “Here, trace the outline of where your hair is on your skirt.” She takes her finger and draws a rectangle on the front of her skirt. “That’s a large patch you have there. So how about I fix your problem for you. Would you like me to make it to where you don’t have to worry about a rash?” “Yes sir? I don’t want a rash.” She answers confused.. “Ok. Go get all the staff together for me and I’ll address this issue with all of you.” Ten minutes later I’m standing in the spacious galley area of the plane with all 8 attendants. “Ladies, Lin tells me that most of you won’t wear the diapers that the airline instructed you to wear.” They all start looking at each other the ones diapered blush since they are wearing them and the others look insulted that I’m discussing it. “She tells me that you that do wear them, use them and then change them as soon as possible.” The four diapered FAs all nod. “You, you’re diapered; tell me why you change yours so fast instead of just using the same one the entire flight.” The shy little FA replies “Because I’m afraid it would leak. I would be so embarrassed if I leaked pee into my hose Sir.” “Oh. Lin says she’s worried about getting a rash as well.” The three nod. “I told Lin I would help you all with your diaper issue so let’s see... So we need a way to not get a rash and we need more absorbent diapers so they don’t leak... hmmm... Ok. Let’s do this; I’ll start with the rash.. “*gasp*” the four look down at their skirts and blush. “What?” The blonde American says to them. None of them reply. “I took care of their rash issue.... No hair, no wetness left behind.” “You what?” The undiapered Asian says with shock. “I made their pubic hair go away. They are all completely smooth and always will be. It’s ok girls, take a look or feel.” Lin slips her hand down the front of her skirt and hers eyes widen when she feels nothing but silky smooth skin from her panty line to her labia. “I’m bald!” She practically shouts “It’s ok, all four of you are.” I tell her. “How did you do that?” The Hispanic FA asks. “Let’s just call it “magic” and call it a day?” I reply. “Now, about your leaking issue... There, fixed it.” Another round of gasps by the four women as their Always Discreet underwear morph into real baby style diapers in adult size complete with childish prints, colors, and tapes. “Those will work much better. No more stepping into a light use pull-up that might lead to an embarrassing leak; now you can pee the entire flight in one diaper. Think of the time you’ll save.” “But how do we change these? We’d have to have more room to get them taped?” Lin says “Oh, well each of you can help one another. Lin, don’t be so ungrateful. I’ve helped you all.” Lin looks embarrassed at being chastised, but continues. “Where are we supposed to change them? We just step inside the galley and slip off our other ones, these we will need to lay down or they will never fit right.” “Ok. Hang on..... there.” The 8 women look and see a changing table in adult size has appeared in the galley. “You know, something isn’t quite right here.” I say looking at their uniform skirts stretched by the diapers... “Let’s adjust your skirts a bit to get a better fit.” All 8 women see their semi fitted below the knee length skirt change into a pleated navy skirt that rests just above the knees on the 4 “rebels” while the puffy diapers cause the 4 diapered women’s skirts to stop mid thigh. “There. Now no one will see your diapers unless you bend over too far.” The four diapered women look at their skirts and then look at the undiapered group. “But they will be able to tell we’re diapered since ours are shorter from the bulk.” Gia says. “Ah, you know let’s address this refusing to follow the rules issue; ladies... Where are your diapers?” Until next time....

We asked for it… (A Tantreem Tale) Chapter 1: Time to Celebrate Ashlee and Charlotte sat on their loveseat nervously looking into each other’s eyes. They are both dressed to impress in “club wear” as they plan on celebrating as soon as their guest leaves. They’ve been together for almost a year and as much as they have explored and “spiced” up their relationship, tonight is a huge step for them. “Feeling sexy baby?” Charlotte says with a giggle. “Maybe the plug is too much?” Ashlee says shifting in her seat, the feeling of the medium size princess plug giving her enough pressure (and pleasure) to cause her sex to spasm. “Maybe I better go take it out.” She says standing to her feet just as a the entry door buzzer alerts them that their guest has arrived. “Too late now baby.” Charlotte says laughing. Ashlee gives her girlfriend a little smirk and then laughs saying “Well honey.. Here we go!” They both quickly down their glasses of red wine just as their doorbell rings at their downtown condo. “It’s open!” Ashlee says having unlocked the door after buzzing their guest in downstairs. The door opens and both women stand to greet Margaret Silver, the premier “Nanny” in the ABDL scene in the area. She’s exactly as you’d envision. Tall, buxom, beautiful, with raven black hair and piercing green eyes. She’s wearing a 50’s throw back style dress that accentuates her curves, shows her cleavage and gives her a very “sexy momma” look. They offer her a glass of wine and the three ladies take their seats. “We’re excited to get to speak with you about this.” Charlotte begins and then goes into great detail explaining how Ashlee and her met, fell in love and how they both heard about the “scene” and started to explore the fetish online and a little bit of playing around with one another at home. Charlotte suddenly realizes she’s prattling on like a nervous school girl and then blushes refilling her own glass to break the awkward silence. Margaret smiles and then takes a file out of her large black tote and begins reading: “Charlotte, 24 years old, works as a manager in the local hospital, you say that your “play age” is 1 year old?” “Yes ma’am… I uh. I like the simplicity of that age.” “Good answer.” She says looking the pretty woman over. “Ashlee, you are 23 and work as a police officer. Your play age is 3.” “Yes. I don’t do the diaper thing, more of a “little” than an AB.” “We can work with that.” Margaret says closing the file. “Now girls. I am not some cheesy online mistress. When you agree to be in my care you *will* follow the rules, you will be exactly the *girls* that I direct you to be.” She glances at the dress Ashlee is wearing and raises a brow. “I noted that you two would like to be treated as children but you also get some sexual satisfaction out of this and want to be guaranteed “adult time” too.” “Yes Margaret.” The both say together. “Well for starters I think we should at least establish that we are NOT equals girls. You will not refer to your nanny by her first name. Understood?” “Yes ma’am.” They both reply “Better. Now. It looks as if everything is settled. I will move in here and will take you both under my charge as your Nanny and you will both be your “play age” with exception of when you are at work or when there is an agreed “Big Girl” time.” “That sounds great!” Ashlee gasps grabbing her lover’s hand. “Not so fast ladies. Now I understand that you have your “play age” in your mind but I intend to start you both off at 4 years old. We can make adjustments as time goes by. You could be 8.”she says to Charlotte, “and you could end up an infant.” She says to Ashlee. “Your behavior will determine that. Do you both understand?” “Yes ma’am.” “Good. Now then, stand up.” Both women stand up before their Nanny. “I am sending you both on a cruise for the next two weeks so that I can get things settled here. I will interview your parents, close friends, etc to get an idea of who you both are so that I can make your time as my girls the most rewarding.” “Our.. parents?” Charlotte practically whispers “Don’t worry, they won’t know why I’m meeting them. I’m a professional.” “Now Charlotte, you are the biggest so we will start with you. Take off all of your clothes.” Charlotte blushes and doesn’t move. “What is the issue dear?” “Well.. it’s just sudden…” she looks at Ashlee.. “And we thought we’d go out tonight to celebrate after…” “My child… I’m going to see you naked several times, this is no time to be shy. You are a baby and babies have no sense of modesty.” Margaret looks at her watch and then raises an eyebrow and glances towards the door. “Girls… We can do this my way, or no way at all.” She says standing and approaching Charlotte. “If you girls want to go out tonight to celebrate your new freedom under my care then I would suggest we actually agree that I’m taking you two on. If not then there is nothing to celebrate and you two can go back to wearing “cute” cotton panties pretending you are a *real* age player but really just posers.” “Please don’t go.” Charlotte stutters and then reaches for her zipper. Margaret softly slaps her hand away and then unzips her dress and lets it slip down her shoulders to the floor. She is wearing a sexy bra and panty set along with her heels. “My my. You are quite the woman aren’t you.” Margaret says as she slips off Charlotte’s bra revealing her firm breasts capped with silver dollar areola and stiff nipples. She then slides her panties down revealing a trim landing strip of light blonde hair. She has her steps out of her heels and Charlotte blushes again being the only naked woman in the room. Margaret instructs Ashlee to take the clothing and put them in the master bedroom. She then motions Charlotte closer. “What is this?” “M.. My pubic hair?” “So it is. We will discuss this later.” Ashlee enters the room and now it is her turn to “expose the goods” Ashlee is a couple inches shorter than Charlotte but her athletic frame is gorgeous. Natural C cups and toned abs and legs. Unlike her girlfriend, her sex is already bare. “Now this is more like it.” Margaret says reaching out and tapping the bare mound. “So tell me girls, who is the more dominant between the two of you?” Both women look at each other then back at Margaret. “One is ALWAYS the more dominant. You may not think about it, but one of you is the alpha of your relationship. It might be something small, such as.” She looks at Charlotte’s pubic mound “your hair down here. Your partner, whom we have established has the older “little” age is bare. Did she want it shaved or did you ask her to do it for you?” “Sh.. she asked me to remove it.” Ashlee offers. “There we go. So you used to have hair but your lover said to remove it and you did what you were told.” “I didn’t make her do it.” “Ashlee, did you want to have a bare slit or did you do it as instructed?” Ashlee looks at her girlfriend and then looks down at her bare sex.. “I kinda liked having some hair here.” She says tracing a small line from her labia “at least just a little.” “And now we have the truth. That wasn’t so hard now was it?” Margaret says with a smile. “Now Charlotte, as the dominant partner to this point I feel like we need to reverse that role from now on. Ashlee will be your big sister and you will be her little charge understood?” Margaret notes that there is a slight smile on Ashlee’s face at the announcement that she is the “big girl” in the relationship now. “Do you like that Ashlee? Like the idea that even though you are the smaller woman, you get to be the bigger girl?” Ashlee smiles and nods her head to the affirmative. “Very good. I think you will be a great big sister.” Margaret stands and refills both women’s glasses and tells them to go get their “best” little wear so that they can get started. As the women leave the room she takes two sets of vials out of her pocket and quickly pours them in the wine glasses… More to Come…

Millie stood alone at a poorly lit bus stop near the school she attended classes in. It was a late hour, most of the people who would be out and about right now were at home, comfy in their beds, or snuggled up to their loved ones watching netflix, with a few lucky ones doing other activities with their loved ones. Some were in clubs and bars, dancing or drinking the night into morning. Then there were the people like Millie, standing at a bus stop deep into the late hours of the night. Some of these standers were just waiting to get home from a long grinding day, others on their way to begin their day, and then their those like Millie. She had stayed late because one of her professors asked for help. She had not expected the project he needed help with was to see one of his best students naked, and then to stick his penis into her. Her curly red hair, the emerald green a-line dress, both showed some of the signs of her resistance. Her wool gray coat hid the rips to the dress, while also protecting her from the cold of the night. She didn't need to wait here, she was a gifted student, and could just as easily blink to her apartment, something she would of done any other night, but tonight, the young woman was afraid of a trace, or an intercept. She brushed one of her curls out of her face, which drew her attention to the crack in her glasses. She took the round glasses off, the silver frames were in good condition, which would make it hard to believe that they had been in her family for nearly 100 years. Her grandfather had worn them when he studied the hidden world of Japan, the first western magician to do so, with an invitation at least. The frames had absorbed some of the ghost magic of those regions, and had become valuable to Millie's family. The problem with them was that you needed to actually need glasses in order for them to work, which lead Millie to being a master of "life" as they liked to call the discipline, but was forced to keep the crappy eyes she was born with. The young woman popped the lens out of the frame, and held it up to the moon, then uttered a few short syllables, not words per say, but sounds that had been discovered the resonated with magical energies, and called forth the energies she then shaped with a few well practiced hand motions. The crack in the round lens was gone, and soon the glasses were all one piece, and returned to her freckled face, providing a thin glass barrier between her steel blue eyes and the world around her. The ghost sight, as her ancestor had called it, did not reveal ghosts as one might expect, instead it tapped into a realm in which the near future, present, and past, all blended, and with a skilled, and honed mind, someone who was always tapped into that realm could move forward and backward in brief snippets. That is what had saved her from her professor, he had successful fired his memory charm, but he had not accounted for the fact that Millie's mind, thanks to her glasses, was not completely in the present, but split between the present past and future. The charm was quickly broken, and Millie performed a simple gesture that send the professor flying into his own wall. Millie left before the professor got up from that. Which led her to standing here, in the cold, her feet dry only by the grace of knee high leather boots, and a ruined dress. What annoyed her most was that she had realized 10 minutes ago that their would be no more buses tonight, but she also realized that it didn't matter because she had no idea how to get from a back water town in Maine, to her home outside Boston with the public transit system anyways. That was the problem with magic, Millie decided. You get so used to the conveniences of it, that you forget how to function. She wished she could be like the blind, the normal people who never uttered their first chime, magic word, whatever you wanted to call it. She could've been one of those people, but she had to be born to a long line of magicians, ones that could point at legends and make a reasonable claim that that legend was about one of their ancestors. Nope, she didn't get to be a normal person. She never had a chance. With a sigh, Millie finally resigned herself to a quick blink. It was unlikely anyone was to follow her anyways, most magicians avoided shadow and phase magic at all costs. They were too new, and were not even a product of magical study, but a mistake made by blind scientists who had no idea what they were tapping into with their quantum physical studies. The Shadow in particular, a bad name for the practice of shifting gravitational forces in ways current science could not understand, to create spaces within spaces, was dangerous to most minds. It was Millie's ghost sight training that gave her the ability to maintain her sanity there. Of course, blinking was not shadow magic, just simple phase magic, a dimensional jaunt where she picked a point in another reality of this earth, one as close to the one she was in now, but her current location in that world would be her apartment, then it was like plucking a rubber band, pull the other reality into this one for just a moment, let it snap back, and then she just lets go before crosses over, and when things normalize, she is standing in her apartments living room. Sure sometimes she brings a gremlin, or a weird other-dimensional thing with her, but they rarely last more than a few minutes out of phase with their own reality. She took her coat off, and tossed it onto the couch in her living room, the lights detecting her movement and slowly turning themselves on. That was not a trick of magic, just simple technology. The same technology that turned her music on, turned her tea kettle on, and started reading the news headlines to her, all as she stripped her dress off, boots off, leggings off, and shook her hair out of its messy pony tail. In just a plain white bra, and equally plain white panties, she walked into her kitchen, her back marked with tattoos of a geometric shape, in which all the designs linked back to what looked like an Escher design tattooed into the small of her back. The tattoo itself was extremely colorful, and seemed to gradually shift, colors, shape, even position. In truth, it was always shifting because it was Millie's anchor into this reality, a complex magical structure she applied to herself allowing her to travel in and out of this reality, and not lose herself, nor lose the way back home. It was what got her into the school she currently attends. The Danford Academy of the Magical Sciences was one of the best places to study and perfect magic in the world. It was also one of the most dangerous places in the world, due to the whole learn by doing mentality the school took. This night was probably her last night there. Even though defending herself was justified, the spell she used was probably a mistake. If the professor even woke up from it, his mind would be schismed across multiple pocket dimensions that Millie had created on the fly. It wasn't that he didn't deserve that, but that the nature of the spell could of had serious repercussions, one of which being a collapse of reality in the area, or has physicists like to call it, a thermonuclear event. To be fair, Millie would be lucky if they just expelled her. The woman just poured herself a cup of tea from the kettle, and walked over to her glass kitchen table, her feet squishing into the thick, soft, wet carpet. Of course, her carpet was not supposed to be wet, but it still took her a moment to realize that something was off, and once she did, she realized her legs, and her panties were also wet. "Damn it, fucking bleedthrough," she muttered to herself, writing off the problem. In her mind, it was obvious, she flew to close to herself in another reality, and the two were bleeding through. Other reality Millie had just gone to the bathroom, and so this reality Millie peed her panties. Annoyed, Millie cast a small spell that wiped out the other Millie's bodily control, and than sealed her reality away, to prevent bleedthrough from continuing. *************************************** "Mills!," Christa shouted, seeing her red headed friend come out of the bathroom, then waved for Millie to come over to her. Christa was out hunting tonight, and the short hemline, and deep plunging neckline of her dress broadcasted that fact far and wide, although despite the blonde blue eyes, skinny body, and hooker dress, Christa was just striking out. Part of the problem was that the skinny body was not result of diet, but of intense exercise and personal fitness, and it turns out guys get turned off by girls with more visible muscle tone than they possess themselves. To Millie's credit, she was similarly built and toned, although she naturally carried her body fat in such away that she would never achieve those washboard abs, or perfect thighs, not without reducing the fat in her body into unhealthy extremes. "Any luck?" Millie said, plopping her purse on the table, pushing away the drink she had ordered before she left for the bathroom. She'd have to get another one now. "None at all," Christa replied, a little defeat in her eyes. "Maybe challenging them to an arm wrestling competition is the wrong approach?" she added, laughing at her own joke as she finished saying it. "Maybe tell them you are gymnast? That makes the guys jump after the girls in movies?" Millie said, a mirthful little smile on her freckled face. "By the time they figure out you are a champion Kung Fu master, it will be to late!" Christa gave her friend a sharp look, "Its Taakwondo, and you know that miss green belt." "Karata, kung fu... tomato tomato..." Millie continued on, still smiling, "I need to get a new drink Daniel-san, I will be right back." Millie grabbed her purse, and walked towards the bar before Christa could come up with a good comeback. Once Millie got the bar, she risked a glance back to Christa, who was staring daggers her direction. Millie just giggled, and told the bartender, "Sprite please, in a tumbler." "Trying to convince your friend you are drinking?" the bartender asked. "No, trying to convince these idiots," Millie responded, gesturing to the men in the bar, "That I am so that they will come hit on me and I can redirect them to my friend." "How is that working out for you?" the bartender said, filling the tumbler with sprite. "About as well as you would expect a sitcom set up to work in reality," Millie said, flashing the bartender a smile, and putting a ten dollar bill on the counter, before walking back to Christa, "Got a come back yet?" "Shut up," Christa said, then started to laugh, her blue eyes lighting up with mirth. Millie soon caved in and started laughing herself. "Ok, I am driving," Millie said, as Christa stumbled out of the bar, "Where are your keys?" Millie asked, as she searched through her friends purse. "Psh, you are as drunk as me," Christa said, "More drunk! I havn't pissed me pants yet!" she continued on, pointing to the growing puddle under Millie. Millie had felt herself start peeing, but she was far more concerned with something else that was happening in that moment, and she was very happy, and unhappy, that she had worn bicycle shorts under her dress. At least the mess was contained. She tried to stop it, pinch it off, but the more she tried, the more it seemed to push its way out, and when the smell finally hit Christa, Millie was already in tears. "Did you just..." Christa started to ask, and Millie just nodded. "It just... I don't know... I had nothing but sprite," Millie answered, now doing a waddle walk towards Christa's car, trying not to spread the mess around more. Christa sighed and tried to comfort her friend, "Maybe someone managed to slip something in your drink? There are a lot of weird fucks out there that would like to torture women? Did you ever lose track of one of your drinks?" Millie shook her head as they got to the Jeep that Christa drove around everywhere, despite complaining about its gas mileage, "Just the one from when I went to the bathroom, and I didn't touch that one." Christa shrugged, "Maybe just bad food then," then opened her side door, and pulled a towel out of the back of the jeep, tossing it to Millie, "Come on, put that down, and drive us home, we can get you cleaned up and some pepto, I am probably to drunk to remember this tomorrow, so shiny, right?" "You're not that drunk," Millie said, realizing that once she sits down, the mess is going to get a lot worse. "But thanks for the sentiment." Christa just nodded and climbed into the Jeep.

In the province of Marus on the continent of Malek the day of the fiery ascension drew closer. The village of Sahit was in full swing of preparation while Haruha was sitting in her nest and looking down the mountain. She was worried since her age was slowly catching up to her. The phoenix looked up to the sky with her almost black eyes that looked like coals that slowly glimmered with the rest of once bright fire. She knew her lifespan was coming to an end and her watch over this province was also ending with her life. She had lived a long life far longer than most beings. This would be the twenty-seven thousand ceremony she would watch and three days after that her death would occur. Like all beings blessed bye the gods the phoenixes as well as dragons knew the day, they would die from the day they were born. Her gaze turned back to the city and her simple mind wished to protect these beings even longer. She was still a beast even tough her long life gave her extraordinary intelligence and abilities. Never had she talked to these beings or had felt them touching her. She stayed only as the protector of this province but stayed away without any social contacts. It never had bothered her that she never had any social interactions since the day she hatched and she knew her successor would be the same but now she wondered if this was really how it was meant to be. Maybe she should have interacted with these humans and have people she cared about. She sighed as she spread her old wings and flew of her nest to hunt for food. Every day flying became harder and she wished back her youth to soar back into the highest highs of the heaven. She had always taken it for granted but now she could hardly fly back up the mountain. Her flames of course kept her safe but even those started to die down as seen bye her eyes that lost there once fiery gold color and now only glimmered in black husks. Haruha sighed again after eating the fish she caught and then flew back to her nest to rest. Miranda was running towards the mountain and the nest of the guardian deity. Her mother was sick and she needed the tears of the deity to save her life. Approaching the deity, she knelt down and started praying. Haruha looked up and sighed again. She could help this girl but that would end her life now since her tears tied directly to her lifespan but at least she would be able to help once more. The mythical creature dragged her body towards the girl ad the flask she had put down and squeezed a tear out of her eyes with fell into the flask. The golden liquid shone brightly as Haruha turned around and went back towards her nest. The girl said words and went away but Haruha did not listen anymore. Her vision became blurry as she looked into the sky wishing she could be back up there. “Malek I did all my work please grant me pea- happiness “she thought as she closed her eyes for the last time. Right in that moment a bright light exploded around her but the warmth of her flames did not follow. She felt her body fall and opened her eyes in shock as she crashed into a body of water and started to struggle expecting her feathers to soak full of water but her wings did not work as the paddles they should. Her legs felt longer and her entire body heavier than it should. She opened her mouth to cry out and summon her flames but the water rushed into her lungs as she lost consciousness. Lucy was sitting on the picnic blanket while watching the park and her husband Mark swimming in the lake. She waved at him while he waved at him. It hat been months since they had finally time off together and he decided to sweep her out of the house and bring her to this lake. She almost could not believe his childlike glee at having the opportunity to swim again. The Spring air was warm and Lucy was happy for once. She did not have any idiot screaming at her trough the phone because they could not figure out how to get the contracts closed. Mark also seemed quite relaxed since he finally had no more deadlines. She was happy for him that he finally managed to achieve his dream. She had supported him for the last four years but the book he wrote finally hit off. He finally made more then enough money to live of off and both actually planned to retire early. Since his book brought in enough money for them to live off of, she could become a house wife. Lucy smiled gleefully thinking about waking up and cleaning the house and making food for her husband. She had never been the career person but always wished to be a housewife. The twenty-nine-year-old woman stretched her body to get more comfortable as she turned looked back down on her book. Her grey eyes and black hair made her stand out especially with her slender body that was well proportionate. Mark slowly swam out of the water and came over to her “so how is it going?” he asked while letting himself fall back down next to her. Lucy smiled as she said “the prince just now kissed the princesses”. “Weird you’re reading a mystery novel but okay” mark said and gave her a kiss while playing with her shoulder long hair. She giggled like a high schooler as she looked into his deep hazel eyes and his light blond hair. “So, what do we do now princess?” he asked ignoring the stares of Lucy that was checking out his toned body. “what its not like you haven’t seen me naked before” he teased. “Well, this has another kind of flavor to it” Lucy said blushing red. “Oh, wow I’m only a tool for you to look at. The tragedy. Oh no my poor poor life” Mark said while dramatically leaning back and holding his forehead with the backside of his right hand with made both of them burst into laughter. “You’re an idiot” Lucy said as she smacked him with the book. “Yes, but I am YOUR idiot so your stuck with me” Mark said grabbing her arms and planting a kiss on the lips. Lucy pushed him back “not in public. “She chastised him as he just nodded with his cheshire grin. She could see some other adults look at them and shake their heads while littles and children ran around. She blushed even more and pushed Mark away. “You do know blushing like that makes me want to do more stuff to you?” he teased whispering. “stop now its embarrassing” she said now slightly angry and as always, he felt her shifting emotion and backed off. He always teased her but never too far and she loved him for that as well. She just wanted to say something as suddenly the sun disappeared and a bright flash happened. Looking towards the lake she saw a little girl plummet out of the air and crash into the water. Lucy jumped up but Mark was already hallway to the water and jumped inside. She ran after him while she could se other adults ran forwards. “It’s a little. Come on let’s get her out” said one “I saw her first” another woman screeched as her husband also jumped into the water. “Robert you better get her “she yelled over the crowd. Lucy just pushed the woman aside and ran to the shore and took of her shirt. If the girl was out of the water, she would be cold. She waited as she saw Mark dive down. Swimming deeper he caught a glimpse of her and grabbed her bye the arm and pulled her towards him. The girl did not breath anymore and he hugged her closer to his chest as he started swimming back up. Breaching the water, he saw a man swim towards him “I got her” he coughed as the man grabbed towards the little and Mark kicking water grabbed the man’s hand and said “I told you I got her.” Kicking off the chest of the man he started swimming to shore. Halfway back to shore he saw a police car and a hospital car driving onto the lake grounds. He sighed a breath of relieve as he finally came to the shore and Lucy walked towards him and covered the little in her shirt. She looked at the girl’s blonde hair and her malnourished body as heart broke. “mark…can we keep her?” she asked looking at her husband who was shocked. Lucy never wanted children or littles before but now she wanted to keep this little? Well, they certainly had the financial situation for it. Before he could answer however a police officer said “sir, Ma’am you can’t just adopt an accidental little please hand her over to the doctors so we may make sure she is well taken care off. If you wish to adopt her please get in contact with the LPS and follow the right procedure". Lucy reluctantly handed the girl over to the doctor who immediately started to help the girl to get the water out of her lungs. Once she stated vomiting water and breathing on her own the girl’s eyes shot open and she stood up. Lucy seeing the girls bright yellow eyes almost went weak in her knees. She was so adorable. Haruha looked around and towards her own body. Her Wings looked like the hands of Humans and she had lost all her feathers. Her body now had the fur of these Humans. “where am I?” she said looking around even more confused. Did she shrink? Why was everyone here so big? She was not as big as Humans but her ten feet wingspan made her intimidating enough especial once she was on fire. She tried to stand up but a firm hand hold her down and the person in front of her said “don’t. We want to see how you are doing physically so how about you take a little nap?” Haruha frowned since she understood these Humans but apparently, they also understood her. She had become a human and her body felt different. It may be the wisest choice to let these Humans help her till she could figure out how to regain her powers or how to at least function in this body. She was sure this body would not be able to take live like her old one. She sat down and let them drive off. Lucy and Mark however packed everything together to drive to the next LPS center to discuss the possibility of the adoption of this accidental little.

? Matilda the Bear By Horatio Husky Commission for ArtMckinley Chapter I. Matilda inhaled deeply, closing her eyes as the night air of the forest filled her spirit lungs and nostrils with a sweet, damp scent. The leaves and branches crunched satisfyingly underneath her large foot paws as she walked along her usual midnight stroll, the bottom of her dress billowing beneath her but above the dew covered grass, keeping itself away from its moisture. The being had dressed herself in a maternal looking apron on top of her dress, resembling the image of a motherly caretaker from decades past. She always had a habit of taking a while to catch up to modern fashions, and enjoyed staying a little behind in the times. Her figure was still intimidating despite her motherly appearance, long brown hair, a towering height of well over seven feet, and as with most females bear spirits she bore heavy set breasts and large arms and legs. As a spirit, however, she wasn’t bothered by her appearance, and fully embraced her largeness with a positive personality. Not to mention, she had other worries than how she looked. Her concerns were with the locals and their relation to the forest, keeping sure that each stayed where they belonged and didn’t bother each other too much. That’s when the car with its brights on and music blaring decided to park by the side of the road bordering the forest, her ears perked up, and she followed the source of the noise. Goodness me! If this is Tom again getting home late and drunk his wife isn’t the only one that is going to have strong words with him, she thought to herself annoyedly, remembering how one of the locals had a bad habit of drinking and driving, and how on multiple occasions she had to nurse him back to health herself. The distinct smell of booze was in the air as she approached, her sensitive nostrils picking up a few other choice scents as she drew closer. Are those teenagers out again sleeping with each other away from their parents? Goodness me the youth today truly are shameless! At last she stood next to the car by the passenger side window, she leaned over and peeked inside. Much to her horror, the scene before her was uglier than any she had seen before. Covered in sweat and runny make-up a girl who looked to be in her early twenties lay in the driver’s seat, her breath reeking of alcohol as she moaned to herself loudly, her right hand stuck in the front of her pants working its way in and out of what Matilda presumed to be her unspeakables. Several black highlights were present in her dirty blonde hair, and she was clad in what was in Matilda’s opinion, “Scant, modern rags.” “What do you think you’re doing, young lady? Do you know what time it is? And goodness gracious, do you have any idea how naughty this behavior is! Drunk and touching yourself in the middle of the forest, tsk tsk. You do know that it's a school night and the squirrel kids have to be up bright and early to go to their nut-gathering classes! And don’t even get me started on the birds and worms!” The young woman started at first, turning to gaze at the forest spirit and narrowing her eyes, having difficulty focusing on her blacked out state. Suddenly comprehension dawned on her incapacitated state of mind, and she let out a yelp. “BEAR! PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP THERE’S A BEAR OUTSIDE MY WINDOW!” She fumbled with her keys to get them into the ignition, but Matilda was too quick for her. “You’re not going anywhere tonight young lady, you’re coming with me!” Before she realized what was happening, the bear had walked around the front of the car, opened the driver’s seat, and gently extricated the young lady from her car. Cradling her gently in her arms, she entered into a brisk walk back into the forest towards her home, the young lady blinking and trying to come to her senses while the world spun around her. “L-let me go! I don’t want to be eaten! W-why are you talking anyway… What are you… You’re a bear!” The young woman’s words slurred, which only added to Matilda’s disapproval, “Your behavior is absolutely inappropriate, young lady, a fine thing such as yourself has so much more potential in this world. Ladies like you should be in school learning to make the world a better place, not ravaging through drink and self-indulgence! And if not school you should be finding yourself a husband or wife! This really doesn’t suit you.” The young woman was now utterly confused. Why is this bear talking to me like she’s my mom? Did somebody slip something into my drink and now I’m hallucinating? Before long the party of two had arrived at Matilda’s cottage, a humble looking abode with smoke coming out of a chimney in the back and a comfortable looking porch in the front. “Let’s get you cleaned up now and perhaps something warm in your stomach, if it can handle it. How does that sound, kitten?” ‘Kitten’ blinked her eyes, unable to believe what she was seeing. The inside of the cottage looked nothing like she expected it too. They hadn’t entered a one room building like she expected, but they were now standing in the front hallway of what looked to be quite a large house. As her blurry vision cleared slightly, she saw a staircase leading up to a second floor, and several rooms connecting to each other on the first floor including a kitchen, living room, and what she presumed to be a dining room. “How… What… Wh-” “Hush now dearest, we need to get you cleaned up and in your crib! It’s way past your bed-time.” The young lady was now utterly confused, and almost completely convinced that what she was experiencing was either a hallucination or a drunkenly induced dream. “I’m never drinking again…” she muttered to herself, rather unconvincingly. “Well that’s a start at least! There’s plenty of other things I’ll be training out of you, but that's the one that’s definitely near the top of the list!” After wiping her foot-paws on the rug near the front of the door and locking the door behind her, the bear carried her charge up the stairs of her home and turned a corner, leading them into a white, spacious bathroom. Patterns of smiling ducks, sailors, and beach animals decorated the walls, and a large bathtub in the corner decorated the interior of the bathroom space. Before she had time to marvel at how clean and pristine the bear kept the place looking, Kitten found the bear was now tugging at her clothing, stripping her down naked. “What are you doing!? D-don’t take my clothes off!” The bear stopped for a moment, a patient expression on her muzzle as she set the girl down on the counter. Adopting a chiding tone, she explained, “Now now little one, I can’t get you cleaned up if you’re still wearing all this icky clothing! Not to mention they’re not fit for somebody as pretty as you. Be good now!” She shook her head, still protesting, “Stop touching my clothes you stupid bitch, I told you I didn’t want your help!” Suddenly the world shifted and turned almost upside down. Before she knew it, she was lying stomach down in the bear’s lap. “What are you- OWW!” Whap! went Matilda’s paw as she spanked her charge’s now exposed behind. She cried out, much to her own surprise as tears poured down her cheeks. Matilda tutted under her breath and continued to rhythmically deliver punishment onto her kitten’s behind. “Now look what I have to do, I don’t like giving spankings but you have simply given me no choice. I bet your mother would not approve of the potty mouth that you have developed either!” At this point the girl was now sobbing, snot coming out of her nostrils as the tears further smudged her already spread make-up. Matilda’s ears perked up, as she heard the human mutter and babble out what sounded like a pitiful apology. She quirked an eyebrow, and paused a little longer before she delivered the next smack on the quickly reddening cheeks of her charge. Well that was quick… She seems to be pretty malleable in this state… Hmm… Perhaps…? Speaking in a clear voice, she paused after her 19th spank and addressed the pitiful looking girl in her lap in an authoritative tone. “Now then, are you going to be speaking like that to Mama Bear ever again? Or do I have to show you more of what girls with potty mouths get?” Practically blubbering, the young woman shook her head and managed to stammer out, “N-no… I’m not going to s-speak like that to you again… P-promise!” She spoke, her words intermixed with hiccups and shaking sobs. Matilda realized that she was barely lucid as she lay completely still and limp in her lap, unable to resist the punishment that she had been delivering on her bare behind. She continued, maintaining the same dominating tone of voice as she further chastised, “I thought so! Drinking and touching yourself and staying out late at night, not to mention driving under the influence! You’ve been a very, very naughty girl and you’re going to get even more spanking if you keep this up! You’re lucky I’m letting you off tonight because you’re tired and probably are in great need of a bath and a good night’s sleep! Are you going to behave for me while I clean you up, young lady?” Nodding emphatically, the girl continued to sob and pant in Matilda’s lap. Matilda gently lifted her charge up and laid her head against her shoulder, standing up and supporting her underneath her bottom as she did so. “Now then, let’s get you cleaned up shall we?” Gently carrying her over to the bathtub she deposited her inside, turning the water on and tugging off the young woman’s shirt, the last of the clothing that she had been wearing. “Now, what should we call you?” Matilda mused to herself out loud, as she turned on the warm water and adjusted the girl’s body into a rough sitting position, pouring some shampoo into the water as it began to rise up around her legs. “Hmm… I think Annie would suit you quite nicely, don’t you think so dear?” Annie’s eyes fluttered in response, and she groaned softly, her brow furrowing in a contorted, pained expression. A second trickle sounded in the air, and Matilda quickly realized that her blacked out charge was now adding her own urine to the bathwater. “Goodness me! It’s a good thing we got you in the bath before you soiled yourself! We’re going to have to do something about that if you’re going to be sleeping on my bed sheets! Now, I should still have the nursery set up.” Turning off the faucets she drained the bath before turning on the hot water once more. Retrieving a large rag she dipped it into the steaming water and started to gently wash the girl’s body, holding her various limbs and taking great care that her washing felt soft and gentle. The bear began to hum a tune under her breath as she worked away, speaking softly and cooing over Annie as she washed the make-up from her face and dabbed at her sensitive bits, ensuring that she was clean from top to bottom. “That should do it, all squeaky clean! Let’s get you dried then.” She turned off the water and pulled the plug, letting the bathwater and soap suds swirl away as she picked Annie up and out of the tub, laying her down on a towel she had spread on the bathroom floor. Annie could barely comprehend what was happening to her as Matilda ruffled her short, tomboyish hair in a towel and wrapped her up in the one she was laying on. Satisfied that she was dry, the bear scooped her up, still wrapped in the towel and carried her out of the bathroom. Walking down the hallway she took a left before she entered a room that Annie thought must have been a figment of her imagination. It looked like a regular nursery, except every piece of furniture, toys, and even the diapers beneath the changing table seemed to be oversized. Annie blinked twice, her vision still blurry, and a singular thought bubbled up to the surface of her drunken mind, “I crashed my car, hit my head, and now I’m seeing things…”

Elizabeth's Behavioral Modifications (Rewrite) Edited and Updated 11-18 Chapters 1-4 https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/326758372-elizabeths-behavioral-modification Plea For Help Greetings, I am Dr. Anna Christenson; I want to introduce myself and my finding on you to the Board and my Peers regarding the revolutionary behavioral modification program my team, and I have developed for unruly Individuals who tend to misbehave. We begin with our most recent case study. The patient was presented to us by her so loving husband, who contacted us on her behalf regarding her poor behavior. He described her behavior as an out-of-control teenager with the mouth of a sailor. I explained to Ryan that our behavioral Program is considered experimental at best as we are still collecting long-term data, and we couldn't charge him for services. Ryan understood these conditions and asked if we could set an appointment to discuss this further. I was initially hesitant, but something in his voice sounded desperate. I agreed and got his contact information for our intake coordinator to contact him with the pre-physiological questionnaire. Good Morning; I see everyone has gotten their coffee and treats. Let's discuss our caseloads and possibly new candidates. Let's start with a quick update on patients; Alisson's responded after looking at her notes. Adma is doing great with his continued hormone the virtual environment therapy sessions; Greg and Sarah have been transitioned to the daycare program while their caregiver is at work with private one-on-one sessions with you, Dr. Christenson. Melissa, how are you coming along with the maintenance dosages for behavior control? Making excellent progress, Dr. Christenson. I'll have a new formula ready for clinical trials by next week, which should prove more robust and resilient. Ok, on to new business. In your folders, I present you with a 26-year-old female who shows signs of verbal abuse towards others while acting immaturely. Her husband has hired four life coaches to date. The first three quit, and the other was put into the hospital. The patient threw a vase at her. Her husband also says she has a mouth of a sailor. Please Let me hear your opinions. Can we help this young lady learn to act appropriately? Dr. Greg smirks; it sounds like she needs a good spanking and a bar of soap in her mouth for that kind of language; nurse Heart says, we all know you'd enjoy that way too much, Doctor, but I think she will be a good fit for phase three trials. After a few more comments, everyone agreed they had their next candidate, willing or unwilling. Alison, will you contact Ryan and set up an appointment for the first available in my calendar? Yes, Doctor. I'll make the call and get everything in motion for her. Good Moring, is this Ryan? Dr. Christenson asked to call you to make arrangements for you and Elizabeth to come into our office for an intake appointment this coming Monday at 7 am if that could work for you. Please, pack Elizabeth a bag of clothes for her trip home. We'll have you done here in about 2 hours. We are sorry to admit that you must wait about an hour Before meeting the Doctor. This is entirely for Elizabeth's benefit, though. Ryan and Elizabeth arrived at the clinic with the ruse of them participating in marriage counseling. Ryan and Elizabeth buzzed into the waiting room, where the receptionist had already set out some breakfast pastries and drinks. Elizabeth jumped at the opportunity for free food and proceeded to have several cups of expensive coffee and pastries. Ryan just sipped a cup of coffee while reading an article on his phone. Elizabeth whined to Ryan that she forgot to charge her phone and was about to die and he should let her use his work phone to play games on. After an hour of waiting, Elizabeth was bored, and her whining turned into insults and profanity about Ryan being inconsiderate for not letting her have a new phone. Elizabeth demanded that the receptionist get off her lazy ass and get the Shrink so they could get this over with. The receptionist typed into her computer, "The Patient is ready. "Exactly 5 minutes later, Heart walks into the waiting area and Says," Good Morning; you must be Elizabeth and Ryan; please follow me to the therapy room. Nurse heart pulls out her access card and passes it in front of the card reader, unlocking the door to a hallway; as she escorts the couple down the hallway to a beautifully decorated office; The Doctor will be with you in a moment. I'll be back a bit when it's time for her physical exam. A moment later, A knock on the door; opens with a tall, slender woman entering who is wearing a lab coat. Good Morning you must be Ryan. It's a pleasure to meet you in person finally. I'm Dr. Anna Christensen, Head Psychologist, and you must be Elizabeth Ryan has told me so much about you and how much he loves and cares for you. Now Elizabeth and Ryan, what brings you into couples therapy? Elizabeth goes first, proclaiming her worthless husband will not provide for her and is neglecting her needs, thinking he should do more to help out at home once he gets home from work. After Elizabeth finished berating Ryan, I messaged The Nurse to come to get Elizabeth for her Physical so that Ryan and I could speak privately. A moment later, a knock on my door Nurse Heart entered the room with a clipboard telling Elizabeth it was her turn to take her vitals. After Elizabeth leaves the room, I ask Ryan what the real story is; Ryan begins with I am sorry for my wife's horrid behavior. As you can see, she has no respect for anyone and believes the world revolves around her. Elizabeth refused to work at home or find a paying job out in the town; as I told you on the phone, Elizabeth injured the last life coach I hired. She feels work is beneath her, so I am forced to come home, cook dinner, and do the housework before I get any free time. It is like living with a helpless child; I have to tell her to shower half the time because she smells horrible and is still wearing the same clothes from 3 days ago. I'm sorry, Doctor, for ranting like this, but I am desperate. Can you help us? I am so sorry, Ryan, that you have endured this, and why haven't you left Elizabeth? You have only been married for five short years. Ryan responds, stating he still deeply loves his wife and believes she can do better with some counseling. Ryan, this Program is an intensive program. We start with a five days inpatient program that will use medication and hypnosis to curve the destructive behaviors. At first, there might not be many new changes, but gradually over time, she will change and have those more desirable and appropriate behaviors. Now I do have to warn you that we have had some behavioral regression in this Program. The reversal does have the advantage that the patients are more docile and cooperative, and there have been cases of even infantile behaviors. Rayan Infantile behaviors! Like what? Well, Ryan, in all our cases, all the patients have regressed to the state of a small child. This state can last for as little as a few weeks while we work through her childhood traumas, so please don't be surprised if she has a few accidents. You did say you were taking care of a bratty child. How about a polite child? Ryan sat there listening to every detail, almost unsure how to respond. A moment later, Ryan calmly says, ok, but just one question, will I be washing her bedding more than the 2 or 3 times a week she is peeing in her bed? No, Ryan, we'll send her home with some appropriate nighttime attire for that issue. Ok, Ryan says what do I need to do to make this all happen? Nothing at all, Dr. Christensen says it began. My nurse or I will call to keep you updated on her progress this week, and you will take her home Friday on your way home from work. The Exam Meanwhile, Nurse Heart was getting Elizabeth's height and weight back in the clinic. While Elizabeth was taking her blood pressure, she began nervously shifting in her seat, asking the Nurse to hurry up because she needed to use the bathroom. Nurse Heart told her she would be done sooner if she could sit still to get an accurate reading. Elizabeth was dam near dancing in her seat when the Nurse took her blood pressure cuff off and then proceeded to have her put the thermometer in her mouth. Elizabeth was almost begging to be finished because she had to pee so badly. All done, the Nurse proclaimed. Elizabeth ran down the hall, trying to remember the direction that had come to find her way back to the bathroom. The nurse Heart followed, telling her they needed a urine sample. Still, it was too late as Elizabeth rounded the corner finding the bathroom just as she began losing control busting into the bathroom, ripped off her tight jeans, jerked her panties down in one motion, and sat on the toilet. While sitting in the bathroom, Elizabeth surveys her wet clothes to see how wet they are and convinces herself they'll be okay till she gets home in an hour. A moment later, there was a knock on the bathroom door. Nurse Heart asked Elizabeth are you alright? Is there anything you need? A few moments later, Elizabeth emerges from the bathroom and greets by the waiting Nurse Heart; Elizabeth, all done? May we finish with our tests before returning you to your husband? Elizabeth nods and" says yes, Nurse." Now let's get you down to the exam room so one of our fine resident doctors can do a quick physical on you to make sure you qualify for this Program. Elizabeth questions the Nurse what about Ryan? Oh, don't worry, Honey; Nurse Megan is taking excellent care of Ryan as he is having the same test down and some blood tests to check his testosterone levels, just in case. Hello, you must be Elizabeth; I'm Dr. Miller. I am here to give you a quick physical. Please take a seat at the exam table. The Doctor quickly checks her heart, asking her all the routine questions, asking when her last period was and if she has had recent issues with her bladder. Elizabeth answered that she had just finished her period and had no bladder issues since she was a teen. Dr. Milles asked her if he could do a quick OB exam. Elizabeth, now panicking, asked the Doctor if this was necessary. It's just marriage counseling. Dr miller responded yes; it is essential because there might be the need for medication to help her feel happier if the Dr orders it. We want to make sure there will be no unforeseen issues. Reluctantly Elizabeth lies back on the exam table, allowing the Doctor to remove her black sweatpants, revealing her white-soaked panties. Excuse me, Nurse, can you make a notation in her chart that our little patient has had an incontinence episode so that Dr. Christensen is aware of her minor issues? Elizabeth, did you have an accident? You just told me you don't have any bladder control issues. Did you lie to me? Trying to avoid making eye contact, Elizabeth said, "no, Dr, I'm a big girl only children pee their pants." You are correct, Elizabeth. Only children who can't control themselves wet their panties, the Doctor responds condescendingly. Nurse, can you get her some dry clothes and appropriate panties for her to wear, please? Yes, Dr, please excuse me. I'll be right back, Elizabeth; one last question has you got this year's flu shot? Elizabeth Answers no, Doctor, I have been too busy to make the time. Okay, thank you, Elizabeth. Would it be okay if I gave you your flu shot? You aren't scared of needles, are you? No, I'm not afraid I'm a big girl, and yes, you can give me whatever shots I need so that we get this dam appointment over soon. Okay, I understand, but language like that is inappropriate and will not be tolerated here, especially with Dr. Christensen. He disapproves of little girls using foul language like this. OH, I'm glad you're back, Nurse. I explained to our little patient that her potty mouth was not appreciated and not allowed in our offices. A moment later, Nurse Hearth returns with what appears to be a pair of sweatpants and a clean pair of panties for Elizabeth to wear, handing them to Dr. Miller while she walks over to the tall glass cabinet and retrieves three vials. Elizabeth is already lying on the exam table, and she instructed her to lift her legs up and then lift her butt so Dr. Miller can slide her pants on so they can see Ryan. Elizabeth hardly noticed as she was paying close attention to the Nurse's Heart, filling three syringes with clear liquids. Dr. Miller announces there all done. Elizabeth's attention snaps back to Dr mill just as he fishes, pulling up the sweatpants and what feels like some very bulky granny panties, not her bikini-cut panties. Elizabeth is confused as she begins to reach down her pant to feel her underwear just as the Nurse comes over to the exam table with the syringes in hand. Okay, Elizabeth, I have three-shot for you as Dr. Miller has requested, and you also agreed to know with these three shots, some of our patients might get a little sleepy, but it's okay and will pass quickly. Okay, here is the flu shot, your B12 shot, and lastly, some Ativan to help you calm down and help you act your appropriate age. Elizabeth begins to tense up as the user gives her shots, thinking how much she hates needles. As Elizabeth becomes very relaxed and begins nodding off, Nurse Heart steps out of the exam room and promptly returns with a wheelchair. The Nurse and the Doctor transfer her to the waiting wheelchair securing her with a butterfly harness. The Nurse comments to the Doctor, "I hope she can stay dry till Doctor Christensen is all ready for her" Therapy Hello, Doctor Miller. Is our little patient ready for her therapy session? Yes, Doctor, she is already wearing a pair of training pants because she already peed all over our guest bathroom earlier. Nurse Heart, can you please assist Doctor Miller with setting up treatment room 3 and go ahead and top off the diaper cart with some extra supplies for our little patient? Doctor Miller started her IV, so she is well hydrated. Nurse Heart, can you get her wired to EEG, EKG, and bladder pressure sensor? Nurse Heart, you perform a "DRE" Digital Rectal Exam on her, please? Doctor, It feels like she is slightly impacted. Would up like me to insert a suppository or give a micro enema now or wait, Dr. Christensen? No, we can work on that in our therapy session today. Okay, Doctor Karen, send her in! Start the dosing of Lysergic acid diethylamide -25 very light we want her to be open to new suggestions from the hypnosis script and let the drip go for 30 or 40 mins for that to take full effect. Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Honey, can you hear me? Yes. And do you know where you're at today? Yes, and where is that? At School. What are you doing at school today? Swinging. Are your panties still dry? Yes, teacher. Thank you, Elizabeth. Nurse Heart, can you note on her chart that she regresses to about a 5-year-old level with our initial induction? Okay, let's begin again, a little light up and the IVs. We want her to be more aware and responsive. Elizabeth, can you hear me? It's your teacher Mrs. Christensen. Yes, teacher, Elizabeth responds. Are you being a good Girl today? Yes, teacher, I am a good girl... That's right; you are a good girl! Do good girls say bad words? No teacher. That's right, Elizabeth, a good girl, uses nice words. What happens if you use naughty words? Elizabeth responds by shaking her head NO. Elizabeth... Bad girls who use naughty words get spanked, and Bad Girls who miss behaving are sent to the corner for timeout... Do you like time out? NO Elizabeth responds Nurse Heart, go ahead and put the VR Headset on her and let's start the program one day 1, please. And we'll let her sleep while we eat our lunch here and let nature take its course, which shouldn't be much longer with all the high-fiber food she ate this morning. As everyone was finishing their lunch, they heard the familiar gurgling sound coming from Elizabeth's direction then the smell filled the room. Doctors, why must we use cloth training pants on the patients if we intend for them to make messes in their panties? Because Nurse Heart is part of the reinforcement program, they are not big girls/boys; only toddlers and babies mess and wet their panties. Okay, back to work, guys; I'll get the diaper cart while you Doctors do your doctor thing for her. Okay, Christensen was ready. I've stopped her IV, and there she goes peeing her already poopie patties like the baby she is. Doctor Christensen removes her headphone and stops the music. He calls Elizabeth, Elizabeth; what did I say about being a good girl at recess? Elizabeth shakes her head and says I was good, I promise. Elizabeth, did you have an accident again? No, teacher, I didn't have another accident. I'm a big girl! I see. Let me check your pants then and see if my nose is lying. You should be ashamed of yourself, and you said you're a big girl. Do big girls wet and mess in their big girl panties? No teacher. Elizabeth, can you tell me who pees and poops their panties? Little girls? Wet and mess up their panties. And what do little girls like you wear, Elizabeth? Diapers, "Elizabeth responds," Do little girls get to wear pretty panties? No teacher. Little Girls wear diapers. Okay, Honey, let's take you to the Nurses office so she can clean you up. Alright, Nurse Heart, your turn. Let's get her cleaned up and into something more appropriate. Okay, Doctor, give me one minute to finish up her notes. Did you ask her daddy if he wanted cloth diapers or disposables for her? We need to know by Wednesday so that I can submit the requisition order to the diaper delivery service with her measurements. for her diapers, rubber panties, and onesies. Okay, back to the business at hand. Elizabeth, still under the effects of the chemical cocktail Hurse Heart, "I thought you were a big girl; I was mistaken. You are just a little girl, aren't you? Elizabeth," making a pouty face, Nurse Heart says firmly, you are a preschooler; only preschooler make wet and mess their pretty panties as you did. That's not being a good girl. Now is it Elizabeth? It's okay, baby. The Nurse responds, let's get you cleaned up. There you go, all cleaned up; let's get you into these pretty diapers for the rest of the day. I know, Honey, these aren't your panties. You soiled your backup panties, so all we have is emergency diapers for you till your daddy picks you up with clean clothes. It's okay; I'll tell you, daddy, it was an accident. Why don't you lie here in my office and take a nap till it is time for your daddy to get you? Okay, Doctor, your turn. Okay, let's take her down to level 2. Do 2 hours of subliminal messages following up with 1 hour of post-hypnotic trigger words. The Alarm will sound if she wets her diaper and will record how much pressure is in her bladder so we can work on those levels later this week. The Nurse Heart, please let Megan on the Teen floor know that we have a new tween for her coming up at the end of the day. A short time later, an alarm begins to sound from the therapy room as Nurse Heart pushes around a cart of supplies filling the cabinet before she goes home for the evening. Nurse Heart coos to Elizabeth while checking her IV to see if it is empty yet, who is still wearing the headphones, that she is such a good girl and you deserve a special reward for being a good girl. Nurse Heart walks over to a metal two-door cabinet and gathers the supplies needed to change Elizabeth's diaper and a new in-the-box magic wand vibrator. She begins by removing her headphone so Elizabeth can see her Nurse. Nurse Heart unpins her wet diaper and pulls the front down, exposing her cleanly shaven Vulva. Only good little girls who use their diapers get this reward. Nurse Hart applies the now pulsating vibrator to her Vulva and gently moves it in a circular motion as she gradually increases the power and speed of the vibrator until Elizabeth's Heart is pounding and she is breathing quite heavily. As Elizabeth's breathing slows and her body relaxes, Nurse Heart Turns off the vibrator, places it back into the box, and changes Elizabeth into a clean diaper. The Nurse places the headphone back on Elizabeth's head and allows her to nap until Megan calls down from the teen floor, saying her room is ready for her. A short time later, Elizabeth is wheeled up to the 3rd floor to a nearly empty secure ward that is brightly colored like a juvenile teenager's room. Nurse heart presses the call button when a heavy-set brunette woman wearing a lab coat approaches the door and buzzes her in. Hey Alison (Nurse Heart), how is our little Princess doing tonight? She had a fantastic first day, with about 8 hours of therapy so she might act a little bratty we're focusing on the usual week one phrase, "Elizabeth is a good girl," "Elizabeth is a bad girl," and if you need to put her in her place tell her is an "Elizabeth is being a brat," be warned she'll probably wet and mess with this phrase and embarrass the hell out of her with any luck. She is in a daytime diaper, but it's up to you now if you want to treat her as you did Sarah. With training pants till she loses her potty privileges, then heavy diapers. Go ahead and do the usual nighttime diaper for bed tonight. She is on diuretics and laxatives. Here is her medication box for dinner and bedtime. Her meds are to be crushed and served in a baby bottle or sippy cup with either juice or milk; Her med dosing is on the high si, so that it might help her in the morning with behavioral issues. We'll see. If she misbehaves, Doc said level one punishment, so Corner time and spanking if she pushes the matter. Typical age-appropriate bedtime pajamas for her and whatever you see fit for the rest of the night for clothing for her The Teen Floor Gradually Elizabeth is awoken by the sound of voices or a TV. She groggily gets out of bed to tell Ryan to turn the fucking TV down so she can sleep off her hangover. As she walks out of her room and yells and swears to turn the TV down, she stops mid-sentence as everyone looks and starts at her with their mouths wide open in shock. A Heavyset Woman wearing a white nurse's uniform gets up from a rocking chair and says it's okay. Let me get you straightened out. Jimmy, Why don't you let someone else have a turn at Mario? Hello, Elizabeth. I am Nurse Megan, and you are on the Adolescent floor for the night. Wheres Ryan? Ryan is probably at home after a long workday relaxing, and you are here at the clinic still. But I was just at the clinic for marriage counseling. I know, honey, But the doctor said your behavior is way out of control, and you need some more therapy to help you and Ryan get along better. Now sobbing and unsure of what to do next, Elizabeth is shocked when she hears Nurse Megan Say," Elizabeth is a good girl" and should come with her to the bathroom to get her wet panties changed for the evening. Elizabeth nods and responds, Yes, Nurse and follows Megan down the hall past several other bedrooms to a communal bathroom. Let's get you up on the changing table so we can clean you up now. Nurse Megan lifts Elizabeth's legs in motion, pulling down her wet sweatpants and exposing her soaked diaper. Elizabeth is almost in a daze and suddenly realizes she is not wearing panties. Still, she is wearing a diaper, not the panties that she was wearing this morning, or even the fucking panties she had to wear after the dam nurse didn't let her go to the bathroom in time, causing her to pee herself. What the hell? Why am I wearing a Fucking diaper? Elizabeth expresses. Excuse me, young lady, Elizabeth, that is being a bad girl; that is not how you speak to a caregiver, now is it? Nurse Megen lifted her legs even higher, exposing her butt to the air in one motion slapping it? Use this as your only warning if you use foul language here, you will be spanked with my paddle. Do I make myself clear young lady? Or do you need a handprint on that pretty butt of yours? NO! Nurse Megan! I'll be good. Now let's find you some age-appropriate panties. Let's see; I have little girl's diapers and preschool panties, Elizabeth cries, begging Megan for adult panties, not those ugly baby ones, and trying to convince Nurse Megan that she is a big girl and wears panties. Megan responded by saying according to what the nurses have said, there were several accidents today, including peeing all over our lovely guest bathroom and them messing in both of your big girl training panties during your therapy today; maybe I should keep you in a diaper like a little girl. Elizabeth was half sobbing and crying, begging not to wear diapers like a baby. Megan says big girls wear pretty panties, not little girls who poop in their panties. Elisabeth, what do little girls wear who wet their panties? Diapers Nurse Megan. And if I let you try wearing big girl panties, that's a big IF, and if you wet those panties tonight, does that mean you are a little girl? NO! I am a big girl. I don't pee my panties on purpose. Okay, Nurse Megan responds I'll give you a chance tonight to wear big girl panties till bedtime, but at bedtime, you will wear a diaper like the other kids here. Elizabeth Nods her head in understanding. If you argue at bedtime, I'll have to introduce my spanking paddle to your bare butt. Now young lady, about the mouth of yours, you used a bad word when you came out in the day room. I will give you A choice. Now you walk back out there and say you are sorry for saying bad words, or you can choose to take a time out in the time-out chair over by my desk, and if you continue to use bad words, I will spank that bottom of yours. Not what is your decision will you go? Say you're sorry for talking rudely or take a time-out. Looking confused and not remembering using any bad words, she told Megan she would be nice and say sorry. Elizabeth shuffled her feet back to the day room where the others were the kids playing the Mario cart and said in an obnoxious tone; I am sorry for being inappropriate. Megan flops on a couch by herself, pouting and watching the others play the stupid game. Elizabeth is more aware of her surroundings and notices that everyone in this room is an adult but acts like a kid. She also noticed a horrific smell from the man playing the game on the couch. At about the same time, Nurse Megan approaches, pushing a metal cart and asking who is ready for snacks. Everyone jumps up and grabs a cup with a straw or what looks like a giant sippy cup Megan hand Elizabeth a cut with a straw and a few containers of animal cookies and goldfish crackers. When the man so smelled walked up to get his snack Megan announced, Hold it right there, mister, I think we need to change your poopy butt first. Elizabeth ripped open her snack because she hadn't had anything since breakfast, and she was starving; throwing her trash on the couch next to her, and then proceeded to suck down her cup of apple juice. A moment later, a young girl looking about Elizabeth's age came bouncing in from another part of the room, still sucking what looked like a giant sippy cup. Hi, I'm Sofia. What's your name? Elizabeth responds, saying hi, to Sofia. I'm Elizabeth. Say you want to go and help me do a puzzle till they let us have a turn playing Mario. The boys always hog the Nintendo after school. Elizabeth having nothing better to do, says sure, gets up, leaves her trash on the sofa, and goes into another part of the room as Sophia takes her trash and now empty sippy cup to the bins over by Nurse Megan's desk. A short time later, the boys come running back into the room, crashing back on the couch, yelling it's my turn now, Sophia, oh that's Jimmy, and he's a big poopy pants. Suddenly Sophia looked up behind Elizabeth and said hi, Nurse Megan; I was making a new friend. Well, that's nice of you, Sophia, but Elizabeth left her trash on the sofa and needs to go pick it up and be a good girl. Now Elizabeth! Please clean up your mess and do like the other kids did and put your trash in the garbage and your sippy in the dirty dish bin. Elizabeth lets out a grown, rolling her eyes, gets up from the puzzle, pushes past another kid, and throws her cup and trash in the garbage in front of Nurse Megan. No, Elizabeth, you didn't listen, did you? I said the cup goes in the bin with the dirty dishes, and the trash goes in the garbage can. Now fix it, or I'll send you to the time-out corner. Elizabeth's mouth lights up without thinking again, "What the Hell? I am the adult here. Why are you treating me like a child?" you have no right to tell me what to do. Now pissed off! She grabbed the cup from the trash, threw it in the dish bin with a loud crash, and walked by Nurse Megan, muttering that she was bitch under her breath. Megan gasps well, "I guess time-out will not work for a mouth like that now, will it." Megan reaches over at lightning speed and proceeds to grab Elizabeth by the ear and a wooden object from the top of her desk, all while dragging Elizabeth down the hall, screaming and swearing toward her room. Once in her room, Megan told her to stand in the corner while getting ready for her spanking. A moment later, Nurse Megan ordered Elizabeth to come and lay across her lap. Now I am going to spank you for being a bad little girl. Pulling down her sweatpants and training panties, exposing her bare butt while keeping her panties in place, I am going to give you ten swats for using such naughty words, young lady. Elizabeth begins kicking and screaming NO, NO, you can't spank me. I'm too old to be spanked. Oh, I see, and what happens to little girls who use bad words? Elizabeth is still struggling. Elizabeth responds that bad girls get spankings. And is Elizabeth being good right now? No, Nurse Megan. Hold still while you get this spanking; smacks her butt with the paddle and says one out loud Elizabeth screams in pain with Megan, conveying now count 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, and 10. Okay, now that's over; let's change your panties; you are wet. Look like your sweats are still dry here. Let's put these on now. Please be a good girl tonight, so I don't need to spank you again. Megan begins to walk back to the day room. She notices her panties are thicker than she had a moment ago. Nurse Megan the panties feel weird. Those panties are our preschooler training panties. Let's see if you can keep those dry for the rest of the evening. If you have an accident, they should be okay and not leak. Nurse Megan tells Elizabeth to be a good girl and find Sophia so they can play Mario together and play Legos until cleanup. Elizabeth walked over to the couch and took the controller from the boy's. This game is stupid, and I could be home watching reality TV shows. Hey Sophia, can we watch TV instead of playing these silly games? No, we can't watch real TV here. We only get to watch movies here. A little while later, Nurse Megan came around again, passing big cups of juice this time as if I wanted apple juice or grape juice; I picked an apple juice. Nurse Megan said she didn't have any clean straw cups left for the night, so everyone got sippy cups and no complaining, warning us it was almost cleanup time. Nurse Megan disappeared again, probably going to bug the boys; thank God I was trying to win this race until Megan yelled clean up time. After cleaning up, everyone must go potty and wash their hands before dinner. I didn't want to stop. I was having fun for once; Nurse Megan walked over to Sophia and asked her if she was dry. While dodging her head around, Sophia was trying to see the TV, so she didn't crash in the race. Nurse Megan responds no; you're wet; you need to sit on the potty, change your pull-up, and take Elizabeth with you. She probably needs to go potty anyways. Elisabeth proudly says no, I am a big girl, and I'm still dry, unlike baby pee pee pants over here. Nurse Megan Says, "Elisabeth, you're being a brat, that was means," Sofia groans. It's okay, as she crashed her car in the game with Megan turning the TV off. Let's go potty, Elizabeth, before we get into trouble, as you did earlier today. As Elisabeth and Sophia walked towards the bathroom, Elizabeth suddenly needed potty because she had to pee and make poopies and began yelling she needed to go potty; Elizabeth tried running but just froze as she wet and messed in her preschool training pants. Nurse Megan comes over to Elizabeth, asking if Elizabeth is still a big girl and if she is acting like a little girl. Elizabeth, now standing with a yellow and brown puddle crying meekly, said I'm a little girl. Okay, let's get you changed; Sophia flies by, running to the potty and sitting on the potty. Moments later, Sophia, when you are done on the potty, you may pick out any pair of preschool training pants you would like to wear. Would you also please get a pair for Elizabeth while I find her some clean clothes? Nurse Megan says Sophia comes and picks out two pairs of princess-printed training pants and transparent rubber panties for them, about the same as Nurse Megan, returns from the lines cart one last pair of preschool pants and onesie for the evening. Elizabeth was less than thrilled by the attire. Once all dressed, Nurse Megan helped her off the changing table. Sophia took Elizabeth by the hand back to the day room to help set the table as instructed by Nurse Megan. A woman wearing a kitchen apron set out dinner trays and filled our sippy cups with more juice. Everyone was excited to see we were having chicken nuggets and pizza bites for dinner with steamed vegetables and rice. Nurse Megan said if everyone eats all our dinner, we could watch a movie and have popcorn before bed tonight. We were allowed seconds on the nuggets until they were all gone and all the juices we wanted to drink. After everyone had been excused from the table and cleared their plates to the dirty dish bin, we ran to the couches. We waited for Nurse Megan put a movie on. Okay, Sophia, you get to pick a movie while I take Elizabeth to her room to help her get her Pajamas on before the movie starts. Nurse Melisa and I walk back to my bedroom. Now Elizabeth is a good girl. Let's get you ready for bed so you can watch the movie. She then proceeded to undress and change my wet training pants into a thick cloth nighttime diaper and a pair of onesie-style pajamas that zippered in the back with a loud-click sound. After she finished, she told me I was a good girl and told me to tell Sophia it was her turn and to wait on the couch till the movie started. After everyone was in their nighttime diapers and pajamas, Nurse Megan put in the movie Sofia had selected: The "Little Mermaid." I didn't complain about the movie. It was okay, and Sophia seemed to be enjoying it. Nurse Megan joined us on the couches, sitting with us girls, bringing over a bowl of popcorn that we all devoured and sippy cups for the boys and me. As the movie continued, Sophia whispered something to Nurse Megan. Sophia, "Are you ready for your baba?" Nurse Megan asks. Sophia nodded yes. Sophia scooches into nurse Megan's lap. As Nurse Megan reaches over to the tray, picks up a full bottle of milk, and then placing into Sophia's waiting mouth, letting her snuggle until her bottle was all gone. As the movie ended, two boys and I were sound asleep, and Sofia was fighting to stay awake till the movie was finished. Nurse Megan told us it was time for all of us to go to bed, and she would be in to give us night time loves and to tuck us in momentarily; then we needed to be quiet while she did her paperwork and had coffee with Nurse Kathy when she came on shift. The Night Shift How did your evening go with the children tonight, Megan, " it was ok, Kathy, fairly routine we got a new one. She is still in the adult brat stage so she might be an issue come morning time. I had to lite her butt up once tonight. She seemed to have made new friends with baby Sofia. Oh, that reminds me, we need to adjust Sophia's bedtime program to level 3 tonight and that she has a pacifier tonight. How did the boys do tonight? Let's see, Jimmy and Stevie are on week one of level 3. They just had their hormone shots yesterday, so they are a little whiney; watch out for Stevie. He has been tugging at his cage, and it looked red when I changed him tonight. I'll have Dr. Milling check it during morning rounds to ensure it is not too tight. Adam did great tonight. He played with the boys most of the evening. He did ask if his mama would come to visit, but I think she had errands to run after she left for work, so she'll probably check in on him in the morning while he is down at the daycare. Adam stays at level 3 for another week until he starts sucking his thumb more often. At least there were no new notes in his chart about adjusting his program tonight. All their Bottles and headphones are on the cart, along with four new pacifiers. Ok, Great, thank you, Megan; kiss your princess on the head for me when you get home. Kathy poured herself a warm cup of coffee and set off on her rounds, taking care of the boys first with a quick diaper change and placing each of their headphones on their heads for some soft, soothing music for the evening. Jimmy and Stevie were sound asleep, both sucking their thumbs, and Kathy replaced the thumbs for milk bottles with their nighttime medications. On the other hand, Stevie was sucking on the corner of his blanket. Kathy made quick work of him, stopping ever so briefly to appreciate how baby-smooth his pubic region was. On to the girl's room, slipping into Sophia's room and slipping the bottle in her waiting mouth, and placing her headphone on was a piece of cake. Kathy slips into Elizabeth's room to find her sleeping facing the wall and glides her hand down to the hidden crotch zipper; she unzips the sleeper enough to slide her hand in to feel her warm diaper. She is not too wet and will be fine for a little bit. Her favorite part of the job was the week one babies, who are still adjusting. Not sure if Elizabeth would be willing to take her bottle yet, Kathy decided some snuggle time was to ensure she drank all her bottle with the nighttime medication in it; Kathy Slips into her bed and under the warm heavy blankets, allowing Elizabeth to roll over and snuggle her naturally. Kathy gently guided Elizabeth's head to rest on her chest, allowing Kathy to feed her the bottle and rub her back simultaneously. With a bit of rubbing of her lips, her mouth opens, and she begins to suck the bottle slowly, but she is doing well. Kathy eventually stops snuggling, whispering in her ear that she is a very good girl, and slips a pacifier into her mouth before adjusting her headphones for the night. Kathy does the same with the rest of the children swapping their bottles with pacifiers and whispering to each one in their ears what good boys and girls they are. Returning to her desk, Kathy types on the keyboard and, with a mouse click, turn on soothing music for each child. Making a mental note to probably change Elizabeth in an hour once the laxatives work their way threw her. Floating on Clouds Elizabeth walks back to her bedroom with everyone else. She is not sure what to think of her situation. If she argues or uses terrible words, Nurse Melisa will spank her again, but if she acts like everyone else, it is not so bad except for the wetting my panties thing. I had never peed my panties like this before, except for the occasional accident. Nurse Melissa shouts. "Ok, kids, lights out. I'll be around a bit to tuck you all in and give you bedtime, loves." A few minutes later, Nurse Malisa comes in, pulls up a thick heavy comforter, and tucks me in, kissing my forehead, telling me to be a good girl and sweet dreams, princess. Elizabeth, oh Elizabeth, where are you, silly? I hear a familiar voice calling, but I don't see who calls me by name. All I see are other kids playing at a park. All I desire is to play; then I hear the voice again saying good girls get to play with their friends. As I run off to the swingset, my tummy starts to hurt, so I stop running; then I hear the voice again say, Good Girls, make poopies in their diapers; play with your friends. So I run off to play on the swing set. I swing for what feels like forever, going higher and higher until I feel like flying through the clouds. I fly through clouds with a blue waterfall flowing from cloud to cloud. I hear a woman yell snack time, so I fly back to the park, where a bright blanket is lying on the soft green grass. I join several other exciting children for snack time. As I am eating a snack, I hear Honey, you must be thirsty; let's get you a nice bottle of juice to drink. The woman tells me, good girls, drink their bottle till it's all gone, she reaches into a bag, pulls out my bottle of juice, guides the nipple into my mouth, and gently lays me back till my head is resting in her lap as I lay there slowly sucking and enjoying the sun shining down on my body, feeling all warm and tingly. I hear the voice again say it's time to get you changed. I lay there sucking my baba while she unsnaps my Jumper and unpins my wet, messy diaper. "I should give you a big reward for being such a good girl," The woman says as she pours lotion into her hand and slowly works it into my diaper area. I like this a lot. I spread my legs wide and let the woman's fingers work. A few moments later, I felt pulses of electrical shocks racing through me as the woman announced she was all done, closed up my diaper and rubber panties, and pulled her Jumper; ok, you can play some more till nap time. Rounds Nurse Kathy checks her watch, lays down her book that she has been reading out of boredom, and glances over at her security monitors, checking on all of her babies and making sure everyone is sound asleep for the night; their movie-time bottles should ensure that they all stay asleep for the evening. She puts down the terribly written romance novel one of the other nurses left for her to read. Getting up and stepping into her supply room, she emerges with her stocked diaper-changing cart and heads down the hallway with the cart in tow. Starting with her poopy boys, expertly, she unlocks and unzips the legs of each sleeper and removes their soiled diapers. Then uses her pocket lite and inspects each chastity cage. Making sure there was no poop anywhere on the cage, she removed their cages and put clean ones on them. When she was cleaning Jimmy's cage, she noticed how small he was now; she remembered when he first arrived, Jimmy was above average size, but now he was no bigger than 3 inches. Oh, Jimmy, you have been such a good boy, I hear. It would be best if you were rewarded. Kathy reached into her cart, pulled out a bin with Jimmy's name on it, and retrieved a rectal massager slipping a condom over it and slipping into his now lubed bottom. she then proceeded to do quick work of bringing jimmy to an orgasm and obtain semen sample for the lab. In contrast, jimmy lay there sucking on his pacifier. She gives him his reward as she brings him to another orgasm, making sure he is adequately drained of semen, and he slows his sucking. Kathy takes a baby wipe and cleans him up, applying a heavy coat of barrier cream and powder, then locking him back up in a new clean chastity cage and pinning him back into a thick nighttime diaper. Kathy makes her way to Sophia's room; she notes in Jimmy's chart about her rewarding him and producing a semen sample for the lab. Kathy quickly changes Sophia and rescues her stuffed doggy that had fallen to the floor. Her final stop of the night was Elizabeth's room. She turned on a small night light, adjusting it so as not to bother her while she unlocked her sleeper and pulled down her very wet and stinky diaper. She quickly cleans her up, tossing everything into the attached diaper bin on the cart. As Kathy glances at her chart, it doesn't say I can't reward you for the rest of the night. Maybe it will help you sleep better. Kathy reaches into a drawer in the cart and pulls out a small pink device designed for encouraging positive behavior. Kathy applied a liberal amount of lubricant and slipped it into her vagina with a moisture sensor wire sticking out into her diaper. Kathy then programs the device with her tablet to activate when the moisture sensor reaches 98-96 degrees with a ramped program until Elizabeth orgasms; then, the device turns off till it's activated again. Kathy could also manually control them from her tablet anywhere on the floor. After pinning the clean diaper back and snapping on clean rubber panties, she zipped and locked the sleeper back up. Kathy went into the bathroom, pulled out the now full diaper pail, and placed it by the main hallway door for the night crew to pick up when they drop off clean diapers and linens. After she finishes her rounds, Kathy goes into the small kitchen area and fixes herself a meal and a fresh cup of coffee. While eating, she pulls out her cell phone, opens her nursery cam app, and spies on her baby, who is sound asleep at home. Kathy sat back at the desk with her coffee and continued reading her book, tapping a button on her desk to reactivate the motion sensors in case someone tried to get out of bed like last night, glancing at the security monitors every once in a while. A while later, the alarm went off, indicating one of the kids was moving a lot. She mutes the alarm and looks at her security monitors. Seeing that Elizabeth had just rolled over to her stomach, Kathy turned her tablet back on and looked at the app for the vibrator, indicating it had just activated and turned itself off within 5 minutes. This process happened a few more times before the kids were gotten up. Morning Routine At 6 am, the door alarm sounded. Kathy was delighted to see it was her long-time friend Ruth, who had come in an hour early to visit before Ruth started her day shift on the floor. She pushed in two large hampers of clean diapers and another card full of linens and children's clothes. There were five shelves on the tall cart, each labeled with a child's name and containing clean clothing and bedding. Oh good, you found a cleaJumperer for Sophia. She was upset she didn't have one to wear for school yesterday, and I figure she and Elizabeth can share till Elizabeth's clothing order arrives. Over the next hour, Kathy and Ruth worked together to get the ward cleaned up and ready for the day's activities. Shortly after breakfast and the morning rounds, the caregivers from the school program would arrive to collect the children for the day's therapy and learning activities. The two nurses worked quickly to get the kids up from bed. The first began with the three boys taking them to the shower room and stripping them out of their heavy soiled overnight diapers. The Nurses strapped each child into a tilting shower chair with a locking butterfly harness and wrist straps, preventing little hands from wandering while they worked. They then rolled them into the large oversized shower, where the nurse made quick work washing them down and doing a quick shave off any excess facial hair; since the Hormones and laser hair removal treatment last week, the boys now lacked any form of pubic hair making it easy for the nurses to perform their morning duties. Each of the boys was washed and then dressed in clean diapers and secure locking onesies before being allowed to choose their clothes for the day. After the boys were ready for the day, they were sent off to the playroom until breakfast. Next were the girls; the Nurses usually took extra time getting them all pretty for the day. Kathy woke Elizabeth up, removing her headphone and placing them on the nightstand in their charger for later use. Surprisingly Elizabeth was still sucking on her pacifier this morning, so she opted to let her keep it for the time being to see how long till she didn't want it anymore as a way to judge her age level today. If the smell in the room was not telling enough, the vast brown and yellow stain rubber was a sure sign that she was in a very heavily soiled diaper. Still groggy, Kathy helped Elizabeth out of her locking sleeper into the waiting shower chair, where Kathy secured her with a locking neoprene butterfly harness to prevent her from falling out and hurting herself. Once they were in the shower room, she removed the heavily stained diaper. At that moment, Elizabeth begins to moan through her pacifier, breathing heavily as a stream of pee through the over-saturated diaper onto the floor. Kathy noticing that she is peeing, immediately begins to praise her telling her what a good girl she is and that a good girl gets rewards. Let's give you a break as Kathy removes the vibrator from her and places it into the bin to be cleaned later. Kathy went to work scrubbing her down in the warm steamy shower. Elizabeth waking up from her groggy sleepiness, is enjoying the ever-so-gentle touch and soothing lullaby that nurse Kathy is signing. At about the same time, Nurse Ruth entered Sophia's room to discover that she was awake already, having removed her headphone and placed them neatly on her nightstand, which was still happily snuggling her stuffed doggy while sucking her pacifier. Nurse Ruth reaches out her hand to try to steal her precious passy was meant with a blocking hand and her head shaking NO. It's mine in a baby voice. Ok, princess, hop up into the shower chair and let got get your princess parts squeaky clean Ruth helped Sophia into the waiting shower chair and strapped her in with a locking butterfly vest. Sophia loved her morning shower time, especially with Ruth, who knew how to make her feel special. As the hot water sprays over Sophia, she begins to relax as Ruth expertly scrubs every inch of her body, paying extra attention to her princess parts, letting her finger wander into Sophia's now waiting vagina, asking Sophia if she was a good girl last night for Nurse Kathy. Sophia spread her legs wider as the pressure began to build until there was an explosion of sensation and warmth. as Ruth removed her figure, a gush of pee poured out of Sophia onto the shower floor with nurse ruth telling her she was such a good girl as Ruth finishing up washing Sophia's hair as she is making a muffled whining sound though her pacifier that she needed to make poopies without missing a beat, Nurse Ruth whispered in her ear Good Girls don't need the potty to make Make poopies. Soon Sophia was grunting and pushing out a load of poop in the shower while Ruth told her she was a very good girl and would get a treat this morning. The Nurses took each girl into the adjacent dressing room, where brightly colored jumpers with matching tights and diaper covers were on the changing table. Now girls announce Nurse Kathy. Are you big girls today or princesses? Kathy approaches Sophia and asks if princess Sophia is a big girl because if she is a big girl, she could wear those great sweats pants and sweatshirt with training pants, or if she is a beautiful princess, she could wear this beautiful Jumper and matching tights. Sophia almost spat out her pacifier, announcing she was a princess and wanted the pretty clothes. Kathy approaches Elizabeth, still contently sucking on her pacifier and staring at the brightly colored Jumper. Elizabeth, you know good girls wear Jumpers and tight, right? Only big girls wear ugly clothes with yukky training panties; you know you want to be a princess today, don't you? You did not like those yukky cold wet training panties yesterday! Elizabeth is now screaming in her mind that she is a big girl. Still, while staring at that beautiful Jumpers, she slowly nodded her head yes and pointed to the Brightly colored Jumpers for her clothing choice today. Elizabeth, that's a good girl. You make good choices. Nurse Ruth and Kathy do quick work dressing the girls and combing their hair into ponytails for the day. Kathy reaches into a bin under the changing table, finding matching pacifier clips for each girl. Before helping them down to the floor and escorting them into the playroom until breakfast time.