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Author's Note This is a pair of ABDL stories which will depict characters from Avatar: The Last Airbender engaging in sexual acts, primarily Zuko and Toph. While these characters are children in their original media, here they are depicted and written as adults. In addition this series is set in an Alternate Universe more akin to the modern era, though bending of the elements is still possible. I'm splitting this story up into two parts, those being Curious Depravity and Freak Is A Compliment, both of which can be read as standalone stories. Before you read i also want to shoutout BabishBerry from whom i commissioned a cover Curious Depravity for and AndyABDL whose old Toph pic was a big visual inspiration. Please give 'em a follow (and be nice!). Also: this was already a late submission when i first wrote this fic, but this was originally a submission for Daisy-Fingers' Duh-cember community event in 2023. As for me: any comments, criticism or feedback is welcome Content Warning: self esteem issues and references to past child abuse the latter is kept quite vague on the details and the former never goes existential, but that's just my perspective on it as a random internet stranger: better safe than sorry!

Chapter 1: Old-Fashioned Seat Warmers Julia Thompson gripped the steering wheel of the family minivan, her eyes scanning the endless highway ahead. The move from Pennsylvania had been draining, physically and emotionally, and though she tried to stay optimistic, it was becoming harder with each passing mile. The kids, cooped up in the back for hours, were fraying her last nerve. Meghan sat in the very back seat of her family's minivan, clutching her favorite stuffed animal, Mr. Fluffkins, as the scenery of West Virginia or maybe Ohio whizzed by outside the window. The big move from Pennsylvania to Texas had been tough on all of them, but Meghan felt it the most. She missed her friends, her dance team, her school, and the familiar sights of her old neighborhood. Julia tried to reassure her girls that Texas would be an adventure, a fresh start. Deep down Julia worried most for her second oldest. In the months after the final separation, 10-year-old Meghan had started wetting the bed again. And after several wet accidents during the day, Julia became even more concerned. After several doctors visits and counseling sessions, no physiological reason could be found. Meghan’s therapist explained that sometimes kids when faced with trauma like divorce start to regress back to when they feel safe. Being Meghan had wet the bed until she was almost 7, her therapist advised that it was a phase that she would grow out of at some point and that until now she needed protection during the night and supported her as much as they could. Then, Meghan started having day accidents as well. Julia even carried a small training potty in the back of the minivan, something she had done hopefully to encourage McKenzie but was great for all the girls in the event of an emergency. Meghan was mortified the first time she had to use it in a parking lot but she used it instead of wetting her pants. So every night and for most long car rides, Meghan wore goodnites. She glanced at her oldest daughter Kaitlin, who at thirteen seemed to have adapted quickly to the sudden uprooting of her social life or had yet to fully process the move. She was lost in her airpods and phone. She had been before and she would be popular again. It just would take time but for now, she was watching TikTok trying to not strangle her middle sister. From the shotgun passenger seat, she lorded over the rest of the minivan. Her arch nemesis, my charming beautiful, third child, hellion sat behind constantly tormenting her for the first portion of the trip. Four-year-old McKenzie seemed blissfully unaware of the change, giggling in her car seat as she played with a toy. In the middle row behind Julia, she watched Bluey and kept eating snacks. Julia was most worried about her fussing, but so far, she had been the most content passenger of the morning. Still dressed in her nightgown and diaper from the night before. With all the stress of the divorce, Julia had not had time to consistently potty train the almost five-year-old. The soaked diaper was in need of change Julia could see from the back. Meanwhile, eight-year-old Caroline sat in front of Meghan, bouncing around with restless energy. Never the dancer, gymnast, she was Julia’s All Sport athlete. From soccer to softball, she hadn’t tried a sport she was not good at. She had been Greg’s favorite, something he did not hide. She was the most like him. Compared to Meghan, she took the divorce hard, but she took it out on others by bullying Meghan and McKenzie or stealing Kaitlin’s things. She particularly liked to make fun of her sister bedwetting and Goodnites which had earned Caroline more trips across Julia’s lap than she could count. “Mom, Caroline keeps kicking my seat!” Kaitlin complained, turning around with a glare. “Caroline Marie, stop it right now!” Julia said, her tone more tired than stern. She was trying to hold it together, but the bickering was getting to her. Julia was growing more and more frustrated. It was a difficult enough morning for everyone, saying goodbye to the only house and life they had known. However, Caroline had been acting out all morning. She had already gotten in trouble twice during the drive for pestering everyone, and the three day trip was going to be even longer if this continued. She had a feeling she would have to break out her hairbrush at some point but it was a horse race to see who it was going to be first across her knee. In the back of the pack was Meghan, Meghan had already been spanked this morning because she refused to wear her goodnites in the car. It wasn’t a hard spanking but just a gentle reminder to behave and that when she was told to wear her goodnites, she needed to wear her goodnites. Since then, she had been quite quiet and contemplative. McKenzie was too young for the hairbrush, but she hated long car rides but unlimited screen time was keeping the child quite occupied. Kaitlin, who was spanked less frequently these days, was very, very close to an attitude adjustment if her behavior and tone did not get more respectful and kind. She really hoped she did not have to “hand” deliver a spanking to an almost-middle schooler before they made it to their new home. And in the lead for the soonest Thompson to be spending the next hours of the car ride with a sore heiney as always was her Caroline. She was normally that kind of mom that was pro-spanking, or at least not until the divorce with Greg. She had always been more of a gentle parent than a “traditional parent” but when her angelic children act gentle and kind, they receive the same back but when they are mean, cruel, or allow their emotions to dictate how they treat others, she did not hesitate to discipline the girls. Generally, she just needed to threaten them with a spanking but all the girls had been pushing the limits. Things had gotten out of hand out of late, and the only thing that seemed to keep them all together right now was Julia in charge and that meant she was making decisions for everyone. The girls had been tasked with packing their own travel bags. She hoped they had everything they needed. Most of their clothes were packed in the moving truck leaving only room for small luggage in the back of the van. She had packed McKenzie and checked Meghan’s because she did not trust Meghan to not “accidentally forget” her Goodnites. Caroline and Kaitlin had been left on their own. “-Momma, did you hear me? I asked you a question!” called Meghan from the back row. Suddenly pulled back into the moment, Julia adjusts the rearview mirror. “Sorry Megs! What did you say?” Julia calls over the radio, turning it down that Kaitlin had slowly been turning up. Meghan frowned and hugged Mr. Fluffkins tighter. "Do you think I'll make friends here, Momma?" she asked quietly. Julia glanced at her through the rearview mirror and smiled. "Of course, you will, sweetheart. You're kind and fun to be around. Just give it some time. It's going to be an adjustment for everyone." “It’s going to be an adjustment for everyone…” Caroline mimicked Julia’s words in a sing-song voice, which earned her another sharp look from her mom. Caroline loved pushing her buttons and Julia couldn’t afford to lose her temper right now. “Caroline Marie, I’ve had it with your attitude and constant picking on your sisters. You are running out of strikes, young lady. I suggest you find something to do on your tablet before I get really angry and upset with you. You are millimeters aways from getting a spanking young lady, so get it together.” Julia warned from the front seat. Caroline, of course, rolled her eyes and slumped back into her seat. She pulled out her tablet and watched several videos. Bored, Caroline turns around to Meghan. Julia caught the shift in her rearview mirror and braced herself. Caroline’s mischief was easy to spot, and she knew what was coming next. “You know, moving isn’t so bad,” she said with a mischievous grin. “You get to make new friends. Maybe this time they won’t think you’re so weird.” Julia's heart sank. She had tried to explain the move to all of them, but she knew Meghan was having the hardest time. Her sensitive, introspective middle child was struggling in ways the others weren’t. “Shut up, Caroline,” Meghan mumbled, clutching Mr. Fluffkins, like a lifeline. “Ooh, I’m telling!” Caroline shot back, clearly enjoying herself. "That's enough from both of you," Julia warned, her voice growing more stern. She couldn’t afford to lose her temper right now. The move was stressful for all of them, but it was wearing her down too, and the constant fighting wasn’t helping. She saw Caroline smirk before delivering the next blow. "I’ll tell all your new friends about how you cried at your last birthday party? They’re all gonna think you’re a big baby." Julia caught a flash of emotion across Meghan's face—a mix of anger, hurt, and something else she couldn’t quite place. That word stung, but not in the way Caroline intended. Meghan face went flush as she clenched her jaw. She hated how Caroline could push her buttons, and that single word—baby—brought a flood of complicated feelings for her. “Stop it!” Meghan’s voice rose. She turned in her seat and gave Caroline a shove. “Meghan, don’t push your sister!” Julia said, her eyes narrowing in the rearview mirror. “But she started it!” Meghan exclaims. Caroline retaliated by yanking Mr. Fluffkins out of Meghan’s arms. "Maybe you should just stay a baby forever with this dumb toy," she taunted. “Give him back!” Meghan lunged for her stuffed animal, and soon they were wrestling in the back seat. Caroline smirked and said loudly over the scuffle, "You know, maybe I should tell everyone you still wear diapers at night." Meghan’s face turned crimson. It was true—since the move, Meghan had started wearing diapers at night and for long trips because the stress had caused her to start wetting again. And on this car ride, she was wearing one under her shorts. She felt the dampness against her skin, reminding her of her predicament. “Shut up, Caroline!” she yelled, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and embarrassment. “I’ll be like Hey, everyone! Did you know Meghan wore a diaper on the trip just in case she wets her pants?” Caroline announced loudly, cackling. Meghan’s face burned with humiliation, and she felt tears stinging her eyes. “I didn’t want to wear it!” she protested, her voice breaking, “Momma made me!!” Meghan then turned her rage at Julia, “I HATE YOU! I TOLD YOU CAROLINE WOULD PICK ON ME BUT YOU NEVER LISTEN!” Meghan in frustration threw her tablet at Caroline missing and hitting her mother in the back of the head, narrowly missing McKenzie as well causing the van to almost swerve onto the shoulder. That was the final straw. Julia felt her patience snap. "That is IT! I’m pulling over!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos. She didn’t care that they were in the middle of nowhere; she had had enough. Her pulse quickened as she signaled and pulled the minivan off to the shoulder. Instantly, panic set in for both Meghan and Caroline. “No, Momma, please don’t! I didn’t do anything. It was all Caroline.” Meghan pleaded, her eyes widen. “Did Caroline just throw a tablet at me while I’m going 80mph young lady?!?” Julia countered coldly. “No ma’am, that was me. But I wasn’t aiming for you, it was an accident!?!” Meghan sobbed desperately trying to talk her way out of the spanking she is about to receive. “So, you did intentionally throw it? Do you want to be in trouble for lying as well”, Julia threatened. Meghan looked at the ground, realizing that she had gone to far. “We’ll be good, we promise! For the whole trip” Caroline chimed in, her bravado evaporating. “We mean it!” Meghan said frantically. “We’ll stop, we’ll stop!” But it was too late; mom was done. She put the car in park, unbuckled her seatbelt, grabbed her hairbrush from her purse, and turned around with a look that meant business. "Both of you, out of the car," she ordered, opening the back door. "No, Mom, please!" Meghan begged and pleaded. Caroline, who had been the instigator, now looked even more nervous, her eyes brimming with tears. "Now," Julia repeated, her voice leaving no room for argument. The two girls slid out of the van reluctantly, their feet crunching on the gravel as they stood by the side of the road. Julia didn’t want to spank them, but she had no other choice. They needed to understand there were consequences for this kind of behavior. Kaitlin rolled her eyes and groaned, muttering something about how she just wanted to get there already. “Unless you want a spanking as well young lady get out of this van and move to the back while I spank your sisters.” snapped Julia, no patience or time to give another roadside spanking. Kaitlin quickly scrambled to the rear seat desperate to avoid angering her mom more. Meghan's eyes filled with tears, and Caroline looked down, scuffing her shoe against the ground. Julia wasted no time. She sat on the front seat with her legs out of the open door. She took Meghan’s arm first, feeling a pang of guilt knowing that Caroline was the instigator but Meghan could have taken a different route. "Meghan Claire, over my knee," Julia commanded. Meghan's cheeks burned with shame as she obeyed, her damp diaper crinkling as she bent over her mother's lap. Without another word, Julia pulled down Meghan's shorts exposing Meghan’s swollen, yellow Goodnite. Normally, Julia would have spanked the girls on her panties before baring their bottoms, but she had a message to send quickly. Julia lifted Megan’s hips to rip one side of the goodnites. “Mommma- please no!! Not on the bare-” The soaking wet Goodnite dropped the ground with a soft splat. Julia adjusted her across her lap, and preemptively hooked her leg over Meghan’s legs holding her in place. “Meghan Claire, why are you across my lap?” questioned Julia Meghan’s feet kicked the air nervously as she started to cry. SMACK! POP! SPANK! “Meghan! I asked you a question.” “A spanking!” Meghan yelps as Julia lands four swats to the middle of her bottom. “Why are you getting a spanking young lady?” Julia questions. “...‘Cause I fought with Caroline and got frustrated and threw my iPad..” Meghan admitted Meghan. Julia landed a dozend “OOOOOOOWWWWW MOMMMMAAA!!” Meghan squeals, “IT HURTS-” “Spanking are supposed to hurt young lady.” Julia explained as she reaches for her hairbrush. “Young lady, keep your hands off your heiney young lady. I do not want to hurt you.” “Momma, please not the brush!” Julia readjusted Meghan, pinning one hand behind the girls back. She landed two spanks with brush. “And what happened when you did that?” “I almost hit you and I’m sorry! I made a mistake” stammered Meghan. Julia started spanking Meghan’s bottom all the way around. With each swat, Meghan kicked her feets and cries out. Tears streaming down her face. “Momma! Please! I’ll be good! I’M SORRY. Please I don’t need a spankin-” As she lands more and more spanks. “I told you both to stop bickering!” Julia scolded as Meghan yelped and tried to hold back tears. “This behavior is unacceptable. You know better than to fight and argue like that." Julia quickly finished up Meghan’s spanking with a dozen more paddles with hairbrush. Meghan reduced to a ball of tears, laid limp across her mother’s lap. When she was done with Meghan, Julia set her back on her feet, tears streaming down her face, Julia looks her daughter in the eye. “Meghan Claire Thompson. This behavior today was unacceptable. Are we going to have any more issues today?” “No— Ma’am, “ Meghan said quietly through tears. Julia pulled Meghan into a hug and kissed her on the forehead. “Now go stand in timeout in the van while I spank your sister.” With Meghan taken care of, Julia turned her attention to Caroline. “Caroline Anne. Your turn, young lady,” she said firmly. Caroline gulped, knowing she was in for it. She lay over Julia's knee, and Julia didn't hold back. She pulled Caroline’s athletic shorts down with one swoop exposing a pair of pink cotton briefs. Wasting now time, Julia pulled down her panties and started Caroline’s spanking. “Ow! Mom, I’m sorry!” she cried, twisting around as Julia gave her a few swats on her bottom. “I promise I’ll stop!” Caroline yelped, but Julia could tell her daughter was trying hard not to cry. There was something deeper in Caroline’s reaction, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on, but now wasn’t the time to figure it out. “Young lady. YOu have been told so many times to leave your sister alone, have you?” “..Yes” Caroline mutters. SPANK! Caroline yelps. “Yes Ma’am” “What is your consequence for picking on your sister and taunting her? Julia asks as she delivered six rapid fire smacks to Caroline’s sit spot with her hand. “A spankin’.” Caroline cries out. Wasting now more time on a lecture that Caroline had heard more times than she could count, Julia delivered 20 smacks with her hand. Caroline at this time was openly crying and kicking her legs over her mother’s lap. Each spanking driving home a much needed lesson about respect. Julia stopped and reached for the dreaded hairbrush, and Caroline started pleading. “Momma! Not the hairbrush please!!!! It hurts so much.” cries Caroline. The hairbrush landed on her bottom with a loud smack, and Caroline squealed, tears immediately springing to her eyes. “This is what you get for teasing your sister and causing all this trouble,” Julia scolded, landing a dozen swats to her sit spot which would be a painful reminder for the van ride to the hotel. Julia continued spanking her soundly until Caroline was sobbing like Meghan. Once both girls had been thoroughly spanked, only wearing their shirts, with four very red cheeks on display. Meghan cried softly, and Caroline rubbed her stinging bottom, tears rolling down her cheeks sobbing. Cheeks flushed from a mix of embarrassment and tears. Julia took a deep breath, kneeling down to look them both in the eye. “I’m not doing this for fun. I need you two to understand that this behavior has to stop. We are all dealing with this move, and I expect better from you. Do you understand?” “Yes, ma’am,” Meghan mumbled, rubbing her sore bottom and feeling thoroughly chastened. “Me too,” Caroline muttered, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. She glanced at Meghan, and for once, there was no teasing in her eyes—just a silent agreement to call a temporary truce. “Good. Now wheen we get back in the car, and I don’t want to hear another word or anymore fighting, got it?” Both girls nodded. “Now, Meghan,” Julia said, turning to her, “let’s get you changed. I know you need a fresh Good nite.” Meghan nodded, sniffling, and Julia took out the diaper bag from the trunk. She laid out a changing mat on the floor of the van and helped Meghan lie down on her back. Julia opens up a fresh goodnite diaper from the diaper bag and preps it for Meghan. “Up please!” wiping her down gently before putting a clean one on. She opens the baby powder and sprinkles a generous amount. Meghan was mortified, but she felt relieved to be dry. Her mother helped her slip back into her cotton leggings and back into her seat in the van. “And as for you, Caroline,” Julia continued, “since you think it’s so funny to tease your sister about wearing diapers, you can wear one too for the rest of this trip.” “Rest of the trip! You mean tomorrow and the next day too?!? No, Mom, please no!” Caroline protested, horrified. But Julia was firm. “You can spank with the big paddle you spank Kaitlin with or even the belt, but I don’t wanna wear baby diapers!” “Lie down,” Julia ordered, pulling out another diaper from the bag. “They are not baby diapers unless the person in them is a baby. So if you want to continue acting like a baby, I treat you like one or you can act your age and maybe try to understand why its so hurtful that you tease your sister.” “Do I have to use them?” “If you need to, we will be stopping periodically so you can try to go.” Caroline, still sniffling from her spanking, reluctantly obeyed. Julia reached for the baby powder. “NO! I don’t need baby powder. I’m not a baby!” screamed Caroline as she tried to escape the van. Julia, surprised by the outburst, grabbed Caroline by her ankles and delivered eight more spanks. “Young lady. You need powder to keep you from getting a rash!” Julia explained as she applied the powder to Caroline’s diaper area. “Lift your tushy, “ Julia sternly commanded as she slipped the goodnite up Caroline’s legs. Julia then pulled up her nylon athletic shorts. Caroline’s face was bright red, and she couldn’t look at Meghan. Taking advantage of the stop, Julia quickly removed McKenzie from her carseat. She quickly changed her soaking wet diaper and put on another overnight diaper. Without much of a fuss, McKenzie was pack in her carseat, with a fresh diaper and juice box. “This should remind you to be kinder to your sister,” Julia said sternly. “Now, both of you, back in the car. And I don’t want to hear another word of fighting, got it?” Both girls nodded and climbed back into the car, their bottoms sore and their pride wounded. As Julia started the engine and pulled back onto the road, the car was noticeably quieter. Kaitlin put her headphones on, and even McKenzie, who had been watching with wide eyes, seemed to sense the tension had lifted. In the back, Meghan hugged Mr. Fluffkins tightly, her face still streaked with tears but softening as she glanced out the window. Caroline sat quietly, the crinkling sound of her Goodnite audible with every slight movement. For the first time on the trip, there was no teasing, no snide remarks—just an uneasy peace. Meghan stared out the window, holding Mr. Fluffkins close. Her bottom hurt, and she felt embarrassed, but she knew her mom was right. She’d have to find a way to get along with Caroline, at least for the rest of the trip. The atmosphere in the van was significantly calmer. Julia exhaled deeply, feeling a mix of relief and guilt. She hated having to resort to such discipline, but she also knew her girls needed structure and clear boundaries—especially now, during such a tumultuous time in their lives. McKenzie, blissfully unaware of the tension that had just erupted, reached for a snack from her little pile, her focus still on Bluey. Kaitlin stayed in the back, headphones firmly on, trying to pretend she wasn’t affected by what had just happened. Julia glanced in the rearview mirror, her eyes lingering on Meghan and Caroline. “I know today’s been hard for all of us,” she said, her voice softer now. “But this move is a fresh start. We all need to be there for each other, not tear each other down. I love you all, and I’m doing my best.” For a while, there was peace. At least until Caroline, after some time had passed, whispered just loud enough for Meghan to hear, “You didn’t have to cry like that, you know.” But Meghan, too sore and tired to react, just sighed and turned away, deciding to save her energy. Thanks for readign and I look forward to your feedback! ❤️ Josey

**A Secret Errand** *Created by Eevee and Little Link* Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/nH7oynvCug As they began packing for the trip, Zelda suddenly remembered something important. "I just realized there are a few things I need to grab from the city," she said with a smile. "I'll be quick, I promise." Link nodded, and Zelda set off, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Before she left, Zelda noticed the clothes Link had thrown into his bag. With a gentle smile, she began to sort through them, her heart warming at the sight. "Oh, Link," she thought fondly, "you've always been more concerned with the big picture than the little details." Zelda carefully selected an outfit for him: a blue Henley shirt with a subtly embroidered collar, slim-fit khaki pants, brown leather sneakers, and a light gray jacket. She added a brown leather bracelet and belt, tucking in extra items like a scarf and some snacks. With everything ready, Zelda set off to get dressed. When she returned, she was dressed in her regal ceremonial outfit: a royal white dress with gold accents, a golden belt, and matching accessories, including a Hylian Crest necklace, elegant earrings, and a delicate golden circlet. Her knee-high white leather boots and sleek "Sheikah Slate" phone completed her look. Link, now dressed in the outfit Zelda had chosen, looked both comfortable and confident. He smiled at her, appreciating her thoughtfulness. "Thanks, Zelda," he said softly. Zelda smiled back, her gaze warm. "I just want to make sure you're taken care of, Link," she replied gently. "You have enough to worry about, so let me handle the little things." Link chuckled. "You always know what I need, even when I don't." "That’s what I’m here for," Zelda said, giving his bag a quick check before setting off with urgency. She leaned down to kiss Link on the head, murmuring, “Be good, sweetie.” Link blushed and looked away, clearly embarrassed by the affectionate gesture. Zelda smiled at his reaction before hurrying away. As she raced toward the city, her heart pounded with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The secret errand she was about to undertake was unlike anything she had done before, but the thought of surprising Link filled her with a sense of anticipation. As she approached the discreet storefront, Zelda felt a flutter of nerves. This was uncharted territory, but she knew deep down that it was the right thing to do. Pushing open the door, she stepped inside, her senses immediately enveloped by the soft fabrics and whimsical designs. Zelda’s eyes scanned the shelves, taking in the array of adult onesies and diapers. Some were adorned with playful patterns, while others exuded a more subtle elegance. Her fingers traced the soft material, imagining how they would feel against Link’s skin. Biting her lip, Zelda carefully selected a few options, her mind racing with the possibilities. There was a special train conductor-themed onesie set that she knew Link would adore. Zelda couldn’t help but imagine Link’s face lighting up with delight at the sight of it, and she knew she had to have it. Beside the onesie, Zelda spotted a discreet diaper bag, its neutral colors and sleek design perfect for her own needs. It even came with all the supplies she would need to diaper Link, except for a changing mat, and two adult pacifiers—a sleek gray Baby Wolf pacifier with a small image of a baby wolf on the shield, and a plain pink one as a bonus. Biting her lip, she added it to the growing pile in her cart, her heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The “Baby Boy” inscription on the gray pacifier’s handle made her smile, a detail that felt just right. Just then, Zelda’s eyes landed on the perfect changing mat—a Rearz Barnyard design. It featured a bright, cheerful farmyard scene on a soft, light green background, with a special emphasis on horses. The mat was adorned with cute, cartoon-style farm animals, but the horses stole the show with their friendly faces, large, gentle eyes, and soft, flowing manes. Some were shown trotting playfully, while others stood calmly in the field, their shades of brown and white adding charm to the scene. “This would be perfect for Link and his love of horses,” Zelda mused. “If only it looked like his dream horse.” The thought reminded her of another place she needed to visit, and with a renewed sense of purpose, she added the changing mat to her cart along with the diaper bag and onesie. Zelda's gaze then fell upon the adult diapers, and she paused, her expression softening. She knew that this was a sensitive topic, but her love for Link outweighed any hesitation. With a gentle touch, she initially selected a pack of cute, boyish ones, her mind racing with the implications. Suddenly, Zelda felt a pang of worry. What if Link was uncomfortable with this? What if he didn’t understand her intentions? Biting her lip, she hesitated, the uncertainty gnawing at her. She imagined how he might react, and a new idea formed in her mind. Instead of sticking with a pack of identical diapers, she decided to create a mix that might make Link feel more at ease. Carefully, she selected a variety pack of ten diapers. Eight were chosen with Link in mind: a Little King diaper, a Baby Parade diaper, two Barnyard diapers, a Little Paws diaper, and a Teddy Kiddo diaper, and lastly, two other special ones that would add a unique twist to the mix. She thought the variety might make the situation feel less daunting to him. To further ease any tension, Zelda decided to pick out some onesies as well. She added three more to the mix for Link. One was clearly babyish—a baby wolf onesie, soft and playful. Another had a more adult vibe, the Rearz Rebel onesie, with a subtle yet bold design that Link might appreciate. The last onesie she chose was another secret one, designed to add an unexpected twist, much like the secret diapers she had selected. To show that she was willing to share in this experience and make Link feel more comfortable, Zelda also picked out two onesies for herself. One was babyish and playful—a pixel cat onesie that matched her style while still keeping things lighthearted. The other was a more adult set—a Magical Onesie Mint-Green Set from LFB—that could be worn in public, much like Link's Conductor Onesie set. She hoped this would make Link feel more comfortable knowing that she, too, was involved in this journey with him. To complete the set, Zelda also chose two diapers for herself: a NorthShore pink diaper and a Lil Bella diaper from Rearz. These delicate, feminine designs would complement the onesies she picked, further demonstrating her commitment to sharing in this experience with Link. She hoped that by involving herself in the process, it would make the situation feel less daunting and more like something they could face together. With these carefully chosen items in hand, Zelda felt a bit more confident, though the worry still lingered in the back of her mind. She hoped that these thoughtful additions would help ease Link into this new experience, making it something they could embrace together. As she approached the counter, Zelda's heart pounded in her chest. The cashier greeted her with a warm smile, and she felt a sense of relief wash over her. Zelda completed the transaction, her hands trembling slightly as she exited the store. Once in her car, she carefully hid the bag in a secret compartment. As she settled into the driver’s seat, a memory from a month ago flashed through her mind: she had asked her good friend Romani, a senior at Build-A-Bear, to create a special stuffed animal for Link. Early this morning, Romani had called to let her know the stuffed animal was ready. Snapping back to the present, Zelda pulled out her phone and called Romani to confirm she was on her way to Build-A-Bear. After the call, she drove to the store, her excitement palpable. Upon arriving at Build-A-Bear, Zelda admired the shop’s vibrant interior as she entered. She asked an employee to fetch Romani, her friend and a key figure at the store. While she waited, Zelda continued to admire the various stuffed animals and caught sight of the adoption certificate area. Intrigued, she started to fill out a certificate with a horse illustration, pausing right before writing the name of the stuffed animal. Romani soon appeared, carrying a special plush. Zelda's eyes widened in amazement as she saw the stuffed horse. It was a soft, huggable toy with a chestnut-brown body, bright blue eyes, a fluffy white mane and tail, and black fabric hooves detailed with white cuffs. The plush even had a subtle earthy scent, adding to its comforting presence. Zelda was deeply impressed by how well Romani had captured the essence of Link's beloved Epona. Romani then revealed some exciting features. "I scented it with an earthy aroma, knowing it's Link's favorite," she said. "And there's something special I added—a feature I wasn't sure I could pull off." Zelda's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Are you talking about the special feature you mentioned earlier?" "Yes," Romani confirmed. "If you press its right front hoof, it plays Epona's Song—the gentle lullaby you composed and sang for Link to help him sleep. I thought the original version would add a magical and soothing touch." Zelda was touched. "Link will absolutely love it. I owe you something big in the future," she said with a wink. Romani noticed the adoption certificate in Zelda's hand. "Are you going to name it what I think you are?" Zelda smiled warmly. "Yes, Epona—the horse Link dreamed of having." Romani gave a final farewell. "Make sure Link signs the certificate to show he owns it." "I will remember. Thank you again," Zelda said. After leaving Build-A-Bear, she hopped back into her car, carefully stowing the gift in a gift bag and holding onto the certificate in a letter. As she began the drive home, her mind raced with excitement, already imagining Link’s reaction to the special gift. Zelda's anticipation built, ready to see Link's joy when he received Epona.

**A Surprise Weekend Adventure** *Created by Eevee and Little Link* Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/O5qfhgXWlg It was a cool summer Friday morning, the kind that promised a perfect day ahead. Zelda gently shook Link's shoulder, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Link, wake up. I have a surprise for you!" Link blinked, still groggy from sleep, but a warm smile tugged at his lips as he saw the anticipation on Zelda's face. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, his soft, light blue T-shirt crinkling slightly as he moved. The shirt featured a small Triforce emblem over the chest, a playful nod to his adventurous spirit, and was made of breathable cotton, perfect for a comfortable night's sleep. He paired the T-shirt with matching gray shorts, which had an elastic waistband for a snug but comfortable fit. The shorts were made from the same soft material as the T-shirt, allowing for easy movement. His outfit was completed with cozy, slip-on slippers shaped like small wolves, adding a fun touch to his relaxed look. The slippers were plush and padded, keeping his feet warm as he prepared to start the day. "A surprise, huh? What is it?" Zelda's smile widened as she handed him a small envelope. She was dressed in a soft lavender bedtime dress that flowed to her ankles, accented with delicate silver lace along the hem and sleeves. A simple silver necklace with a crescent moon pendant rested on her collarbone, matching the small silver studs in her ears. Her golden hair was held back by a thin silver headband, and on her feet, she wore plush white slippers with a small silver bow at the front. "Open it!" Link carefully opened the envelope and pulled out a train ticket, his eyes widening in surprise. "A train ticket? Are we going somewhere?" "Yes!" Zelda exclaimed. "I've arranged for us to visit the train museum in the country. I know how much you've been wanting to go, and I thought it would be the perfect weekend trip." Link's face lit up with childlike wonder, and he pulled Zelda into a tight hug. "Zelda, this is amazing! I can't believe you did this for me." Zelda wrapped her arms around him, reveling in the joy radiating from him. "I wanted to do something special for you. You're always so thoughtful and caring, and I thought this would be a wonderful way to spend the weekend together." The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of fresh grass and the distant sounds of a world just waking up. Link and Zelda, now filled with excitement for the days ahead, quickly began preparing for their adventure.

This story is now finished, so congratulations, new readers, you'll be able to finish without needing to wait for any further updates from me. There are, however, some things you should be aware before you begin. For first time readers, you should know that this story is a part of another one that I'm currently writing, All My Mother's Rules, covering the backstory of Lisa. The stories can be read in either order. You can start with this one first, or, if you choose to start with All My Mother's Rules, you'll be re-directed back to this story when necessary. A note from me to avoid some confusion. Lisa changes her name from Annabelle to Lisa at the conclusion of this story. (I've removed that name twist and kept her name as Lisa throughout when I've updated and posted the story elsewhere. I'm leaving that element here with this note so there isn't any confusion about her character). Synopsis: Annabelle, a teenage girl with a troubled past and trouble with keeping her pants dry, must confront what has been done to her if she is to begin a new life, one that she hopes will allow her to eventually be free from diapers. Content warning: This is a messed-up story. If profanity, violence, and references to suicide are off-putting, you probably shouldn’t read it. Note: I initially wrote this story under the MinnesotaWriter username, which I have since updated to AB_DeLane to be consistent with my pen name on Amazon and the other sites I post stories on. ----- Chapter 1: Therapy Session Present time My legs wobbled slightly as I followed the therapist down the hospital hallway and into her office. Even though a month had passed after the incident, standing for any length of time quickly tired me out, and walking was so much worse. To be fair, I had been offered a wheelchair, but I had turned it down. It wasn't as if I was too embarrassed or prideful to use the wheelchair, but the thought of being constrained... well, that just wasn't going to happen. Not now. Not again. Not ever. My therapist, Miss Amanda, said the room was private. I wasn't inclined to believe her. There was one of those one-way windows installed on the wall. She said it was only used for other clients, like if there was a parent or guardian that needed to be involved. I don't have any of those, well, at least not anymore. Though tiny, the room wasn't so small that it felt constraining. The room was muted, with only few splashes of color. A light-brown leather couch with a couple of bright, plush pillows sat along the wall opposite the fake window. The far wall had a large, flatscreen TV inside of a wood cabinet. "Annabelle, you can take a seat over there," Amanda said, motioning to the couch with her hand. The therapist took a seat herself in a swivel chair that was next to the far end of the couch. The binder Amanda was carrying remained closed. I wondered what it said about me in it. To be more accurate, I worried about what it said about me. In the first few days after the incident, I had talked a lot. Maybe I'd said more than I should have. Probably. But I had thought for once that I would have been believed. I'm still not sure if they do, or, if this therapy session is some sort of test or trick to discover what actually took place. I'm sure the transcripts of those initial interviews are in her binder. There's no way they would have let Amanda begin her first day as my therapist without providing her with that information. I tried to remember everything I had told them. It's not as if I hadn't been truthful, but I wasn't certain yet that I wanted to reveal any more than I already had. I fidgeted on the couch, but that was more due to my nerves being uncomfortable, not my bottom. It would, however, be inaccurate to describe the couch itself as comfortable, even if I didn't happen to be uncomfortable sitting on it. There are few benefits to being incontinent but having what is essentially a portable pillow for your butt is one of them. So, while the cushioning in the couch may have been lacking, the padding in the diaper I had taped on beneath my dress more than made up for it. Amanda opened the binder and began to peruse it silently without saying anything. I didn't get it. Was this some kind of trick into getting me to talk? All I knew about therapists was from what I'd seen on TV, which is to say, I didn't know much. Well fine. Staying silent was my modus operandi so why should I give a shit? A few minutes passed before Amanda looked up from the binder to talk to me. "Do you understand why we are having this conversation?" Amanda asked. Because some judge is worried that I might be a danger to society. That isn't what I said to Amanda though. I just shrugged nonchalantly. "Let's start by talking about how you're feeling right now." Talk about my feelings? Since when has anyone given two fucks, let alone a single one, about my feelings? "I... um... I... I don't know." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Everything made sense in my head. The thoughts and words flowed seamlessly together. I knew exactly how I felt right now. Despite my ongoing efforts to repress those thoughts, Amanda's innocuous question had brought them forward again. I'm lonely after being in the hospital for a month with basically no visitors besides the doctors and nurses who have been caring for me. I'm embarrassed because even though I'm fourteen, I've never been able to move on from needing to wear diapers. And I'm confused, because a month ago I wanted to end my life, and now I want to live, but I have no clue as to what the future could possibly look like for me. But it all became a jumbled mess the moment I began to speak. I closed my mouth, shut my eyes, and curled up in a ball on my couch. Maybe going to juvie instead of this wouldn't be so bad after all. With my eyes closed and my mind all wrapped up in my own thoughts, I didn't notice that Amanda had taken a seat on the couch until she was sitting next to me with her arm tight around my shoulder. "You know what, why don't we do something different. It's only the first session after all." I opened my eyes and nodded, though I didn't turn to look at her. "Do you like to play videogames?" "I don't know." "Annabelle, you need to help me out a little. I'm sure you know if you like video games or not. And if you don't, that's OK. We can find something else to do." How I am supposed to explain to her that I had never been allowed to play videogames? Well, besides that one time. I felt really embarrassed. "But I don't know if I like them." "Why not?" "I.. I wasn't allowed to..." My voice trailed off into a stutter, and I felt Amanda's hand rubbing my shoulder. "Why weren't you allowed to play videogames?" The laughter started with a brief giggle, but I couldn't get it under control. In a few seconds I was laughing so hard that I was crying. This situation wasn't supposed to be funny, but the absurdity and irony of it was more than I could deal with. I gave a better explanation to Amanda a minute later when I finally managed to compose myself. "She said video games caused kids to be violent. You know, Columbine and all that stuff." "I don't think there is much truth to that," Amanda said. "Humans started being violent long before video games were invented. I'll get the Wii set up and we can play for a bit, OK?" Curious, I peaked over Amanda's shoulder as she knelt next to the TV cabinet and got the gaming system plugged in. My excitement to give it a try overpowered my cynicism that this was just a ploy Amanda was using to get on my good side. I mean, I knew that the cynic in me was right, but I wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. Amanda handed me the two remotes – Wiimotes, she called them. It was such as stupid pun that it made me giggle again. She started a bowling game on the Wii. Just another thing I'd never done before. After a few gutter balls to start, and one time where I threw the bowling ball backwards and scared all the Miis into jumping, I began to get the hang of it and even managed to pull off a couple of strikes. But the fun was over as quickly as it began. Amanda turned off the TV and placed the controls back in the cabinet. I knew she would be expecting me to be more talkative this time around, but I still wasn't ready for that. "Can I slip out to the restroom?" Amanda gave me a look. I guess her binder did have all my medical information in it as well. I shuffled my feet. Couldn't she just let me get away with saying I needed to go to the restroom? Why did I need to specify that I needed to do it to change my diaper? "To change myself," I added. "Can you wait until we're done?" Amanda asked, clearly feeling like she didn't want to interrupt the momentum she had gained from our gaming session. Why does everyone always assume that having a diaper on means that I can wait forever to go to the bathroom? Like, do they not get that it can be uncomfortable sitting in a wet or messy diaper, or that it will leak or smell if I wait too long? "Well, it might leak." That threat of having to deal with urine all over her couch was more than enough to get Amanda to give me permission to go to the restroom. I grabbed my backpack and slipped out into the hallow to a restroom that was a few doors down. It was a one-person family restroom, always nice for times when I need to change a diaper. I took a seat on the toilet without bothering to raise the lid. I slid my shorts down to my ankles and pulled my ankle-length dress up to my waist. The wetness indicator on the diaper had barely changed. I still hadn't gotten quite used to the new brand of diapers I switched to when I arrived at the hospital. They were more absorbent than I was accustomed to, so sometimes it was hard for me to determine if I needed to change myself without actually taking a look at the diaper. I decided that I didn't need to change myself quite yet. The diaper was slightly wet, but it will more than make it through the rest of the therapy session without any leaks. But the trip to the restroom served a second purpose. It gave me a mental break that I desperately needed. I figured I could at least take my time. It's not like Amanda knows how long it takes to change a diaper. This past month hadn't gone like I had imaged it would. Sure, I had escaped from her, but in my imagination, that had always been the moment where everything in the universe finally fell back in order for me. While I couldn't deny that my life had improved slightly, this still wasn't the life that I dreamed of. I paced back and forth across the restroom. It only took me four steps to go from one wall to the other. I already knew the question Amanda was going to ask when I returned. It wasn't so much that the truth was a problematic answer, but that there was so much to say that I didn't know where to begin. Amanda was seated in the swivel chair and reading through the binder when I returned to the therapy room. Without saying anything, I took a seat on the far end of the couch from her. "Annabelle, are you ready to begin?" No. I'm not at all ready. But does that matter? Not one bit. I stared at my hands as I picked at one of my fingernails. "Annabelle," she said again, sounding a bit impatient. I kept on ignoring her. "Annabelle, look at me. You need to be treating this seriously. You did tell the judge that you agreed to do this." I didn't agree to do shit. When presented with a choice between going through therapy or being sent to juvenile detention, was there really, actually, a choice to be made? "Would you rather just get right to the point?" Amanda asked, gently, but firmly. I relented and nodded silently, waiting for Amanda to continue. "Let's talk about why you tried to kill your mother."

I'm new to all this, but here's a story that actually is based on another story that I read. It stuck in my mind, and I started to develop the story further in my head, coming to the point where I hade to start writing things down. A huge thanks to the author of the original Swedish story "Ella och Mormor". I sincerely hope that it's okej for me to take off where you started! As I'm not a native speaker in English, so there might be a few misspelled words and confused sentence construction - but I hope it's readable anyway. All comments and suggestions are welcome. ___ Part 1 - An unexpected welcome Ella woke early to the sun streaming through her window and past the curtains. Waking up with the sun in her eyes wasn't exactly her favourite thing, but it looked like it was going to be a really nice and sunny summers day, so it was still hard to get annoyed. The fact that she woke up so early didn't matter much either, because today she was going to visit her grandmother, and if you didn't want to arrive too late, you'd have to leave quite early. Ella and her grandmother had a bit of a tradition going, that went back as far as Ella could remember - her going to Grandma's for a few weeks during the summer holidays. Even though it was now two or three years since the last time it happened, it could still be considered a bit of a tradition. Couldn't it? She had packed everything she could possibly need for a few summery weeks away from home. In the bag were shorts, tank tops, thicker sweaters for the evening, bikinis, jeans, panties and bras as well as a lot of other things you might need in the form of toiletry bags, chargers etc etc. The last thing she packed was her old pyjamas. Although the pajamas were a bit worn and far too childish for her age, it was still tradition for her to have them at grandma's. She had received the pajamas as a birthday present quite a few years ago, and already in those days it might have been a little too childish for her, with cute flowers on the pants and with the matching pink tank top. But thanks to the fact that Ella was quite slim, the pyjamas still fit just fine, even though she had become a bit more developed around the bum and breasts in recent years. It was just a little tighter, and the legs were maybe a bit short. As everything she'd seen indicated that it would become a hot day, and traveling by bus require quite comfortable clothes, Ella put on a pair of denim shorts and a black tight top. With her new sandals on her feet, she hugged her parents goodbye, picked up her bag and walked away with tense anticipation down towards the bus that would take her the first bit of the journey to grandma's. Grandma lived in a big house by the sea, with only a few old summer cottages nearby. It was maybe a twenty minute drive to the nearest supermarket and another twenty to the nearest town. There, in the house by the sea, Ella had played with the other children of the summer guests, bathed and cycled a few weeks a year, for as long as she could remember. The dust from the dirt road and the smell of juice and grandma's cinnamon buns were in her memory mixed with doing puzzles and playing cards in front of the fireplace, on rainy days. The journey to Grandma's is quite long and requires at least two changes of busses. First from her own local bus down at the bus terminal to a long-distance bus across the country, and then again to a smaller local bus which, for the last hour, has slowly been making its way out to the coast and Grandma's. She is practically alone on the last bus, which meanders through the farms and milk pallets of the coastal landscape. Ella, who is a bit of a dreamer, has let her mind wander off to all the summers she's travelled this road to the coast. She fondly remembers all the weeks spent in the big house by the sea. How grandma usually really spoils her with good food and warm care. She is really looking forward to this. When the bus finally stops at her destination and it's time to get off, the clock has already begun to approach dinner time. Grandmother stands at the bus stop waiting and happily greets her grandchild with a big hug. -Hey Ella, how nice to see you again and how big you've become, grandma laughs happily. Did the bus trip go well? -Hey grandma! Yes, it did, but it's a bit boring on such a long bus ride! - Well, luckily then, that you won't have to get back on it for a few weeks! laughs grandma. She takes Ella's bag in one hand and takes Ella herself in an arm hook with the other. They chat as they walk the old gravel road between the fields up towards grandma's house. Grandma pointing out which cottages are rented out and when the various summer guests are expected to arrive. - So there might be one or two other children to play with, Grandma winks. -Play? laughs Ella. It had been a while since I played with the other children around here. But maybe there is someone to go swimming or sunbathing with? The house is big and red with white knots, and the garden looks almost exactly as Ella remembers it. The hammock and the lilac arbor. The flagpole. The old guesthouse. Everything is where it should be, and nothing seems to have changed in the years since she was last here. The hum of the bumblebees from the lilacs is almost hypnotic. The garden opens up down towards the sea, which is only about hundred meters away, but is otherwise surrounded by a hedge towards the road and the forest on the other last side. Grandma is leading the way up the stairs to the front porch and opens the door with a creak. When they enter, she immediately carries Ella's bag into the guest room, and sets it up on the stool by the wall and opens it. Ella remains standing on the glass porch and admires the view out towards the sea, and only in the corner of her eye sences how grandma starts unpacking Ella's things and, as usual, sorts them into the second drawer in the large chest of drawers. Ella wakes up from her reverie and takes off her sandals, which she places in the shoe rack in the hall. - It's just as well to change into your nightwear right now, isn't it, Ella, darling?, grandmother shouts out towards the hall. -Traditions are meant to be kept, she also adds with a small laugh. Ella comes in and accepts the pajamas that Grandma offers her and starts unbuttoning the shorts while Grandma goes out and starts rummaging through one of the closets in the hall. Ella glances a little tensely out towards the hall and listens. It thumps a bit like cupboards and drawers being opened and closed, and then there's a bit of just about too familiar rustling. Traditions are meant to be kept, Ella quotes in her head, while there is a churning feeling in her stomach. She knows exactly what that means. There is one more tradition, which has not yet been mentioned, and it is a little more unusual. Every time Ella has been sleeping over at grandma's, grandma put her in a diaper from the first night on. It is a tradition that Ella has never questioned and which has only continued year after year. At first it was of course because Ella peed the bed and needed it, but unlike at home, she was allowed to wear a diaper all day at grandma's. When she later stopped wetting the bed and thus also stopped wearing diapers at night at home, it only continued at grandma's. Diaper from when first you arrived, and then in the morning if the diaper was dry it was left on, or if it was wet it was changed. The diaper had been wet in the morning on more that one occasion. As recently as three years ago, the "tradition" was still the same. But this time, however, Ella had thought that even grandma would have forgotten about it, or finally realized that she had grown far too big for diapers, and that she wouldn't have to wear them. Ella's musings are interrupted, however, by Grandma coming back into the room and as expected she has a few diapers in one hand and an empty diaper package, which says Luvs and a big number six, in the other. - There weren't many left in the package, Ella, darling. But there's still enough for one now, and then we'll see if we have to change to a new one for the night or tomorrow morning. So, we'll have to make sure to buy new diapers right away tomorrow. -But grandma..., begins Ella in her sweetest tone. Don't you think I'm a little bit to old for that? I mean, at home I haven't had to wear a diaper in years - not even at night - and I don't think I need to here either. - What are you saying?, Grandma laughs. Shall we break the tradition that we've had since you were little? -Yes, so..., Ella tries. -Out of the question! interrupts Grandma. It is the tradition that you are my sweet little granddaughter that I get to spoil when you are here with me, and I don't intend to break that tradition! Stop fooling around now and lie down on the bed and you'll see that you'll feel much better once we get the diaper properly on you. Ella realizes that the race is over. Since she's basically never protested before, it's hardly going to help now. She knows exactly how this will go, because she's been through it so many times before. It's actually rather silly, and almost laughable, she thinks. But at the same time, it's not that much of an issue, but rather a fairly harmless game between her and granny. Plus, it's a bit cozy to be pampered - pun intended. A tingling sensation of tension begins to sprout in her stomach. Ella unbuttons her shorts and lies back on the bed, with her knees up and her feet right on the edge of the bed, as she always used to do. Grandma slowly helps her off with the shorts and panties, folds the shorts and puts them in the suitcase. - I throw these panties in the washer, she says and smiles at Ella. It's not like you'll be using that many panties during these weeks, anyway. Then everything goes by the usual routine. A routine which in and of itself has not been carried out for several years, but one which they are both very familiar with and which over the years has turned more and more into a ritual. Ella lifts her bottom a little, so Grandma can insert the diaper under her and hold out the tapes on the sides, after which Ella puts her bottom down again and feels a distantly familiar sensation of the fluffy diaper rustling under her bottom. Grandma quietly hums a song to herself while she makes sure the diaper fits correctly. Then she dusts her with a little baby powder, which spreads a familiar, lightly perfumed scent in the room, and folds up the front of the diaper. She has to stretch the sides a fair bit to be able to attach the tapes to the front of the diaper, but after a few adjustments she is satisfied and presses the tapes down with her thumbs. -These diapers are really starting to get a bit tight on you, now that you've gotten a little bigger. - Yes, I've tried to tell you that I've grown a little too old, Ella says with a shy smile. -Don't try, young girl. You won't get away that easily. Tomorrow, we'll buy you a bit bigger diapers, Grandma says, glancing at the six-pack, which now only contains two diapers. The old ones we have left in the other drawer will probably be best left in reserve. Ella knows which diapers are in reserve. The last time she was here, they ran out of the usual diapers, and then Ella had to have one of the old reserves for the last evening and morning. They are the old school type with a rectangular separate diaper and a PVC tie-on that are tied at the sides. Then grandma suddenly pulls the old pyjama pants over her feet, and then she has to lift her bottom again so they can be pulled into place over the diaper. As Ella sits up on the edge of the bed, Grandma pulls the black top over her head, quickly replacing it with the pink tank top that belongs to the pyjamas, before turning and walking out towards the kitchen. In her hand she has Ella's panties, which are to be sent to the laundry basket. It's probably the last time I'll see a pair of panties for a couple of weeks, Ella thinks to herself. She stands up and glances quickly at the image in the mirror that hangs over the old dresser in the guest room, and sure enough, you can just about perceive the diaper's bulge under the pyjama pants, both in front and back. Ella moves a little and pulls the edge of the diaper a little, so that it fits better and more like she remembers. Maybe time for new pyjamas? Out in the kitchen, it is now time to start cooking and grandma is rattling pots and ladles. Ella carefully paws her way out into the kitchen and is a little surprised at how familiar everything feels, even though she hasn't experienced it in years. The wooden floor underfoot. The creak from the stairs. The slightly tight and too short pyjama. The diaper that is hugging her between her legs and up over the bum. The diaper doesn't quite reach the lower part of her back, as she remembers it used to, as it stops just above her buttocks, but that's probably because she got a little too big. - Well, there you are, says grandmother. I thought you were stuck in front of that mirror, as usual. If you cut the vegetables there, on the cutting board there - don't cut yourself on the knife, it's sharp - then I'll get started on the meat. -Of course, grandma, Ella answers and starts chopping onions and cutting carrots. The bench is a little high and she almost has to stand on tiptoe to be able to cut the vegetables the right way. But soon everything is in the pot and grandma brings a big glass of lemonade for Ella and a cup of coffee for herself. Thirty minutes, lots of talking and laughing, and two more glasses of lemonade later, dinner is ready and they sit down at the table. Grandma starts with the usual questioning: "how's school going?", "have you met a guy, yet?" and "What are your plans for the future?" and Ella is doing her best to balance being honest with her grandmother but not too honest to the point of worrying her, while she's chomping down on a hearty portion of the meat stew and has almost completely forgotten about the diaper. But after another half hour of eating and talking, when Ella leans back full and satisfied, she feels how all that lemonade is starting to make her feel a bit needy. She knew this moment would come. She knows after her first attempt to persuade grandma that she shouldn't need to wear a diaper, that there's no point in excusing herself to go to the toilet. So, she instead tries to relax the way she usually does here. It's a bit difficult if you're not used to doing it at the dinner table, in the middle of a conversation. But three glasses of lamonade is soon doing it's magic and she feels the warm pee starting to seep out. She is utterly surprised by how easy and natural it is to pee herself at grandma's house. She feels the vaguely familiar feeling like so many times before here, how the diaper fills up and how it swells a little between the legs and up towards the bum. They continue talking for a good while before Grandma glances at the clock and exclaims in surprise: - Oh, look at how the time flies, it's almost 11 pm! You who have had such a long journey are probably tired and want to sleep. - Yes, the journey out here doesn't get shorter just because you're older, Ella says and yawns a little. -Then we'll put this away and then it's probably time for good night, says grandma and gets up. Together they clean the table and then grandma arranges the food to go back into the fridge, while it is Ella's job to clear the dishwasher. When she reaches up to put a couple of cups on a shelf, Grandma sees that there is a small dark spot on the back of Ella's butt, just to the right of where the diaper is barely visible under the fabric. - Oh no, Ella, I think we've hade a little leak, she says putting a hand on the back of the diaper judging the amount of leakage. Yes, it has leaked. That's just another sign that we need to buy slightly bigger diapers. But it would seem it was lucky that we put one on you? Let's take the trousers off so we can wash them during the night. It doesn't matter if you go around here with just your nappy on. Ella blushes deeply. She hadn't noticed herself that she'd leaked a little. It could only be a few drops, she thinks, but it's still a bit embarrassing, and god how small she feels when grandma is the one who discovers that she's peed herself, and that it's leaked. Grandma helps her off with the pajama pants, which Ella obediently steps out of. - Go brush your teeth while I turn on the washing machine, she says while giving Ella a pat on the back of the diaper. - Grandma! complains Ella, trying to wave grandma's hand away. But she takes her toiletry kit from her bag and paws off to the large bathroom on the ground floor. The sensation of the diaper is even bigger now that she has nothing on over it. It kind of slides down a little over the butt and hangs a little heavily between the legs. The bathroom is covered with old green tiles and a black and white checkered floor. A large clawfoot tub and modern shower is at one end and a large dresser with mirror and sink at the other. She turns to the image in the large mirror over the sink that shows the entire bathroom in all its glory, and stops at the first sight. Ella barely recognizes herself. She doesn't look her age at all, standing in a childish tank top and with a clearly wet baby diaper sagging between her legs. Ella puts toothpaste on the brush and starts brushing, after which she turns back to the mirror. She carefully feels the front of the diaper and turns and mirrors her back. She spits out the toothpaste, rinses her mouth and takes two tassels from her toiletry bag. A little wit puts her hair up so that she gets a tassel on each side and reflects herself again. Now she looks even younger, if possible, and knowing that this will make grandma super happy, she leaves the bathroom. Grandma is already waiting in the guest room. She has pulled down the curtians, turned on the bedside lamp and set a small garbage can on the floor next to the door. On the half-folded bedspread there is already a pack of wet wipes, a can of powder and a new dry diaper folded up. - OH, but Ella, you're so cute with tassels in your hair, exclaims grandma while giving Ella a short hug. She puts her hands on Ella's shoulders and continues: You are just as sweet as you have always been to me. It's not that big of a deal wearing diapers at grandma's, as long as only we know, is it? - No, maybe it isn't? It actually felt quite nice not having to run to the toilet in the middle of dinner. - How nice that you feel that way, Ella, darling. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. Lay down on the bed now and we'll make sure to get the night diaper on before you jump into bed. This thing about night diapers versus day diapers is something that Ella has only heard here at grandma's house. The night nappy has always been a real tape nappy, while the day nappy has varied quite a bit over the years. Sometimes it has been pullups and sometimes the same tape diaper as at night. But at night it has always been a tape diaper. Preferably the thickest one grandma could find. Ella lies down on the bed again with her knees up and her heels at the edge of the bed, and grandma habitually pulls of the tapes to take off her diaper, before throwing it in the trash. Ella yawns again and has to lift her bottom a little, all the while getting a little cold in her neither parts when the diaper is taken away. Grandma cleanses her thoroughly with wet wipes and then it's time again for Ella to lift her bottom, the baby powder is sprinkled and spreads its faintly perfumed scent, and finally the dry diaper tapes is attached to the front of the diaper. Granny starts looking for the pyjama pants with her eyes before she seems to remember that they are in the washing machine. - The pants are in the machine, do you want panties over the diaper or would you rather sleep with it as it is? - I can sleep in just the diaper and a shirt, Ella answered. It's quite hot. - It will be fine, and then the trousers will be clean and dry by tomorrow morning. By the way, I found this old box of things when I was cleaning, Grandma says, reaching for a box next to the bed. It's your old stuff from when you were smaller and slept here. In the box is a doll, toys, teddy bears and all sorts of things that little girls like to play with. Grandma picks up piece after piece and talks away about what Ella liked and didn't like, what her favourites were and where she bought one thing and another. Finally, she finds a semi-transparent plastic jar from which a small pink pacifier falls out. - I remember that one, says Ella and reaches for the pacifier, but grandma is faster. - It's been a really long time since you stopped using these, says grandma. She still holds the pacifier out of Ella's reach and looks at her meaningfully. - It's been a long time since I stopped wearing diapers too, Ella counters quickly and laughs a little. - You're right about that, Grandma replies and gives her the pacifier. Besides, it goes quite nice with the tassels, the tank top and the cute diaper. Ella accepts the pacifier, looks at it thoughtfully for a few moments and then nimbly puts it in her mouth. The feeling is almost overwhelming but not completely unfamiliar and certainly not unpleasant. The rubber against the palate and the shield against the lips is surprisingly pleasant. She wiggles it back and forth in her mouth a few times before she finds the accustomed movements. She smiles big at grandma behind the pacifier before taking it out and giving it back. Grandma puts the pacifier on the bedside table. -No you little girl, now it really is time for you to sleep. She hugs Ella goodnight before hugging her and kissing her on the forehead. -Sleep well, Ella, see you tomorrow. -Good night grandma. Grandma turns off the light and walks out the door, but leaves a small gap ajar so that the light of the small hall lamp can find its way into the corner of the room. Ella turns around and accidentally puts a hand on the diaper. The dry warmth between the legs and up over her bottom feels indescribably safe and familiar. She runs her finger along the edge of the diaper and slowly drifts off to sleep with a big smile on her face.

I woke up with a feeling of something being massaged on my pussy, I cant move away from it as my arms and legs are cuffed to the bed like they are everynight. I crane my neck up to see what’s going on and I see daddy untapped my diaper and was rubbing a gel into me. The paci gag he put on me before bed didn’t allow me to ask what was going on, I think those were his intentions. Next he put a clamp on each of my nipples, I let out a whimper into my gag for each one. Daddy then pulls out a fan and a magic want and applies both to my diaper area and I discovered the gel he put on me was KY jelly. Every sense was hitting me at once first thing in the moment I didn’t stand a chance and had an immediate explosive orgasm daddy continued to press the wand into me as I was shaking. It was about 5 minutes of the continued wand and fan I realize this wasn’t for pleasure this was for punishment. I try to rack my brain to think what I had done the day before to upset him but with the wand constantly pressed into my sensitive area and my nipples tender I couldn’t think of anything I was overstimulated in every way. After about 15 more minutes of daddy playing with me and his tools he taped my diaper back up but stuck the magic wand in there and I heard him leave to take a shower. With the wand not being as active allowed me to calm down enough to think about what I’ve done to upset daddy before he takes the gag off so I can properly apologize. I go through my memories in a panic and remember how proud daddy was of me for having a wet diaper yesterday morning and how I needed to start having them more often. Daddy wakes up before me and checks me everyday to see if I was dry for the night and after a year of living with him he was hoping I’d lost more control and he’s disappointed. When daddy comes back he puts locking mittens on me rendering my hands useless before he uncuffs my wrists and then undoes my gag and hands me a bottle. After all my sleeping and crying I’m so thirsty and down the bottle in seconds, I hope it makes him happy I did that. “Well little girl” he says to me sternly. “I’m sorry I’m still holding it in the night sir, I’m trying I promise!” I whine and know that was the wrong move so I try and smooth it over “thank you for correcting me daddy” He looked at me with one eyebrow up and said “mhm” he grabbed the wand and said one more and started pressing it into me kissing me passionately. I still had my ankles cuffed and used my mitted hands to hold me up in a sitting position while I made out with daddy and he played with the wand. After my 4th orgasm of the morning and daddy was sufficed I did enough shaking from the orgasm he removed the wand and tightened my diaper. He uncuffed my ankles but kept my nipple clamps on and I didn’t want to ask when they were to be removed. We went to the kitchen and I still had my mittens so Daddy was feeding me this morning too. As he was forcing too big of bites of pancakes in my mouth he told me “your getting an enema after this” I tried to hide my disappointment as much as I could. “If you keep holding in your pee’s and poopies daddy is going to get it out one way or another” I gulped the last of my pancakes the next he gave me was applesauce but he moved around the spoon too much making it knock everywhere all over me. The applesauce kept spilling on my boobs and daddy would continue to clean it everytime there was a spill causing my sensitive nipples to weep. One point one of the clamps came off from the cleaning and daddy had to put it back on and it hurt so bad I let out a painful yelp. After I did that daddy kissed me there and it really made me feel much better he really cares for me. After breakfast I’m led to my pillory and lower myself into place and daddy closes it shut locking it and then securing locking my ankles into place. He untaps the one side of my diaper and lowers it I brace myself for an enema insert but instead I feel a hard smack on my bottom. I wail out in pain not expecting a spanking too, I start crying right away as daddy continues to bring the paddle down on my exposed butt. “Your so worried about having a dry butt how about a hot butt in a messy diaper, how about we do this everyday, huh??” I try to respond to daddy between sobs of crying, he finally ends my spanking when my bottom turned a shade of red he felt I deserved. I sat in the pillory sobbing with my exposed red bum while daddy whistled and got an enama together for me. He was gentle when inserting it into my sore butt and rubbed my butt as the enema was being administered but he didn’t put any cream on me probably because this was a punishment. After I took the full bag and held it for as long as he thought I should he released it and it took a few minutes and I let out a big fart and immediately turn red. Daddy looks at me sternly and says “there better me more than that” with that he dropped his pants and started getting hard. Daddy came over to the front of the pillory where I was still crying and presented himself so I took his hard dick in my mouth as he thrusted the pillory. I had so much to expel and I wanted to focus on cleaning myself out to make sure the enema worked but wanted daddy to have his dick sucked properly. I finished the enema but daddy still had to finish so I kept at it as he called me a messy girl and swatted my newly filled diaper. After the pillory daddy finally removed my nipple clamps and put me in a loose onesie without a bra allowing my sensitive nipples to have a break. We went to the livingroom and he turned on a movie he had been wanting to see while I laid on his lap and he stroked my diapered butt and crotch.

A few years ago, an author posted quite a few installments of a story based in a setting of their own creation and invited others to write stories in that setting as well. It apparently never caught on, but I found it extremely intriguing. So, I figured I'd pen such a tale and post chapters of it here. I tried to recap the gist of the setting itself so readers wouldn't have to hunt down the original story. I hope you enjoy it. CHAPTER 1 Today marks the third anniversary of my parents relocating to Preston, Kansas. It was on that day that my life changed forever. How could an almost-eighteen-year-old girl’s life be transformed so completely merely by moving to a new city? Well, that’s kind of a long story. But since you obviously came here to read a story, I’m guessing you won’t mind too much. Settle in and get comfy, because you may be here a while. So, back to my question of how something so minor could create such an upheaval in one’s life. The answer is both simple and complex. You see, Preston’s not exactly what could be defined as a normal Midwestern city. Far from it! I don’t claim to know all the particulars, but here’s what I DO know. Up until about a decade and a half ago, Preston was a town that was circling the drain. It had once been quite a hub of activity, thanks to a major railroad company making it their primary headquarters back in the day. The city picked up even more steam during World War II when its small ammunition plant received a massive government contract and exploded (no pun intended), creating more jobs than ever. But by 2005, the railroad had long since moved their main offices to Texas and the ammunition plant had gone belly-up, leaving behind a city that was a shell of its former self. Jobs were scarce, crime had risen and more citizens abandoned ship with each passing month. Like I said, Preston was circling the drain. That’s when a mysterious man from the deep south came into the picture. His name was Lucas Budd and he was freaking loaded! More cash than anyone could spend in five lifetimes. The rumor goes that he also had government connections in high places. And by that, I mean that practically all the bigwigs owed him for something or he had incriminating dirt on them. Or both. Who knows? The point is that he was able to use money and influence to gain total control of Preston. Total control. Here’s where things start getting crazy, but hang with me, okay? The total control I mentioned went way beyond anything that had been done before. Lucas Budd enacted laws of his own creation that even contradicted the Constitution itself. He must have caught a lot of government folks in the most lurid, illicit affairs imaginable to have pulled this off! He created a Patriarchy-based society that existed solely within the confines of a small city. It was extreme stuff too; not just the way it was in the 1950s. In a nutshell, women had no rights and had to be owned by men. The unowned women were essentially placed in the custody of the city government and, well, it wasn’t pretty. Oh, sure, there were laws that placed limits on what men could do to the women they owned, but that didn’t detract from the sickening fact that women were property. So, Lucas Budd and his family ruled over Preston. By all accounts, Budd comes off as a real charmer. You know the type. Classic Southern gentleman. But it’s all a facade. He’s one fucked up dude. I mean, that’s pretty plain to see, right? Some even claim that he possesses superhuman abilities of some vague nature. Whatever. His wife, Shyla, is some pillar of the community or some such and everyone just adores her. She organizes events, sets up fundraisers, blah, blah, blah. He has kids and a brother too, but I don’t know much about them. Can you see where this is all going? If not, you will momentarily. Now that the stage is set, let’s meet the cast of the fucked up theatrical play that is my life, starting with yours truly, Joella Myers. I used to go exclusively by “Jo”, but I’m no longer allowed that luxury. I really miss it too. It may not sound like much of a big deal to you, but it was an important part of my identity. I was “Jo”. Jo, the fearless tomboy. Jo, the headbanger chick. Jo, the badass who could handle just about anyone in a fight. Jo, the… well, you get the idea. I was a jeans-and-tee-shirt kind of girl and I was happy with that. I found my niche. My parents didn’t care much for all that, though, and attempted to dissuade me whenever they could. Eventually, they gave up, which made my life a lot easier. What can I say? I’m a rebel. Since we’re already on the subject, let’s talk a bit about my parents. My father, Kenneth Myers, was raised in Preston, but his parents headed to the east coast when he was twelve years old. That was in 1992 or so, long before Lucas Budd infected the town with his patriarchal rubbish. Dad did okay for himself, though. He went to community college, which is where he met my mother, and then went on to business school. He managed a clothing store for quite a few years, but left that job when he decided to uproot and move back to Preston. My mother, Lillian Myers, is pretty much the exact opposite of me, in that she’s docile and feminine to the point of it being annoying sometimes. She defers to Dad on almost every matter. Sometimes I think she’d have been better suited to having grown up in the 1950s when women were expected to dote on their husbands and all that nonsense. Still, it’s hard to blame her, as her parents were into gender roles big time. So it was really all she ever knew. She has never worked as far as I’ve ever heard, but she sure keeps one hell of a spotless house. Then, there’s my younger sister, Megan, who’s just one month shy of being three years younger than myself. Megan is a bit more complicated than my parents. On one hand, she’s quite girly like my mother, but on the other hand, she has some of my father’s dominant personality traits. She’s not too big on Patriarchy though, which is her one saving grace in my eyes. Like most siblings, our relationship had its ups and downs when we were young, but when she turned thirteen, my parents decided that she would be left in charge when they were away. That changed our relationship for the worse… and that’s an understatement! Look, I know Megan was the quintessential good girl, always doing “the right thing” (whatever the hell that is) and obeyed every rule my parents instated. And, yeah, I also know that I had gotten into trouble at school prior to their decision, and once even had a cop bring me back home at three o’clock in the morning when a couple of friends and I snuck out of the house after curfew, but come on. She was three years younger than me, for shit’s sake! You can imagine how that rule settled with me. I already had a chip on my shoulder because she was so much taller and more developed than I was. So this was the straw that broke the camel’s back. From then on out, my behavior took a nosedive. In fact, I avoided home as much as possible, especially on weekends. I started hanging out a lot with Byron Kimball, a trans male whose parents were super lax. I went to school with him, though he was in the grade ahead of me. He was super “book smart” and kind of weird. He was into metal and horror flicks too, so we became friends about as soon as he moved to town. My parents didn’t like Byron much. They said his parents should “take a hand” with him and make him live as a girl. I hate that old fashioned mentality so much! So that was my life up until two months before we packed up and moved to Hell. I mean Preston. Same thing. I know what you’re thinking. “There has to be SOME catalyst that caused them to pull up stakes so suddenly.” You’d be right in thinking that and I can’t tell you how many times I wished I could rewind time and do things differently. Without going into all the particulars, I’ll just say that Byron and I ended up at a party that was raided by the police and, well, we were caught. The fact that we were both heavily intoxicated may have had something to do with why they managed to snag us so easily. All hell broke loose when the officers delivered me to my parents’ doorstep only for me to puke in the foyer. I was sent to bed and told that this would be dealt with in the morning. Pretty much standard issue parent crap. Or so I thought. My hungover ass was brought downstairs at the buttcrack of dawn by Megan. Mom and Dad were waiting for me in the living room with their “pissed off and disappointed” faces on. I knew I was in for it, but I had no idea just HOW much I was in for it. They explained that they weren’t going to stand by and watch me send my life into the gutter or some overly dramatic drivel like that. I was on a bad path and yadda, yadda, yadda. That’s when they hit me with the whole Preston thing. I was floored. How could a town like that even exist? We live in the 21st century and women have long since obtained our freedom. They went on to say that there would be big changes in store for us as a family, but that everything would be much better in the long run. They didn’t go into any detail whatsoever and wouldn’t divulge more no matter how much I pried. They kept everything under wraps for a couple of months. All I knew was that we were going to be moving to a town that strips women of our hard-earned rights. There was never any mention of the rest of their plans. Even my sister was pissed about the prospect of moving. After all, she wasn’t into patriarchy and had made a lot of friends. Of course, she blamed me more than my parents, but in retrospect, I can kind of understand that. To this day, I have no idea how much information they gave Megan. All I know is that the closer moving day we got, the more terrified I was. Mom and Dad spoke in hushed, conspiratorial voices, often while huddled around their laptop. Something major was happening and not knowing about it just about killed me. What kind of awful fate awaited me in the city of Preston, Kansas? The answer to that question was far more intense than I ever could have imagined.

A Self-Fulfilling Prophecy by brucejedi Numerous posts on omorashi.org inspired this story. The most immediate is Noface’s “An Inconvenient Entanglement” that imagines a world where all women are assumed incontinent. Readers will notice many similarities between his “green” world and mine, though also some important differences. A second inspiration comes from stories where girls must wait until adolescence to toilet-train, and thus experience it as a rite of passage. Satyr’s magnificent “Developmental Biology” is the best example I know. Both story types normalize female incontinence, allowing the characters to experience it without the customary stigmatization and without ABDL undertones. In that sense, the story I present here answers Tits’s call to combine omorashi and omutsu, where “a full-grown woman is…struggling with keeping her pants dry” and ends up “failing toilet-training”—or does she? Chapter 1. Diapers and Panties Courtney hit the search button once again, not expecting much from the bizarre string of terms she’d entered. Her literature review on women’s athleticwear essentially complete, she was merely checking for anything she’d missed. She was about to close the program when a strange title caught her eye: “Wolcott, J. (2020). A self-fulfilling prophecy? An environmental theory of female urinary incontinence.” Intrigued, she clicked on the link. <Access Denied> Weird, Courtney thought, never had that happen before. The creak of her boss’s door shook her back to reality. She clicked off the window and looked up from her screen. “Good morning, Mr. Mills,” she said in her most cheerful voice. “How’s your work going?” “Well enough. Did you finish the lit review?” “Just now I did, yes. Shall I send it over?” “Yeah, I’ll need it for my 10 o’clock.” “Certainly, sir.” Courtney took a deep breath to calm her nerves. Now was her best chance. She’d rehearsed the words all morning, but still she felt her pulse quicken. “I also…wanted to ask you something?” “Can you make it quick? My meeting’s in five.” “I was wondering, do you think I could give Monday’s presentation myself?” He seemed to consider it briefly but then said, “You know, Courtney, I better handle it.” “But…I’ve worked so hard on all the prep, and I feel like I know it so well…” The corner of his mouth turned upward. “I’m sure you do, but…could you make through the whole presentation?” “Of course! I mean, I’d have the slides to fall back on, and—” “—No, that’s not what I meant. Could you make it through?” Courtney’s confidence deflated like a struck balloon. “I mean…I assume so…I—” “—Right…but what if you couldn’t? What if you wet yourself in the middle of the presentation—in front of all our best clients?” As if on cue, she felt warmth spread between her thighs. The image he conjured must have triggered something in her subconscious. Keep it together, Courtney. He can’t have noticed it. Did he notice? She scanned his face for a sign, then stuttered, “I mean…I’d be wearing protection…” “Sorry, Courtney. Listen, you’re a fine research assistant, one of the best. But I think you can understand why the answer must be no. Have my slides ready by noon, okay?” And with that, he left for his 10 o’clock meeting. “Kettle’s hot!” she called after him. Then she reached under her skirt to the symbol of her subservience. Her diaper was bulging badly, almost to the point of leaking. Like her boss said, maybe she was better off behind a desk. * * * As she entered the changing room, Courtney caught glimpse of her friend Krystal. The young receptionist was sprawled out on one of the padded benches, wet-wipes in hand. A low divider hid her naked crotch from view. “Oh, hi Courtney!” she said. “Hi,” Courtney replied solemnly, lying back on the adjacent bench. “Someone’s having a bad morning.” Courtney hiked up her skirt and lifted her fanny. She undid the tapes and carefully folded her sopping wet diaper. She sighed a deep sigh. “Your boss, again, huh?” Courtney took a wet-wipe from her purse and began dabbing her crotch and butt. “Maybe it’s too much to ask,” she said, “but a teensy bit of respect would go a long way.” “Tell me about it!” said Krystal. Courtney fished around in her purse. “Crap!” she muttered. Krystal peaked over. “Oh no—all out? I’ve got plenty. You want pink or flowers?” “Whichever is more absorbent. I almost overflooded mine just now—too much coffee.” Krystal laughed. “Flowers, then. I love this brand—they’re almost like overnights.” “Thanks,” said Courtney, fastening the thick diaper around her hips. It felt comforting, especially after the stressful morning. “I’m sorry about Mr. Mills,” said Krystal. “He can be a real douchebag.” Courtney glanced at the toilet stall in the corner, her mind flipping between the exchange with her boss and the strange title of that article. Out of the blue, she asked, “You think we’d gain more respect if we weren’t in diapers?” “Wait, what?” Krystal looked confused. “How would wetting our clothes gain us respect?” “No, silly. Like if we didn’t need diapers. Like if we had…control down there…like men do.” “Oh, I see what you meant!” Krystal laughed. “Yeah, that would be awesome. Keep dreaming, right?” Courtney sighed again. “Wait, you’re serious, aren’t you?” Krystal suppressed another giggle. “Didn’t you pay attention in health class? We don’t have penises, remember? Control isn’t possible without one—everyone knows that! Fun to imagine, though, huh?” Krystal touched up her makeup before waving goodbye. * * * That evening, Courtney sat at her laptop, entering in search after search, but nothing more than the mysterious title ever came up: “Self-fulfilling prophecy”—what could that mean? A twinge between her legs caught her attention. Often she didn’t feel it coming, but this time she did. She rolled her hips around, hoping to maybe suppress it? But the feeling only intensified. She pressed her thighs together. Nope, that didn’t work either. A trickle emerged, erupting into a spray. Changing her diaper could wait, though. That was one nice thing, at least—using the bathroom at your own convenience, not when natured called. She tried a new idea. “Wolcott, J.”—what could that stand for: John? Jake? James? Still no hits. Ah ha! How about this? She typed in, “Jane Wolcott female incontinence.” And there it was, the top hit: A video of the woman being interviewed by some obscure local news channel. Courtney leaned back and clicked play. ~ ~ A balding newsman stared into the camera. “We end tonight with a heartwarming story about a medical researcher chasing women’s equality. Over to you, Kate.” The screen switched to a young redhead with impeccable makeup. “Thanks, Bob. My guest tonight is Jane Wolcott, who believes she’s uncovered a vast conspiracy targeted at women. I know I’m all ears. So Miss Wolcott, can you tell us about your theory?” “Thank you for having me. It’s Dr. Wolcott, by the way.” Kate the newscaster smiled politely as her guest continued: “Did you know that boys’ and girls’ urinary tracts are virtually identical at birth, save for the final portion?” “I didn’t,” answered Kate, “that’s so interesting. So then, why are women naturally incontinent?” “Well, that’s just it,” Jane replied, “I’m not sure we are. We possess all the necessary anatomy—the urethral sphincter, nerves around the bladder. We just need to learn to use it all. I see no reason why females cannot toilet-train like males can.” “Wow,” said Kate, “you mean I could be saving a whole lot on diapers?” Jane smiled. “And that’s not all. Think of it: Freed from diapers, women could finally gain equal status. A lot of the excuses for excluding us from sports leagues, leadership positions, and high-powered jobs, begin to melt away. No one could claim, ‘But what if your diaper leaks in the middle of [fill in the blank]?’” “We’ve all heard that one!” laughed Kate. “So I hear you brought something to show us?” Dr. Wolcott held up a strange garment, similar to men’s briefs but without a fly. A hint of lace adorned the waistline. “Those are pretty,” said Kate. “What are they?” “Female underwear, patent pending.” Kate felt the fabric. “They’re so silky and delicate! I’d love to wear those—not that I could, but…” “What makes you so sure? Like most women I’ve spoken with, I imagine you’ve never once tried to end your dependence on diapers.” “Well,” said Kate, “there was that time in tenth grade. Vending machines were out, friends were out. It was the end of the school day, and I thought I could make it home in just a skirt. We’ve all been there, right?” “Did you make it?” “This may be TMI for cable television, but as I was walking home, I didn’t even feel it coming.” Kate laughed. “It went all down my legs. I can still remember the squishing sound my shoes made the rest of the way. When I got home, my little brother watched me flee to my room in a wet skirt. Since then, I’ve never been so careless.” Jane nodded. “Every woman has a story like that. The level of self-doubt I see is enormous. But consider how young boys potty-train. It takes time and effort, with no shortage of mishaps. What if the same were expected of young girls?” “Fun to imagine, isn’t it? In the meantime, is there any hope for the rest of us?” “Well, that’s where my research comes in. The goal, of course, is to get to these”—Jane held up the silk underwear again—“but we start with these.” In her other hand, she displayed a slightly thicker pair, almost like a woman’s diaper with no tapes. They vaguely resembled something a little boy might wear. “The techniques we use would sound familiar to anyone with a male toddler—for example, setting a timer to remind yourself to try peeing on the toilet.” “Wow,” said Kate. “Sounds really annoying and difficult. Had any success?” “Well,” said Jane, “the results are still preliminary. But I’m quite confident that if—” “—What do the results show?” Kate cut in. “Unfortunately, the grant agencies haven’t funded a long enough trial. A few subjects start to show progress, but then the funds run dry. It’s quite frustrating.” “Speaking of which, that’s all the time we have. Thank you for sharing your fascinating work, Miss Wolcott. To all the ladies out there, how would your life be different if you weren’t reliant on diapers? Share your thoughts on our website! Back to you, Bob.” “Thanks, Kate,” the balding man replied. “It’s fun to hear divergent views, isn’t it—no matter how far-fetched. So Kate, would you wear those—what should I call them, ‘panties’ maybe?” He smirked. “I’ll stick with diapers, thanks. I prefer my clothes to stay dry.” “And there you’ve heard it from our very own Kate Kovac! Good night, everyone!” ~ ~ Courtney sat staring at the screen. “Crap!” she muttered, noticing the time. Her boyfriend would be home at any minute, and she hated greeting him with her diaper this wet. She retreated to the bathroom to change. * * * An hour later, Courtney lay naked next to her lover, a broad smile across her face. A plastic lined towel beneath her protected the sheets and mattress. “That felt awesome, babe,” she sighed. “Could you hand me my diaper? Don’t worry, it’s dry.” “You mean this one?” Kyle dangled it just out of reach. “Hey, stop! Can I have it, please?” “Whoops!” He tossed it on the floor beside him. “You’re mean,” Courtney said with a pout. She reached across him to grab it. “Wait. What if you left it off for a bit?” A chill ran through her. “You serious?” “Like, how long do you think you could last?” “Without making a mess? I have no idea—it’s totally random.” He touched her arm gently. “Do you ever feel warning signs?” “Sometimes.” “Suppose you felt one right now. Think you could make it to the toilet?” The thought scared her. She gazed down longingly at the diaper on the floor. “Why are you asking, sweetheart?” “I’m curious.” “Um…honestly no, I don’t think I could.” He hugged her from behind, clutching her naked chest in his arms. “What does it feel like when you wet?” “Well, this is getting rather personal…” She glanced at her exposed crotch. “Are you sure you want me in your lap like this?” He pulled the towel up around her bottom, shielding himself and the bed—but not her legs—from a possible accident. “How’s that, better?” He brought his hand down close to her sex. “So what’s it feel like?” She considered the question. “A lot of times, like nothing. If it’s just a leak, I feel a bit of warmth in my diaper—that’s about it.” “You don’t feel when it starts to come out?” Courtney shook her head. “But if it’s a larger wetting, I do. A sudden pressure builds…and then releases.” As she spoke, something hard pressed against her back. “Oh my gosh, this is turning you on, isn’t it?” A lot of men had wetting fetishes, but she didn’t know that about Kyle. He seemed embarrassed, so she turned the conversation in a new direction. “What’s it feel like for you?” “Hmm, I guess like that pressure you describe, but building much more slowly. I hardly think about it until I know I have to go.” “How do you know?” Courtney asked with genuine curiosity. “It’s instinctual, I guess. As a girl, I’m sure it’s hard for you to understand.” He retrieved her diaper from the floor and held it up. “I like the lace details on this style,” he said. “Cute, right? Honey, I really need it back now. I’m getting nervous.” He smiled and placed it in her lap. Relief washed over her as she fastened it. She had not yet had an accident in bed with him, and she intended to keep it that way.

I twisted my wrists against the cuffs, the faux fur lining had long gone from a tickling novelty to a scratchy irritant, my sweat slick and sticky. It was my fault, I had to have the cute purple ones. I was a hot mess all over, my hair was stuck down to my forehead, the sweat trickling down in runnels and I couldn’t bring my hands down to wipe my eyes, all because of my stupid cute purple cuffs. My arms and shoulders ached from my hands being tied above me, least my pillow kept my back reasonably ache free, though it’d need a wash when I was done. I sucked greedily at the gag, nursing the teat had become a total reflex action after all these long hours. The thin milky stuff that I knew was loaded with laxatives and diuretics, had kept well hydrated, though my poor tummy did look bloated from drinking all that formula. I wanted to poke it, just to make sure I somehow hadn’t gained the baby fat she was always teasing me with. Sure little babies are chubby but I don’t want that many Xs in my clothing labels thank you very much. It was probably just bloating and water retention, not the damn cuffs would let me check. As I looked down, I noticed the drool trails, my tits were covered in slobber, like a dog had been licking them or something and it was all going south. Not that there was much dry down there any more. When this was all over I was gonna have one hell of a bath, with bubbles! With a sigh I wiggled my legs trying to find a dry place but no, there was nowhere. I could see the underside of the thighs and calves were turning red and had starting to itch, that bath could not come soon enough. I noticed more rivulets of pee escaping my completely soaked and full diaper. I hope the plastic mattress holds up. I was peeing, again. I know she wants me to be totally diaper dependant but surely that means using the diaper not drowning in my own pee. Thankfully I’d kicked my stuffies out of my crib when the leaks had started, they didn’t deserve to drown, though I really wish I could cuddle them right now. I could Ms Bunny, just, if I craned my neck she was laying there on the cold hardwood staring up at the ceiling, like she was saying ‘What has become of my life?’ Right with you there sister. Every time I shifted a little I felt the mess surrounding me, the sodden thick diaper so bloated with my pee, and the gross mess underneath me. It was so cold and clammy and I couldn’t help but blush each time I felt it I remembered the powerful, humiliating orgasm I’d had when I messed myself. She’d said those tapes would turn me into a diaper slut, I’d barely needed the magic wand she’s tape to my diaper for the first few hours. Now it just lay there, dead, even the duct tape she’d used to attach it was starting to peel off. Least if the damn thing was still working I’d have something to take my mind off all this. The room stank, shit, piss and sweat, though most embarrassingly the smell of my sex. Just remembering how I’d strained and squirmed, desperate for more, all while those tapes played their damned music. But now it’d all ran out, except my bladder it seems. She’d done this to me! She’d toyed and played until I was her perfect baby doll. What kind of pervert makes a grown woman piss and shit herself and then makes her love it. Oh gods, she’d laughed her ass off that time in the grocery store. Me biting my fist, trying to stop the moaning, squatting in the middle of the isle like a damn toddler. It was probably the best orgasm of my life. I’d let her do this to me, and begged for it. The attention, the love, the cuddles, the pampering, both literal and figurative. That first date after she’d told me what she wanted. Walking through the park at sunset, wearing that first diaper, it’d seemed so ludicrously thick, how I learned. Being pushed on the swings, holding her hand as I climbed up the slide. Her hand on my crotch and making out as I wet the first time, climaxing there on the swings as she kissed me and telling me over and over what a good girl I was and how she’d take care of everything. I laid back the best I could and stared up at the ceiling. The unicorn mobile we’d made together hung there, each needle felted steed mid gallop or in the case of one particularly silly one shooting rainbows out of it’s butt. The stars, moons and planets stuck to the ceiling were just being to take on their greenish glow as the evening’s light faded. That had been such a fun Christmas when we’d first put this nursery together, knitting big baby blankets, embroidering cute and naughty messages on bibs and diaper covers. We’d gotten so silly painting this room, of course I was only allowed to paint in just my diaper, which was totally unfair, so I painted the seat of her jeans so she could join me in just, all be it in thinner, undies. It was a good thing we planned to take up the carpet anyway She’d been late before but never this late. I always said to take the bus back if she had to ride in late night traffic. That bike just was not safe, and she never put stabilises on it like mine! That was just reckless. I still can believe she pulled that off. Where did she ever manage to find the design of the bike I had at age seven, the exact same Disney princess design. Then getting it painted on a grown up bicycle, even the tassels matched! That woman is a witch. Gods I hope she’s okay. What if she’s been killed, side swiped by some idiot tech bro’s Mercedes, and then Mom finds me here like a week from now, dead from diaper rash and lack of hugs. No she’s okay, she’s got to be. Mommy. I woke late with a start, tears still clinging to my lashes, the door had just banged open. What now, burglars? Clowns? Vampires? Vampire Clowns? Vampire Clowns who wanted to steal the TV? Vampire Clowns who wanted to steal Ms Bunny! It was full dark now, only the dim glow of my ceiling planetarium, the lack of a proper night light was upsetting me more than I though it would. Fresh tears were pouring down my face, I groaned into my gag and squirmed against my bonds, trying to hide without even thinking. The corridor light clicked on and I heard the click of heels rushing towards me, till a silhouette blocked the light. In the flash of the room light turning on she was at my crib side. She hadn’t even taken her helmet off, red faced like she’d run a marathon, the scarf I knitted her last christmas dangling from her neck. “Oh my gods Princess I’m so so sorry, you’re such a mess. There was a thing at work and then the traffic, I’m sorry, sorry, sorry”. She kept repeating the last as she undid the restraints and picked me up hugging me tight too her, still whispering “sorry, sorry, sorry”. We stood there; hugging tight together, both crying with a tickle from me dripping steadily on the floor. “Quick let’s get you out of this horrid thing” she said once we broke apart slightly. “Bath” I croaked through my tears and disused voice. “Of course princess”, she first quickly undid the tapes of my diaper, that were barely holding on anyway, and picked me up bare bum to the world. Not caring in the least that I was dribbling on her fancy work coat. I rested my head on her shoulder as she carried me to my long awaited bath. I whispered in my croaky voice. “love you Mommy”. “Love you baby”. The end