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Three Strikes and You’re Out! By Horatio Husky One I swear if he’s out at the gym again for one of his ‘impromptu workout sessions’ I’ll bite his tail off. These musings came from the mind of a black and golden tan German Shepherd fur as he shivered, cold despite his thick fur and winter jacket at the doorstep of his friend’s house. The two had only been friends for a few months, but a lot had transpired between them during that time. Being a police officer, Rick was expected to keep his body in a state of fit physique and agility to operate at peak performance. Thus, he had found himself acquiring a gym membership after a few months at his new job when he had noticed a suspicious increase in mass around his midsection. Not wanting his fate to end like any other stereotypical donut munching cop, he had started to frequent his local gym several times a week, usually after his shift ended. At that establishment he found himself seeing a certain, rather athletic looking arcanine, who always seemed to be in the most chipper, friendly of moods whenever he saw him. After a few days of a few moments of eye contact and nervous smiling, he had come over to him and introduced himself as, ”Anthony, but you can call me Tony!” His confidence and self-assured grin had given him a friendly glow that Richard found he liked very much, and he extended his paw to shake and replied with his name. The following weeks turned into a blur as the two canines hit it off better than either of them had expected. Beyond exchanging their own little fitness tips and tricks their sense of humor was shared as well, and they found great excitement and amusement in exchanging their own ideas and perspectives on the world, which the two found that although they differed on many subjects they both found hearing what the other had to say about a particular argument quite interesting and engaging. They had gone out a few times too, to a few lesser-known bars that the arcanine had said he preferred to go too since he usually wasn’t recognized there. At this strange comment, Richard had raised his eyebrows, thinking that his friend was making a joke. Tony had smiled a little, the first time in fact that Richard had ever seen him look sheepish, as he explained that he was a locally well-known baseball player, and had found himself getting bothered quite a bit at some of the other establishments he had frequented previously. Richard had done a google search, at Tony’s suggestion more to humor him than anything, but found to his surprise a Wikipedia page confirming his newly made friend’s claims at athletic success. Tony had then told him something that warmed Rich’s heart. He had first begun to talk to the shepherd because he felt was searching for a friend who wouldn’t want to be close to him just for his fame, but someone who liked him as a person. This warmed the cop’s heart, and he had wrapped his arm around the hulky arcanine’s shoulder and smiled at him conspiratorially, saying that he was more than happy to be such a person for him. Naturally, after such a warm entrance into friendship, they had gotten plastered that night and ended up somehow both falling on top of each other back at Tony’s residence. Things had progressed down a path that the two had not fully acknowledged, even to themselves, but yet both somehow knew that would traverse if things continued. Tony had leaned forward into a passionate kiss, pushing himself against the shepherd in an act of shameless passion to which the drunken shepherd could only respond in kind. Their passions lead to the stripping of clothes and before Richard knew it the arcanine had begun to take control of him and his body in the most loving fashion he had experienced to date. Being straddled by the muscled beast he had whined and howled in pain and ecstasy, the arcanine leaning down to his ears and whispered sweet nothings into it, even going as far as gently biting the nape of his neck and embracing him around the chest as he thrust himself into him. The lovemaking had lasted a decent while, Richard remembered how he had marveled as just how well Tony had paced himself, most likely due to his athletic training and discipline. By the time Tony finished, at last, the shepherd found himself able to do little but pant and gasp for air in an orgasmic trance, having climaxed himself several minutes ago while Tony had still been going strong. The arcanine had grasped him under the chin and brought him up to his face. They kissed more, the arcanine rubbing his back and humming soothingly to the receptive canine, thanking him for a wonderful time. Richard could only smile goofily back, completely and utterly entranced by the wonderful being before him who he had so perfectly made love to. Richard stamped his feet, trying to keep warm even as his cheeks flushed with red standing in the cold at Tony’s doorstep, remembering how they had then fallen asleep spooning, Tony being the big spoon naturally, and how the shepherd had woken up to Tony cooking him breakfast, wrapped up in a snuggly blanket on his couch. They had spent the morning chatting about the previous night, now almost completely unabashedly speaking about their own preferences and even delving into fetishes. They had been surprised just how well they had meshed together in lovemaking last night, Tony causing Richard to blush when he told him how he wasn’t surprised at all how to find that the shepherd was so subordinate. “I mean come on, anybody looking at you even from a mile away could see that you totally scream bottom!” Richard had almost coughed his coffee out of his maw at this comment, causing Tony to only laugh louder between fork-fulls of syrupy pancake. The canine had blushed in response to the arcanine but smiled good-naturedly. Although normally his tough, police officer persona was the one he operated on most of the time, he found that he felt comfortable letting his guard down around the arcanine, even to the point of expressing his submissiveness to him. After his normally uncharacteristic blush, the arcanine had gently inquired about the shepherd’s preferences, whether he had considered himself a sub for long. The two spent the rest of the morning discussing their own sexual experiences, preferences, and even fantasies. Throughout their dialogue the arcanine seemed to work magic onto Richard, gently but firmly inquiring as to what he would enjoy and wouldn’t, as well as what thinks he would enjoy not enjoying. The shepherd’s heart rate rose up multiple times during their exchanges, excitement filling his body that not even his job offered him during moments of pursuing justice and chasing after criminals. “Wait here, Richie, I think I have something that you might enjoy.” The arcanine winked before rising to his full height and softly strolling out of the room, a devilish expression on his muzzle. Richard could only lean forward off of the couch and look after him, wondering what his attractive friend was wanting to retrieve. “Close your eyes, Richard.” The canine obeyed and heard Tony shuffle towards him before stopping in front of him. “You can open them now.” Richard opened his eyes and gazed up at Tony before looking down to see that the arcanine was holding something in front of the shepherd’s nose. Richard took a sharp breath and quickly realized what the object that lay in the arcanine’s outstretched paw was. A small, white chastity cage was being presented to him, complete with a steel, heart-shaped lock adorning the bottom. The German Shepherd’s heart pounded in his chest, and he looked up wide-eyed into Tony’s own well-knowing eyes, understanding what he was being offered. “What do you think buckeroo, wanna have some fun? I think I could go for dating a cutie like you. After all, I think after last night you’ve proven that you might be needing this. You made a mess all over my couch after all!” Richard’s cheeks reddened at the playful admonishment, but his eyes looked back down onto the cage in front of him. He opened his lips as if to speak, but found it difficult to articulate what he felt. Picking up on his apparent speechlessness, Tony squatted in front of him and looked up into the blushing shepherd’s eyes, his voice softening now but retaining the same firm assuredness that proliferated his entire being. “How about I help you put it on, would that help, pup?” The shepherd could only nod shakily in response, his breaths still coming in heavy and deep as his entire being seemed to grow warm and vibrate in excision and stimulation. The arcanine gently pushed on the shepherd’s shoulders and repositioned him onto his back. Scooching over onto the couch he unbuckled the shepherd’s jeans and slid them down, following with his underwear. Richard’s member had begun to grow slowly after he had been approached by the arcanine’s offer but had not yet reached full erection. Tsk-tsking at the apparent excitement the canine was displaying, Tony worked efficiently and quickly at sliding the tube over the shepherd's not yet fully excited head and looping the support ring underneath his testicles. Richard felt a firm pressure on his jewels, which increased to a more distinct pressing feeling as he heard a soft click, and then a louder one as the cage was locked firmly into place. His member now strained against his confines, but to no relief as the plastic prison kept his erotic excitement firmly and securely in check. Tony grinned, and almost cooed as he said. “Looks like our little friend here is having a hard time containing himself! It’s a good thing I was around to make sure that he doesn’t get himself into trouble now, no?” Tony’s words washed over him like a stimulating wave of air, causing a shiver to run through him as both tone and context of what the arcanine said turned him on immensely. The amateur baseball player had a charm and confidence that the shepherd could find almost irresistible. He couldn’t help but blushing slightly, as he gazed into the arcanine’s eyes, feelings of attraction and yearning coursing through his veins as he strained against the cage around his member. Tony offered a paw to him and helped Richard up to his feet before helping him redress, surprising him by delivering an impassioned and deliberate kiss on the shepherd’s cheek, causing him to his great embarrassment to stammer a little bit in response. Tony’s eyes glistened as he let out a loud laugh, grinning broadly and looking directly into Richard’s eyes and winking confidently. “Oh Rick, this is going to be more fun than I could have possibly imagined, I figured you were a total sub but to this extent? I think this is going to be a luxurious time.”

“Remember, I should back in three days. Try and keep the place somewhat presentable by the time I get back.” I heard her yell from downstairs. I raced to meet her and ran into her at the bottom of the stairs. “Oh! You didn’t have to rush on my account.” I quickly tried to catch my breath before slyly smiling. “It would be awful of me not to see you out. Especially since I won’t be seeing you for the next couple of days.” She blushed a little. “So now you bring out the charm. Only when I am on the way out. Hmph.” She playfully pouted. I leaned in and whispered, “Don’t worry. I am saving the best for when you get back.” I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Careful! I just did my makeup so I wouldn’t have to apply it in when I get there.” She was quickly checking her reflection to see how bad the damage was. “Sorry honey, but aren’t you just helping out your sister with her house?” I could hear the annoyance in her reply. “Yes but it’s more than that. I will save you all the details. Just know, that Tammy is trying to sell that place as quickly as possible. The divorce was an ugly affair and the memories there are just to much for her.” I nodded. “I understand. I just thought since most of your family would be there, this would be like a sorta vacation…in a way. You know.” She sighed, “It’s hard to see this as anything other than work, but I take your point. It’s been a long time since most of my family was together in one place. Outside a funeral I mean.” “ Well you could kinda call this a funeral.” I joked. She turned up her eyes towards me. “I mean think about it. It’s the burial of her past troubles and the birth of something new. What that new thing is now up for Tammy to decide. Sell the house, bury the past, and move forward into a brighter tomorrow. Eh?” She smirked, “Now where in the world did you pick that up? Sounds like one of those cheesy self help books my mom is always trying to get me to read.” “Ouch.” I feigned injury. “Your words strike deep. But in all seriousness I hope everything works out smoothly and you can somewhat enjoy yourself.” She smiled and nodded before leaning in and giving me peck on the cheek. We moved to the front door. “M’lady”, I said while the opening it for her. Adding a light bow and ushering her through. She shook her head. “Please never say or do that again. Oh and more thing before I go.” She turned to face me. “Don’t forget the old clothes in the back of the closet. I have three bags ready to be delivered to the church.” I nodded, “Don’t worry honey I got it.” She smiled and actually looked relieved. I waved as she backed out of the driveway and headed down the street. I returned inside and soon as I heard the door snap shut a devious grin spread across my face. I sighed and waited for the moment to truly sink in. It had been quite awhile since I had the house to myself. I took a moment to listen to the silence and to feel the emptiness around me. Don’t get me wrong, I love my wife. But sometimes being alone is nirvana. Especially when your plans involve what I had in store. I walked up the stairs and towards the bedroom closet. Resting on the floor in the back, I saw the three bags. The first was a dud. It contained a lot of my old clothes. I stared at an old pair of my pants. Man I can’t believe I was that fat. 4 years of constant dieting and work outs got me here. I looked at mirror proud of what it showed me. I was so happy at the my transformation. 6’1 300+ lbs, now down to around 140 or even less. I loved it but everyone else was worried. Start losing weight and everyone is proud. But loose a lot of weight quickly and you start to the see the concern on all of their faces. Hey screw em. Along as I am healthy and my wife still loves me, then who cares what they think. I returned to the other two bags. This was what I was looking for. Inside was some my wife’s old clothes. Some jeans, sweaters and other items but I knew the third bag held what I was searching for. Jackpot! Here it was. My quest had come to its end. I picked up the third bag and moved it into the attic for the time being. I returned to the closet to gather the other two bags and placed them in the car. Again I gave a sigh of relief. But something was nagging in the back of my mind. What if I get caught. How would I explain myself? Bah. I pushed that aside and went upstairs to claim my bounty. The contents of that bag made my heart flutter. Beautiful dresses and other assorted clothes that my wife stopped wearing months ago. She had decided suits were more professional. And even when I would take her out for a romantic date, she would wear a nice skirt with a blouse. It always made me sad to remember the times before that. When she take 45 minutes to an hour to get dressed. Me waiting impatiently. Then BAM! The door flys open and the most beautiful woman I could ever imagine walks out. But those days are gone. Now it’s comfortable and loose. So long sexy lingerie make way for granny panties. But here lied relics from the golden past. I start to sort the clothes carefully by what catches my eye. Oh a romper. Huh I never saw her in this. I set atop on dresser and went back to work. After a few minutes I had put together a stunning outfit. It needed heels but with my feet there no way I could fit into hers. I quickly undressed before going to my secret stash. This was by far my dirtiest secret. Any time my wife would go to throw away her old underwear, I would save it. Well at least that which could be saved. And yes I washed them. Anyway, I found a nice matching set that consisted of a maroon bra and thong. It had been ages since I had worn a thong. I had been tempted in the past just to buy one but the fear of being caught stopped me. That was why I never stole any of my wife’s things while she still wore them. Fear of stretching them or leaving incriminating evidence behind for her to piece things together. Also it felt wrong. Salvaging is one thing stealing another. The speed at which I fastened the bra surprised me. “Huh? Just like riding a bike I guess.” I took my time raising the thong up between my legs. Man how I missed this. I blushed a little at the thought and went over to the dress. It was an evening gown. I remember it so fondly. Our first anniversary. It was black satin with a slit. Loose off the shoulder. I enter the hotel room and there she was. Glass in hand lying back in a chair. Slowly lifting her leg to cross it. “About time you arrived. I was just about to phone the front desk and lodge a complaint.” She smirked. God how I miss that. I realized then I had my face buried in it. Almost crying. Oh god it still smelled of the perfume from that night. How is that possible but never mind that. With renewed focus I slowly slipped on the dress. I can’t believe it fits. Well I am missing some key parts for it to completely fit but it fits well enough. I gave a little twirl and looked into the mirror of an old armoire. The blush from before became even brighter. Then it happened. “Just like riding a bike huh?” I was deer facing a semi head on. I was almost to petrified to look and see who it was that spoke. “Go on. Give another twirl. Let’s see that how it fits.” The snark was palpable. Finally I looked. With only her head poking up through the floor, I could see it was Becky. Rebecca was my wife’s youngest sister. She was the rebellious one of her family. A natural blonde but you couldn’t tell by how she dyed her hair black and purple. In fact my wife’s family was weird in that way. You would swear they were all adopted. My wife’s mother and father were always faithful to each other but their kids looked nothing alike. Tammy was the oldest. She was brunette, tall and a little on the big side. I mean big as in build not in size. A little taller she could be considered an amazon. My wife Cheryl lucked out on the genetic lottery. Only slightly shorter than me, when not in heels, she had brilliant red hair and a fair complexion. Her eyes were hazel and her features soft and delicate. Becky on the other hand was somewhat hard to describe. She was smaller than the rest and was constantly changing her style. I was told she had blue eyes but because of her contacts, I never saw them. Today they were red today. Which gave me an even worse feeling. She chuckled and started to climb the stairs. “Go on. You did it just a moment ago, why not now?” I stumbled back trying to think of what to say but nothing happened. My wit failed me. “Ah are you shy. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I was told to come by and pick up some clothes for the church. Would you happen to know where I could find them.?” She was leaning towards me with a cheshire smile. I dumbly nodded. “Oh? Well that’s great. Could you tell me where?” My words seemed so small and quiet. “The car.” “Hmm..what was that? I am sorry miss. You need to speak up a little. Where are they?” “The car.” I blurted out. My face felt like the surface of the sun and I was getting light headed. “Oh. I should have checked there first I suppose but still thank you. Thank you so much for everything.” With that she turned to leave but not before noticing the romper. “Cute.” Then she headed down the stairs. I collapsed onto my knees. My thoughts scattered. The I heard her yell from. “Oh and don’t you move till I get back. I have a surprise that I think you might enjoy.” Then silence till the door slammed shut. I heard the car start and slowly drive away. I couldn’t believe it. How did this happen. I backed up against the wall hugging my knees, still in the dress. “What is going to happen?” was the only thing in my head at the moment. I hadn’t moved an inch by the time I heard a car pull up and the doors shut. I looked up to notice the sun was starting to set. I had been sitting there for over five hours. My focus broke when the front door slammed shut and I heard heavy footsteps quickly making their way towards me. A cold shiver ran down my spine. I started to shake but just a little. “Guess whose back?” Becky’s face appeared out of the shadows as if she was a monster from some b movie horror. “Oh my. What a good girl you are. Yes you are. You listened and did a really good job. Your mommy must be so proud huh?” My fear and embarrassment out weighed any anger that may have been building. I could only sit in silence and look upon my tormentor she made her to me. I buried my face into my knees and softly cried. “Oh what the matter sweetie? Do you miss mommy? Well don’t worry. We are going to have lots o’fun while she is away. Here take my hand.” I looked up. Only to be greeted by her wide smiling face and red eyes. She was crouched in front of me with her hand out. I panicked. I didn’t know what to do. I looked at her hand then back into her eyes. She just gave a slight nod. I slowly reached out grabbed her hand. “Eeee!” She squealed. “This is going to be so much fun. Trust me.” She pulled downstairs and into the living room. Luckily the curtains were closed and house was mostly dark. She pushed me back onto the sofa before pacing back and forth. “First things first, we need to find out what kinda of girl you are.” Still in shocked I went to open my mouth but was quickly interrupted. “Nuh uh uh. No need to say anything little girl. Aunt Becky has this handled. You just sit there while I figure this all out.” As she was off in her own little world, something was creeping into mine. I had been in the attic all day. Now of all times I needed to pee. I tried not to think about it but you know how it goes. Soon it was the only thing I could think of. I crossed my legs and moved my hands over my crotch. “Not now ,please.” Was screaming inside my head. “What’s the matter?” I jumped back. Some how I forgot Becky was right there. “Aww. I didn’t mean to scare you. What’s wrong sweetie? You are shaking.” She was eyeing me up and down. I said the only thing that I could. “Bathroom, please?” Her cheshire grin returned. “Okay. Let get you to the potty before you have an accident in mommy’s dress.” She quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bathroom. Stunned I just stood wide eyed looking at her then the toilet. “Go on honey. You’re a big girl right. Go potty. You can do it.” She sounded like she was coaching a toddler through potty training. I blinked, slowly lifting the dress to reach the thong. When suddenly Becky came up from behind me, grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around. My back was now to the toilet and frozen in fear staring her directly in the face. “Don’t worry honey. I can help you. I know it’s difficult but you will learn.” Her words didn’t register. I was to focused on the tiny bit of pee that leaked due to shock. “Uh oh. Looks like someone had a little accident huh?” I looked down to see the faintest damp spot forming on the dress. “Mommy is not gonna be happy her baby got her dress all wet huh?” My mind was blank. No one was not home anymore. I was just a spectator watching from outside of my body. I could do nothing as she stripped me of my clothing and set me on the toilet. My emotionless face looking up at her as she decided to tell how naughty I had been. “My my my, what a naughty naughty little girl you have been. You know originally I was contacted by Cheryl to come over pick the clothes and take them to the church. Then she came up with the great idea I should stay over while she deals with Tammy. Get to know her husband Daniel. She was like “You should get to know Daniel. He’s really great and you guys didn’t get know each before the wedding. I just know you will hit it off.” Ha! Turns out he isn’t even here. No instead I find a scared little girl left alone in the attic. Some great guy he turned out to be. But on the bright side I got to meet sweet little Daniella. Isn’t that right lil Dani? Remind me to rip my sister a new one for not telling me about her daughter.” As she was fishing her thoughts she grabbed me with her right hand under my chin and started squeezing. “And you are just the cutest most adorable thing ever…yes you are.” She was making kissy faces at me while she talked but soon her demeanor and tone changed drastically. “However your cuteness doesn’t excuse your naughty behavior now does it?” She straightened herself out and looked down at me. “First stealing is wrong. Even if it is just for dress up. You should know better that taking things without asking. Second, wetting yourself. I mean I don’t know how old you are but if your deadbeat of a father left you alone. I imagine you have to be old enough to use the potty by yourself. Or is he just that awful of a person to leave a poor defenseless child home all alone?” She then place both her hands on each of my knees and stared me directly in the face. Any courage that may have been hiding was now in another zip code. My bladder gave. I was wetting myself out of fear. Luckily I was still sitting on the toilet. Once the sound of splashing reached her ears, her eyes beamed wide and smile formed on her face. But it wasn’t the same devious smile from before. No, this was one of joy. “Good girl Dani! You are a very good girl.” Some odd part of me enjoyed the praise. Even feeling a little proud but I quickly squashed it. “Becky enough. Stop this immediately. You have had your fun but let’s be adults and talk about this ,okay?” I felt the gravity of my mistake immediately. “Oh Dani. Why did you have to go and say a thing like that?” The old smile retuned, but seemed pure evil this go around. “No I don’t think we can be adults about this. What kind of adult steals clothes, hides in the attic, and then wets themselves when having to face the consequences for there actions? Oh no no no. You my dear are not an adult. You are quite a long ways off from being an adult. But good news for you, Auntie Becky is her to babysit for the next three days. And depending on your behavior, that will decide what I tell your mommy.” I was done for. I had no choice but to give in. I felt my head fall forward as I started to cry. I was trapped. I knew how much Cheryl trusted Becky. There would be nothing I could say to defend my self and save my marriage. “Oh don’t cry honey. There there it’s ok. Trust me, if you listen and do everything I say ,everything will be okay. Shh there there.”I silently sobbed as she comforted me. Soon she stood me up, cleaned me before marching me back to the living room. I just stood there naked staring at the floor. She moved over to chair on the far side of the room and pulled two paper bags from behind it. “I am so glad I picked up a few things up before returning” she said as she made her way back to me. She placed the bags to her side and started digging around inside one of them. “After having such a close call, I now know you can’t be trusted to make it to the potty all by yourself.” I started to object but she quickly held one finger up and silenced anything I was about say. “I know today has been stressful for all of us, but it’s better to safe then sorry, right? Aha found them!” She had something in her hand but I couldn’t make what was due to the tears that obscured my vision. “ Now be a good girl and listen to Auntie Becky okay? I need you to step into this. Okay, baby girl?” I didn’t even registered I was moving. My mind was still not fully operational after the bathroom. She gently guided my feet into whatever it was she had me step into. And I just let her do it.”Good girl! You are doing such a great job. Now just one more…there we go. Now stay still this is almost over.” God how I wish that was the truth but I new it wasn’t. It was only the beginning not the end. She turned away for a moment before turning back. She was emptying something between my legs. I smelled something but I just couldn’t place it. “Good girl. Now up it goes.” She quickly pulled the object up between my legs. It felt odd but I was still so out of it that I couldn’t figure out what it was. It felt like underwear but wrong. Before I could wipe away the tears and get a better look, she pulled me into a hug. “There there. It’s all gonna be ok. Trust me. If you do what I tell you to, I promise you will have just as much fun as I will.” I started to cry again but felt myself lean into her hug. I rested my head against her shoulder and silently sob. I felt one her arms move down the small of my back before patting my bottom. It felt odd and I swear I heard a crinkle? “There there. You are so good right now for Auntie Becky. Yes you are.” She cooed. “Such a sweet girl. Such a good baby girl.”

In an alternate world where female domination of cosiety is complete and men are forced into a submissive role Jack is trying to find his way. The eighteen-year-old was soon to go back to school and that means needing to get supplies. Even a simple trip to the mall can be fraught with humiliation.... --- This story has been available on my Patreon page for the last week and with a $5 a month pledge you can see all my updates a week before anyone else. For $10 a month you can get early access plus access to THIRTY-TWO stories that only my patrons get to see. If you are interested please consider giving my Patreon page a look https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- The Domination of Man By Elfy The world had changed a lot by the year 2060 but not in the way many people thought it might. All the usual issues remained in the world but a new and unexpected problem had quickly risen to the top of the agenda all over the globe. The changes were most evident at meetings of the UN or other international organisations, if you scanned the images you would find something seemed different but it might take a few moments to work out what. A long-term scientific study involving the top minds around the world had made a startling discovery which fundamentally changed how the world worked. They found that males were developing slower than female people in the same age range and in the same place. Physically, emotionally and mentally male people were falling increasingly far behind. It started a debate that raged on and on, it almost ended up tearing society apart. The difference between the two genders quickly widened. The scientists urged calm and told people that males should avoid stress and anxiety as much as possible because it seemed to make the situation worse. Women took the advice to heart and a small group of them started to make sure their boys didn’t get stressed wherever possible. They started at the very beginning and refused to toilet train their children, the idea being that males should have as little as possible to think and worry about. It started small but quickly started growing as it got more and more attention. These mothers were helped by studies that showed that these boys were indeed performing a little better than their toilet trained classmates, though they were still at a significant disadvantage compared to girls. Men don’t like being told they are inferior but eventually it became nearly impossible to deny what the scientists had insisted was true. Society changed rapidly and irreversibly, what had been a patriarchal society started to shift to a matriarchal one. It was like a snowball, as soon as the changes started to happen they snowballed out of control. In America it started with the overdue election of a female president. She was elected on a platform of recognising the scientific studies and promising to alter the world for the better. It got significant support and it was followed by Congress and Senate elections that produced big female majorities. Both sides of the house endorsed the studies and were prepared to make changes. As women started wielding more and more influence and power they started to change laws and strategies. For the most part these changes didn’t cause much problem but a very controversial strategy was adopted and publicised by the female administration that a lot of people didn’t like. When it became clear that boys who weren’t toilet trained were performing better the president decided to actively advise more parents to go this route. Time went by and more studies were conducted which only reinforced previous results and even suggested going further to change society. Men were forced into increasingly subservient roles in society and women took the roles that men were forced to vacate. Once it was estimated that around fifty-per-cent of the male population was either not toilet trained or had females who wished they weren’t it seemed fitting for the government to pass laws reinforcing this. There were a steady stream of laws that aimed to marginalise males including laws that made it a requirement for all males to wear protection when in public. From birth to death many men would feel no underwear except for diapers. There was the expected backlash from the few men who had any control but it was easily silenced and overpowered. The truth was that by this stage most males had come to accept this position, or at the very least they had their resistance whittled down. Society had essentially flipped around from a century earlier. With all the laws in place and society accepting that men were inferior to women it became harder for males to get jobs. With women becoming the main breadwinners more and more men were staying at home to look after children, prepare the meals and clean the house. The law forcing males into diapers had come into force right as summer was starting and now a whole slew of students who had never had to wear diapers to school previously were preparing for the embarrassment that was coming. Jack was one of these students. At eighteen-years-old he had never been forced to wear diapers until the law made it an absolute requirement. Jack had grown up in a society of female domination and he was used to it, his younger sister was considered his superior despite only just starting her freshman year of school. From the moment she had been born she was treated as more of a grown-up than Jack. The fourteen-year-old girl, Alice, always got her way. When the law had first been passed Jack had hated the very idea of diapers. He had seen many other men and boys forced to wear them and they always looked so embarrassed and ashamed. Jack spent three weeks refusing to leave the house before he started going stir crazy. Eventually he had been forced to go to Sarah, his mother, to ask for diapers so that he could go outside. It had been the most embarrassing moment in his life up to that moment. Three weeks after that first diaper Jack was now sat in the backseat of the family car with the now familiar padding wrapped around his crotch. His mother and sister occupied the front two seats and they were just pulling into the shopping mall parking lot, they were grabbing supplies for school along with a lot of other families. Jack stared out the window as he watched hundreds of stationary cars passing by. When the family had finally found a spot Jack was the last to step out. He looked around nervously and was still not at all comfortable with being outside in the diaper. “We have plenty to get.” Sarah said as she started glancing down a shopping list, “Jack requires a lot of new things for the new year.” Jack winced as he walked around the car to where his sister and mother stood. The thick padding of his diaper forced his legs further apart and he was still not used to it. He was grateful though, at least he was dry because he was very aware that wet or messy diapers made it a lot harder to walk. He knew his opinion didn’t matter so he remained quiet and followed his family into the mall. “Mom, some of my friends are already here.” Alice said shortly after walking inside and checking her phone, “Did you want to give me some money and I’ll go off and do my own thing?” “You know I usually wouldn’t mind but I want you with me today so we make sure we don’t miss anything that you need.” Sarah replied. Jack stood silently. He had friends here as well but he knew better than to ask to go off and see them. Despite being older than Alice he was never allowed to go somewhere without female supervision, few males were allowed such privileges these days. “Can I at least see them after we’re done?” Alice asked with the merest hint of annoyance. “Of course.” Sarah replied, “Now come on, we have a lot to get.” Jack looked around as he walked through the mall. He had seen videos and pictures of life before the changes to society and although much remained the same a lot had changed. There were far fewer male orientated stores. Males with disposable income were few and far between so even the shops selling male clothes or equipment were more catered to attract the eyes of the women who would be spending the money. It was not unlike how toy shops sold their wares to kids but had to convince the adults to pay. Jack saw men doing all the menial jobs whilst women in suits walked around with phones clutched to their heads and briefcases in their hands. As Jack looked around he saw a boy who had to have been around his sister’s age standing next to a woman on a bench. This person who Jack assumed was the boy’s mother sniffed the air around her for a second before leaning over to her son. Jack watched the child’s face wince as his mother pressed the back of his shorts against his body. Shortly afterwards the woman stood up looking slightly annoyed and escorted the boy towards the restrooms. “Jack, how’s your diaper?” Sarah asked loudly. The question made Jack blush and Alice giggle. It may have been common to see diapered boys and men everywhere but Alice found Jack’s embarrassment particularly funny. The worst part for Jack was that he couldn’t respond to his sister, to do so would only invite punishment. “It’s… Fine.” Jack replied. “You know what I mean…” Sarah sighed in exasperation, “Do you need a change?” “No.” Jack replied quickly but firmly. As Jack followed his snickering sister into a stationary store he remembered back to before he had been forced to wear diapers. It already felt like so long ago, he never realised he had taken boxer shorts for granted until he watched his drawer of them get replaced with disposable diapers. Asking for those first few diaper changes was difficult as well. Jack had eventually been forced to relent and wet his diaper for the first time, he went downstairs as soon as he was finished and stood in front of his mother and sister. He tried to be as dignified as possible but when asking for a diaper change there is only so much you can do. By the time Jack was following his family around the mall he had gone through a lot of diapers. Even though the law technically said he only had to wear diapers in public he found he was often kept in them at home as well, he didn’t like it but he had no option but to acquiesce. “Alice, you just need the standard school things.” Sarah said as she looked at her list, “Pens, pencils and all that stuff.” “What about Jack?” Alice asked. Jack didn’t like how much of an interest she was taking in this new situation. “He needs a bunch of stuff.” Sarah replied, “We’ll get his specialty things and then sort the standard stuff out afterwards.” Jack followed his mother and sister through to the back of the store. There were a lot of students of all ages hanging around this area, most of them looked embarrassed to be seen in this situation as their female companions measured them and picked out the clothing they needed. Jack could see that some of the males were very obviously padded whilst others were much more subtle, Jack wondered how obvious his own diaper was underneath his pants. “Damn, I knew I forgot something before we left.” Sarah said as she looked around, “I need to take your measurements.” “OK?” Jack replied, “You can just do that here, right?” “Yes but I want to make sure I get it right.” Sarah said, “I’m going to need you to get undressed.” “Undressed!?” Jack exclaimed as he felt a sudden chill go down his spine, “Can’t you measure over my clothes? Please, I don’t mind if the clothes are a little big, don’t make me get naked.” Jack’s desperate pleading was quiet but it couldn’t help but be overheard by some of the people around them in this busy area. Jack could see guys looking at him with pity but no one dared to speak up, the males were all far too cowed to argue. Jack felt himself tearing up a little, he kicked the floor nervously. No one else was having to get stripped down and many women seemed happy to do measurements over the clothes. “No one else has to take their clothes off…” Jack continued in a whining voice that didn’t seem to match his eighteen-year-old body. “Jack, are you talking back to me?” Sarah said crossly. Jack was in a lose-lose situation. He had his mom standing over him with warning flashing in her eyes and his sister stood behind her smirking as she enjoyed the embarrassment her brother was forced to go through. Alice had taken to the matriarchal society like a fish to water, she truly believed she was superior to all men and it showed. Jack let out a low whine as he slowly lifted his t-shirt over his head. When his head emerged out of the bottom of the shirt his face was bright red. Jack was thin and not particularly strong, he didn’t particularly like showing his body off like this and he put his arms across his chest to try and protect his modesty. When he looked down he could clearly see the papery waistband of his diaper poking above his pants. “Come on Jack, we don’t have all day.” Sarah said crossly. Jack looked around the room again and saw many people were looking his way. He closed his eyes tightly and grabbed his waistband, he slowly pulled it down revealing the plain white diaper underneath. He tried to tell himself that all the boys here were diapered but it didn’t help much when his one was the only one visible. Jack was made to lift his arms out to the side as his mother leaned forward and started measuring him. Jack was ordered to keep his eyes forward which meant he was looking at Alice whose superior smirk didn’t help him feel any better about the situation. He could feel that his bladder was full but there was no way he was going to wet himself when everyone could see his diaper like this. As Jack stood as still as possible with his arms out like a scarecrow he looked at the other people around the crowded area. He could see women walking around with piles of clothes and female employees running around everywhere trying to fulfil everyone’s orders. Jack didn’t know what clothes he had to get, males weren’t generally told anything more than they absolutely needed to know even if it affected them.

The Uncommon Love (A Diaper Dimension Tale) I rolled my eyes as I overheard my coworkers talk a few cubicles away. It was mostly office gossip and drama. I could care less, I was on a mission. I had higher goals in life than those peons. I typed away at my computer trying to stay focused and trying to block out the annoying voices around me. The work day was almost over, well for them it was. I wasn’t leaving till much later this evening. I was already done with today's workload, I was done with that early this morning. I was getting as much of tomorrow’s work done today that I can. I’ve been working at this company for just a few years and I am already on the top floor and was told the other day by some of my sources that I am being considered for Executive Director. Many of my colleagues think I slept my way to the top due to my good looks and the fact that I have been with the company for under 10 years. The owner and CEO of Little Technologies, the company I work for, is a Betweener. He started this company when he was fresh out of college. He is brilliant and is the first Betweener in our country’s history to become rich on his own merit. The company isn’t a big company compared to its competitors, mainly because Brad, the CEO, has gotten full of himself. He’s now spending most of his money on big vacations, drugs and alcohol. He is now running this company into the ground. I love this company, it has so much promise if he’d only get his head out of his own ass to see what he’s doing. I plan on changing that. I got up to stretch my legs. I walked to the bathroom that wasn’t that far from where my cubicle was located. After using the toilet I washed my hands. As I did I looked into the mirror, I was as stunning as always. I wasn’t tall, at least by Amazon standards, I was average. Not short, yet not tall. But I made up for it with large breasts and a big booty that every man and some women would chase after me for. I however would only string on the men if I felt like a laugh. I was definitely only after the women. But it’s been a long time since i was in a relationship. I just didn’t have the time. I had goals after all.

Victor was sitting at his desk after wrapping up another day of working from home and fondled the soft crinkly padding between his legs. His diaper was usually saturated at this point. 4:30 PM usually came with a few things, including filling out timesheets and one last wetting. He’d probably have to change out of this diaper now and then put his underwear back on before he leaked on the floor. There was that one meeting… but never mind. Before logging off for the night, Victor logged on to FetLife one last time to check out the scene. It was the usual bullshit that was to be expected. Extra needy people saying they wanted mommies, people who were promoting their OnlyFans, but pretending they weren’t. His favorite were the ultra empty profiles that claimed to want to build a relationship with someone, but then it was really just a ploy to get you to pay for intimacy. During the years of the Pandemic, it only got worse. Luckily, most people were back in their offices in some shape or form. Victor himself was working about three days a week in-house at this point. But today was different. He had a message in his inbox. Victor clicked on it, knowing it was going to be some guy who clearly didn’t read his profile asking him if they could “change his diapers.” Victor prepared to roll his eyes, but this time was different. The message said: MommyTime Hi there, I’ve been looking at your profile for the past few months and I love the pictures you post. The way you take care of your body but also want to be put into thick - or shall I say thicc diapers- is pretty cute. I don’t want to be forward, but I am new to the area. And I have been running a business called MommyTime in your local area and I’m testing a new service that more intimate and more realistic called MommyTimePlus. I need a few people to test it out on and I thought you might want to try it out. It’s free. LadyLegendx Victor did a double take. He’d heard of LadyLegendx and seen her around on the internet. She was one of those women you met in college, who were fun and flirty. She always had some boy or another bent over on the edge of her bed or some very ripped jock, on his knees, a thick diaper between his legs while he begged for mercy. There were other times where he’d see her being soft and motherly, caressing her boys face while he slept with a pacifier in his mouth and then giving a soft gentle kiss on his cheek. Victor was pretty sure she was the real deal. But he never had the courage to message her. And yet she had messaged him. This was too good to be true. But here they were. Victor messaged back and said he’d love to chat first if possible, you know just to make sure she was who she said she was. LadyLegendx agreed and they set a date to meet next week. *** Victor sat across from LadyLegendx and couldn’t believe his eyes. There she was, in the flesh. Her hair, her face, her essence. She had walked into the room, her hair flung back, with boots on and coat billowing in the wind as if it were some sort of cape. She held her bag in her hand as if it were the only an accessory that didn’t have her wallet and phone and everything else that dictated her life inside. LadyLegendx looked like she wasn’t nervous at all, while Victor was pretty sure his palms were sweaty. “Victor.” She said extending her hand. “I’m Laura.” Victor grinned and they exchanged greetings. After a bit of small talk where they sipped coffee and spoke a bit about work, they started grinning more and more. “Sooo… tell me about MommyTimePlus?” It was more of a question than anything. Laura smiled. “It’s my newest creation.” She then went on to explain that most people in this community who wanted mommies fell into a few categories. The first were those who got their wives or husbands to be their caregivers. That was the gold standard. A person who understood you in and outside of the bedroom. The second were adult babies who paid mommies for their services. Usually by the hour, these services had a specific start and end time. And they tended to be costly. You’d have to make sure you were paying the right amount. Too little and you’d end up with a subpar session of glorified diaper changes and too much and you get no time to fully get the most out of the experience. “Right… so is MommyTimePlus something in the middle?” Victor asked. “It is. What I want to do is give you a light mommy treatment, where you feel loved and cared for. Your diaper changes will be done by a network of mommies, you’ll be loved by a network of Mommies. It’s how we keep the costs low.” Laura pulled out her iPad that had a few diagrams on it. Victor didn’t know what he was looking at completely, but he could tell that it looked like a profit sharing system. You’d sign up to be a mommy in the backend and then share the cash in your area. Laura took the iPad back before he could finish reading the entire screen. Probably better off that way, He wasn’t a business major. He had been in communications. “Look Victor, there are so many mommies who want a little to take care of, but don’t want to build a nursery in their house or want to have some creepy guy show up.” Laura smiled. “So we vet everyone and they pay via secure system. As central command, we distribute the money and when needed, handle disputes. We also vet all clients through our vetting service.” Victor nodded. “So where do I come in?” “We need a few people to help test out the system. Make sure it works. You’ll sign up for the service and experience it for 30 days. Every week we’ll check in and you’ll let us know what bugs there are. Hopefully we can go live in six months.” Victor nodded. “One more thing… I am not a little. I just like wearing diapers for fun. And a mommy to change me seems like a good idea. What if I don’t want to be full baby?” “We are not an ABDL specific company. I want to provide a service that cares for the men who need it most. You’ll get diapers and changes and coddling and all the love you want. You will just test all the levels of service for us and we’ll be good.” “All the levels?” Victor raised an eyebrow. “Light DL to full baby.” “But I don’t want full baby.” Victor replied. Laura nodded. “Right, I understand that. But if you test all the levels you’ll get the service for free.” Victor looked up. “Free?” “Yeah, our thank you for testing the service.” Victor agreed and said he’d be game. After handing over his identification and signing some paperwork, he downloaded the app MTP onto his iPhone and finished his coffee. It had gotten cold at this point because they’d spent the day chatting. They kept discussing life and a few other topics when they parted for the night. “Your subscription starts tomorrow.” Laura said smiling. “We… I… can’t thank you enough for your help with this.” Victor nodded. “Anytime.” *** Later that night, Victor thumbed through the app to set up his Mommy Time Plus profile. He had to take a photo of himself, his ID and add his credit card. Naturally, he wouldn’t be paying. After signing up, another pop up appeared asking him to select a level. The tiers were as followed: Level 1: The Girlfriend Experience Level 2: The Real Diaper Lover Level 3: Mommy Domme / Little Boy Level 4: The Full Baby Experience Victor chucked at these markers. They probably corosponded to different types of mommies in the network. He selected Level 1: The Girlfriend Experience. Welcome to Level One! it said. Victor clicked on the notification and a screen popped up that asked him to accept the terms and conditions before continuing. Groaning a little and recognizing that this was way too much to read this late at night, he clicked accept. The next screen asked him to allow location tracking. After agreeing, the next screen appeared with a crafty animation. Welcome to Level 1: The Girlfriend Experience. On the screen came up a video of a woman and a man talking. Victor turned up the volume and listened. Both characters on the screen seemed to be extremely happy. They welcomed him to Mommy Time Plus and said they were so glad he purchased Level 1. Victor thought this was pretty cool and the production was sleek and polished. He had to remember to tell this to Laura at the end of the week. The man on the screen explained that this level came with diaper changes in the morning and at night. Also if you wanted, some of the “mommies” would want to go on a few outings during the week, but that could be managed later. Because the mommies (and daddies) were excited to get started you needed to set a time for your mommy to arrive and she’d change your diaper at the same time every day. The woman warned that the mommies will come at that same time, so he’d better be wearing his diapers like a good boyfriend. She also said that he needed to set a time at night for his mommy to put him in diapers too. The man then grew serious, “Just like any fitness class, if you miss a diaper change, there will be consequences. Our mommies and daddies set aside their time to care for you, so when you make a commitment, commit to it. Your mommy will come find you if you don’t cancel 24 hours in advance. Failure to cancel results in a penalty and / or exclusion from the app.” Victor nodded making a mental note of the cancelation policy. This all made sense and seemed pretty well buttoned up. The new window gave him a few options to select from. How did he like his mommies, did he wear every night (of course I do, Victor pushed), did he use them for messes or just settings (Victor only wet, messing was gross). After agreeing again to the terms of the week, he set his first diaper change for 5:30 AM, when he usually woke up for the gym and then 5:30 PM when he usually got home and slipped on a diaper anyway. After feeling pretty good, he diapered up and went to bed. *** Like what you see here? Check out my Patreon where there are more stories. For just $10 you can read short stories like this and even longer ones. You can also check out more of the newest series: “Mommy Time Plus” https://www.patreon.com/kyleshouse

Kelly is cruising through life. She doesn't work, doesn't have a social life and is happy to sit at home all day doing absolutely nothing. Beth is Kelly's mother and unfortunately a bit of a push over. However, Beth has found herself a younger boyfriend called Craig. Craig isn't one to allow Kelly to do whatever she wants and after a dinner table announcement that horrifies Kelly the house finds a new dynamic emerging that not everyone is happy with... --- This story has been available on my Patreon page for the last week and with a $5 a month pledge you can see all my updates a week before anyone else. For $10 a month you can get early access plus access to THIRTY-TWO stories that only my patrons get to see. If you are interested please consider giving my Patreon page a look https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- Disciplining Kelly By Elfy “Hurry up and get dressed!” Beth exclaimed as she poked her head around the living room door. Kelly was doing what she always did. She was sitting in front of the television and munching on some snacks, she didn’t move when her mom yelled at her and simply rolled her eyes. She took a big gulp of her soda and then let out a loud belch. Despite her unhealthy snacking choices she was actually quite small in terms of both height and weight. The thirty-year-old woman had spent half her life lying idly on this couch, it was almost permanently indented with her body shape. “It’s just Craig.” Kelly scoffed when Beth’s head appeared around the door again, “It’s not like royalty is visiting. I don‘t know why you waste your time on him anyway…” “That’s not the point!” Beth was almost frantic as she rushed around straightening pictures and clearing dust, “You know this is a big evening for us.” Kelly huffed. She didn’t like Craig at all and the fact he was moving in was a major source of frustration for her. Craig was twenty-years-old, a decade younger than Kelly and yet he was dating her mom! Kelly was unemployed and lived off her mother. She had no aspirations or motivation and that suited her just fine. She was happy living with her fifty-four-year-old mother and didn’t expect to ever move out. Kelly was delighted with the status quo which was why she was so annoyed when Craig came on to the scene. With all of her needs catered for she had no reason to go anywhere else and she wasn’t going to let her mom’s boy toy walk on to the scene and mess it all up for her. Craig was so much younger than her mother and Kelly found it disgusting. The twenty-year-old was very well built and Kelly thought it was such a waste of muscle, he could have his pick of women and he chose Kelly’s mom of all people. The age difference was huge but that wasn’t the only thing that Kelly found distasteful. Craig was always moving or doing things, he always had little projects or jobs to do and he was the antithesis of Kelly. He was like a spinning top, he just never stopped. “Kelly, please!” Beth was practically pleading with her adult daughter, “For me?” Kelly finished her snack and slowly sat up causing crumbs to fall to the floor. She was very light and despite her lack of energy she sprang to her feet and left the room. She was halfway up the stairs when the doorbell rang. She paused and looked over her shoulder as Beth squealed in excitement and hurried out into the hallway. Kelly continued up the stairs without looking over her shoulder even as her mom called her to go back down. She went straight to her bedroom which was at the furthest end of the hallway. She almost tripped over a box on the floor but that was hardly surprising because her room was a mess. Kelly didn’t believe in cleaning up since it would all just get dirty and cluttered again. She dropped on her bed and wished for a different life where her mom wasn’t going out with someone old enough to be her son. After several hours of pretending not to exist Kelly was starting to feel hungry. She could smell cooking wafting up from downstairs and knew dinner was coming. Occasionally she would hear snatched pieces of conversation or laughter coming up and it did nothing to help her mood. She was in the mood where anyone else’s happiness caused her to feel miserable. When Kelly was eventually called down for dinner she hadn’t got changed and was still in the stained clothes her mother had begged for her to change out of earlier. She walked into the dining room with a scowl across her face, there was a plate of food waiting for her and her mom sitting with Craig on the other side. “Hello Kelly.” Craig said, “So good to see you. Was just starting to think you were hiding up there because of me!” “Imagine that…” Kelly muttered sarcastically. Kelly started eating just as it seemed Craig was about to propose a toast. She was keen to get this over with as soon as possible and certainly didn’t want Craig to feel welcome. Her greatest desire was that she would be a roadblock to the relationship. “Your mother tells me there’s been some disciplinary problems.” Craig said halfway through the meal. He looked across at Kelly with a very stern look on his face, “She tells me you’ve been acting up a bit.” Kelly shrugged noncommittally and continued to eat without looking up from the table. She didn’t really care what her mom or Craig thought of her behaviour. It was true, Kelly had always been a handful. When she had been at school it seemed like she spent more time suspended or skipping than actually in the classroom. Whilst she had never been in trouble with the law she was hardly a model citizen either. “You are allowed to talk to me. I don’t bite, well, outside of the bedroom anyway.” Craig said with a little laugh. Beth nudged her boyfriend playfully and joined in the giggling as her face went red. “Gross…” Kelly put her knife and fork down. Her appetite had evaporated. “Oh, she does speak!” Craig acted surprised. “Why don’t you just… go away!?” Kelly’s temper was getting the better of her and as the red mist descended, “Mom and I were fine before you arrived.” “You’re acting like a child.” Craig retorted. The twenty-year-old was full of the confidence of youth. Kelly was getting more and more annoyed. This man ten years her junior was coming in to her life and messing everything up. She couldn’t stand this disrespect for much longer. Her legs were shaking as she did her best to avoid a scene. “Come on! You’re overreacting…” Craig snorted, “You must’ve had boyfriends, right? You know what goes on behind closed doors.” “None of your business…” Kelly growled. “She hasn’t been on a date in years.” Beth said to Craig, “I keep telling her to sign up for a dating app but…” “Mom!” Kelly exclaimed in outrage. Her face flushed red. “You’ve got to find yourself a man… or a woman. I don’t judge.” Craig chuckled, “You don’t want to live under your mom’s nose all your life.” “Stop trying to change things!” Kelly angrily spat out. She knew Craig living with her would be insufferable but she didn’t think things would go this far south so quickly. “Well, Craig wanted to talk to you about that, didn’t you?” Beth had been sitting quietly to the side but now she spoke up to distract her daughter who looked like she was about to lunge across the table. “About what?” Kelly asked. “We’ve been talking and there’s going to be some changes.” Beth said. She looked almost apologetic but stiffened up when she met Craig’s eyes. “You are lacking in discipline.” Craig continued. “What are the changes?” Kelly asked with a hint of concern. She hated change, “What’s going on?” “It’s time for you to act your age.” Craig said, “You can help with the chores, you can get a job, you can start paying rent, you can-” “Mom!?” Kelly turned to her mom in shock, “Are you just going to let him do this?” “I think he’s right.” Beth smiled nervously. “Whatever.” Kelly waved her hand dismissively and stood up. She looked at Craig, “Mom and I are happy with how things are. If you don’t like it you can leave.” “Kelly! Come back!” Beth stood up and reached out but it was already too late. Kelly stomped out of the room and up the stairs. Craig and Beth were left at the table looking at each other. Beth seemed shocked but Craig had a “I told you so” look, Kelly’s behaviour seemed to confirm everything Craig thought. When the sound of a slamming door echoed down the stairs Beth winced. “I’m sorry.” Beth said quietly, “She doesn’t like change…” “She’s thirty-years-old.” Crag replied as he picked at the last bits of food on his plate, “She has to grow up sometime.” --- Kelly huffed and puffed as she flopped on to her bed. She was willing to tolerate Craig marrying her mom despite how weird she found it but she couldn’t stand the idea of him bossing her around. She couldn’t believe he would come into their house and start changing everything. In Kelly’s opinion he had no right to tell her what to do. For the rest of the day Kelly stayed in her room and only left it when she absolutely had to. She made sure to avoid her mother and soon to be step-dad, she was beyond annoyed by the pair of them for trying to make her do anything. When Beth had first said she was marrying Craig she had thought it was a joke but it was now clear they were serious. Kelly could only rest her hopes on the two of them splitting up as soon as possible. When Kelly woke up the next day she resolved to make sure she didn’t change anything. She got dressed in some dirty clothes that were laying on her floor and then went downstairs to sit in front of the television just like she always did. She saw Craig poke his head around the door a couple of times as the hours passed but he didn’t say anything. Kelly smirked victoriously, when push came to shove he wasn’t willing to force her to change. By the time dinner came around Kelly was feeling very confident and cocky. She strolled up to the dinner table feeling like the queen of the house again, she smiled across at Craig who remained silent and stone-faced. When they started eating it was in silence but with Craig and Beth sharing pointed looks. “Did you do any job hunting today, sweetie?” Beth eventually asked. “Nope.” Kelly replied confidently. Kelly looked up from her food when she didn’t hear anyone saying anything. There was an air of tension and she was waiting for both Beth and Craig to capitulate. She had won, she knew and they would know it soon if they didn’t already. “Right, the television is off-limits.” Craig said as he placed his cutlery down, “No more computer in your room either.” “Excuse me?” Kelly’s eyes widened as she looked from Craig to her mom. “If you’re going to live like a teenager you’ll have rules like one.” Craig replied easily, “You’re thirty-years-old for Heaven’s sake.” “That’s ridiculous.” Kelly’s face scrunched up in disgust at the idea, “I refuse.” “You can’t refuse.” Craig shot back, “If you want the computer and television then you’ll have to follow the rules.” “This isn’t fair!” Kelly yelled as she stood up. She looked at her mother, “Tell him!” “Honey, it would be a good time to start spreading your wings…” Beth smiled nervously. “No!” Kelly stamped her feet on the floor, “This is bullshit.” “Don’t swear!” Craig’s voice was full of authority, “You’re acting like a baby. Just do as you’re told and you won’t be punished. All we’re asking you to do is look for a jo-” “I’m not a baby!” Kelly shrieked as she stamped her feet again. “Right, I’m going to get that computer out of your room.” Craig said as he stood up, “You can get it back when-” “No!” Kelly tried to block the door but the muscular and tall Craig had no trouble moving her out of the way. Kelly looked anxiously at her mom who was still sitting at the table. She meekly shrugged her shoulders, she wasn’t a disciplinarian and had gladly handed those duties to Craig when they discussed moving in. Craig had made a point that Kelly had to grow up and although Beth agreed she had been unable to make it happen up till now. When Kelly heard footsteps moving down the landing she suddenly realised what was happening and bolted out of the dining room and towards the stairs. She ran up the stairs two at a time and down the hallway to her bedroom. The door was open and as she turned the corner she saw Craig at her desk pulling the wires out of the computer. “You can’t do this!” Kelly was on the verge of a full blown tantrum. Her eyes were watering her screechy voice was cracking with emotion. “I can and if you ask me this is long overdue.” Craig replied. He may have been ten years younger but he certainly acted more like an adult. Kelly tried to stop him but she wasn’t strong enough to stop him doing whatever he wanted. He simply batted her hands away as she tried to make the man stop. Kelly sat on her bed and started loudly crying, she looked over to the doorway to see her mom standing and watching anxiously. “Here we go.” Craig said as he lifted up the computer tower, “You can have this back when you start acting responsibly.” Kelly lost all control and dropped on to the floor. She felt so persecuted and oppressed and she just couldn’t deal with it. She hit and kicked the floor as she cried loudly. Craig looked down on his future step-daughter and was shocked, he knew she was immature but this surprised even him. “We might need to go even younger. She’s acting like a baby.” Craig said dispassionately as he looked down at the thirty-year-old having a tantrum. “She’s always been immature but I’ve never seen this…” Beth said in shock. Kelly didn’t stop until long after the door had closed. She looked at the empty space where her computer had sat and felt anger coursing through her. The last words of her mother and Craig kept repeating in her head. She heard them calling her a “baby” and “immature.” “They want immature, do they?” Kelly said to herself through clenched teeth, “I’ll show them immature. If they want to treat me like a kid I’ll make them regret it. They’ll beg me to take the computer back to stop me!” Kelly laughed at her own deviousness. She stayed in her room for the rest of the evening and thought about the best way to get her revenge and prove her point.

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.

“Miss Parker?” Chloe snapped to attention, sitting up in her seat. “Yes, Thomas?” He stepped down from the podium and took off his horn-rimmed glasses. His brow furrowed as he breathed on the lenses and wiped them clean with a handkerchief. “It’s Professor Ulrich, Miss Parker. I asked you a question, but clearly you weren’t paying attention. Again.” She had been paying attention, just not to the class. “I’m sorry, Professor Ulrich.” She’d been fantasizing, as she often found herself lately, about him. “What was the question?” “I’m not inclined to make the whole class wait to give you a personal lecture. See me after class, Miss Parker.” She sank back into her seat, her feigned disappointment masking the secret delight that was washing over her. He wasn’t her type. Her initial reaction on the first day that had been that he was so old; after hearing several of the other girls had crushes on the psychology teacher, she had expected some hunky young stud. Professor Ulrich looked to be in his late forties, though someone had said he was 53, but she didn’t believe that. Her parents were only in their mid forties, and the idea of someone that was more than old enough to be her father turned her off. At first. But as the semester wore on, every weekend spent partying and fucking frat boys, she began to appreciate the handsome older gentleman she spent 90 minutes staring at every Tuesday and Thursday morning. If he was in his fifties, he stilled looked damn good, strong under his black turtlenecks and suit jackets, not overly muscled like the meat headed jocks that got drunk off their asses and plowed her fast and then passed out on her on Friday and Saturday nights. He still had a full head of thick, dark hair, with just a shock of grey at the temples and a thin beard he kept meticulously groomed. It wasn’t just his older appearance that drew in the 18-year-old’s interest. He exuded a maturity she didn’t see elsewhere, and compared to him, her peers, the male students, and even some of the younger male teachers, were boys, whereas Thomas, Professor Ulrich, was a man. The way he commanded his classroom full of otherwise rude and uninterested college kids was downright attractive to her in a way she didn’t fully understand. She watched him, once again finding herself unable to pay attention to the words he was saying, as she got lost in his body language while he strode confidently in front of the lecture hall. Suddenly, everyone was grabbing their bags and getting up all around her. He’d dismissed class, but not her. No, he wanted to see her after class. Privately. There were rumors, whispers really, that he’d had affairs with his students. There were never any names attached to these stories, and it was probably wishful thinking; she was definitely having some wishful thoughts as the lecture hall cleared and he returned to his desk. She got up, taking a moment to tug her shirt down to expose as much cleavage as possible. She’d started dressing more provocatively, especially in his class. Her short black skirt left little to the imagination, and her tight top exposed her flat stomach, and her new boobs, a graduation present from her mom, filled it out quite nicely. “You wanted to see me, Thomas?” she asked, twirling a strand of her auburn hair in her fingers as she sauntered up to his desk. “Professor Ulrich,” he reminded her. “I’m sorry. I just thought, since it’s after class and all…” “This is still my classroom. I’m still your instructor. You’re still my student, Miss Parker.” She shivered a bit as he called her his student, possessive almost. “I’m sorry,” she repeated, more sincerely but still a bit flirty, “Professor Ulrich.” She bit her lower lip. He studied her, but his face bore no interest on what she was laying on pretty thick. “Do you understand why you do that, Miss Parker?” “Do what?” she asked innocently, leaning forward, giving him a better view down her top. “If you paid any attention in my class at all, you might actually understand your actions.” “I’m sorry, I’m really better with one on one instruction. Maybe we could have a private session?” She put her hands on his desk across from his, slowly inching them forward. He didn’t flinch away, nor move to stop her. “I know what you’re trying to do, Miss Parker.” “I wouldn’t insult your intelligence.” The harsh rap of his wedding band against the wood stopped her as he tapped his ring finger on the desk. She knew he was married, and maybe she just hadn’t wanted to see it, but she’d never really noticed his wedding ring before. Not that that ever stopped most men. “But you’d insult my marriage?” She drew back. The words were annoyed, but his tone was not, and she faltered, the confidence she’d been playing with before failing her suddenly. “I- I’m sorry,” she stuttered. He stood up, picking up his briefcase. “I’m faithful to my wife, Miss Parker. Real men always are.” He started walking away. She looked at his desk, a yellow sticky note catching her eye. It was a time and an address. Chloe turned back to him to confirm it was for her, but he was already heading out the door, not looking back. She snatched up the note, reading it over again. She knew the street, though she’d never been there. It was in a really nice neighborhood. It said 9 p.m. but there was no date. Was it meant for tonight? Was it meant for her? * * * It took Chloe nearly a full five minutes of apprehensive indecisive shuffling on her feet before she rang the doorbell. Professor Ulrich went by a strict policy of 15 minutes early was on time, and on time was late, and she assumed that would be doubly true for this, so she finally forced herself to ring the doorbell on the massive, fancy door before her at 11 minutes of nine. The urge to run nearly overwhelmed her as soon as her finger hit the button, but running in the impractical four inch heels she’d picked out for this occasion would have been a joke. The door opened, not to reveal Professor Ulrich, but the most stunning woman Chloe had ever seen. It had to be Professor Ulrich’s wife. She knew immediately that this vision of a woman was the type of woman a man like Thomas Ulrich married, and the idea that he would even entertain the idea of cheating on this stunning creature with anyone, let alone her, seemed laughable. Her sleek, black evening gown screamed both expensive and custom, fitting to her voluptuous form perfectly. The schoolgirl look Chloe had been trying to emulate with her short pleated skirt and blouse suddenly seemed incredibly juvenile instead of sexy like she had planned. She had that ageless beauty of an actress that could play someone in their early thirties just as easily as someone in their fifties. Chloe realized that she had been a fool. Professor Ulrich hadn’t invited her here to sleep with her. He’d been serious about not cheating on his wife, and he’d invited her here to show her why, to show her what a naive child she had been. “I- I- I-” she stammered, unable to find words. She turned, meaning to flee. She’d drop his class; maybe drop out of school entirely. “Where do you think you are going?” the woman asked. Her voice was sultry, and carried the same authority and demand for respect as her husband’s did. Chloe stopped, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry, I’m at the wrong house.” “I don’t think you are, Miss Parker. Do come inside.” Chloe felt one last inclination to run, but instead she turned back and walked inside. Her parents were pretty well off, and her house growing up had been big and nice, but this place was, classy. Elegant. “Thomas. Our guest is here,” she called up the stairs. Professor Ulrich appeared at the top of the stairs, looking down over the carved banister. “Ah, Miss Parker. This is my wife, Doctor Renata Ulrich. Dear, this is one of my students, Miss Parker.” Chloe awkwardly extended her hand, unsure of what to do. “Charmed,” Renata said, daintily shaking her hand. Chloe had no clue what she was doing here. Professor Ulrich walked down the stairs wearing a dark grey suit. “Prof- Thomas,” she started. Her hosts shared a look, Renata covering her mouth to hide a smile. Chloe felt like a little girl again, trying to call her parents’ friends by their first names for the first time, and the Ulriches’ reactions were the same, chuckling to themselves about the little girl trying to be an adult. “Thomas,” she tried again, maintaining a level of confidence and assertiveness. “What is it, Miss Parker?” She wanted to know why he’d invited her here, but she had no idea how to ask. “Why- why am I here?” she stammered finally. He chuckled. “That’s an excellent question. Why did you come here?” he asked. “You left that note. That was for me? Right?” He didn’t answer, but Renata stepped in front of her. “You came here hoping to sleep with my husband.” Chloe gulped, audibly. “It’s alright. I don’t blame you. A lot of his students do. He’s a very attractive man.” Chloe followed her gaze to her teacher, unable to take her eyes off him. She still had no idea why she was here, or at least why they wanted her there, because they did seem to want her. “So you asked me here to…” she trailed off, hoping one of them would fill in the blanks for her. “You tried, poorly, to proposition your teacher, Miss Parker,” Thomas said, his tone not quite chiding, but his usual level of abruptness he used when talking to his students that weren’t quite keeping up with him. “I’m sorry,” she stammered quietly. “I’m a married man.” He gestured to his wife. “I make no effort to hide it.” He flashed her his wedding band. Chloe wondered briefly if this whole thing was just to prove to his wife that he was faithful, but Renata seemed more intent on her than him. “I told you I don’t cheat on my wife, and you showed up here anyway. What, then, were you hoping would happen?” She’d never felt so nervous in her entire life. “I don’t know.” Her mouth was completely dry and her voice felt small. “You’re scaring the poor thing,” Renata said. Her words seemed like they were meant to be reassuring, but her tone wasn’t. “We’re both faithful to each other,” he said, “but we do, on occasion, play with others.” Chloe hadn’t realized she had stopped breathing until she started again when he said that, and she sucked in air in relief. He’d taken awhile to get the point, but she dared to let herself feel a little flattered. “You want to have a three way?” This seemed to tickle Renata quite a bit, and a wry smile cracked across Thomas’s face. Of course, people like this would have a more classy word than ‘three way.’ Menagerie? No, that wasn’t it, but it was something close, and she kept her mouth shut for fear of making a greater fool of herself. “No, not a ‘three way,’” Renata said. “A ‘three way’ makes each party seem equal,” he said. “You are more of an amusement, something to keep things fresh.” Chloe was crestfallen. She’d allowed herself for a moment to believe that her teacher was actually interested in her, but no, she’d been right in her initial reaction when she showed up and their was his gorgeous wife at the door. This was just some game they played, and she was some sort of pawn, a toy, in their relationship. “I think- I should go,” she stammered. “Aw, already?” Renata asked, a hint of disappointment in her voice, but not a lot. “You already came to your married professor’s house, hoping something would happen, and you’re really going to turn around and go back to your dull life now?” Chloe faltered. Renata took her arm, gently but forcefully. “Let’s get you downstairs.” Alarm bells were ringing in Chloe’s head as she allowed herself to be guided down the hall and down a set of stairs, but she made no move to stop or protest. A chandelier over a pool table and recessed lighting over the full bar in the corner lit the lavishly furnished basement. She stumbled across the marble tile floor in her heels, but Renata kept her steady and moving towards a lone door at the end of the basement. There was a key in the door, though it was already ajar, and Thomas opened the door for them. She walked in blind into the darkness, and it wasn’t until the door shut behind her and she heard the loud click of the lock turning that the lights turned on. Dim lamps set in the wall all came on, revealing what could only be described as a sex dungeon. Chloe had seen Fifty Shades of Grey; she’d explored the darker recesses of the internet. She knew exactly what she’d just walked into. And had just been locked into. Finally, too late, her legs obeyed her, and she tried to stop, to turn around, but Renata’s grip tightened on her arm. “Ah ah ah. Too late for that now.” “She was rather easy,” Thomas said, as though Chloe wasn’t even there. Chloe reached into her purse, fumbling for her phone, but Renata easily took it from her and handed it to her husband, who reached in and pulled out her phone, turning it off. “Please. My friends are expecting me.” “No. No they are not,” Thomas said. “You were expecting to spend the night fucking my husband,” Renata reminded her. “I wasn’t, I swear.” “Hush, grownups are speaking,” Renata said, as if shushing a child. And she felt like a child, small, her arm still held easily in Renata’s grip. Chloe bit her tongue as Renata turned her attention back to her husband. “Let’s get her over here and see what’s interested in you this time.” “Move her here,” he said, beckoning her forward. “Give me her wrists.” Thomas took Chloe’s arm from Renata while the woman took her other arm. “What are you going to do with me?” she dared to ask as Thomas fastened a wide leather cuff around her wrist. “Get her gag, would you dear?” Thomas asked his wife, ignoring the girl who was finally starting to put up a struggle, albeit a useless one. “Gladly,” she said, returning with a big black ballgag. “Open wide.” “Wait! What armmph!” she didn’t get the chance to finish as Renata put the 3” silicone ball to her lips and pulled on the straps until the ball wedged itself behind her teeth as she tried to protest. “That’s much better,” Renata said, strapping it tightly in place while the girl tried to adjust to the intruder in her mouth, foaming and fuming uselessly. “Your generation never knows when to just shut up and listen,” Thomas said as he finished cuffing the girl and hung her chained wrists from a hook in the ceiling. Had the poor girl not already been in staggeringly high heels, she would have been forced to remain on her tiptoes. “Mmmmph!” “I know, you bit off more than you can chew,” Renata said, patting her cheek patronizingly. “Now let’s see what you are trying so hard to show off,” Thomas said. Her eyes widened above her gag as he took out a pair of sheers, the metal blades glinting in the light as he approached. She started struggling, swinging back and forth and trying to back away as she whined into her gag. “Hold still,” Renata said, grabbing her and holding her torso. Still the girl kicked her feet, hanging painfully by her wrists. “I know you’re not the brightest girl, but surely you’re smart enough to know that even if I wanted to cut you, there would be nothing you could do to stop me, and if you continue to struggle, it’s more likely for me to accidentally slice you open. Now stay still.” The logic didn’t sink into her panicking brain, but his commanding tone at the end did, and she fought to stay still, shaking only a little as he took the sheers and started cutting downward through her blouse. Renata peeled back the two halves of the shirt, exposing her red lace Victoria’s Secret push up bra. Chloe had thought Professor Ulrich would like it. It was a favorite among the frat boys, for sure. But Thomas Ulrich was no frat boy, and both he and his wife scrutinized it as they would a piece of art where it was clear the artist was trying, but the end result was less than impressive. “Your lingerie is doing so much work,” Renata said, running her slender fingers along the lace, pausing to squeeze Chloe’s left breast through the material. Chloe found herself blushing, even more so at the knowing smile that crossed the woman’s face as she felt her breast. “Fake cleavage, fake breasts. You’re trying so hard to be a real woman, aren’t you?” “Mmmm,” Chloe gave a low moan that wasn’t really a response to the question as her blush deepened. Her mom had gotten her breast implants for her 18th birthday right before her graduation from high school, pushing her modest B that the high school football team made snide remarks about to a impressive D that all the college boys loved, fake or not. “There are more and more fake breasts in my classroom every year,” Thomas said with a disappointed sigh. “Why would you do this to yourself?” Renata asked. Chloe couldn’t respond as the better and naturally endowed woman pulled her bra down, freeing her breasts. She squeezed them, her fingers digging into the silicon filled sacks beneath the subcutaneous tissue. “Whom are you fooling?” she asked, this time seeming to directly address the helpless girl. Chloe couldn’t meet her gaze. She looked down, her cheeks scarlet, and she was forced to watch as the woman played with her fake tits, kneading them with an almost disappointed anger. “Feel these,” Renata said to her husband. “I know,” he said, taking an offered tit in his hand. “It’s a travesty.” He lifted her breast, running his other hand on the underside until his fingers found the surgical scar. “You might have grown into an actually well developed woman one day. But now, you’ll always be a clown.” She found herself nodding, moaning into the ballgag. She’d never regretted the boob job before, but now she found herself wishing she’d never gotten it done. “They say the modern surgery doesn’t rob you of any feeling, but I can tell you they’re wrong,” Renata told the girl, flicking her nipples, which had stiffened under all the attention, good and hard. “Mmmph?” Chloe asked. “Your breasts are a very sensitive erogenous zone, with thousands of nerves all sending signals to your pleasure center. Even with so many, why would you want to rob yourself of any of them?” As she talked, she turned around and walked over to a shelf, coming back with a pair of alligator teeth nipple clamps. “Mmf! Nnf!” Chloe cried, shaking her head, but Thomas grabbed her by her hair, holding her head still. “You stupidly got it in your head that these big fake tits would help you find a good man.” “Do you think my husband finds those silicone filled balloons attractive?” Renata asked her as she opened and closed the sharp little teeth in front of Chloe’s face. “No I do not.” He ignored her gagged screams of pain as his wife closed the first clamp around her right nipple, turning to his wife and pulling back the shoulder strap of her breast, pulling it down and revealing more of Renata’s full, luscious breast, and he leaned over her, kissing it. She moaned in pleasure as she tilted back her head, reaching around her husband to Chloe’s other breast, tracing the jagged teeth across her flesh. “You’ve robbed yourself of peak pleasure,” Renata said, her voice husky. Her husband pulled her breast out and his mouth found her nipple and she moaned louder, snapping the clip closed around their plaything’s other nipple. “MMMMMMPH!” Chloe’s nipples were on fire. But the pain ignited something else in her, a fire in her loins, building slowly. Part of her couldn’t imagine if her breasts were any more sensitive. Part of her hated herself for knowing she’d now never feel that extra heightened sensitivity. Thomas pulled himself away from his wife, and Chloe saw her breast hanging out of a black bra that screamed both custom and expensive, making her more ashamed of her red Victoria’s secret number. Renata’s breast sagged, a trait Chloe previously would have thought unattractive, but now she saw that gravity’s hold old the mature woman’s bosom gave it a realness, an authenticity that was incredibly sexy. Her nipple stood proudly from her big, dark aureola, glistening with her husband’s saliva. A man like that would never be drawn to suck on her fake breasts. “Enjoying the show?” Renata asked her, not bothering to put her breast away as she flicked Chloe’s clamped nipple, earning another ear piercing scream from the gagged girl. “Of course she is,” Thomas said. He composed himself, removing his glasses again to clean them. “Do you remember, Miss Parker, when I asked you if you understood why you tried to come onto me?” She mumbled an incoherent response, barely able to pay attention to anything besides Renata toying with her abused breasts, but Professor Ulrich’s voice drew her in regardless as he continued. “It was another lecture you weren’t paying attention to.” “She was probably fantasizing about you,” Renata said, glancing up at her husband as she opened and closed the clamps, drawing tiny drops of blood from the poor girl’s tender buds. “Oh, undoubtedly. And if she was paying attention to my lecture, she might have understood why.” He returned his glasses to his face, adopting his lecturing posture and demeanor, no different from if he had a full lecture hall full of students before him instead of a single girl, half naked and bound and gagged. “The Electra Complex. You may be more familiar with its male counterpart, the Oedipus Complex. Or, one such as you might not be familiar with it all. But in short, it’s the principle where little girls fall in love with their fathers. Now, some grow out of this, but many don’t, and they find themselves attracted to men like their father, or sometimes just older men in general, because a part of them still needs a father figure, and they’re confused, sexually, and try to fill both roles at once.” Chloe had actually at least heard of the Oedipus Complex and was vaguely familiar with the principle. More than that, she was familiar with the idea of girls marrying guys that were just like their fathers. Of course, other than the age, Professor Ulrich was nothing like her father. He was, in her eyes, superior to her father in every way, and all she knew was that she wanted him. And that she didn’t deserve him. “You’re so confused,” Renata told her as she pressed Chloe’s boobs together. “Nnhmmm,” Chloe moaned, nodding, her drool dripping onto her tortured breasts. “You came off to college with your big fake tits and your big girl underwear, and it’s just a sexual paradise. But it wasn’t satisfying,” Professor Ulrich went on. “No. You set your sights on my husband.” Renata’s tone shifted to cruel, and the pinched the clips even tighter around Chloe’s sore nipples, making the girl scream. “You thought all this,” he gestured to her hanging body, with slight disdain, “was worth my time. How full of yourself you were, prancing around in your skimpy outfits.” He grabbed her skirt, lifting it just a little, the crotch of her matching red lace thong revealed under the fabric. “I’m so tired of all you girls coming into my classroom with your tits hanging out and flashing your underwear.” Renata grabbed her skirt, yanking it down her thighs. Chloe shrieked and tried to shake her legs to keep her skirt up, but Renata gave her a stinging slap on her ass. “None of that, slut,” she chided her, letting the skirt fall, the fabric pooling around her ankles. Renata rubbed her freshly spanked cheek, grabbing the back of her thong and pulling it upward, giving the girl a painful wedgie. “Does it feel good, having your ass cheeks hanging out?” Chloe shook her head. There were tears streaming down her cheeks. “Does this make you feel sexy?” Renata pulled the front of her thong up, tugging the fabric up between her labia. The girl choked out a sob and shook her head. “That’s right. No one’s impressed with this.” Chloe’s body jerked forward and she scrambled to get her feet back under her as Renata yanked her thong forward, ripping it clean off, exposing her bald pussy. “I’ll never understand this,” Thomas said, scrutinizing her crotch. “With these fake tits and hairless cunt, you can’t even tell if she’s hit puberty yet,” Renata added. Chloe had gotten complete laser hair removal down there some time ago. It was easier than constantly waxing, and she thought the guys liked it smooth, but now she felt foolish and childish. “She’s quite aroused,” Renata noted, running her fingers between her legs. “Mmmmm,” Chloe moaned. She was. Her body was responding to the humiliation at the hands of her captors in a way she didn’t understand. That, and the stimulation to her breasts, she was sopping wet, rubbing her thighs together with desperate need. “Look at you,” Thomas said, stepping in close, grabbing her chin and lifting her face to stare at him in the eyes. She thrust herself forward involuntarily, but he just tightened his grip on her chin, controlling her. “You’re a child playing at being an adult, and doing it so poorly. The more worthless you realize you are, the more desperate you become.” “Mmmph!” Renata slipped a finger into her dripping vagina, ramming her ring finger all the way up so the girl could feel her wedding ring up at her entrance. Chloe screamed, thrusting her pelvis at Renata’s hand and dancing on her feet. “Settle down,” Thomas said, grabbing her nose and pinching it shut. The girl thrashed and foam flew around her ballgag as she struggled to breath around the massive intruder. “Easy, slut,” Renata said, slowly pulling her finger out. “Do you think a little harlot like you deserves to get off?” She knew the answer was no, and she shook her head no even as she pleaded incoherently through her gag to cum. “You certainly don’t.” Renata pulled her finger out, wiping the girl’s juices over her lips and ballgag, forcing her to smell her arousal, to taste her need. “I’m a teacher, Miss Parker. First and foremost, I am always an educator,” Professor Ulrich told her as he reached up and began unfastening her cuff from the hook suspending her. “Even to pupils as dumb as you,” Renata said, holding her still as he lowered her arms in front of her, her wrists still cuffed together. “Yes, and for girls as stupid as you, extra measures must be taken to make sure you learn your lesson.” A sense of dread was slowly overriding Chloe’s frenzy of horniness, though her loins still ached for attention. But as she was led forward, she dared not try to run or resist. Her wrists were finally uncuffed and she was roughly spun around, only to have the remains of her shirt and bra stripped off of her, leaving her completely nude save for her heels. The impulse was sudden and she brought her arms up to cover her breasts and pussy. This brought another laugh from both of her tormentors. “What do you think you’re doing?” “She’s already learning shame. And you certainly have a lot to be ashamed of. But you don’t get to cover up here.” Her wrists were grabbed again and she was thrust forward. She stumbled and fell, catching herself on a table, where one of them grabbed her wrists, lashing them down, and the other grabbed her ankles, spreading them and cuffing them to the legs of the table, leaving her helpless bent over the side of the table, completely exposed and vulnerable. “There are still places in the United States where corporal punishment is legal. Regrettably, it hasn’t been used in universities in many years, though if they knew then how immature the students were becoming, that might not have been the case,” Thomas explained. Chloe struggled, testing her new bonds as she heard him pacing about behind her. “We’re going to make a special exception for you,” Renata whispered in her ear, stroking her hair in a manner that was anything but reassuring. “You need to be punished.” Even having guessed at what was coming and hearing the whoosh of something heavy moving through the air at high speeds behind her, she was unprepared for the pain of the paddle striking her bare ass. She’d never been spanked as a child before, and though one guy had tried it in bed, they’d been little taps with his hands and she hadn’t been a fan. This was pure agony. Her pert buttocks rippled from the impact, and her pale, smooth flesh turned white for the briefest of moments before it flooded with color, turning crimson. Chloe wailed into her gag, her eyes wide, the pain of her tender nipples, still tightly clamped and pressed painfully beneath her body against the hard surface of the table, completely forgotten as the stinging pain across her backside overwhelmed her senses. She was still screaming from the first blow when he spanked her again, her gagged cry ratcheting up several decibels. “You brought this on yourself,” Renata told the writhing, screaming girl as her husband continued to rain blows down on her red butt. “Little girls need to know their place. A pathetic little slut like you shouldn’t be hitting on real men that are so clearly out of your league.” Through her screaming, Chloe tried to nod and yell that Renata was right, that she shouldn’t have flirted with her professor. She quickly lost track of how many times she’d been struck. Her ass and the backs of her thighs were on fire, and in her mind she’d been spanked hundreds times when the blows finally subsided. The girl was a blubbering mess, tears and snot and drool streaming down her face, a puddle forming on the table beneath her. “What a mess you are,” Renata said. She ran her finger through the trail of tears, licking it off. “Mmhmmph,” she nodded. Thomas freed her ankles while Renata untied her wrists and stood her up. Chloe could barely stand on her own, and she quickly crumpled into Renata’s arms, staring up at her captor and moaning. “Don’t tell me you’re done after one little spanking? You, who so brazenly came onto my husband, are now like putty in my arms.” “Mmmm.” “We’re just getting started with you. You forfeit the opportunity to back out the moment you rang our doorbell,” he said, grabbing her in his strong arms and pulling her up. Her feet dragged uselessly across the floor as he carried her along. She screamed again into her ballgag as he sat her down in a chair, her abused ass lighting up with fresh pain as she sat down, but she was helpless to get up on her own. Thomas walked away and Renata came over, crouching in front of her. “Your garish make up is running all over the place.” She started wiping away the mess. “You used too much and you applied it poorly anyways.” Chloe nodded remotely. She wanted, no, needed to get up, not to try and escape, that was well beyond her reach and she knew it, but to relieve the pressure on her butt. She raised her arms weakly, but Renata easily pushed them back down to her sides. Desperate, the girl threw her weight to the side and toppled off the chair onto the cold, hard cement floor. “Where are you going?” Renata asked, not the least bit concerned. “Nnnph.” “Come here.” “Hmmph,” she moaned again, looking up at her. The woman looked so huge from this angle, only serving to make her feel even smaller and more pathetic in comparison. “Come here,” Renata said again, slower and sterner. Chloe moaned as she tried to get up. “No. Crawl. That’s much more fitting for you.” Chloe sobbed again and started crawling. The floor was fortunately smooth, but still her breasts and clamped nipples dragged agonizingly across the ground as she pulled herself along towards the woman. “How does it feel?” she asked as Chloe reached her feet, staring up at her. “Pmmrmmf.” The girl found her eyes drawn up the woman’s dress, where even in the dim light she thought she could make out the outline of her stockings leading up to a garter belt. “Curious, are you?” She nodded, slowly. “Of course you are. Perhaps later. But for now, we’re going to have some more fun with you.” She groaned questioningly, only to feel Thomas grab her arms and pull them behind her back. She yelped and put up a futile struggle, but a stinging slap to her sore ass stopped her in her tracks. “Submit,” he said simply, and she lay still as he began to tie thin rope around her wrists and arms. Scarcely more than an hour ago, she thought she was going to have an affair with this man. She had dared to believe he’d find her young body attractive and a welcome change from his wife. If the dumb frat boys she usually fucked even knew her tits were fake, they didn’t care. She thought she was hot, desirable, quite a catch. Now she knew she was wrong. She still had no idea what she was, a little girl playing at being a woman, a piece of meat, a mere toy for these vastly superior people to play with. But she knew that her treatment had awoken something, some primal truth, deep down, and there was something so right about the way she was being treated. Everything they’d told her, that they’d done with her, she’d deserved, and a hungry part of her needed more. Her cunt (an ugly word she’d never before used to describe her pussy, but that is what she thought of it now) had never ached for attention like it did now. It was like there was a wire straight from her abused nipples to her cunt, and every word they said to her sent an extra spark straight between her legs. Thomas bound her quickly and tightly, expertly tying an intricate shibari harness on the limp girl. She moaned in soft protest when he manipulated her body, putting more pressure on her breasts, but she put up no other resistance. “The ropes suit you nicely,” Renata informed her as her husband bound their plaything. “They remind you that you’re completely helpless, totally out of your own control.” She nodded, another torrent of slobber spilling past the rubber ball wedged in her mouth as she tried to respond, drool raining down on her freshly bound tits. “Tut tut,” Renata chided, wiping her chin. Chloe moaned again as she tended to her breasts. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Renata wiped her chin again and reached behind her head, unstrapping the gag. It came out with a wet pop and the girl worked her aching jaw. “Nnn. Aank you.” “No one said you could speak,” Renata said, putting her finger to the girl’s lips. “She can’t be trusted to keep her mouth shut,” Thomas said, working on binding her legs. “No, she can’t. Here, hold onto this until I find something better to occupy your mouth.” Renata forced the cloth she’d been wiping up the Chloe’s drool with into her mouth, working it in until she probably wouldn’t have been able to spit it out even if she had dared to do so. “Nnf,” she moaned softly. “Yes, that’s better, and that takes care of your drool problem.” Chloe tried to adjust to her knew gag, struggling to keep it from going into the back of her throat. She’d just managed to get her gag reflex under control when she was suddenly lifted up. Thomas and Renata worked together to suspend her again from the ceiling, dangling on her tiptoes. The ropes pulled tighter, but distributed her weight evenly. Chloe looked down at herself, her big fake tits thrust out obscenely from having her elbows tied together, forcing her chest out. The ropes dug in tight around they’re base, and they hung out like overripe fruit, starting to turn purple from lack of circulation and bulging like balloons. She had a weird thought that if the clips were removed, they’d suddenly deflate rapidly, cartoonishly. The rest of her body was crisscrossed with more rope, with her captors putting the final touches on her bondage. She watched, wide eyed, as she first felt and then saw one of them passing a rope between her thighs. Her cunt quivered in anticipation and she moaned as she felt the coarse fibers gliding higher and higher between her legs as Renata’s hand pulled the rope up and looped it around one of the ropes around her waist. The woman started pulling it back down, and the rope was tugged taught, burying itself between her engorged nether lips. Chloe screamed into the cloth packed in her mouth as the rope rubbed across her clit. “Not too excited,” Renata warned her. “You’re not allowed to cum.” She spread the helpless girl’s labia and reached under the rope, grazing her nail over her entrance, and then flicked lightly at her clit, making her scream again as she thrust her hips forwards. “My wife said you’re not allowed to cum,” Professor Ulrich said, grabbing the ropes at her hips and holding her still as she desperately tried to thrust forward. “And you will obey her.” Chloe whined into her gag and nodded, trying to reassert control over her body’s depraved urges. It wasn’t easy as Renata wedged the remaining rope also deep in her cunt and back up between her butt cheeks, tying it off tightly. They both stepped back, admiring their work. Chloe hung between them, trussed up like a turkey and completely helpless, practically shaking as it took every ounce of self-control she had to not hump her crotchrope until she came like a fountain. “Your rope work is good,” Renata complimented. “Thank you. You set the bar high.” She smiled. “I try.” “But her gag could use work.” “Oh, she won’t spit that out.” “I have no doubt. But aesthetically, it’s a bit of a mess,” he said. “I suppose you’re right. A simple enough fix.” Renata selected a thick white cloth and then started prodding the cloth in Chloe’s mouth deeper in, packing it into her cheeks until they both bulged evenly. She swiftly tied the cloth neatly over the girl’s mouth and nose, completing her gag. “Much better,” Thomas said. He was setting something up across the room in front of their plaything. “Thank you. Dessert?” “Just a moment.” He finished setting up a tripod and turned on a camera mounted on it. “There we are.” Renata turned to Chloe. “We didn’t get to our dessert before you showed up to try and fuck my husband. Now you’re going to wait down here for us to finish. Remember, you don’t get to cum, slut.” Thomas tapped the glowing red light on the camera, just to show the girl that they were watching, and then he held out his arm to his wife. “Shall we?” “Of course.” She took his arm. Chloe heard the click of Renata’s heels and softer steps of his loafers as they walked away behind her, and then the door shutting followed by the heavy click of the lock. They’d left her down there, in their sex dungeon. They’d casually gone off to have dessert while she hung there, completely tied up and gagged, with only the order for her not to cum despite the aching need and the crotchrope tantalizing her, and the little light on the camera to remind her to behave. Had the camera not been their, she would have started humping the rope the second the door locked behind them. She knew it. What they’d done to her in such a short time had gotten her all hot and bothered like nothing ever before. They’d told her not to, but they’d known they couldn’t trust her. They’d known she would succumb to her base desires even before she had, and they’d left the camera. It was enough, even in their absence, for her to at least consider trying to refrain. She took deep breaths, the cloth over the lower half of her face rising and falling slightly with each breath as she tried to calm herself. But still she found herself wiggling her hips slightly, making the ropes dance between her legs. Not just Professor Ulrich, Renata too had done a great job with the rope work, binding her so that she could very easily get herself off, if she wanted. If she lost control. There’d been no threat, no promise of a punishment if she should fail to restrain herself and cum. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in all the strange devices that could be used to torture her. Canes, floggers and whips that all looked like they’d make the spanking she got earlier feel like child’s play. All manner of restraints and gag that could be used on her. Alien looking things she couldn’t even fathom a use for, but she knew it wouldn’t be good for her. Her eyes kept being drawn back to the glowing red light on the camera. She forced herself to be still, having been unconsciously grinding the rope in her cunt again. She kept telling herself she wasn’t allowed to cum, and that just made her hotter. She wasn’t used to not getting what she wanted. Her life had been filled with instant gratification. Now she might not ever get gratification again, and the mere prospect was driving her wild. Each time, she’d edge herself closer before pulling herself back from the brink. Despite her nakedness in the cool air of the basement dungeon, she was dripping with sweat. The tight ropes encircling her body grew damp. She blinked sweat out of her eyes and chewed on her gag as she forced herself to stand still. She fixated on the camera lens, reminding herself that they were watching, that they would know, and, most importantly, that she wasn’t allowed to cum. “MMMMMPH!” she gave a frustrated scream and thrashed against her bonds, struggling for all she was worth. The pulled and strained, kicking her bound legs about. Her tantrum only succeeded in working her up again, leaving her panting beneath her gag as she got her feet back under her. Her hips started to rock again, and she made no effort to stop herself as the crotchrope rubbed between her legs. “Mmmmmmm. Mmf! Mmf! Mmf!” She froze, hearing the door open behind her. She was so close! “No self control.” Chloe craned her neck to look back over her shoulder, her eyes wide over her thick gag. Thomas and Renata stood in the door, Thomas staring at her, and Renata staring at a tablet in her hand. Chloe could just make out her own bound form suspended on the screen. She had no clue how long they’d left her, easily long enough for them to have dessert, for sure, and then they must have come down and watched her, waiting for her to finally succumb to her base desires and interrupt her just before she finally achieved release. “Are you allowed to cum?” Renata asked. Chloe shook her head furiously. “Hmmunnph.” “And were you trying to cum?” Her cheeks burned scarlet above her gag. “Mmmhmmph.” “Even though you know you aren’t allowed to cum?” Chloe found herself nodding again, blushing furiously. “Mmhmmph.” The pair circled her, slowly walking around in front. Her head snapped from side to side, wondering what they had in store for her next. Technically, she hadn’t cum, but she feared her intent was enough to warrant another punishment. “Oh my. Look at these.” Renata reached out and hefted one of the girl’s swollen boobs in her palm. By now it was a deep shade of purple, bulging out obscenely. Thomas took the other one in his hands, the taut flesh cold and clammy from lack of circulation. Chloe could only look down and watch. Her tits were largely numb, but each little movement was a dull ache that radiated down to her core. “Hold still,” Thomas told her. He left his wife playing with her tits and came back with a short but very sharp looking knife. Chloe started hyperventilating behind her gag as he approached with the blade, but she fought to stay still. Part of her wanted to close her eyes, but her eyes remained fixated on the sharp edge mere millimeters from her flesh as he skillfully cut through the rope binding her tits. “Mmmmmph!” she cried as blood flowed back into her breasts. “That’s nothing,” Renata said. She struck Chloe across the underside of her boobs with a riding crop that Chloe hadn’t even noticed her pick up. “NNNNNPH!” she shrieked even louder as an angry red stripe appeared two inches below her nipples. Renata placed the crop under her chin, lifting her head to look into her wide eyes. “You couldn’t even wait for an hour before you were humping that rope between your legs to get off like an animal.” Chloe nodded hard, whining into her gag. The crop came down hard again across her tits and she screamed again in pain. Her thighs were slick with her arousal, her cunt dripping around the soaked rope as Thomas examined it. “Pitiful.” “You are a pathetic, sex starved little slut, aren’t you?” CRAAAACK! “MMMMMMMPH!” The crop exploded across her tits again, leaving another long red welt. Hot tears streamed down her face, soaking into her gag. Renata traced her finger along the fresh welts. “You’re quite the little pain slut too.” She flicked the crop across her cunt, and Chloe winced. “You’re really regretting these big fake tits right now, aren’t you?” Chloe nodded, though she couldn’t really imagine her breasts being any more sensitive than they were right now. Her eyes widened as she watched her captor reach for her nipple clamp. She started shaking her head, whining and pleading into her gag. “Oh yes. Remember this.” Renata pinched the clamp, pulling it off. “HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNPHHH!!!” The pain was intense as blood rushed back into her nipple. She writhed in her bonds, screaming, shaking and thrashing as if she could get away from the pain. The crotchrope rubbed against her clit hard as she thrashed, the pain melding with the pleasure into something indescribable. For a second, she saw stars. Renata waited until the girl calmed down, hanging limply in her bonds. Without any warning, she removed the other nipple clamp. Even the memory of the pain of the first one still so fresh in her memory didn’t prepare Chloe for the experience again. She blacked out for a second, her brain briefly shutting off from pure stimuli overload. “Hey!” The snapping of fingers in front of her face brought round, and Chloe opened her eyes, staring at the two people who had shattered her whole world. She moaned weakly, hanging limp in her bondage. “You don’t get to check out yet,” Thomas said. “We’re not finished with you,” Renata said. They pulled her down and laid her on the floor while they started cutting her free of the ropes. Even as she was freed she just laid there on the floor, waiting for whatever else they had in store for her. Lastly, the cloth over her mouth was untied. She looked up at Professor Ulrich as he took it away, not even trying to spit out the cloth still wedged in her mouth. He reached between her lips and tugged it out of her dry mouth. She coughed, working her jaw, unsure if she should thank him or just keep her mouth shut. She wasn’t left to contemplate long, before she was roughly flipped over and Renata held an open water bottle over her mouth. Lukewarm water gushed into her throat and she choked and spluttered, desperately trying to swallow it, not realizing exactly how thirsty she was until that moment. “Drink up,” Renata said, holding the bottle until it was completely drained. Probably half of it ended up in her hair and in a puddle around her head, and Chloe just lay there, coughing. “You’re a mess,” Renata said, her tone cold and harsh. “Get up,” Professor Ulrich said. Chloe scrambled to get her legs under her. She was still in her heels, and only her ridiculous 4-inch heels, and the collapsed immediately, sprawling at their feet. Something in her broke. She started sobbing, pressing her head against the cold, hard cement. Her thighs and loins were warm and wet, and she realized she was pissing herself. The couple watched the puddle spreading from the crumpled heap of a girl. Renata sniffed disdainfully. They just let her cry in her mess for several minutes, until Renata finally took a step forward and put her foot under the girl’s head and lifted her up. “Look at yourself.” Chloe sniffled as she looked down at herself, over her big, fake, swollen, breasts crisscrossed with welts, her body covered in rope marks, her bald cunt engorged and puffy and glistening with her barely contained arousal, her thighs wet and sticky with her own urine, and the heels strapped to her feet she could no longer even stand in. “How old are you?” Professor Ulrich asked. “Eighteen,” she said softly, her voice a hoarse whisper. “Speak up when talking to an adult,” Renata said sternly. “Eighteen,” she said again, forcing herself to speak clearly. “Legally an adult,” he said. “You don’t look like an adult,” she said. “You certainly don’t conduct yourself like an adult.” “No. Look at yourself,” Renata repeated. “Big fake tits, can’t even keep yourself from humping a rope, no hair on your snatch, pissing yourself. No, you’re not an adult.” Chloe started crying harder. Some small rational part of her brain knew she should be defending herself. Yes, she’d hit on this woman’s husband and had come here, but they’d tied her up and tortured her, some of this was on them. But that rationale part of her brain was silenced by another growing part of her mind that said she deserved this, and that part of her relished in it. “What are you?” Chloe had no idea what they wanted from her. She shrugged after a moment, still sniffling. “You’re a big, helpless baby. Somewhere you got it in your head that you were a big girl who could make it in the world as an adult, but you were wrong, weren’t you?” She sobbed, nodding. “What are you?” Professor Ulrich asked. “I- I- I’m a baby,” she managed before bursting into a fresh bout of hysterics. “Yes you are. Now come on, let’s get you cleaned up and into something more appropriate.” They picked up the shivering, crying mess of a girl and dragged her across the room to a basin set in the floor. There was no longer any need to restrain her, she laid against the wall as they hosed her down with cold water, washing away her sweat and juices and pee. She was roughly toweled off and her limp body laid out on a matt on the floor. “Pay attention. Watch what I’m doing.” Thomas had to lift her head forward so she could look down at Renata as the woman kneeled in front of her. “Let’s get rid of these, first of all.” Renata unstrapped her heels and pulled them off, tossing them aside like garbage. Chloe watched as the last bit of adulthood was stripped from her. Either she was passed the point of tears or she had no more tears to cry, because she watched dry-eyed and silent. Renata reached behind her and pulled out a thick white rectangle. Even as she started unfolding it with a noisy crinkling sound, Chloe couldn’t fathom what it was. It wasn’t until the object was completely unfolded into its hourglass shape with its smooth plastic backing on one side and soft white padding on the other that it finally clicked in her mind. It was a diaper. “You peed on my floor. Now I have to put you back in diapers where you belong so you don’t have any more accidents.” Chloe’s cheeks burned with shame. She needed to be kept in diapers. Renata kneeled between the girl’s splayed legs, easily lifting her butt up off the matt and sliding the diaper under her bruised butt. “And because I’m a responsible adult and you, pathetic little baby that you are, will use your diapers, I have to make sure you don’t get a rash.” Renata squirted some oil on her hands and started rubbing it over Chloe’s loins. The girl’s body instantly responded, her hips rolling and a low moan escaping from her lips as the woman rubbed oil over her cunt. Renata slapped the back of her bruised thigh, eliciting a yelp from the girl. “Baby’s don’t get to cum.” “Please,” she said, unable to help herself. Renata grabbed something else and tossed it to her husband. He deftly caught it and forced it into the girl’s mouth. Chloe realized it was a pacifier. “Little girls should be seen, and not heard,” he said. “Don’t you dare spit that out,” Renata told her as she resumed rubbing in the oil, lifting her legs and applying it to her backside. Chloe bit down hard on the oversized bulb of the pacifier in her mouth, moaning as the cool oil was rubbed into her abused ass and thighs. Renata lowered her back down onto the thick diaper and sprinkled some baby powder over her crotch. She pulled the front of it up between her legs and taped it in place, sealing her cunt in a diaper. “See, isn’t that much better than that silly piece of string you were trying to pass off as underwear?” Renata asked. Her husband lifted the diapered girl up into a sitting position and Renata moved out of the way, revealing a mirror. Chloe’s hair was still wet and matted down to her head and her tits were still battered and bruised and there were still fresh rope marks all over her body, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the diaper. It was so big and juvenile and humiliating. She shifted, turning to try and see her ass. Her tits might have been fake, but she’d always had a great booty. Now it was completely enveloped in the infantile garment. “That’s much more fitting for you,” Professor Ulrich said. She looked up at him, and she started sucking on the pacifier. She wished it was his cock stuffed in her mouth, but he would never have her. She was a baby. She wore diapers. He was a man who fucked women like Doctor Renata Ulrich, with real tits and hair on their cunts. “Give me your hands,” Renata said. Chloe held them out, and the woman forced stiff leather mittens over first her left and then her right. “You can’t be trusted to not try and take your diapers off.” Chloe wouldn’t have dared, but just the notion that she couldn’t be trusted with something so simple just added to the humiliation. As the itch between her legs grew stronger, she realized that the mittens would also likely keep her from playing with herself. “Do you need help keeping your pacifier in as well?” Renata asked her. Chloe just stared at her dumbly, still sucking on the damn thing. “Better we do,” she said and her husband got a leather strap. Chloe’s jaw hung slack as the pacifier was pulled from her mouth and fitted into the strap, and it was quickly returned to its proper place in her mouth, the strap wrapping around her head and holding it firmly in place. “Much better.” Renata pinched her tender nipple, and the girl cried out into her new gag. “Pacifiers are good for fussy babies.” “We never had children of our own,” Thomas said. He scooped up Chloe as if she were an actual child, cradling her easily in his arms. “Too busy with our careers,” Renata said, getting up and walking with him. They weren’t talking to Chloe, not really. She was just a prop. “I don’t regret our decision, but there’s something about you being maternal that makes me want you.” “Get her set up and take me.” Chloe watched the back and forth, wide eyed. Thomas carried her over to a dog cage and Renata held the door open for him as he set Chloe inside. She went in on her knees, and her mittened wrists were quickly connected to carabiners on the sides of the cage, keeping her in place. They slammed the cage shut and locked her inside. “You stay in your crib while mommy and daddy fuck,” Renata said, her voice husky. “Remember what I told you about your Electra Complex,” he said, taking off his jacket. Chloe moaned into her pacifier, pressing against the side of her cage as she stared up. He was her daddy now and she wanted him to fuck her. But she was so much more screwed up than that. She watched as he practically ripped Renata’s black dress off. Chloe wanted her mommy to fuck her too. She ogled the woman, the real woman, in her sleek, form fitting black lingerie. She’d thought her Victoria’s Secret thong and bra were a joke before, now clad in nothing but a diaper before this woman, she might as well have been an actual baby. Thomas was kissing her neck from behind, reaching around and playing with her breasts. Chloe drooled behind her pacifier gag, thinking how much she’d like to suck on those breasts. She’d nurse from her if she were allowed. Thomas spun her around, and his lips meeting hers as she started tearing his shirt off. Chloe started breathing harder, pushing herself against the side of her cage. His body was lean, his chest hairy. He was so much more man than the hairless frat boys she’d fucked. His strong arms wrapped around his woman, unclipping her bra. He tossed it and it landed on top of Chloe’s cage, as if to taunt her further. Renata dropped to her knees in front of him. Her semi-translucent full cut black panties held her perfect ass, framed perfectly by her garter belt. She grabbed his belt in her teeth, pulling it off. Still using just her mouth, she unbuttoned his pants and pulled his fly down. Chloe sucked harder on her pacifier as she could see his manhood straining against his underwear. Renata glanced back over her shoulder at the diapered girl in the cage. She winked at her, and then turned back to her man, taking his massive member out and running her tongue up his shaft. Chloe rubbed her nipples against the bars of the cage, seeking any sort of pleasure as she moaned, watching her professor, no, her daddy, get his dick sucked by his wife, her mommy. They’d debased her, demeaned her, humiliated her, stripped her, beat her, bound her, diapered her and thrown her in a cage, and she’d never been so turned on in her life. She sucked furiously on her pacifier as Renata sucked her husband’s cock. Loud moans came from the woman as she deep throated him, him gripping her hair and guiding her up and down his dick. “You just work that pacifier. That’s all your baby mouth is good for,” he said, glancing at the helpless girl. She wanted his dick so badly, but she knew he was right; she sucked on pacifiers now. He finally came, and Renata swallowed every drop. She turned back to their prisoner, licking her lips as she panted slightly. “Did you enjoy watching me please my man, in a way you never could?” “Mmmmph,” Chloe moaned, leaning forward against the bars of her cage. “We’re just getting started.” Thomas grabbed his wife and threw her down on her back on a table. He slid his hands slowly up her thick thighs and slapped her ass as he grabbed the waistband of her panties, peeling them down her legs. Chloe saw the dark patch of manicured fur above Renata’s sex, and she felt even more babyish with her smooth, hairless cunt, now trapped in a thick diaper. Her view was quickly obstructed as Thomas buried his face in his lover’s sex. She let out a little scream of pleasure, grabbing onto the table and gripping it tightly as she wrapped her legs over his powerful shoulders. Chloe rubbed her thighs together, but she could only feel the soft padding of her new infantile underwear against her cunt. Renata’s cries grew louder as he skillfully pleasured her. She threw her head back, her eyes screwed shut, and finally she screamed out in ecstasy as she came hard. Thomas stood up as his wife still shuddered in the aftershocks of her toe clenching orgasm, and he grabbed her and spun her around, flipping her over the table and stepping up behind her. “Look me in the eyes, baby,” Renata screamed, breathing rapidly. “You will never be fucked like this.” Chloe met her stare. She spread her legs as much as the small cage would allow. She started humping her diapers against the hard plastic floor of the cage, moaning loudly into her pacifier. She didn’t care anymore if she was allowed to cum or not, she needed it so badly. Renata didn’t say anything, but she didn’t have to. Chloe couldn’t get off in that position, and she just savored watching her desperately try as her husband railed her hard from behind. Chloe humped faster. She shook her hands uselessly, rattling her cage, and she screamed into her pacifier in frustration. Renata’s breath came faster and faster as she screamed at her husband to fuck her harder. “Look at me, baby!” she screamed, her eyes focusing again on Chloe. Chloe hadn’t taken her eyes off her, and she screamed again in frustration as Renata screamed in climax.

Anastasia de Cruz was 35 year old woman. She have a tall blonde hair with beautiful green eyes. She had a wonderful life. A wonderful work on which she received decent money, a loving husband and our daughter was growing up. Everything changed in one day. When her daughter died as a result of a car accident. The husband blamed her for everything and broked with here. And she got a strong psychological blow. Now, in all the people she met, I saw the face of my dead daughter and she rushed to completely strangers with screams and kisses. Her was admitted to a mental hospital in which I stayed for 2 years. Her pretended to be better. But not really. Medications helped cope with hallucinations. ‐----------- One late night she was driving car and saw a young girl who was standing at the bus stop and waiting for the bus. She was alone and there was no one else... Anastasia stopped the car not far. She got out of the car and looked at her and grabbed to the heart. As soon as she saw her. Anastasia's dreamed about my daughter again. She grabbed the medicine and realized that it was over. And in her head, Anastasia realized that can’t let this girl go... "Hi sweetheart. I'm can help your? Get in my car, I'll give you a ride. Where do you want it?" say Anastasia.

James woke up and rolled out of bed a crinkle shattering the silence around him. His diaper, usually wet when he woke up, was probably going to be the only good thing that happened today. He would have to visit his girlfriend and her parents today. Despite what the CDC had said about restricting home visits during the holiday season, James had decided to ignore the warnings. After all, no one else was paying attention to the warnings, he wasn’t about to be the only one stuck at home by himself on Thanksgiving. James quickly changed into a new diaper and ran through the day in his mind.He had to be strategic about all of this. First, he would wear this diaper to the airport, but had to be careful to only wet it after he went through security. Then and only then could he relax and settle in for the five hour flight. The diaper would be helpful for several reasons. First, it was hella comfortable, but second, James didn’t relish the idea of having to use what could be a COVID infested restroom on a flight. Losing your sense of taste was not that appealing. Sadly, in 2020, COVID was real and he had to take as many precautions as possible. James tossed the old diaper into a plastic bag and took it to the community trash bin. After a quick look into the mirror to make sure his ABU Simple wasn’t noticeable, James grabbed his mask, hopped into the Uber and left for the airport. But that’s when everything stopped going smoothly. He instantly noticed the line was wrapping around the terminal. Forget six feet, people were crowded near the checkout counter trying to get their tickets so they would not miss their flight. James, who was generally used to just breezing into the airport and quickly getting through TSA precheck discovered not only was the Pre Check line not open, but the monitors indicated he'd have to wait almost an hour to get to the gate. This was also a problem, because since getting into the Uber, James had to pee. He was used to relieving himself right after walking through the TSA line. There was no way he’d be able to wait an entire hour. James, gritted his teeth and decided he’d just have to hold it as long as possible. The line moved slowly as James started to shift on the spot where he stood. He figured if he focused on his iPhone and the latest news he could avoid thinking about the fullness he was feeling in his abdomen. Already it had been 20 minutes and he thought he could see some progress, but the reality was, James still had a long way to go before he reached the checkpoint. James was regretting just not going to the bathroom when he arrived, and just ditching the diaper all together. He could have always changed into another diaper after security, but at this point, he had been in line so long, to do so would have forced him to miss his flight. That’s when the woman behind him tapped him on the shoulder. “Excuse me?” she asked, muffled through the simple floral mask she was wearing. James swung around and faced her. “I think you dropped your jacket.” She gestured towards James’ hoodie that lay abandoned on the floor a little behind him. “Thank you.” James responded, scooping up the jacket. The woman took a slight step back to accommodate his movements in a responsible, respe way. “Would hate for you to lose it.” She said gently, laughing a little. “Airplanes are usually cold.” “Totally,” James responded. “Though, I am not sure if I am going to need it where I’m going.” “Where are you headed?” “To Nevada.” James moved forward a little with the line. “Same here.” The woman gestured towards the checkpoint that seemed forever away. “If we ever make it to the checkpoint.” James laughed a little as they continued their conversation. She was from the DC Metro area and was headed to Nevada to visit her sister who was having a rough time during quarantine. She too agreed with James, that the quarantine restrictions around the country were needed, but she was simply sick and tired of sitting around the house doing nothing when everyone else was out filming TikTok videos with their house parties. But as James continued the conversation, he couldn’t help but feel his bladder getting ready to burst. If he could last just 20 more minutes, he’d be able to get past the checkpoint and to his flight. But it was a losing battle. As the woman was going on and on about election stress, James felt a slight pinch in his diaper and then the flood gates opened. James felt the relief as the warmth spread throughout his lower regions and he tried his best to hide any reaction on his face. He didn’t quite want to be peeing right now during this conversation with this extremely attractive woman. I mean… if she was attractive. After all, all he could see was her eyes and gorgeous dark hair. But everything else about her seemed to fit the bill… maybe she had fangs or something like that. Either way, James absentmindedly looked down to make sure he had not leaked. It turns out that he had not, which was always a relief, especially in a public airport. But something felt off when James took a few steps forward. Usually when he wet, the diaper stayed the way it was. No extra poof. It would take a few wettings for it to swell. But this time, James could feel it. The diaper had swollen considerably, pushing his legs out a little bit. So much in fact, that James had a slight waddle each time he moved forward in the queue. James’ heart skipped a beat. Fuck. He couldn’t go through TSA like this. His brain spun thinking about how this had happened. Did he grab a Simple Ultra by mistake? There’s no way, he was out of those. If this was the case, there’d be no way he could continue to hide this diaper from all these people. The pants he was wearing would start bulging any moment now. The woman next to him would surely notice this suddenly round butt and pronounced waddle. “I think you’re up next.” The woman said behind him, pointing to the TSA agent who motioned for him to come forward. James swore a little realizing it was too late to go to the restroom and fix this and waddled forward to the agent. Yes, James thought, he was waddling. It was so obvious. Scanning his boarding pass and holding his identification up to the light, the TSA agent let him pass and James waddled to the security line. His heart was pounding in his chest. But for some reason, as he stood there, he noticed the agent was just waving the wand in front of people and letting them pass. James placed his TSA card onto the belt and approached the agent with relief. He’d just be wanded, so it’d be no big deal. But the man stopped him and a woman, who looked like her glare could curdle milk took his place. “You’re going to have to go through the scanner.” she said gruffly pointing toward the round scanning machine. “Wait but I’m pre check!” James panicked gesturing to his TSA Card that was now going under the x-ray. “Sir, we have so many people to get through. I don’t need this.” The woman responded pointing again to the scanner. James grimaced and stepped into the giant circular scanner. Inside there was an image of a person, raising his arms above their head. James followed suit as the lights flashed and he stepped out. The TSA agent held up his hand, looked at the iPad and told him he’d need to come with him for further screening. James, now starting to outright panic, tried to play it cool. “Excuse me sir?” He asked innocently. The agent grabbed his bag from the belt. “Don’t worry, it’s normal. We’ll take you to the back for an additional pat down.” “I don’t think that will be necessary.” James sputtered out. “If we don’t, you can pat you down here, or you don’t fly.” “Fine.” James said glumly, now thinking about what he could possibly say to the agents in the back. But when he entered the well lit room, there was a cheery man sitting behind the desk who seemed extremely happy to be there. “Hello sir. I am Dwight with TSA and I’ll be doing your additional screening today.” The agent adjusted his mask for a moment and continued. “Now before I start, I have to ask if there’s anything that will stick or hurt me as I begin your patdown?” “No.” James responded feeling quite calm suddenly. This guy was a total zen garden. “Great.” The man looked at the screen in the office and then frowned. “Looks like there is something here on your groin area.” He then picked up his walkie talkie and said, “DB-02.” Then he looked back at James, “No worries, it happens all the time, we’ll have you on your way in a moment. Are you wearing a diaper sir?” James’ jaw fell open. He didn’t expect to be asked outright. But he recovered quickly. He had though about this on the way here. He had an answer. “Well, I suffer from incontinence.” James said it with all the confidence he could muster. “Ahh, that probably explains it.” Dwight said cheerfully. “We get a lot of people like you back here. Our scanners just have a rough time picking things up sometimes.” The door behind him swung open as a woman walked in. She didn’t seem as cheery as Dwight. She motioned for Dwight to proceed. “So I am going to remove your pants sir.” Dwight said. “We’ll scan them and then you’ll be on your way.” “I mean, can’t I keep them on?” James asked nervously. “Sadly no.” Dwight still sounded like he was on some sort of upper. “ Gotta scan them so you can make your flight on time. No worries we’ll give you a ride to your gate and get you on that plane.” James sighed and reached for his belt. “Nope.” The woman said who had entered the room earlier. “I will do that for you.” And without warning, she lifted James’ shirt and had him hold it up and unblocked and pulled down his pants. James wanted to die. She had him step out of the pants and walked back to the other side of the room where a small scanner was. James just stood there stupidly, in his diaper, a small breeze blowing on his legs. He stole a look downwards and noticed with horror that the bulge was obvious. His diaper looked completely full. On a normal day, James would have squeezed it slightly to enjoy the poof, but today was not going to be that day. “James?” The woman said coming back from the scanner. “Do you find yourself leaking often?” James, realized he needed to go all in if he was going to get out of this situation. “Yes,” he responded. “That’s why I wear the… briefs.” The woman frowned… “The briefs?” James nodded. “Diapers right?” The woman clarified. “Yes,” James said, feeling smaller by the moment. “The diapers” “That makes sense.” The woman motioned that James could put his shirt down but didn’t return his pants. “It seems you’ve leaked on your pants a bit young man. James stood there quietly, feeling like an idiot for holding his shirt up for so long like a child. But there was no way he had leaked into his pants. His diaper wasn’t even full. But the woman continued. “Do you travel often?” “Yes.” “Has anyone offered you a Incontinence Card?” “A what?” James froze. Dwight who seemed to still be on whatever high he was on from earlier interjected. “Oh the IC! It’s great. It lets you skip the TSA line so you don’t have to come back here. Like medical problems are the worst. It’ll let the agents know that you’re wearing a diaper and they’ll wave you through. Discretion is key you know?” James nodded slightly. “You mean I could get a card and wouldn’t have to come back here next time?” The woman nodded. “Boys like you come through here all the time. We want to do our best to accommodate them to make their travel safer and easier.” James thought about it for a moment. This could be great. He traveled all the time before the pandemic for work and this meant he could wear his diaper through TSA without worrying about the dreaded pat down everytime TSA was busy. His diapers would go unnoticed. “How much does it cost?” James asked tentatively. “It’s free.” The woman said, picking up a tablet from the desk. “All you have to do is answer the questionnaire and we’ll let you know if you qualify or not.” James took the tablet, still aware that he was standing pantsless in this backroom in just his diaper and looked at the table. It was “IC CARD APPLICATION.” “All you have to do is answer a few questions and we’ll get you your card today.” James clicked continue on the screen and started reading the questions. There were five of them. The first asked how often he wore. Wanting to make sure he qualified for the program he clicked the option for 24/7. The last thing he needed was to suggest to the people in the room that he only wore now and then after saying that he had problems with leaking in the past. Besides, it didn’t mean that he had to wear all the time, who the hell was going to check? The next question asked him about the absorption of the diapers he wore. He clicked maximum and on the next said it was for both urinary and fecal incontinence. Whatever that meant. It was option C and when in doubt, always go with C. The next question asked him if he traveled alone or with friends more often. He clicked alone. And finally it asked him if he agreed to the terms and conditions of the program. James clicked yes and another window popped up with the terms and conditions. Fucking TOC’s James thought to himself. THey’re so long no one reads them anyway. James scrolled down, jammed his finger on the accept button and handed the table back to the woman. She accepted the tablet, looked at it and pressed a few buttons. Her eyes narrowed for a moment. “Looks like you were accepted into the program James. Congrats.” James nodded and then gestured towards his pants. “Can I have my pants back now please?” Dwight chuckled behind him, “Of course not man, they’re wet from before.” James’ heart skipped a beat. “What am I supposed to wear then?” The woman smiled warmly. “Don’t worry we’ll have something for you to wear in just a moment. We can’t let little boys at the airport walk around with wet pants now can we?” Why did she keep calling him a little boy? Her walkie beeped and someone said something unintelligible into it. “Time to get your new clothes,” the woman said. “You can’t fly with wet pants.” She opened the door to reveal a GoKart waiting for them. “We’ll use this to get to the next room where you can select a new pair of pants.” “I can’t go outside in just my diaper.” James sputtered stubbornly, suddenly feeling quite dizzy. “Young man, of course you’re not going out into the airport in just your diaper. We are taking you down to another room to get clothes. Airport protocol says you need to ride in the car because it’s a while away and you can get lost in these tunnels.” James looked at Dwight for help who shrugged and looked back down at the desk. Then figuring it was just a ride in a go cart picked up his backpack and walked to the go cart. He’d put his hoodie on his lap and no one would be the wiser. The woman helped load his luggage on the luggage rack in the cart and then instructed him to sit down in the passenger seat. Then before James could react, she pulled down the four point harness that clicked in between his legs. The harness pushed out his legs even further as James protested. She held her hands up at James shriek. “Everyone has to wear a harness. Look. Even I am wearing one.” The woman pulled hers down over her shoulders. But for some reason hers didn’t click into the middle of the seat. When James pointed this out she responded that she was the driver and needed to be able to get in and out easily. James couldn’t help but feel infantile as his legs seemed to be pushed out allowing anyone who’d be in these hallways to see his diaper. It was like a baby seat you’d see in the carpool lane. To make matters worse, the woman took his hoodie and placed it in the backseat saying, “I’d hate for you to lose it.” James tried to cover his face as the GoKart lurched forward, but instead found himself clutching the safety bar for dear life. The shock of the small car lurching forward caused him to pee a bit more, making the diaper swell up even more. The car traveled for what seemed like ten mins. The woman wasn’t joking. These maze of tunnels underneath the airport seemed to go on endlessly. He found himself being grateful to be in the car, even if the wind blowing on his legs made him feel like an infant in a car seat. But the harness was proving to be a good idea, as the woman sped around turns and treated the brake like a brick, James felt himself sliding forward from time to time, each instance causing his diaper to squish slightly between his legs. Finally the woman stopped the cart and hopped out. James, dazed, clearly didn't move fast enough. “Leave your luggage in the cart,” the woman barked unbucking the harness from between his legs. Then she stopped and squeezed his diaper. “Looks like someone has been dribbling in their diaper all morning.” She shook her head and mumbled, “No wonder you’re in the IC program.” James hopped out of the car and waddled behind the woman who opened the door to the room. Inside were rows and rows of clothing. James instantly began looking around. “What size are you?” The woman asked. “I have a 32 waist.” James said absentmindedly. “What color do you think you want?” “Black is fine.” James said going to the next rack. An announcement blared over the loudspeaker. “That my flight!” James hissed. “Here are a pair of shorts.” the woman handed them to him quickly. “Quickly, put them on so we can get you to your flight. James quickly pulled up the shorts and noticed the bulge of the diaper was crystal clear through the shorts. Anyone who looked at him could tell he was padded, without a doubt. “I can’t wear these.” James cried about to pull them off. “If you pull them off we won’t have time to find another that fits you.” the woman said. “Now back in the cart we have to get you to your gate. James grounded and allowed himself to be pulled back to the card. He let out a little more pee and was harnassed back into the front. It didn’t matter, he had another pair of sweatpants in his bag. He could take off the diaper and put on some underwear once he got on the flight. The woman started the kart and they whizzed through the airport. James was worried people would be staring at his bulging crotch, but to his surprise, no one noticed him. Instead they were all rushing to their gates, no doubt delayed by TSA . When James arrived at the gate, he was surprised to see that the attendant at the gate was waiting for him. “James.” The woman said cheerfully. “You just made it. We were about to close the door.” Without waiting for a response, the gate attendant unbuckled him and helped him waddle out of the cart. “James is a member of the IC Program.” The woman who was driving the cart said quickly. James’ face flushed as the gate attendant nodded. “Come on now little one. We need to get you on the flight.” James tried to ignore the condescending nature of “little one” and reached for his bag. “No worries.” the gate attendant said pushing him towards the skybridge. “We’ll put your bags on the flight for you.” James nodded and waddled down the SkyBridge. “Oh and one more thing.” the woman said cheerfully, “We got an upgraded plane, so there should be more room on the plane for you to spread out. Enjoy the flight baby."

Characters: Jessica, Age 32, Six Foot 2, Red Curly Hair, Hour glass figure with FF-Cup Breasts, College professor, Initially discharged on parental leave but lost her child in birth. Months later, shes been prescribed some anti-psychotics and anti-depressants, but is still at a loss Until she notices one of her old students, Anastasia, walking home in the rain. Within a week, she decides to make her her own, which leads us to the fateful day....

Sam is a small college student who enjoys the quiet life. Her roommate, Janet, has been determined to get Sam to let her hair down and come out to a party. Eventually Sam gives in whilst still being very nervous and second-guessing her choice. Whatever she was expecting as she left the house, it certainly isn't what she finds. --- This story has been available on my Patreon page for the last week and with a $5 a month pledge you can see all my updates a week before anyone else. For $10 a month you can get early access plus access to THIRTY stories that only my patrons get to see. If you are interested please consider giving my Patreon page a look https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- Sam’s Punishment By Elfy Sam adjusted her backpack straps as she approached her dormitory after a long day of college. She had just got off the bus and had been having to endure the usual looks and comments that she faced nearly every day. She had already been exhausted by a long week on her Business Management course and she just wanted to get home. At just a little over three feet in height the twenty one-year-old Sam didn’t much look like her classmates. Spending a life commonly mistaken for someone much younger than she was had often been tiring for the young woman but college seemed to be a lot better for her than school had been. At school Sam had been teased and bullied and even when she wasn’t being made fun of she found it practically impossible to make friends with the judgmental teenagers. College was much better and the people were much nicer, Sam had even made some good friends especially amongst the others staying in her dormitory. Opening the door to the dormitory Sam smiled as she heard music coming from one of the bedrooms and the smell of someone’s dinner wafting out from the kitchen. She walked down the hallway to her bedroom and opened the door, everything in her room and in the communal areas of the dorm had been adjusted so a smaller person could use them. Sam loved having the independence of being able to do things such as cooking for herself without needing help reaching things. “Is that you, Sam?” Janet’s voice called from the kitchen as Sam dropped her backpack on her bed. Janet was a nice girl and the first friend Sam had made. She sometimes teased Sam about her height but it was just friendly banter and Sam had soon learnt to give as good as she got. She was tall, even for regular sized people, and was roughly twice the height of Sam. She was a bit rowdier than Sam and her bubble-gum pink hair and nose piercing screamed for attention. When the two of them walked down the road together they definitely got some strange looks. “Yeah, I just got in.” Sam called out as she took her shoes off. Sam was about to make her way out of her room when Janet appeared in her doorway with a smile. “How were your classes?” Janet asked as she leaned against the doorway. “Same as ever.” Sam replied, “Dull and boring. I’m just glad it’s Friday.” “I hear that.” Janet said with a chuckle. She lingered in the doorway as a silence fell between the two friends. “Can I help you with something?” Sam asked after a little bit. “Maybe…” Janet kicked her foot on the carpet, “I was wondering if you wanted to go out this evening?” This was a strange offer from Janet because she knew Sam was much more of a homely person. Janet liked to go out clubbing and going to parties whilst Sam stayed at home much more. It had seemed like Janet had made it her goal to get Sam to open up and go out more though, for months Sam was getting these offers and having to find excuses to refuse. Last week Sam had finally said she would consider it for this weekend. “I don’t know…” Sam said hesitantly, “There’s stuff on TV and I have coursework to do.” “You promised!” Janet said with a playful smile. “I did not!” Sam countered, “I said I’d think about it.” “And?” Janet asked. “I’m just not sure I’d enjoy myself at one of your parties.” Sam said honestly, “You know I’m not exactly a party animal.” Janet seemed to pause and consider things. She looked like she was just about to walk away when an idea struck her, she turned to face Sam again who kind of wished Janet would go. Sam liked Janet but she could be quite pushy about this stuff. “What about if I ease you into it?” Janet asked with her eyes lighting up. “In what way?” Sam asked curiously. “You don’t have to come out to the party tonight but I do have to see some friends beforehand. Maybe you could come with me? We would literally only be there ten minutes at the max.” Janet offered, “Meet some of my friends and then I’ll ask nothing else from you… This weekend at least.” Sam thought about it for a few seconds and looked out of the window. Maybe this would be a good compromise, she would get to have the quiet night at home that she wanted and it would get Janet off her back. She weighed up her options and then cautiously nodded her head. “Great!” Janet bounced on the spot, “Get ready. We go in five minutes.” “Five minutes!?” Sam exclaimed. She had expected to be home for at least an hour or so. “No time like the present.” Janet called over her shoulder as she turned away. Sam sighed as Janet bounced away. Sam walked up and closed her bedroom door before walking back into the middle of the room, she could already feel the nerves jangling in her tummy. Sam quickly got herself changed and although her shower was calling out to her she walked out into the hallway. As she walked towards Janet’s room she was nearly knocked over by the much taller girl rushing the other way. “Oh, sorry Sam!” Janet quickly said. “Don’t worry about it.” Sam replied rather bitterly, “It happens all the time.” “Are you ready?” Janet asked as she either missed or ignored Sam’s tone of voice. “I guess so.” Sam replied hesitantly. Janet hurriedly put her shoes on whilst Sam was much more hesitant. One of the biggest disadvantages of Sam’s stature was that she found it really hard to buy clothes. Whenever she went to the shops the only clothes that would fit her were in the children’s aisle and that was very galling for a grown woman. Even her shoes right now were Velcro rather than laces, it made her feel very self-conscious but at least the heels didn’t light up like her previous pair. The two women were soon in the car. Janet waited until they were in the college’s parking lot before asking the smaller woman to drive. Sam had protested but the more forceful personality of Janet meant that, as usual, she got her way. Sam’s car was one of the few adult conveniences she could use, it was specially adapted for someone with limited stature such as herself. “So… There’s something I haven’t told you.” Janet said once they were ten minutes from their dormitory and about halfway through the journey. “Here it comes…” Sam replied cynically. She had been worried that there would be a catch in this journey. “It’s nothing major.” Janet quickly said although the way she wouldn’t look at Sam made the tiny woman worry, “It’s just… This friend I’m seeing is… Tom.” “Janet!” Sam nearly slammed on the brakes there and then, “Now the truth comes out! You don’t want me to meet your friends, you just want me to drive you to get your drugs!” “Calm down!” Janet said loudly, “He is my friend, I wasn’t lying. It’ll be good to get you out of your comfort zone a little bit, bring you out of your shell. Besides, it’s just a little weed, nothing major.” “I’m turning around.” Sam said with a shake of her head. “Come on, Sam.” Janet whined, “Look, come with me for this and I promise I’ll never push for you to come out with me again.” Sam pulled up at a red light and wrapped her fingers against the steering wheel as she considered the options. She knew there was a risk involved but it had to be a minor one since Janet did this sort of thing all the time without any trouble. With a sigh Sam nodded her head and continued towards where Tom was staying. When the car finally pulled up Sam looked out the window sceptically. She had expected many things but not the large detached family home with a “Vacant” sign out front. It looked like a regular family home, a place like the one Sam hoped to one day own. “Are you sure this is the place?” Sam asked. “Yeah.” Janet said as she checked her phone for the address Tom had sent her, “Come on.” Sam watched Janet step out of the car and reluctantly followed a few seconds later. As she walked alongside her friend up the path she started hearing music, it wasn’t loud enough to make neighbours complain but it was certainly audible down the path. Sam could feel herself getting increasingly nervous, she knew Tom as a laidback kind of guy and, apart from the drugs, Sam really didn’t have a problem with him. She had never visited him before though and she was starting to worry about what she would find inside the house. Janet rang the doorbell and after a couple of seconds the music dies down a little. Sam couldn’t see through the frosted window higher up the door but she could hear footsteps coming closer. She looked up at Janet and saw a look of confusion on her face which did little to make Sam feel more confident. The door opened quite rapidly and the man that stood in front of the two women almost made Sam gasp. The man’s face seemed pierced in every available place, he was shirtless but his chest and arms were covered in tattoos. He was smoking and his eyes were only half-opened, he swayed slightly as he tried to focus his eyes on the guests. “Hello?” Janet eventually said when the guy remained silent. “Hey.” The guy said in a gruff voice. “Erm… Is Tom here?” Janet asked. “Tom? Oh, yeah… He’s in the living room. Come on in.” The guy stumbled backwards to make room. Sam looked at Janet with concern but when Janet started walking in she felt she had no choice but to follow. She stepped over the threshold and was surprised that the interior of the house seemed completely normal. The hallways were all painted white and very clean, the juxtaposition with the man who opened the door couldn’t have been more pronounced. “Woah… No kids.” The man said as he blocked Sam. “She’s not a kid.” Janet replied as she looked around at the closed doors, “It’s a long story. Genetic defect stuff. She’s the same age as me.” “If you say so.” The guy said with obvious doubt, “Everyone is through that door.” Janet pushed open the door and stood in the doorway with Sam next to her. They both froze like statues as they looked into the living room, it was as if a bomb had exploded. The room was a wreck with holes in the walls, the lights in the ceiling hanging down or missing, a table was snapped in half, it looked exactly like what it was which was a squat. Tom was sitting on a couch cushion that had been tossed on the floor but he was far from alone. Sam could see eight people in various states of lucidity lying around and she was horrified to see how much alcohol and drug paraphernalia was scattered across the floor and surfaces. Sam and Janet had been expecting a laid out situation with Tom but what they got was a visage of Hell filled with hard drugs. “Yo, Janet.” Tom slurred when he eventually noticed the visitors, “Who’s the dwarf?” “Tom! What the fuck!?” Janet snapped as she stepped into the room, “Who are these people?” “Friends.” Tom said with a shrug. “Tom, there are needles here and… My God, you do this stuff?” Janet looked as shocked as Sam was. Sam suddenly felt even less safe than before and regretted ever leaving her bedroom. She wanted to call Janet back to leave but she couldn’t get her attention. Sam looked over her shoulder and saw a man and a woman stumbling down the stairs whilst only half-dressed. There were more people in the kitchen where the music seemed to be coming from. “Geez, calm down, it’s just a bit of fun.” Tom said as he sat up. Sam noticed he still has a belt tied around his upper arm. “I had no id-” Janet suddenly stopped when something outside the window caught her attention. Sam saw it too, the briefest flash of a blue light. Someone moved the net curtain slightly and Sam saw police cars pulling up outside. “Were you followed here?” Tom suddenly asked as his face drained of colour. “Oh shit…” Janet whispered, “The cops!”

Hi there, folks! I started this story after reading some Diaper Dimension stories, noting a lack of furry content. Pretty much nonexistent, actually. So, the idea taking firm root in my head, this was the fruit that it bore. Princess Potty Pants, as far as I know, is the creator of the original Diaper Dimension, so credit to them and all the authors who contribute to this strange and fun world. Please let me know what you think! Little Survivor by Panther Cub Prologue Burning and twisting. That was the only coherent thought that came to Stuart's mind. It was the sensation that had come to envelope his entire body simultaneously, inside and out. The sensation didn't last very long though, and soon Stuart was able to start perceiving things other than the throbbing pain throughout his body that was slowly becoming a dull ache. He blinked and looked up, realizing that he was now on some kind of metallic floor. At first, his vision was fuzzy, and he could see shapes moving, along with hearing strange sounds. And then, he could see clearly. All around him were... animals! But, they walked upright on two legs, were talking, and wearing clothes. Well, some were talking, a few were shouting, and two were snarling and thrashing about. There was a line of these animal people, all wearing orange jumpsuits with numbers printed in black on the left breast. They had metalling collars with blinking yellow lights and muzzles, and all seemed to dislike where they currently were. There were other animal people, all of them large and beefy like rhinos, bulls, and even a gorilla, dressed in some kind of grey uniform with black pants. The two prisoners, for that is what Stuart realized they were, a cheetah man and a brown furred she-wolf, were standing before... some kind of blue and purple swirling tunnel. Looking directly at it made Stuart's eyes hurt, but he couldn't look away from the scene before him. The two prisoners had somehow gotten their muzzles off, and their collar lights were blinking red. They were scratching and biting at a set of guards, all rhinos, who were attempting to subdue them while pushing them towards the... hole in the air. "I'M GUNNA RIP ALL YOUR THROATS OUT!" the she-wolf said, her arms pinned behind her back by one of the rhino guards. "Not likely," the guard said casually. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO US! WE HAVE RIGHTS!" the cheetah man said, now in a headlock. Now subdued, the guards all heaved the pair into the portal and in a blink, they were gone. "Enjoy your commuted sentences!" One of the guards chuckled as he dusted his massive hands before turning to address the rest of the lined up prisoners. "You all gave up your rights when you decided to destroy the lives of others! So instead of outright executing each and every one of you, the senate has ruled this to be a much more... lenient sentence. And whether you like it or not, you are all getting a... fresh start, in a brand new world." The guard smirked at the number of growls and hisses he garnered from the otherwise subdued condemned prisoners, and motioned for them to keep coming. Which, with great reluctance, they did in pairs. It was only after a few more pairs went through that the guard who had spoken, whom Stuart assumed to be in charge, took notice of him lying on the floor. "Looks like we got us a traveler," he said with a dark chuckle. "Makes sense," said a lemur in a suit and tie and lab coat, which had a hole for his big bushy tail, adjusting his glasses, "with how often we have a portal being used here, more of them from other worlds are likely going to be sucked in." "Eh, that's above my paygrade. As far as I'm concerned, she's just gunna help us make our quota just a little bit easier to achieve today," said the rhino who walked over to Stuart. Stuart squeaked, having missed being referred to as a she, and started to try and get up and run. His legs were rather wobbly, and he felt something tugging at the base of his spine. Before he could run, however, two vice-like arms grabbed him around his middle, and lifted him easily off the ground. "Enjoy your new home, little lady," he laughed out loud, tossing Stuart into the void. Stuart was able to shriek out a "NOOO!" before the air was ripped from his lungs. Lights swirled and flashed before his eyes and then, he landed on some grass outside. Stuart took some time to gather his breath and take in his surroundings. He was outside, with a few of the animal people prisoners. Some of them were already up and sprinting, some even running on all fours. Stuart blinked as he saw a man and a woman shouting at them while helping some of the prisoners to their feet. "Just run! They'll be here soon to try and capture us, so just run south. You know you'll have crossed the border when you get to the town there, now go!" the woman, a human with fiery red hair, was shouting this, carrying an automatic rifle. Her male counterpart was talking into some kind of radio, also armed. The two of them were wearing black flak jackets. "I th-think that there's b-been a m-mistake," Stuart rasped out, his throat dry. "Doesn't matter. If you stay here, you'll be captured! Just GO!" she said, grabbing Stuart by his forearm, and then shoving him in the direction the others were running. Confused and terrified, he started to run. He was still wobbly, and there was something tugging at the base of his spine. As he ran, he saw his hands poking out of the sleeves of his navy blue coat. He had just gotten off of work and there was a flash of light, and then all of this happened. He stopped when he saw that his hands were now more like a combination of human hands and some kind of paws, coated in black fur. Instead of fingernails, there were little sharp-looking claws. It was as his hands that he noticed there was something black in his field of vision. Crossing his eyes, he saw a pink tip, just barely. Feeling it with his hands, he realized that he... now had a muzzle. A series of gunshots and more of the prisoners rushing past him startled him back into a full, if clumsy, sprint through some kind of foliage. He kept tripping on roots, realizing that his shoes were no longer on his now smaller, paw-feet, also covered in black fur. Panting and crashing through the greenery, branches snapping in his wake, Stuart popped out of a bush and onto a sidewalk. Looking up, he realized that he was in some kind of a town, and that it was around noon, wherever this place was. It had been just after sunset when he had gotten off of work. Stumbling about, he paused as he took in the scope of the size of the buildings and even the passing cars on the street. They were all massive. Then he passed by someone tapping away on their phone, a man in a grey hooded sweatshirt. Stuart stared with his mouth open. The man was a giant, and from where he was standing, Stuart thought that maybe his head came up past the man's knees. The man looked away from his phone and spotted Stuart, his eyes going wide. "Are you okay?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned. "Uhm..." Stuart bit his lip and looked around, spotting off in the distance one of the prisoners talking to a police officer who was also a giant in comparison while more ran out from the brush. More officers were pulling up as the stream of prisoners became a trickle, followed by the two human-sized humans in their flak jackets, who were both hooting and hollering in celebration. "I don't... know what's g-going on... I'm... lost," Stuart said, only now noticing how high-pitched his voice was. He flinched when the man put his hand on Stuart's shoulder and started to guide him towards the police and prisoners. "It's going to be okay, miss. You're in Paltalia now. You're safe here, little one." His voice was soft and soothing, which did help Stuart to calm down, but he did take notice of being called 'miss'. Feeling himself, Stuart learned three things right there. One, he was completely covered in fur, that was mostly black. The second, he had a big bushy tail that was mostly black, but had a bright white stripe going up the middle and presumably, up his back. Said tail was the only thing keeping his pants up, apparently having burst out the back of them during his transformation. And the third... he was now physically a she. Stuart's vision blurred as his eyes filled with tears, still walking towards the police and assembling news crews. (Chapter 1) Sarah Radcliffe finished some last minute brushing and looked herself over in the mirror. She saw an, admittedly adorable, skunk woman staring back at her. Cute little pink button nose on the end of her muzzle. Fierce green eyes looking out from the sea of black fur. The tuft of white fur on top of her head neatly combed and parted on the left. Her smart black skirt suit with lavender pinstripes looking fashionable, complete with her white blouse. She grabbed her black purse and pulled the strap over her left shoulder, before heading out her apartment door, locking it behind herself. It had been three years since Sarah, formerly known as Stuart, had unintentionally immigrated to this dimension. To say that it was strange was an understatement. At first glance, things didn't look too different than the dimension Sarah was originally from. Cars drove down the city streets, stopping at traffic lights, with people crossing at crosswalks from one sidewalk to the next, everyone on their busy ways. But then the scale of things became apparent, as this was a world built with giants, known as Amazons, in mind. The second glaring difference was the level of technology. It was definitely more advanced than what Sarah was originally used to back home. Not flying car and intergalactic space fleets advanced, but still very much impressive. Like robots and nanobots, and holograms being the semi norm here. And then there was the people. Obviously, one must start with the giant Amazons. They looked like ordinary humans, aside from their massive size, that made someone like Sarah look like a small child in comparison. Then there was another group, called Inbetweeners. They were not as tall as the Amazons, but they were certainly taller than the third grouping. The Littles, of which Sarah found herself now a member of. Specifically what was now called a Littlefur. Thanks to what she had learned had been the Amazonian governments of this world making contact with other dimensions having a breakthrough in making contact with one that had lifeforms other than humans on it, which led to how she came to live in this world. Making her way down to the street from a flight of stairs that had been constructed with someone her size in mind, Sarah started to head towards the subway, on her way to work. It had seemed daunting at first in those first few days, learning about this world. She had been given schooling on this world's mathematical system, which seemed to be larger than a base ten for some reason. However, having been gifted at mathematics, Sarah quickly picked up on it, her skills as an accountant in what she had come to terms with as her previous life, landing her a decent paying job. She had quickly picked up on a lot of things in this world. As she walked, an Amazonian woman passed by her pushing a stroller. The occupant of which was not a baby, however, but a grown man dressed like one. He was sucking on a pacifier and made eye contact with her, looking down and blushing. "Oh my goodness, aren't you just darling!" the woman said, seeing Sarah, who felt her hackles start to rise a little. "Thank you," Sarah said, using her best customer service voice, and continuing to walk along. In this world, it was apparently commonplace for Amazonians to "adopt" littles and treat them like very small children, toddlers, or babies. From what Sarah had learned of other countries, she knew that she was lucky to have made it to Paltalia. There were some countries where all littles were required to be adopted, and some where they could be treated like pets instead of children and bred as such. And portal littles, those from other dimensions, were highly sought after. And now little furs were added to that list as well. In Paltalia, however, things were different. For starters, a little could not simply be snatched off the street to be adopted. Oh, littles could still be adopted, but there was an entire process for it. And one of the requirements is either documented assent to it of their own free will, with no evidence of duress or hypnosis or such present, which was actually quite the tedious legal process. The second, which was just as tedious, was proving that the little in question could not handle maturity. That required documented proof of things like the little wetting or messing themselves, harming others in a non-self-defensive fashion, or just being incapable of caring for themselves. She reflected on her saviors, two littles who were members of a secret underground group dedicated to freeing littles. They called themselves The Robins. Apparently, they had gotten wind of a large shipment of little furs coming in, and somehow hacked into the computers of the company that was generating the portal, causing the opening here in this dimension to open up near the border of Paltalia instead of the prepared facility in the country to the north, Vintikoi. All of the little furs, Sarah included, had successfully made it across the border, and been immediately granted asylum by the Paltalian government, despite some political chest-pounding from their neighbors to the north, who viewed it as terrorism and theft. Within a month of being housed in a shelter set up for little furs, Sarah, still going by Stuart then, had applied for, and been granted, citizenship. The reason for the name change had been evident after she had read a newspaper where a little who identified as the sex had that used against them in the case for their adoption. It had actually been a smaller matter in the case, and the little had won said case, but only just barely. Stuart was determined to be a survivor, and so had requested the name change. She also made great emphasis on referring to herself as female and even to think of herself as female. It had taken a while, but she had managed to do it. Every day, she meticulously made sure her fur was well groomed, that her apartment was spotless and the rent paid for on time every month, and was polite to everyone she interacted with, no matter how unpleasant. She regularly exercised and dressed sensibly, not wanting to give anyone a chance to call her maturity into question. Another reason Paltalia was one of the better nations for her to have ended up becoming a citizen of was how adopted littles were viewed legally. In many countries, an adopted little was viewed as a child... but also adult enough to allow their "parents" to expose them to things of, or use items of, a sexual nature. What Sarah had read in her research had made her sick. There was even a degree of acceptable violence allowed, mostly in the form of spankings, some of which were outright brutal. And then there were the surgeries to modify their little to make them more babyish, like teeth removal, or taking away their ability to talk or walk. None of that was allowed in Paltalia. When a little is adopted, they are not viewed as property or as a pet, and certainly not as an adult. They are legally a child, with all of the exact same protections as actual children and babies. This means all of those surgeries and physical abuse and sexual exposure are highly illegal in Paltalia. And the government very much enforced this... rather harshly. There were even some instances where adopted littles in what were deemed abusive homes were given back their freedom and autonomy as the decision-making skills of their "parents" had been called into question. And for the most part, Paltalians were proud of this stance their government took to protect their littles. That is not to say that there weren't some who disagreed. "Oh, where is a little cutie like you off to in such a hurry?" a syrupy sweet voice asked, startling Sarah out of her musings. She looked up to see the Amazon pushing the stroller had turned around and was now walking alongside her. "I'm on my way to work, Ma'am," Sarah said with a false smile, discreetly pressing a bright red button on the side of her watch. "Work? Oh, that's no fun," the woman said, sounding disappointed. Sarah took in the lady's details, storing them for memory for possible future reference. The woman in question was skinny, with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a red sundress with a blue diaperbag over her shoulder. The stroller she was pushing was seafoam green and, as Sarah took notice, could unfold to allow for a second occupant. "Actually, I find my job very enjoyable and fulfilling," Sarah said. "Aww, that's so cute!" the lady said, making Sarah wince. This was not the first time cute was used around her, nor would it be the last. "You dressing up like a grown-up and trying to act so mature!" Now Sarah's hackles were raised even more. "Well thank you, but I really can't stop to chat. I don't want to be late for work." Sarah continued to smile as she quickened her pace, before finding her path blocked by the strolled, the boy inside whimpering a little and sucking on his binky furiously. He was wearing a yellow t-shirt and diaper, and buckled in via a five point harness. With a snap of a button, the second part of the stroller unfolded, awaiting the newest occupant. "My little Geoffry's stroller here can seat two, as you can see. Maybe I could give you a lift?" Sarah pressed the button on her watch again, knowing that doing so would increase the urgency of a response needed. "You're very kind, but I'm afraid that I must decline," Sarah said, suddenly finding herself having to leap back to avoid the swiping arms of the amazon. "Annabelle, it's not nice to try and play keep away from Mommy!" the amazonian said, in the syrupy sweet voice. She lunged again, this time grabbing Sarah by her arm in a vice-like grip. With a triumphant look on her face, there was a loud authoritative shout. "HEY! DROP THE LITTLE!" The amazonian's eyes went wide and she did just that out of pure reflex, putting her hands up as she and Sarah both looked in the direction of who had just spoken. It was an officer fast approaching on foot, his right hand resting on his stun gun. "We got a notification from an alert system," he said, speaking to Sarah, who nodded. "That is correct, officer," she then pointed to the red button on her watch, "I pressed the button for the alert here on my watch when this woman started to follow me. I pressed it again when it became apparent she was attempting to abduct me." "Sh-she means to say adopt, officer," the worried lady stammered out, looking like a deer in the headlights, "Annabelle here was adopted last week and I indulge her a little by letting her dress like a grown-up, but then she started to throw a tantrum when I told her she couldn't keep the pretty watch she found on the sidewalk." Sarah was surprised at how quickly this woman appeared able to think up a lie like that on the spot. Thankfully, it was apparent that the officer was not buying it. "Miss, are you familiar with this woman?" he asked Sarah, who quickly shook her head no. "I have never seen this person before in my life, officer. I was on my way to work when she accosted me." "YOU LITTLE FIBBER!" the lady screeched, turning on Sarah. The officer shouted for the woman to freeze, but she was in full frenzy mode and tried to grab for Sarah. All of a sudden, she fell to the ground and started to shudder, the plastic disk from the officer's stun gun planted firmly on her back. Sarah smiled despite of herself, and the boy in the stroller looked pleased. The officer radioed in what had happened, and soon a squad car arrived. The lady was a little out of it, but cognitive, and placed under arrest for attempted abduction and assault. She was handcuffed and put in the back of the car, and LPS soon arrived to tend to Sarah and the boy the woman had called Geoffry. Taking the time to do so, Sarah pulled out her phone and tapped on the screen. It rang for a bit, before it was answered. "Hello there, Mr. Devereaux," Sarah said to her boss, "I'm calling to let you know that I am unfortunately going to be late to work. There was an incident and I might have to go down to the police station and give a statement." "Oh my goodness, are you alright Sarah?" he asked, sounding concerned. Sarah smiled, having liked her boss since the day he had hired her. For an amazon, he and his wife both were alright in Sarah's books, not that that meant Sarah trusted them completely. Still, he always treated all of his employees fairly, be they little, betweener, or amazon. "Yes, I'm unharmed, but still, I'm afraid that being late cannot be helped." "That's quite alright, and thank you for calling to let me know." "Oh, it looks like I have to go. I'll be in soon, Mr. Devereaux." he said goodbye, and Sarah ended the call, putting away her phone. Already a small crowd had gathered to see what all the commotion was. In the back seat of the cruiser, the amazon was crying and screaming as LPS took custody of her little, mentioning about reviewing his case. Sarah hoped that he would be granted his freedom. It turned out, however, that she wouldn't have to go down to the station to give her statement. Especially when she remembered that pressing the button on her watch activated the spy camera that was hidden in the topmost button of her coat. Using her phone, she was able to upload the entire incident, caught on high quality, to the arresting officer's phone. Apparently, the woman had tried this twice before, despite getting the book thrown at her both times. This being her third and last strike, her sentence was most likely going to be a much lengthier one. Even moreso if her "adopted" little agreed to testify. Soon, it was all over, and the police and LPS, after giving Sarah a once-over to make sure that she wasn't harmed, packed up and left, with Sarah stating that she could get to work herself just fine. She did have to weave through the slowly dispersing crowd of lookie-loos, frowning when she heard a female voice tut. "Can't believe that those babies aren't going home with their new momma." This made Sarah shudder and make haste through the small forest of legs. She made it to the subway without incident and, sure enough, she had missed her train. She did have to wait a few minutes for the next one to arrive, during which time she kept a full 360 degree awareness of her immediate surroundings. When the train arrived, she swiped her employee card and was allowed to go through the little-sized turnstyles. She looked around seeing amazons, betweeners, and littles boarding the train. Some looked bored, others looked all around, clearly tourists. Those Sarah made a point of avoiding, as foreign amazonians tended to gloss over the laws concerning littles in Paltalia, and she didn't wish for another incident so early in the morning. Aside from clearly catching the eye of some of the tourist amazons, who cooed at her and one, a man wearing an orange shirt with white flowers on it, offered her some chocolate. She had politely declined, and soon gotten off at her stop. She walked another two blocks to her place of work, the headquarters for Snuggies Inc. They were a small but fast growing company, one that primarily manufactured and distributed... baby and little products. One of the few companies in the country that also now had a line of products, including diapers, made with little furs in mind. And yes, Sarah saw the irony of her working there. She smiled at Henry the security guard at the front desk and waved her id badge over the scanner in front of the elevator, granting her access. There were three, one for average amazon height, one for average betweener height, and one for average little height. She skunk little had the elevator to herself, unable to resist humming along to the smooth jazz playing from the speakers on her way up to the fifteenth floor where she worked. Due to now being over half an hour late, she felt it safe to check in with her boss, despite having already called. Sarah, ever the cautious one. Getting off to the sounds of chatter from employees of various sizes speaking into headsets or to their computers, dealing with calls to different departments or other outside sources. Overall, there were twelve employees in the company's finance department. They were overseen by Luke Devereaux, the CFO himself. Sarah nodded to Rebecca, a brown she-wolf little fur that Sarah suspected was the same one that had fought with the guards prior to their arrival in this dimension. Not that Sarah was going to say anything. Rebecca was more of a casual acquaintance then a full-on work friend, but Sarah kept most everyone at arm's length. Not looking where she was going, Sarah walked right into a pair of legs. This caused the skunk girl to let out an "OMPH!" and fall onto her bottom. Looking up from the shiny black heels this apparent amazon was wearing, Sarah took in the charcoal grey skirt-suit that they were wearing, before alighting on the face of one of her coworkers she would have been glad to have avoided today. Tiffany. "Oh my goodness!" the giantess exclaimed, reaching down and picking Sarah up under her arms to set her down on her feet. "Poor little thing, are you okay, Sarah? You didn't get any boo-boos, did you?" Tiffany asked, brushing her long red hair aside. Her muddy brown eyes searching over the skunk girl. Sarah rolled her eyes but kept her composure. "No, Tiffany, I am just fine. No injuries or anything like that. And you don't need to keep wiping off my outfit." Tiffany wiped off some more imaginary dust before stopping. Tiffany wasn't so much a bad person, but definitely an amazon who had some serious disproportionate view of the world. Basically, she seemed to view all littles and small children, and took it upon herself to mother and fuss over all five of the littles in their department. She would do things like bring in fresh baked cookies to give to her little colleagues, "help" them transfer their drinks into sippi-cups and bottles, check to see if they had accidents, "help" them to the bathroom for a potty break, and even "assist" them in putting on some tug-ups. None of which was technically against the company policy, but it was something that Mr. Devereaux continuously would have to discuss with Tiffany from time to time. Without hesitating, Tiffany lifted up Sarah's skirt and started to inspect her plain panties. Firs the front, and then brushing aside Sarah's tail to check the back, even tugging them open. Sarah and the other littles and little furs of the office knew better than to yell or cuss out Tiffany for this, as that would be marked on their records as an act of immaturity. "Hmmm," Tiffany said, letting Sarah's undies snap back and letting her skirt fall, gently patting her bottom. "No accidents yet today, but I still think that you'd be better off switching to tug-ups. That way you won't have to worry about accidents so much." Sarah found that it was time again for her customer service smile. "Thanks, Tiffany," the words tasted like bile in her mouth, "and I'll certainly take that into consideration." "Or you could switch back to diapers full time. That way, you wouldn't have to worry about the potty at all, and I for one would be more than happy to change you!" I'm sure that you would, Sarah grimly thought. She knew that Tiffany didn't mean anything sinister by it, but rather honestly thought of Sarah as a little girl who needed someone looking after her. She briefly recalled several occasions where Tiffany had put her into tug-ups, and Sarah had simply sucked it up, while mentioning in passing to Mr. Devereauz about what had happened. Tiffany had misunderstood the complaint and came in the next day, putting Sarah into a diaper, which of course led to another talk with Mr. Devereaux. Again, none of what she had done had technically been against the company policy, and Tiffany had been confused as to why she was being scolded. "It certainly is something to think about," Sarah said, hating the truth to those words. As contradictory as it may seem, free littles and little furs who diapered themselves were viewed as acting maturely. Facing their "potty problems" head on instead of pretending that they didn't happen. Still, that was one spot that Sarah couldn't bring herself to compromise on. "If you want, I could change you into one right now! OH! I even have some with those cute little fishy designs on them! They'd look so adorable! And you know that we're now manufacturing those personalized diapers! We can have your name spelled out in baby blocks on the waistband!" Tiffany was so excited to talk about all things babying-related. "Those do sound exciting, but I think I'll just stick with panties for now." Sarah saw the look of disappointment in Tiffany's eyes and rolled her own. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to check in with Mr. Devereaux." "Okay, I'll show you the way!" Tiffany said this, taking Sarah by the paw-hand and leading her towards their boss' office. Sarah was more than familiar with the layout of their department, but knew that it was best not to argue. Tiffany might think Sarah was cranky and need a bottle and a nap. Just like with the tug-ups, it wouldn't be the first time. "Here we are, safe and sound," Tiffany said, leaning down to gently pat Sarah on her bottom. "Remember that if you need me, I'll be over there." She waved to the direction her desk was in before giving Sarah a quick hug and letting go. Straightening her outfit, Sarah opened the door to her boss' office, glad for his standing order to all of his employees that they do not need to knock, as well as for the three size sets of door handles. "Good morning, Mr. Devereaux," Sarah said as she entered, smiling up at the gigantic man sitting behind his equally gigantic desk. "Sarah, I've told you, I prefer just to be called Luke," he said with a chuckle, motioning towards the little leather chair. Sarah took her seat and explained in detail what had happened. "That just sounds awful," Luke said, shaking his head. His thick black hair was trimmed short and parted. He was wearing a tan suit with a striped red tie. Overall, his features would have easily landed him jobs as a male model, but instead he chose to work in finances for a company his best friend had started out of their own home. "It was, but thankfully the police were quick to respond," Sarah said, feeling better and letting go of a ball of anxiety she hadn't realized had formed in the pit of her stomach. "I couldn't help but hear Tiffany's voice just before you entered," he said, looking uncomfortable and shifting in his seat a bit, "did she... step over any lines again today?" "Well... she did check to see if I had an accident, and recommend that I wear... uhm... tug-ups, or diapers," Sarah said, feeling the blush beneath her fur. Luke sighed and nodded his head. "I'll have another talk with her. She already put Rebecca back in tug-ups a little while ago 'just to be safe'," he said, his voice revealing his incredulity. "Of course, since she was reported having a small accident, she will be required to wear them for the rest of the week... and Tiffany has promised to help make sure to check and see if she needs any further help." Sarah winced and nodded. Sometimes an accident was unavoidable, like a little trickle or squirt on the way to the bathroom. "That does explain why she is in maternal overdrive this morning," Sarah joked, making Luke let out a rumbling chuckle. "Alright, if you feel up to working after your ordeal, you can get started right away. And don't worry, you won't be docked any pay for something that was out of your control," Luke said. Sarah thanked him and left, heading towards her own desk. Luke Devereaux was a good man, and his wife a good woman. They both believed that mature littles and little furs deserved the very same rights as amazons and betweeners. His wife, Maria, was known to help organize protests for little equality back in college, and still advocated for them to this day. They did both also believe that a little that proves that they cannot handle adulthood does need to be cared for and given love and support, which did ruffle Sarah's fur a little, but she would take her interactions with them both, as Maria enjoyed stopping by from time to time, over someone as baby-crazy as Tiffany. And, thinking back to the attempted kidnapping not too long ago, Sarah was willing to put up with Tiffany's molly-coddling over that insane lady as well. Shaking her head, the skunk-girl typed in her password, and logged on, beginning her routine processing of expense reports. Every few seconds, she could hear Rebecca, who sat right across from her, crinkle a little as she shifted in her seat. So that chapter was a LOT longer than what I normally write! But it sure was a lot of fun, which is par for the course of all my projects! Please consider taking the time to leave a comment or review, as they really do just make my day! And thank you for reading!

After weeks sending countless messages on online dating websites only to receive no response, I was beginning to lose hope and become burnt out. Until she messaged me back. Misskiwi was professional and ambitious. A career woman with a long and articulate write up on her profile. I was a guy wondering what she'd want to do with me. My hopes surged as we chatted, she was affable though exacting and stubborn. I could live with that. I find out her name, Nora. She wanted to meet up and go for a walk at a busy park nearby. I agreed, of course. Things seemed to be looking up. A few days later, I found myself sitting down on the park bench she directed me to carefully. I waited. She was nowhere to be seen. I wondered what was up, and glanced over at the empty spot next to me. There was a medium-sized package. I figured someone must have left it there by accident, and they'd be back for it soon. I continued to wait. About fifteen minutes later, a curiosity mixed with boredom and disappointment got the better of me and I leaned over to look down at the package. It was addressed to Nora. Not only that, there was a small, handwritten note taped expertly onto cardboard. It had neat and feminine writing with soft, round lines on it. Could it be Nora's? I scooched over and began to read: "I had to run at the last minute, I'm really sorry. Business calls. We'll meet soon, okay? I meant to give you this in person, but this will have to do for now. Don't open the box until you get home! It's important." I made my way back home, box under my arm pressed against my ribs. It was surprisingly light. All I could do as I walked was wonder what was inside. The same moment I got into my apartment, I was opening the box, deeply curious about its contents. Then I saw it. It was a package of adult diapers. What? I sat there in silence, struck by the strangeness of it all. Slowly a mixture of humiliation and excitement rose inside me, a combination I wasn't used to feeling together. I wondered if the smell coming from inside the box was Nora's perfume scent. It was somewhat intoxicating. Why? Had she just wanted to play a joke on me? I took the package of diapers out of the box, and noticed another note underneath in what I presumed was Nora's handwriting. "No, this isn't a cruel prank. It's a test. A pretty harmless and quick test. You just have to trust me. Meet me for a video chat at 8:30 pm sharp. Be in a diaper. You really must be wearing one. I promise I'll reward you. ❤️ Nora" I felt excitement tinged with humiliation rising in my chest. I had to do it. I had to see what she had in store for me. What did I really have to lose? I'd been trying to get a date for weeks without any luck, and suddenly this mysterious woman enters the scene and has me feeling something. It's worth a try, I thought. So after some dinner I opened up the package of diapers and unfolded one. Laying down on my bed, I did up the side tabs carefully and made sure the fit was snug around my groin. They felt nice, a bit like a pillow around my crotch. I slid my shorts back up and sat down at the computer. They weren't very nice to walk in, the bulk was a little awkward and I was reminded of my strange situation each time the thick fabric grazed my inner thighs. It was 8:17. I waited. At exactly 8:30, she was on. Looking as composed as ever, she began to speak before I could quietly say hello. "Hello! Did you do it? Are you wearing one of your diapers?" She asked. "Yeah--just like you said to do. Why are we--" "Well, it's complicated." She bit her lip. "You want to hear the whole story?" "Sure, take your time," I replied. "First though, I want to really see that you're wearing it. Can you just show me the top of it, peeking out of your--that's it." I lifted my shirt, exposing the top of the diaper hiding beneath my shorts. "Okay, so here it is. I have had a lot of boyfriends in the past who have had bladder control issues. They were really leaky and drippy, some of them said their control got bad only after being with me. I think they were just shielding their bruised egos, but anyway, I don't really trust it." Was this lady crazy? Did she really think that just because she had problems with that in her past relationships, that it would somehow leak over onto me? "I don't have a bladder problem," I cracked a smile. She looked at me doubtfully. "I dunno. We'll see. There's another reason I need you in diapers. I need to make sure you're really committed to me. I've had a lot of bad experiences in the past with trust, and I want to know that you're really willing to go the extra mile for me. I'll go the extra mile for you of course, but first you need to complete this challenge for me. " "I dunno." I gave mock consideration, looking away as if I were deliberating. "Where's your diaper? Can I see it to make sure you're wearing it?" I watched as Nora reached down and began to lift up her shirt. Did she really have a diaper on underneath her jeans? Soon I caught a glimpse of the smooth, soft looking skin of her belly. She looked at me mischievously as she reached under her jeans and pulled up her underwear so I could see. She shook her head. "I don't wear them." "Well, I don't either. I'm not going to do it." I said. Nora seemed hurt by my response. She recoiled. "It's only for a few weeks," She began. "I don't want you to wear them for long if you don't need to. You don't even have to use them, you just have to wear them that's all. It's only a change of underwear you make it out like it's such a big thing..." "The answer's no." I said again. "Please?" "Look, I'm exhausted. I want to get to sleep, it's nearly nine and I have to be up for five thirty. I'll talk to you tomorrow." I blew her a kiss and left the chat. If it was unreasonable that her potential boyfriend says no to wearing diapers he doesn't need, then she'd just need to find someone else to be with. I took off the diaper straight away and set the rest of the pack out by the front door to be thrown away. After watching a few short videos on YouTube to unwind, I stripped down to my socks and underwear and went to bed. I noticed I had to pee pretty urgently as I laid down. I got up for the washroom quick and then fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. I was woken up by my alarm, and noticed something alarming upon stirring. I was laying in a puddle of my own pee! This hadn't happened to me in years. After a long moment sitting in disbelief, I got up and went down the stairs to the shower. It was pretty chilly on my boxer short-clad bottom from laying in an accident for who knows how long. I spotted the pack of diapers by the door. They could have helped, I thought. I tried to suppress that thought. I wasn't going to wear a diaper because I peed the bed once. If only Nora could see me now. After a long day I got home and hopped onto my online chat again. Nora was on. I messaged her immediately. "I'm sorry I didn't wear the diapers you got me, maybe I can--for you. It's only for a few days, right?" Sent. It only took a few minutes for her to reply. "I hoped you'd come around. It's okay. Just put on another diaper right now and then we can chat in video." I felt a pretty intense urge to pee just then, and I ran towards the bathroom with my unfolded diaper in hand. After changing in the bathroom, it was time to go chat with Nora. I was halfway down the stairs when I heard her trying to video call me. Only problem was, I forgot to put my shorts back on after changing! I figured it wasn't important, my lower half would be hidden from the camera anyway. I answered her call and was greeted by her smiling face. She was still in her work clothes, and looked intense but warm. "Hey Nora," I waved. She smiled and waved back. "So you got your diaper on?" I nodded. "Good. I only want you to wear them for two weeks starting today. That's all I ask, alright?" Remembering the sudden bedwetting incident the night before, I nodded. "No problem, it's not like I have to use them or anything." We chatted about our days, and made a reservation at a nice restaurant for our Friday first date night. Hopefully I wouldn't end up sitting in the booth, only to find another box of diapers where Nora was supposed to be. We finished our call, and I was surprised how much time had passed. It was already half past seven, and time to eat something. I got up, and felt an intense pang on my bladder. I had to go, right that moment. It was then that I remembered I had a diaper on. I'd almost forgotten it was there, silently hugging my crotch, waiting unobtrusively for accidents. I wasn't about to give my new underwear the release they were designed to capture. I jogged down the hall to the bathroom and struggled with the door, which I usually kept open. A few squirts began to drench the padding, and my sense of consternation and humiliation grew. Why is this happening to me, now? I got to the toilet and began to lose the battle even more with my bladder as I struggled to get my diaper out of the way so I could pee like an adult. I was too late. By the time I got my underwear unfastened, I had already noticeably drenched the inside of the diaper. I peed the rest into the toilet and then sat on the floor for a moment to regain my composure. What the heck was happening to me? At least I was wearing a diaper, I thought while looking at the bathroom's tile floor. Still clean. It was then that I realized I should put my diaper back on. It was bunched up beside the toilet, with the wetness indicator on the crotch faded blue. Better to get a clean one from the pack, I figured. I was a bit conflicted as I unfolded a new one a few minutes later and got ready to put it on. Why not just wear normal underwear for a little while? It's not like Nora would know. That seemed too dishonest. Plus, I'd already had two accidents in the last two days. Nora's prediction about always having boyfriends with bladder problems was beginning to look more and more believable all the time. But how is that possible? I fastened on my clean diaper and got cozy under some blankets in the living room. I turned the fire on, it was starting to get chilly in the evening. I felt an urgent pang on my bladder again after a small glass of wine and a water. Did I really want to get up? I kind of didn't. I used the diaper and continued to watch without having to lose my coziness. I wanted to be sure I wouldn't get too used to them, though.

I want to share a brief story with you all. A story about how I ended up diapered today by my girlfriend. Before I start, a bit of a digression. It's kind of strange to be a twenty something male and find yourself swaddled in medical looking pampers, I know. They crinkle and rustle if I try to covertly re-position the semi-erection that lives inside. These underwear make me a little too loud to do that. Trouble is, I haven't had much release in weeks. Let's start from the beginning. Rebecca and I met on a dating app after a few successful online dates. Things went pretty well at first. I hoped I'd be able to tell her one of my deepest secrets--that I like to wear diapers. I don't like to feel humiliated about it, I hoped she would simply indulge me from time to time. At most, she'd permit that I slide into one at night while nestled beside her, breathing in the natural scent of her long dark hair. It didn't work out like that. One afternoon she was out with her family for dinner, so it felt like it was a safe time to indulge one of life's simple pleasures. I slid on my disposable pants and a shirt before sitting down to play a nice role-playing video game. I was a masculine looking orc wielding a sword in the game--a skinny and gentle character with noodle arms in real life. I felt pee warm my butt on and off as the day rolled on, thinking nothing of it. Then, my Bexie Becca pulls up in the driveway. I thought it was a delivery driver. Big mistake. I was sitting on the floor like a child, totally immersed in my game, when I spotted her feet beside me. I jumped, and almost surely peed a little without meaning to. "You're in a diaper?!" she cried. "Why? Can't go to the toilet while you play your game?" I looked around anxiously for a second, feeling myself pee a little more through waves of fright. I had no idea what to say or how to face her. Just this morning I had seen her bottom in bed beside me in a plain pair of undies. I was sure that was going to be the last time. And tonight she'd offered to pay for a much needed grocery run. All of this after offering me some of the most kind and genuine emotional support I had ever received. I was beginning to cry before I knew it. She knelt down beside me and put her arm around me. "No--hey. Don't cry," she cooed, rubbing my back. We hugged. "I just don't want to lose you--I really like y-you." I sniffled. "It's okay, I'm not mad at you, I still like you--we're still friends, it's fine." She reassured. "Friends?" I began. "You don't want to break up with me, do you?" "No way! But there's going to be a few new rules I think." "Like what?" She looked dreamily up for a moment, her eyes darted from side to side, searching. "Hmm..." "I don't need to wear diapers or anything--" I blurted out quietly. "I think you do," she booped me on the nose. "Do you see how wet you are? You probably didn't notice--" "I noticed." I began, feeling uncertain. I paused for a moment in attempt to gather something that would convince her. All the while she stared at me curiously. "I like to wear them, that's all." "Well I know you like to wear them, you need to otherwise you'll get pee-pees everywhere," she teased. "Oh come on, it's not like that. I just like to use them sometimes--it's really relaxing and sensual." "I dunno..." She stood up and grabbed a game controller from the other side of the room and then plopped down beside me. I caught a glimpse of the waistband of her panties as she pulled her hair into a neat ponytail. "You wanna keep playing? I need to think for a bit..." "Okay, sure." I said, not feeling like I was in a position to argue. As we played I wanted to take my diaper off, but I didn't want to disturb the moment or bring her focus back to my soggy and padded bottom. She was apparently accepting this, for now. I couldn't complain, and I was still in a bit of shock from the incident. I played absentmindedly, and continued to dribble into my diaper when I needed to. About an hour later, she broke the silence by mooshing my very wet diaper with her hand. "This boy needs a change," she mused. "What? No--" "Let me get this straight," she said, looking me in the eyes intently. "First you say you don't need diapers, and then you sit in a dirty one in front of your girlfriend for an hour without getting up to change it?" There was a brief silence, broken by a slight hiss coming from my diaper. "While continuing to use it?" "I can change myself back into underwear after it's fine." I said quickly. "I said I had some rules for you, remember?" "Yea--" "Well here's rule one. When I want you in a diaper, you're going to be in one. It might be the case that you like to wear them, but, I'm not so sure. Even if I was, I'm not sure it's important." "What?! Why?" Alarm bells were beginning to ring in my head but they were silenced immediately after she began to speak. "Well you did use it pretty badly. Also if you like to wear them, I think it means you need them in a certain sense." She said. "Also, this is a pretty big thing, yeah? I'll accept your diaper wearing if you're willing to compromise. I have some needs too." I paused, trying to take in everything she'd said. "Okay." She continued without missing a beat. "So I need you to be settled in your little undies from time to time, as it suits me. Sometimes when we go out, I kind of wish you were in a diaper to be honest. You're always getting up to go to the washroom, even in the middle of the night. It wakes me up. Rather have my boyfriend's underpant be filled with pee than be woken up." "You mean I have to wear diapers to bed all the time?!" I began to raise my voice. "Calm, dear. Listen. You'll like it. You already enjoy wearing these, right?" She rubbed my wet diaper delicately, causing my sensitive area to twitch slightly. "I'll give you diaper-free nights too. It's not like it has to be all the time, compromise." "Well--okay," I replied. "Are there any more rules?" "There is another. You know I'm not often in the mood for sex. When you're in diapers, we might not play as much but don't worry, I'll still get you off." "Is that it?" "I think so, for now." "Well, I guess I can adjust." "You'll have to. I want you to run out later to grab some errands. I'll give you money, there's a bit of a long list." She stood up and hiked her leggings up so they were snug. "You're going to go there in a clean diaper. I need to change you." "Why can't I do it on my--" "Rule three." She said, looking down at me sitting on the floor. "Fine," I said, standing up beside her. "Change me now then, let's get this over with." "You think you can boss me around? You're the one with a wet diaper sagging between his legs." "Well--" I stood there, struck dumb. She'd really taken the wind out of my sails. She smiled, seeming to know this. Wordlessly I allowed her to take my hand and lead me to our bedroom. "Where are your diapers?" I pointed towards an end table I made with a door on it that lacked a doorknob. The perfect hiding place, at least until today. "Good." I watched as she produced one of my diapers from the breached hiding place. Laying me down, she began to change me and I didn't resist. "They sell this brand at the drugstore. That's great, you can get some more while you're out. Don't use the toilet while you're there--that's rule four... No toilets for you until I take you out of diapers." I wasn't sure how to feel about that last rule, I was shoved out the door in a state of mild shock, dressed in a usual sweater and jeans that hid well the pleasant but taboo underwear underneath. At least I was dry now, though it was raining outside. I rushed to the car and got ready to go. It felt weird to grab a bag of diapers for myself on my girlfriend's purse. I was starting to come around to the new arrangements, but that didn't last long. I found myself in a sodden diaper every morning for about two weeks. There I slept encased in my own pee while my lovely Becca was soundly asleep in thick cotton panties. I tried not to wake her as I wet myself silently beside her, with my arm still wrapped around her belly. I hadn't had any release in that time, aside from her rubbing my diaper. It didn't work very well at first, and I was dying for release. As the days rolled on her sensual touches became more and more precious, until I was like putty in her hands when she felt like rubbing me. I did finally get that release yesterday into my diaper, and I nearly passed out after it happened. Seeing and feeling Rebecca rubbing her yoga pants butt against my slightly soggy diaper was too much. Yesterday she decided it was going to be a diapers-free day. After weeks stewing in my own potty, it was pretty nice to finally be free of it. I didn't want to be in diapers that badly any longer, but she usually knows best. In the middle of the night I woke up to her telling me it's okay to have accidents. It took a minute or two for me to realize I'd peed the bed a little without my dependable diapers on. Today, I'm padded again. Not sure for how much longer. Rebecca says it's only for a few days. I just need to stay dry for four nights in a row. Today she rubbed her butt up against my diaper again. Before long I was shivering and shuddering in release. I leaned into her afterward as she sat beside me and felt another small flood beginning in my diaper as usual.

No wrestling knowledge or interest is necessary to enjoy this story of humiliation, regression, and babying so don't worry if you don't like wrestling --- Michael Flint is a superstar wrestling bad boy. After one too many scandals he is fired by his company and left searching for work. He finds himself "blackballed" from most of the industry and only one company is ready to take a risk on him. Before he even gets in the door Michael makes an enemy of the new company's star, Alyssa Stanton. She has an interesting idea for settling the score which one of them will end up regretting. --- This story has been available on my Patreon page for the last week and with a $5 a month pledge you can see all my updates a week before anyone else. For $10 a month you can get early access plus access to TWENTY-NINE EXCLUSIVE stories that only my patrons get to see. If you are interested please consider giving my Patreon page a look https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- “This is the final straw!” Vince Turner shouted down the phone. “Boss, I don’t even know why she is complaining!” Michael Flint replied from his couch, “Women thank their lucky stars when I give them attention.” “You slapped her ass in the hallway in front of the rest of the locker room!” Mr. Turner raged, “And she showed me the texts you’ve sent. This could be in a textbook as the perfect definition of sexual harassment!” “Agree to disagree…” Michael said casually. “Do you know what this could mean for my company?” Mr. Turner was practically screaming and the sound of something being thrown against a wall echoed down the line, “This isn’t the territory days. You can’t just do whatever you want no matter how big of a star you are!” “Look, the way she was dressed and-” Michael began. “No, Michael!” Mr. Turner said, “I have no choice but to let you go. You’re fired.” “Fired!?” Michael suddenly sat up and took notice, “But I’m your biggest star! My merchandise sales have made you a billionaire! Hello? Son of a bitch!” It was too late. Mr. Turner had hung up the phone leaving Michael sitting on his couch. The twenty-eight year old professional wrestler threw his phone down next to him on his couch. Despite being young Michael had a lot of experience in the wrestling business and had wrestled all over the world, unfortunately he had also been fired all over the world. He had a reputation for being a guaranteed money maker but also for his bad behaviour. Michael Flint was a notoriously cocky and arrogant man. By itself that made him difficult to work with but when combined with the sexual harassment complaints he attracted it made him a high risk worker for most companies. The only way he had survived in the business as long as he had was his natural charisma which made whichever promoter he worked for a lot of money. “What was all that shouting about?” Sophie walked into the living room of the very large house to find her husband looking furious. “I… I’ve been fired.” Michael finally said. “Again?” Sophie rolled her eyes but seemed otherwise unconcerned, “Oh well, why’s that got you so worked up? You can just get a job a different company.” “There aren’t any left…” Michael said as he put his head in his hands. “What do you mean?” Sophie asked with furrowed brows. “I mean I’ve been to all the major companies.” Michael slipped down the seat as if he were physically deflating, “Japan, Europe, Mexico, here… I’ve been through all of them. There’s nowhere left.” “But… But…” Sophie suddenly looked a lot more concerned as she looked around at the large and extravagant living room, “We have a mortgage! We’re still paying for half of this crap!” “Don’t you think I know that!?” Michael hissed angrily. “You need to find something.” Sophie said simply, “Sooner rather than later.” “Thanks for the pep talk.” Michael muttered as his wife walked out of the room. Michael spent the afternoon on his laptop. He fired off e-mails to every wrestling company that could afford him, he had long since burnt his bridges with his cocky attitude but he was hoping someone would forgive him. He even picked up the phone and got in contact with the few wrestlers in the business who still liked him, he left no stone unturned in his attempts to drum up some interest in himself. By the time the sun set and the smell of dinner drifted into the living room Michael had received nothing in return for all his efforts. He didn’t realise just how much scorched earth he had left behind When Michael walked through to the large dining room he found Sophie already sitting down and starting to eat. He sat in his usual seat and picked up his knife and fork. “Why were you fired?” Sophie asked before Michael could even take a bite. “Oh, you know, backstage politics stuff…” Michael certainly didn’t want his wife to know about the real reasons. In all honesty Michael’s womanising had started before he had ever even met Sophie. He had always been what his friends called a “player” and took pride in the amount of girls he had slept with. Getting into wrestling and travelling around the world only gave him more opportunities to sleep around. After he met Sophie he settled down for a few months but it didn’t last, even after they were married Michael refused to change his ways. Every other night he would be on the road and more often than not he would bring a woman back to his motel room. It was easy to pick up women when you had fame, money and a fantastic body. “What’s the plan?” Sophie asked, “You can’t just sit at home not getting paid.” “Jesus, Sophie, I know!” Michael was feeling stressed enough without this badgering, “I’m trying, alright?” Dinner was eaten in silence that evening. Both Michael and Sophie had a lot on their minds and they separated after dinner without a word. Sophie went straight upstairs whilst Michael went back to the couch. For hours Michael surfed the internet lazily. He laid back and spent half his time reading random forums and the other half watching nostalgic wrestling clips. Every half an hour or so he would go to his e-mail inbox but no one seemed keen to talk to him. Michael started feeling really scared that he had managed to get himself blackballed from the entire wrestling industry. It was as Michael was reading a wrestling forum where a great many people seemed to be taking joy at his misfortune in a thread titled “Michael Flint Fired… AGAIN!” that he found a possible lead. Someone had written a couple of paragraphs of insults and then said the line “Maybe PEW will pick him up.” “Prestige Extreme Wrestling, eh?” Michael said to himself as he searched the name. Michael hadn’t heard of this company before but they seemed to be growing a cult following. They had sprung up very quickly and advertised themselves as “real” wrestling. Anyone who has followed wrestling for any period of time will know that the action is scripted. The athletic feats are tremendous and the stories told can be very entertaining but the results of the matches are predetermined. For a company to advertise itself as having “real wrestling” seemed to suggest that they were different. Michael was intrigued by the promotion but his interest was secondary to his financial needs, he quickly sent off an e-mail to try and set something up. The company was smaller than he was used to but beggars can’t be choosers. Michael fell asleep on the couch not long later. He was worrying about the finances all the way up to the moment he fell into unconsciousness. --- Michael was woken up the next day as the curtains were ripped open. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, he felt stiff from the awkward makeshift bed and as he looked over to the window he could see a distinctly female silhouette. “What time is it?” Michael asked tiredly. “Time you went looking for a job.” Sophie said simply, “It’s already mid-morning. I’m not going to let you use this as an opportunity to be lazy.” Michael stood up and stretched. He felt his bones creak as they complained about the uncomfortable night. As a wrestler he was used to difficult sleeping situations when on the road but since he had become a star he was far more used to exquisite hotel rooms. He stumbled out of the living room and went up to the bathroom. He showered and prepared himself for the day and by the time he had wrapped himself in his dressing gown he was feeling a lot more awake. Sophie was sitting in the living watching television and when Michael walked in she shot him a frustrated look. Michael ignored his wife, it was this sort of stuff that made his eye wander whilst on the road. He turned on the laptop and went straight to his e-mail. His eyes widened and he felt a lurch in his stomach when he saw an e-mail from PEW. “We would be very interested in signing you. Could you give us a call?” The short e-mail was signed by Elliott Page. “Hey, would you look at that.” Michael turned the screen towards his wife triumphantly, “I told you I’d sort something out.” “You don’t know how much they are offering yet.” Sophie said as she looked away, “Once I know we aren’t going to have to sell the house I’ll give you kudos.” Michael sighed. He typed the phone number provided on the e-mail into his phone and walked out of the room. He walked out into the large garden and sat on a deck chair as the phone started to ring. It was answered by a gruff voice. “Hello. This is Prestige Extreme Wrestling.” The voice said. It didn’t sound overly friendly. “Hi, this is Michael Flint. I sent you an e-mail la-” Michael started to say. “Ah yes. Here’s our offer. $250,000 a year plus £75,000 for each win.” Elliott said, “You know our fights aren’t scripted, right?” “I do… but that is only a quarter of what I was making elsewhere.” Michael hoped there was some room for negotiation. “If you don’t like it you can negotiate elsewhere.” Elliott replied sternly, “If you aren’t interested I can just hang up and-” “No. No, I’m… I accept the job.” Michael said with a sigh, “When do you want me to start?” “Come to our show next week.” Elliott said. If he was happy to sign Michael he showed no sign of it, “You can sign the contract and we can show you off to the crowd.” “OK. Tha-” Michael was just about to thank his new boss but the phone had already been hung up. --- Prestige Extreme Wrestling was nowhere near the size of the companies Michael had been used to working for in recent times. The other companies had all had a global reach, PEW was very much a national company. Outside of the USA it seemed like very few people had heard of this new promotion. Despite it’s newness PEW had actually grown extremely quickly and it was clear from the contract they were offering Michael that they had big plans for expansion. They had noticed that fans were tired of the same old shows that many of them had been watching for decades and so they were presenting something new to a rapidly growing cult-like fan base. The fans loved how real it was though Michael wasn’t sure how much of that was just marketing. Michael had hit the gym hard in the last week to try to make up for his laziness in recent times. He was far from his best shape but he had never been the most athletic wrestler in the world. As the venue for the show came into view Michael started to see some of the major differences between this and other companies. To his surprise there were already lots of people queueing outside. The venue wasn’t the huge arenas and stadiums that the global brands inhabited, it was more modest though far from small. Rather than the army of production trucks and personnel Michael could only see a couple of trucks and some much less professional looking people wandering around. Michael Flint drove around to the talent entrance and parked up. He saw some people milling around but nobody he recognised, he smiled confidently to himself as he noticed he had the nicest car by far. He parked up and got his gear out of the trunk, as he walked to the building he saw a woman who was well-built. As she walked in front of Michael he glanced down to check her out, the woman turned to see him staring. “Can I help you?” The woman looked understandably annoyed. “I’m just checking out the view.” Michael said cockily, “You may know me, I’m-” “I don’t give a shit who you are.” The woman shook her head in disgust and walked away. “Bitch…” Michael muttered. Michael was rather taken aback, he wasn’t at all used to being talked to like that. Couldn’t this woman see he was paying her a compliment by ogling her? The woman walked quickly into the building and Michael followed. He looked around and saw a hive of activity as people were bustling around setting up the arena for the matches that would start in a few hours. Michael walked around and saw the dressing rooms as well as catering but the one office he was looking for eluded him. Michael eventually stumbled on Elliott Page’s office. Rather than a big grand room it looked like any other, just one of many that lined the corridor. In other companies Michael had worked at the boss was always located in the biggest and most luxurious room. He knocked the door and was quickly told to enter. The office was as unspectacular as the door had suggested. The room was small and cramped with a cheap desk that was buried under paperwork. Elliott Page was sitting behind the desk smoking a cigarette, his face was gruff and his crooked nose made Michael wonder if he had previously been a wrestler. “Ah, Michael Flint, right?” Elliott said without standing up. “Yes, sir.” Michael said respectfully as he sat on down on the only other chair in the room. Elliott shuffled through some papers without looking up at Michael. Michael waved his hand in front of his face to try and disperse the smoke but it was a forlorn task. He looked around the room but there really was nothing to look at, there was little in terms of decoration. It looked to Michael like a small independent wrestling company office rather than the bigger national promotion it was trying to be. “Sign this.” Elliott said gruffly as he shoved a piece of paper across the desk. Michael looked down to see his contract. Far from the multipage document he had signed at the major companies this was just two sheets of A4 paper. Michael looked over it all but there was one bullet point that stuck out. “”I will promise to abide by stipulations before, during and after matches.“” Michael read before looking up, “I know promoters often put stipulations in matches to make them more interesting but I’ve never seen it in a contract from any of the other promotions.” “This isn’t one of the other promotions.” Michael said gruffly, “He still wasn’t looking up from paper he was writing on.” “I just do-” Michael started. “Are you going to sign the thing or not?” Elliott finally looked up, “Because if you don’t want to work here you can leave. I’m a busy man.” Michael wasn’t used to being talked to this way but knew he had no other options. If he didn’t sign this contract he simply wouldn’t have a job in the wrestling industry. A regular job was very unappealing to a man that had grown used to the spotlight. He picked up his pen and signed the bottom of the contract without further delay. “Great!” Elliot smiled for the first time, “I’ll show you around.” “I thought you were busy.” Michael frowned. “Not too busy that I can’t welcome my newest star.” Elliott stood up and walked towards the office door. Michael thought his new boss was a very strange person but that was hardly unusual in the wrestling industry. He got up and walked out of the office, most of what he was shown was fairly standard for a wrestling promotion and he shook a lot of hands with a lot of wrestlers who often seemed star struck by him. Michael appreciated being the biggest name around and his ego loved all the attention he was getting. As Michael was led out of the dressing room he was listening to Elliott describe how the bonuses work. He wasn’t looking where he was going and he suddenly felt himself bumping into someone. He turned angrily to see the same woman from the car park now leaning against the wall. “Watch where you’re going!” Michael yelled angrily as he dusted down the front of his suit, “Jesus, are you blind? This suit is worth more than your job I’m sure.” “Excuse me?” The woman stood back up straight and walked right up and into the face of Michael. “Mr. Page, who is this nobody?” Michael asked without breaking eye contact with the tall woman. “Erm, Michael Flint, allow me to introduce Alyssa Stanton… Our world champion.” Elliott said slowly. Michael frowned and couldn’t hide his shock whilst Alyssa curled her lips into a self-satisfied smile. Michael looked at Elliott and then pointed at Alyssa, when the promoter slowly nodded Michael looked back to the PEW world champion. He looked her up and down before breaking into a wild smile himself, he started chuckling and took a step back. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Michael repeated himself through his laughter. He brought a hand up to his mouth as he tried to regain his composure. “We promote equality.” Elliott said, “We have a woman’s division but if women want to compete with men we let them. Our former champion held the belt for a full year before Alyssa came along and beat him.” “Was he a child?” Michael was still laughing, “I’m sorry but there’s no way a woman could compete with a man.” As Michael spoke Alyssa’s hands clenched into fists. She was literally shaking with rage and wanted nothing more than to punch this obnoxious asshole in the mouth. If Elliott hadn’t been standing right there she might even have done it. Growing up Alyssa had always had to fight people who were bigger than her. She was the only girl in a large family. She was the youngest of five siblings and with parents that worked as many hours as they could get it meant she was often left with the boys. She quickly learnt how to scrap and fight, she became good at it and it launched her into her current career. She was proud of who she was and where she had come from, to have a man laugh at her and say she wasn’t capable made her beyond angry. “Now, Michael, come on…” Elliott could see the warning signs flashing in Alyssa’s eyes. “Sorry, I just thought I was joining a legitimate sports organisation.” Michael was practically doubled over with laughter, “Clearly your guys are all just little babies if she can beat them.” “Enough!” Alyssa shouted. Her face was red and she practically had steam coming out of her ears as the taunting became too much. “I’m sorry Aly-” Elliott started to say as he tried to placate his angry champion. “Me and you at the next show.” Alyssa growled through her teeth, “You want to see who’s just a little baby? Me and you for the championship and the loser has to be a baby for the other for a year!” “A baby?” Michael asked. His laughter had stopped, he was intrigued about any opportunity to win gold. “Diapers, bottles, spankings…” Alyssa threw her hands up, “The complete baby.” Michael took a moment to think about the unusual stipulation. It wasn’t unusual for wrestling matches to include interesting or strange stipulations as a way to drum up interest but this one seemed weird even for wrestling. He imagined humiliating this angry woman and it made him smile. He knew how these things work, if you lost the stipulation you would have to play it up on the televisions shows or at events but otherwise they meant nothing, at home you would just be normal. It seemed like there was very little downside to this idea especially because he was one hundred per cent confident he would win. Winning the world title in his first match would be a great way to prove he still had what it took. “You’re on.” Michael smiled confidently, “Just don’t expect any mercy from me.” “Mr. Page? Can you sort that contract out for the next show?” Alyssa said with intensity. “Well, we did need a main event…” Elliott said as he scratched his chin, “Are you sure you want this match, Michael?” “Worried about the value of your new star?” Michael raised his eyebrows, “Don’t think he can beat a little woman?” The words “little woman” showed Michael’s contempt for Alyssa but it didn’t reflect reality all that well since Alyssa was the same height as he was. He was smirking as Alyssa rolled her eyes impatiently, this was just the kind of toxic masculinity she was used to in such a male oriented profession. “If you are both happy I’ll get the contracts drawn up.” Elliott looked from one of his stars to the other. They were both nodding their heads, “Alright then, I’ll go start that process now. Michael, if you’ll excuse me I have some calls to make. Feel free to look around, we have a plan to present you to the crowd tonight.” Michael nodded and shook his new boss’s hand. Once Elliott had walked away he turned back to Alyssa. “I guess I’ll see you next month… baby.” Michael taunted the PEW world champion. “Tell me…” Alyssa started confidently, “Do you prefer baby blue or fire truck red? I’ll have to plan accordingly for your new wardrobe.” Michael let out a bark of a laugh and walked away. He didn’t see any way he could possibly lose a match to a woman. In a legitimate sporting contest he was sure he would crush Alyssa, his only concern was making sure it lasted long enough to be entertaining for the fans. Later that evening Michael Flint stood just to the side of the curtain watching the show. He was quite frankly shocked by what he saw even though he tried to maintain a poker face. The fighting was more intense than he had imagined and the fans seemed to go wild over it. There was nudity, blood, no-holds-barred and everything else in between. This was a long way from the sanitised version of wrestling that existed in the mainstream. “We’re not in Kansas anymore…” Michael muttered to himself shortly after seeing one guy hit the other in the head with a steel chair. Blood immediately ran down the poor victim’s face as the crowd oohed and aahed before baying for more violence. Just before the main event Elliott Page made his way to the ring and introduced their shock new signing. Michael Flint walked out from the entrance and was greeted by a wall of noise. He wasn’t a stranger to loud crowds but there was something extra intense about how rabid the people were. He slapped a few hands and waved as he climbed into the ring. When Elliott announced the main event of the next show it was greeted by a lot of cheering, it seems the match would be hotly anticipated. Walking back through the curtain and meeting some of the other wrestlers Michael was pulled aside by his new boss. Mr. Page was smiling so widely it looked almost painful. “I don’t believe it!” Elliott Page exclaimed, “Next month’s show is already sold-out!” “Already?” Michael was shocked, “But the arena’s still emptying.” “Yeah, and half those people went straight to the box office for tickets and the others ordered online.” Elliott laughed, “It looks like you and Alyssa are going to be great together!” When Michael drove home later that day he felt very happy with his first day. Whilst he had seen more violence in the ring than he expected he was still sure he could win any contest, especially against a woman. He had never lacked for confidence and he knew that in one month he would easily beat Alyssa Stanton and as world champion he could, to a large extent, choose his challengers.

I felt the weight in my belly, and shifted in my seat a little. It was uncomfortable, but not urgent. I could finish the sketch. Besides, everyone was sitting quietly watching a film, and if I moved now I'd disturb them. And lose my seat in the big comfy chair. And everyone would probably move so I'd have to start the drawing all over again. Definitely best to stay put. I looked around the room, and for a moment my headspace slipped a tiny bit and I considered how weird it was. There were twelve of us in total, friends renting an Airbnb for the weekend as a way to catch up and chill out. So far so normal. Except nine of us, myself included, were wearing nappies under our clothes, and most of that nine were in cute onesies, sucking on dummies. I hadn't started out as an age player. I was turned on by nappies, and the sense of humiliation that came with wearing and using them. They were also a way to relax without having to worry about the bother of getting up to use the toilet. Over time, however, I'd fallen further down the 'cute' rabbit hole and at this point in spite of wearing what I'd come to describe as "big kid clothes", I was also sucking on a dummy, with my stuffed sloth and cuddly robot (the world's greatest crime fighting duo) close at hand. My attention came back to the feeling of needing to go, as I felt a pressure in my bottom increase. I relaxed a tiny bit and let out a silent fart. I'd had hang ups about my interest in nappies for a long time, but in recent years, after falling in with a nice crowd in the local ageplay scene, I'd become far more comfortable, and even become OK with wearing them when I was around other people. First on a one to one basis, then under my clothes at kink events. People knew I was wearing, but it was still subtle enough for me that it felt ok. I wasn't being submissive or smoll around strangers, and so I had enough control that I still felt safe. This trip away was about changing that. I was envious of the people who could wander around at events without a care in the world, so this weekend, surrounded by people I trusted, I was going to push myself further than I'd been before. Maybe not do the baby thing, a lot of that bored me, but at the very least give up control completely and let someone else be in charge. "Ew, that stinks" one of the girls cried out as the smell from my fart reached her. I blushed a little, and curled up into my chair, embarrassed. This caught the eye of one of the three 'Bigs' in the room. He came over to me, looked me in the eyes and asked, "Have you had an accident?" I shook my head vigorously. "Stand up please" he said, helping me up out of my chair. With everyone in the room watching, he undid my jeans and let them drop to around my ankles. He put his hand on the front of my nappy, squashing the slightly soggy padding. "Hmmm… someone's telling fibs" he said, "you'll pay for that later on". "I thought you meant a messy accident" I gulped out. "Well as you can't be trusted to tell me when you use your nappy, let's check for that too, shall we?" He turned me around so my back faced the room, then cupped the bottom of my nappy, before bending down and giving it a sniff. "Hmmm…" he mused, as he stood back up. He then pulled back the waistband, and peeked inside. "Nope. Clean." He said, a hint of disappointment in his voice. I smiled as he turned me around, "see!" I said, a smug tone to my voice, "I wasn't lying." "Except about being a soggy pants" he replied. "Its only a little damp!" "Well an accident is an accident as far as I'm concerned" he said, a slightly stern tone to his voice, "and a fib is a fib. Now sit back down please." I did as he told me. He bent down and picked my jean's up off the floor. "I'll be taking these, as you can't be trusted to be honest with me, then you can't be trusted to have your nappy covered." I blushed, and tried to edge back into my seat to hide my nappy as best I could. Embarrassed by how obvious my crinkly, soggy state now was, I picked up my sketchbook again and continued drawing. I managed to finish just as the film ended. A few minutes later everyone moved into the other room to play games. I started to get up, but the weight in my belly had become worse, and I realised I was minutes away from losing control and messing myself. I sat back down and curled back into my chair. Another one of the Bigs came over. "Don't want to play the games?" She asked. I shook my head. "Come on, you'll have fun." "Ok" I said, a little reluctant. I stood up slowly, careful to clench my butt cheeks together to avoid an accident. The Big saw this, "Do you need to sit on the potty?" She gestured over to the plastic potty chair that had been left in the corner of the room. My eyes went wide. It was one thing to have someone take me to the toilet, but to sit on an actual potty in the middle of the room, even an empty room, was too terrifying. I shook my head. "Well I guess you've got your nappy on if you have an accident" she teased, patting my butt and ushering me along. Slowly, carefully, I waddled into the dining room. Everyone was sitting around the table, playing board games. I pulled out a chair and sat down. At first I just watched, but the next round I decided to join in. I was having so much fun I completely forgot about my discomfort. That was until I stood up to take my turn. My stomach lurched. At first I just began to pee, unleashing a flood I was worried was going to cause a leak. Then I felt the hold on my sphincter give out as the poo pushed its way into my nappy. I froze for a moment, but realised that would give the game away to everyone, and stupid as it sounds, I wasn't quite ready for that. I finished my turn, trying to draw as little attention to myself as possible, then sat down. I winced a little as the mess squished against my backside and spread throughout my nappy. I wasn't sure if anyone had realised what was happening when I messed myself, but between the smell, the lack of trousers, and the obviously used padding, it wouldn't be long before they worked it out. I tried to concentrate on the game, but all I could focus on was the twitching of people's noses, the sound of them sniffing. Other littles had wet themselves so far, but no one had been messy. I wasn't even certain other people did that sort of thing, although we'd all agreed beforehand it would be ok if people wanted to. One thing I was certain of, after the moment earlier while watching the film, was that once it was noticed there would be no keeping it a secret. Suddenly all eyes fell on me, and for a moment I thought I'd been rumbled, until I realised it was my turn in the game. Reluctantly I stood up, and as I did the smell from my nappy wafted through the room. "Someone's a stinky butt" the girl who smelled me earlier announced. I blushed, as I muttered a weak "no I'm not" from behind my dummy. I don't know why I lied at that point, but it seemed to fit the role I'd fallen into, the kid who still has accidents, but doesn't like to admit it. "Are you sure about that? " asked the Big who had led me into the room, "liars get a smacked bottom and corner time". I considered this for a moment, "I haven't had an accident", I said petulantly, "I'm not a baby". "Oh really?" Miss Big countered, taking my hand and leading me away from the table so there was absolutely no way of hiding the state of my nappy from anyone. She squished the front of the padding, sending a shiver through my body, "well that's definitely a lie" she announced, "you're absolutely soaking". I felt her other hand on the back of my nappy, "As you haven't made a mess, I guess you won't mind if I do this" she pressed her hand firmly against my butt, forcing the mess against my skin. I shuddered again, from humiliation and pleasure. Her hand moved up to the waistband, and she tugged it back. I felt a slight rush of cold air against my butt and a waft of smell escaped the nappy. "Someone's a stinky little fiber, aren't they?" She teased. I whimpered, as the state I was in was confirmed for everyone. "Well, you were warned about not telling the truth" she continued. She pulled my chair out from the table and sat down, then took my hand and tugged it, leading me to lay down across her lap."I want you to count along each of the times I spank you, please." Her hand came down on my nappy. Between the padding and the mess it wasn't painful, I could barely feel anything beyond the impact, but the sensation of the mess being spread throughout my nappy, while everyone watched me being punished was overwhelming. I began to sob. Quietly at first, then full blown floods of tears. When the spanking was over the Big helped me up off her lap, then pulled me into a hug. She stroked my hair while I calmed down. Eventually she helped me up and led me into the adjacent room. I assumed this was for a change, but instead she walked me over to a corner. "You're going to stay here for five minutes please" she told me, "while you think about what you should have done when I asked you if you'd made a mess". I put my nose into the corner, and stood still sucking on my dummy. I tried to do as she had told me and consider what I ought to have done, but all I could really think about was how horny I was. My hand moved towards the front of my nappy… "What do you think you're doing?!" Miss Big asked, a loud and sharp tone to her voice. "Nothing." I replied. "Then keep your hands where I can see them, please. Put them on the back of your nappy, and push the mess up to remind you what you've done." I did as she asked and continued to stare at the wall, my eyes filling with tears once again. When the five minutes were up I was led back out of the corner. "Well done for being in the corner," Miss Big congratulated me "now what should you have done when I asked if you'd had an accident?" "Told you" I replied, still sobbing a little. "But i wasn't sure". "Really?" She asked, a hint of incredulity to her tone, "you didn't feel it when you messed your nappy? Or when you sat down in your mess? You couldn't smell it?" I shook my head. "I thought the smell was someone else" I said, meekly. "Then you should have told me that you weren't sure, and I would have checked." She explained, "it's ok that you have accidents in your nappy, that's why you're wearing them, and I don't mind you not being sure if you have, but that means I need to check to see." I nodded, stuttering out "ok. I'm sorry" from around my dummy. "I think it's just because you like being stinky and didn't want a clean nappy" she said, a grin on her face. I smiled, she'd definitely got that right. "Have you gone as much as you need to, or do you think you need to go more?" She asked. I shrugged. "Well let's keep you in that nappy a little while longer then". With that she took me by the hand and led me back into the dining room. She pulled out a chair and sat me down next to the girl who had smelled me before, who greeted me with a "hello, stinky butt." I smiled at her, gave her a big hug, and rejoined the game. After about half an hour Miss Big glanced across the table at me, "have you pooped your nappy any more?" "I don't think so" I said, blushing. "I think I'd like you to try for me" she said, "you can either sit on my lap and try here, or we can go in the other room and you can sit on the potty." I didn't know it was possible, but my face became even more red. "Potty" I requested. At least I'd get a little privacy. With that she took me into the living room and sat me, still in my nappy, on the potty. Then she rubbed my back while I tried to push out more mess. "Having any luck?" She asked as she watched me straining. I shook my head. "I'm going to be changing another messy nappy later on, aren't I?" I smiled behind my dummy, "maybe". "Well you've been very good trying to go more for me. And mostly good all day, so how about we give you a reward?" I grinned at that prospect. Miss Big led me into one of the bedrooms, where a mattress protector had been set out on the bed. "Lay down for me please" she requested, and I did as she asked. She grabbed several bundles of rope, and moved round the bed tying each of my limbs to a bed post. Then she took a blindfold and tied it around my eyes. I had a good idea of what was coming next, and the loud buzzing sound confirmed it. The next thing I knew a high powered vibrator was being held against the front of my nappy, and gently massaged around. I was already incredibly aroused, and this very quickly sent me straight to the edge. "Are you going to cum for me in that disgusting, stinky, messy nappy?" Miss Big asked. Words were lost to me now, but I forced out an affirmatory grunt. "Ask me for permission to cum then?" She instructed. I fought the waves of pleasure just enough to ask, "May I please cum?" "And what are you going to cum into?" She teased. It was almost impossible to think, but somehow I managed to say the words, "My disgusting, stinky, messy nappy". "And why are you cumming into a soggy, messy nappy?" She knew how to humiliate and torture me. "B… because I'm not big enough to use the toilet and I have accidents". "Good." She said, taking a pause that seemed to last forever, "then yes, you may cum" I stopped fighting, and waves of pleasure overcame me. As I did, Miss Big continued to hold the vibrator against the nappy, making the sensation last for so long that I thought I might pass out. Eventually she took the vibrator off, and I relaxed into a puddle of goo on the bed. She untied my arms and legs, then climbed onto the bed, pulling me into a hug. "Did you enjoy that?" She asked as she removed my blindfold. I just about yelped out a "yes". "Good". She held me, sharing her body heat with me and stroking me, letting me slowly come back down to earth. Eventually she glanced down at the nappy, which was starting to leak a little. "Best we get you changed, eh?" She suggested. I was in no state to argue. "One sec," she said, as she darted out of the room. When she returned, she had both my stuffies in her hands, as well as the wipes, cream and a fresh nappy. There also seemed to be something else, but I couldn't quite make out what. She handed me my stuffies, and I snuggled them tight and closed my eyes as she untapped the front of the nappy. "Wow" she declared, "you really did use this to its fullest extent, didn't you?" I was too spaced to give an answer, and instead just whimpered. I felt the wipes on my skin, as she cleaned me, wiping off the mess from my inner thighs and my bottom cheeks. she had me hold my legs up so she could clean my lower back and pull the nappy out from under me, then I felt a wipe inserted into my bottom. "Just making sure you're all clean" she told me, then followed with "stay like that for a second". I did as I was told. It was then she revealed the other thing she had brought into the room - a tunnel butt plug. "As you don't seem to care if you're messy or not, we may as well take your control away from you entirely. She covered the plug in lube, and gently eased it into my hole. It took a while, as I expanded to take the toy, but eventually she pushed it home. With the plug in, she slipped my clean nappy under me, then produced a fleet enema from her pocket and squirted it into my hole. She had me stay like that as the liquid trickled down past my now powerless sphincter and into my colon. After about a minute and a half she decided it was time to act. "Ok, legs down. Quickly." She instructed. I did as I was told, and she taped me into the nappy. "There you go" she said, "clean and dry. For about five minutes." A sadistic smile on her face. She helped me up and we headed back into the living room, where everyone was gathered around the TV, taking turns to play video games. I sat down and waited patiently for my go. Every so often I'd notice a smell, but it was brief so I ignored it. Then one of the Bigs went over to the girl who had called me a stinky butt. She was lying on the floor, colouring, and didn't even acknowledge him when he undid the bottom of her onesie. He pulled back the waistband of her nappy, then declared, "I thought as much", before doing the onesie back up. I scooted over to her and gave her a hug, telling her, "I'm glad I'm not the only one who has messy accidents". She giggled at that. Then it was my turn on the game. I got in close to the TV, and raised myself up on my knees so that I could see properly. It was a fighting game, best of three rounds. I won the first, lost the second. I was really getting into the game in the final round, when I suddenly noticed the smell again, but this time much worse, and it wasn't going away. I was having lots of fun though, and was close to winning, so I ignored it. I kept blocking every attack, dropping the block and getting a punch or a kick in here and there. It was tight. Finally I saw my chance. I moved the joystick left, then right, then left again. Then hit the buttons just right. A fireball launched across the screen, my opponent went down. I won. Delighted, I sat down on the floor hard. And that was when I realised why the smell was so strong. Miss Big had been right about my nappy only being clean for five minutes. Once again, I was a stinky butt. If anything I was stinker than before. I put the controller down and toddled over to Miss Big. "I think I've had an accident" I whispered to her. She smiled, "Are you sure?" "Yes" i said, nervously. Not wanting to draw attention to the fact that I had pooped my pants for a second time in under an hour. "Ok, well done for telling me." Miss Big said with that sadistic smile forming once again, "you go back and play, and I might think about checking you later to see if you need a change." My eyes went wide. "But everyone will find out" I begged. Miss Big hugged me, and put her hand on my butt, patting it in a way that was both very reassuring and also deeply humiliating. "Honey," she said, a soothing tone to her voice, "You're in a room filled with people who love you. You're also not wearing anything over your nappy. They knew as soon as you pooped yourself the first time. It was pretty obvious that it was happening while you leaned over the table, and they knew when you did it now, because they saw the back of your nappy fill up and the brown stain developing on your butt. They also all have a sense of smell, and that alone means theres no hiding what you've just done." She began to stroke my hair as I sucked harder on my dummy and tears welled up in my eyes, "and you know what? No one cares. Everyone thinks it's cute, and that you're cute." She kissed my head, and patted the seat next to her on the sofa. I sat beside her and cuddled close, "Now rest here a while", she said, picking up a bottle of milk from a table beside her and slipping it between my lips as she guided my head down into her lap, "you've had an exciting time so far, and I think you could probably use a nap".

Hi all. I’m new here and live in Northern California. I’m looking for a mommy or daddy that can have me over maybe bi-weekly for babysitting. I am 30, white, completely shaved and looking for someone who would like a sissy. Hope to hear back!

WARNING: this story will contain NWS mild sexuality and scenes of wetting and messing. I am diving back into writing. This will be a multi-part series about a video game character who goes on a quest to save the princess. I like diaper boys and video games, so that's what I decided to write about. I am interested in what you think of the story and willing to hear any feedback about where you think the story should go or what themes it should touch on. Understand that I have already made an outline for the story and have my own idea about where it's going to go. Diaper Hero of Video Land By AMR ------------------------- Video Land was a magical, far sweeping world. There were lush, green fields, dark forests, hot lands with rivers of red lava, cool caves of multi-colored crystals, silly toy-like valleys with patchwork grounds and floating cotton clouds, and too many fantastic and strange things to mention all at once. This was a land where coins were found in blocks, people could gain experience and level up, and secrets hidden around every corner. Basically, it was what we in the real world would call a video game. Our story begins in Veggie Village, a quaint and quiet little kingdom in Video Land where Princess Lily ruled. The people of Veggie Village looked up to the princess (who was more of a queen, let’s be honest,) who used her magic to keep vegetable crops growing all the time. People not only ate the vegetables and used them for various crafts, but some folks even lived inside giant pumpkins and eggplants hollowed out. Indeed, the princess’s magic was instrumental to the very backbone of their society. That was not the only reason the folks of Veggie Village looked up to Lily. She also happened to be nearly seven feet tall! Princess Lily’s skin was a deep tan, with dark flecks around the bridge of her nose like freckles. Her hair was like green leaves of some kind of vegetable, but draped over top of her head in a decorative hair-like fashion. Her dress was typically princessy, big and billow with pinks and purples. She also liked to wear a frilly apron with three shining jewels across the chest. Each hand was covered in a white glove going up to her elbows. Her eyes were as red as beets. Her lips were soft and pillowy. Her voice dripped from her throat like honey. Many people had taken to calling her Mother, something she never pushed on anyone, but which made her quite happy to hear. Inside the castle where the princess lived with her servants and guards was another curious character. It was a boy named Hero. His name was also his birthright. He had sworn to be the princess’s protector no matter the cost. He had moved in once he turned 16 years of age, and two years later the castle, the village, and the princess were still safe. Of course, dangers were always mild. Battle Beetles and Plum Rats seemed to be the only dangers the village faced and Hero would level up mildly. By the age of 18, he had gone up to a whopping FIVE levels. That was all. Hero always wore a red tunic with red tights and red boots. That was his entire rotating wardrobe. His accessories were a bow with a quiver he wore strapped around his shoulder. A belt around his waist stored his magic items, like bombs and sticky traps. Also, under his tights were crinkly, poofy, white diapers. More on that later though. Hero had pale skin and pointed ears. His hair was a deep black, and so were his eyes. The Princess sometimes said she could see the stars in the young man’s eyes. She adored him, and he adored her. Like, everyone else in the village, he looked up to the princess, as he was a mere five feet tall. Despite his short height, he was strong and powerful. With not much fighting to do he insisted on doing heavy lifting, able to pull up three times his own body weight. He sure didn’t look muscular though, with a rather scrawny frame and even a bit of a tummy. Right, we almost forgot to mention his diapers. It seemed like he focused all his leveling up on his strength, but one slot he never bothered filling up was potty skills. He claimed that he would get to it eventually, maybe on his next level, but he kept putting it off. He did not understand why this even had to be a stat. He knew no other person who had a potty skill stat as empty as his. Most folks in Video Land seemed born with the stat filled already. It was a little humiliating for him, but when the princess told him how adorable those diapers were it just made Hero’s heart melt and he forgot about it all over again. Hero slept in his own private quarters, which were fairly large. He had a cushy, soft bed. There were toys everywhere, little interactive games, and a turning mobile on the ceiling which he sometimes found himself staring up at, especially during his diaper changes. At first, the servants changed his diapers, but eventually Princess Lily grew closer to Hero and started his diaper changes herself. The shame he felt over never potty training would just fade away any time the princess wiped his dirty little bottom for him, even teasing his privates with cool baby wipes and making him shiver with delight. Diaper changes were his favorite times of the day. He even began to call her “Princess Mommy” in private. Things had been good in Veggie Village. Things had been very good. Unfortunately, in Video Land, there were always villains looking to conquer new lands… In the distance, there was a sound like rolling thunder. The villagers did not pay much attention, thinking it would be a rain storm coming to bless their land. The rumbling got louder though, and closer. A horn sounded from a high tower on the castle. One of the guards warned of an oncoming army! The villagers rushed to their homes, locking their doors and shuttering their windows. They had prepared for this day for so long, but they never thought it would come so soon. An army of half-dragon creatures, filed in rows of four by four in perfect formation, several blocks of them surrounding the castle now. Two of the guards standing at the doorway shook in fear. The little men screamed, dropping their spears and running away. Behind the army was a pillar of black smoke. It disappeared to reveal a 14 foot tall half-dragon woman. She was nude except for a chain mail loin covering. Her skin was a deep, dark red, and it shone as light hit it. She was covered in very fine scales, which were like armor for her. Her hair was wild and always blowing in a wind that seemed to follow her. The color of her hair was a lot like fire, red at the tips, fading to a bright yellow the closer it got to her scalp. Her eyes were the same. “Bring us Princess Lily and your village will be spared.” The dragon woman spoke, her chest heaving and her large breasts lifting as she breathed in. “Queen Fiery Fiona demands it.” That must have been her name. She was all too eager to announce herself. This was a proud conqueror. Inside the castle, several moments before, Princess Lily and Hero were having a private moment. Hero had just gotten a diaper change and he was feeling so small and helpless. He enjoyed giving in to his helplessness, accepting that sometimes he was just a big baby. No matter how strong he was, he needed his Princess Mommy. Lily had the front of her apron down and the top of her blouse unbuttoned. Her dark nipples were thick, begging to nursed on, and that is what Hero did. He put his lips to the woman’s bosom, suckling like an infant. This was perfect, this is how he wanted things to be… but, he soon realized that something was amiss. There was clamoring outside. Sensing danger he leapt out of the bed. Lily went to button back up and pull her apron over her chest again. Hero was too eager to put his tights on, crinkling in nothing but his diaper. He grabbed his sword and waited by the window, peering out curiously. That’s when he saw the frightening visage of the half-dragon queen, looking up at the castle. She climbed up the gates, and up the tower, sensing where the princess was. She tore off the roof quickly. “Ah, there you are, Princess Lily!” The evil queen cackled. “You don’t even have anyone here to defend you, I see. You’re coming with me.” As she reached in to grab the woman half her size Hero jumped high in the air and struck the dragon woman in the wrist. “No she’s not!” Hero yelled, feeling quite heroic in that moment. “Ow!” Queen Fiery Fiona said, not very loud or concerned. “That kind of hurt. Hmm, didn’t even knick the skin though.” Indeed, Hero didn’t do any damage at all. Fiona looked down at Hero, standing there in his diaper and holding his sword as he tried to protect his princess. The large dragon-woman let out a “pffft!” from her lips and then began to laugh. “This is your great warrior? I did not expect much from Veggie Village, but this… this BABY?” She reached out her finger, jabbing Hero in the chest and causing him to fall backward on his cushy bottom. He dropped his sword and it slid away from him. “I’m not a baby! I’m 18!” He insisted, his voice cracking. “And I will protect my princess with my life!” “Well that’s quite foolish for a Level 5 warrior against a Level 299 beast like me.” Fiona grabbed him with both of her hands and started to squeeze. Hero struggled and felt his HP going down. “STOP!” Princess Lily shouted. “Hero, stand down… I will go freely.” “B… but… p-princess…” Hero strained to talk. He was dropped on the floor, his HP dangerously low. He tried to crawl to his sword, but he felt a gentle hand on his cheek. He looked up meekly, tears in his eyes. He trained for this for so long, and he felt like a failure. The princess kissed his forehead and stroked back his black hair. “It’s all right, my sweet Hero.” She whispered to him. “You need to recover… You can not defeat the dragon queen right now. If we lose you, then there’s nothing lef-” The princess’s words were cut short. She was nabbed by the laughing dragon woman, who leapt away from the castle with the princess in her hand. “We got her, boys! Let’s go!” Queen Fiery Fiona snarled. The army left, and as promised, they did not harm anyone in the village. While spared, the village wondered what they would do without their princess. Their crops would surely stop growing, and their homes would wither. Up in the tower, Hero sobbed to himself. He was down to just 1 HP. Exhausted, he crawled over to his bed, but he collapsed before making it there. Soon, he faded off and closed his eyes. ~~~ Hero woke up in a small room. He shot up to a sitting position and looked around. He looked down at his diaper, which was soaking wet. He wanted to call for his Princess Mommy, but he knew she was not there. He quickly checked his HP, seeing it had been filled back up. Sleeping in this house must have helped restore his energy and healed him of any other ailments. “My princess…” He muttered to himself. “I have to find her.” “Ah, you’re awake, Hero.” A man’s voice called out. It was a villager, standing at the doorway, with his sweet old wife, and two daughters. The older gentleman chuckled. “My wife and daughters healed you after that nasty encounter with that evil woman.” “Yes, it’s true.” The old woman smiled. “Oh dear, and it seems you need a diaper change! At least we know you had a sound sleep.” “Wait- thank you, but wait-” Hero tried to get a word in, but the two daughters ran up and got to work changing him. One daughter held him down, while the other tore open the front of the diaper. The girl, about Hero’s age, deftly cleaned him with a cool, damp rag. She tossed away the diaper and put a brand new one under him. It wasn’t like the nice, long, loving diaper changes he got from his princess. It was more mechanical and quick. It was over all too cast once he was powdered and taped back up. He sat there on the bed, his pale face hot with blush. “Yyyyes. Thank you… I must be going though. I can’t waste any time.” Hero said as he stood up. “Before you go, please…” The old woman held up a satchel. “Take this, it will aid you on your journey.” Hero peeked into the holding back. It was all his tunics and tights, some rupees, healing potions, HP-restoring fruit, as well as 20 diapers. He let out a nervous laugh. “That was… humbling.” He said quietly. “I never lost before… plus… she called me a baby.” “Everyone has to start somewhere.” The husband said, clutching his wife close. “Your quest is just beginning, young Hero. Just remember not to be brash with your encounters in the future!” Hero nodded, taking the man’s words to heart, corny as they were. He added the satchel of things to his inventory and put on a new pair of tights and tunic. He exited the home and looked back. It was a massive ear of corn with a door and windows. Of course… Hero made his way through the village, heading towards the exit to where the dark forest was. This was the direction that wicked queen went. As he got to the village gates he heard cheers behind him. He turned around to see the villagers waving and making noise. “We believe in you!” “Kick her butt!” “Don’t forget to change your diapers!” “Right…” he thought to himself. “Queen Fiery Fiona, I’m coming for you!” Hero stepped into the forest. Immediately it seemed like the sun had just gone out and he was surrounded by darkness. He was not scared though. He grabbed a torch and held it high to light his path, continuing along the path. ~~~

This is an original story written by me. I just received an idea to write a story like this in my head. This story is about a girl named Jessica who cheats on her boyfriend named Jeff. When Jeff catches Jessica cheating on him, the only way he could make sure that she won’t cheat on him again is treating her like a baby and embarrassing her in front of everyone therefore making sure that she will be unable to be with any other guy. All characters in this story are 18+. While I am writing this story, I will continue to be updating New Girl in School as well as Kidnapped at the same time. As always, I am open to all feedback and I hope you all enjoy this story. PROLOGUE Jessica and Jeff have been together for almost 2 years. After about a year of them being together, they decided to rent a house splitting up expenses down the middle. In the past, they have been very loyal to each other and Jeff was getting ready to propose so he could have a life with Jessica. Recently Jessica has raised suspicion by coming home late therefore delaying Jeff’s idea of when to propose. Jessica is 22 years old. She works as a server at a restaurant, which she has worked at since she was 17 years old. Jessica has been very loyal to Jeff up until recently. Just recently Jessica met a guy by the name of Adrian at the restaurant that she worked at. Every night after her shift, the two hang out with each other without Jeff knowing. Jeff grows suspicion and eventually catches on later in the story. This will lead to a lot of embarrassment and humiliation for Jessica. Jeff is 25 years old. He works as a contractor at a construction company where he makes a decent amount of money to be able to spoil Jessica with all of the things that she wants. Jeff loves Jessica so much that he bought a ring. He was planning on proposing at their 2 year anniversary mark. That has since changed due to growing suspicion of Jessica cheating on him due to coming home late. This will grow to humiliation and embarrassment of Jessica to make sure that this will never happen again. CHAPTER 1: THE SUSPICION Jessicas and I have been together for almost 2 years. Occasionally there have been fights, but not any major ones. As time went on, I grew suspicious because Jessica has been getting back from work late. It would be different if she was getting back from work maybe 30 minutes later than usual here and there, but it has been very consistent to the point where she has been getting back from work about 4 hours later than normal almost everyday. It is now 8PM, I hear a car pull into the driveway and the front door to the house opening. “Honey, I’m home” yells Jessica. “How was work?” I asked. “It was okay, pretty slow today” Jessica replied. I then kissed Jessica and proceeded to make dinner. Once I was done making dinner, I called Jessica into the dining room where we sat together and ate. Once we were done eating, she said she was tired and went into the bedroom while I sat in the living room and watched some TV. This is where I grew really suspicious because lately she has been going to bed extremely early. Usually Jessica stays up until 1am with me. It was around midnight when I headed into the bedroom. Jessica was passed out with her phone on my side of bed. “Hmm” I thought, “she must’ve been watching movies on her phone when she passed out”. As I picked up Jessica's phone, there were several notifications including a text message from a person I am very unfamiliar with. “See you tomorrow beautiful” read the text message. As I looked at who it was from, it was a person in her contacts named “Adrian”. “Who’s that?” I thought. As I looked over at Jessica, she was still passed out. I then proceeded to unlock her phone to look at the message history she had with this guy. As I looked into the message history, I noticed there were a few nudes sent back and forth and there were some flirting. I then got out my phone and took a few pictures of the text conversation between Jessica and Adrian. I then put Jessica’s phone back and started to think of a plan to make sure she regrets cheating on me. I then fell asleep leaving tomorrow for the day to get ready for the plan.

(Note on the authorship. This initial came as part of a request. The writer Peculiar Changeling had a contest to win a 500 word story, which I won. The parts in italics are what he wrote based on my request. The rest is my addition) Alex woke up better rested than he’d felt in days. Since last week, he’d been waking up in the middle of the night, every night, chronically needing to pee. It had gotten bad, bad enough that he was waking up two or three times and not getting any good rest. Not waking up to exhaustion was a pleasant surprise. It was going to be a good day, he could feel it. He was feeling good, his bed was squishy, and nothing could get in his- Wait, what was that? Blinking, he looked down in alarm. He’d wet the bed. No, that wasn’t exactly the right way to put it. He had flooded the bed. It was soaked through, yellow stains on his sheets and covers from his chest to his toes, just positively drenched in pee. Almost falling out of bed in alarm, he got to his feet, looking up and down the room. He was the first one awake. Maybe, just maybe, if he got the sheets pulled off his bed and to the laundry room, nobody would find out, and he wouldn’t get punished. He calmed down, a little. Yeah, I can do that. Nobody has to know. … “Alex! Are you almost ready? She’s coming!” the voice rang from the front of the room. At this point all other students were ready. They stood at the feet of neatly made beds, arms folded in front of pleated skirts and dress shirts. At first glance they would seem identical, but closer inspection revealed differences- they all had bright pink blankets were plain, others had floral or Disney inspired designs, they all had toys lain, centered on the blankets, but some were dolls, others were stuffed bears or rabbits, they all had variations of a school girl dress with slight variations towards western or Asian designs, and come different colors. They might not seem like much visually but the meaning in their school could huge. A small apron or a picture of teddy bear on the chest could be easily missed, but represented entirely different training plans. This was the case with Alex. A few weeks earlier the dreaded teddy bear had began appearing on his dresses. At first he thought it was a mistake, but the instructors ignored his complaints and sent him off with a few good whacks on this thighs for complaining. Nothing else had changed, except perhaps a slightly more condescending tone, and the glances of his fellow students at the sissy school. He had counted himself lucky it wasn’t an apron- that normally meant extra chores- but the teddy bear had some implications he didn’t like. At first there was no reason for it, but if he was caught now, it would solidify its accuracy in everyone’s minds. “Yeah! Just one minute!” Alex said. He had hoped the spot would wear away in the sunlight, but it was still there. He had hastily shoved his sheets in the laundry then searched for clean ones, but found only empty shelves. Next he tried flipping them all over to see if it was harder to see. Now, he grimaced at the still plainly soaked sheets, and lay the blanket over them. He hoped the inspector would glance over him and not notice. He hoped. Something tapped his shoulder, and Alex jumped up. He remained facing forward, toward the wall. Slowly, he went back to arranging his sheets as if he hadn’t felt anything. “Alex!” a stern, female voice said. It was undoubtedly the inspector speaking to him. “Ummm, must be some other Alex.” Alex stopped again, then continued to work. “Alex you are the only person here, turn around.” He continued folding sheets. “Well I don’t know who it is if I don’t see her. Him. Someone.” “Turn around!” “Not turning around!” “Alex, this is Inspector Britta. Turn around now.” “I still don’t know its you, you cant punish me if I don’t see you!” A strong, firm hand smacked his bottom hard, and he yelped. Alex rubbed his bottom. “Ok it seems you can.” A hand grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. “Oh hi inspector Britta! Didn’t know you were there.” “Mhmmm,” the inspector said. "And why weren’t you standing at the front of your bed, like all our other little sissies? Alex looked down the line of beds. Everyone else was standing, arms still folded and heads bent modestly, like every morning. Like every morning, they all would have curtsied as the inspector passed and checked to ensure their beds every morning. “Hmmm yes I suppose you could say that everyone else is. I guess I didn’t know we were supposed. Must have missed the memo.” “I see. And why isn’t your bed ready?” Alex faked an innocent look. “Oh, isn’t it?” “Mhmmm,” the inspector smiled. She held out her switch and pulled his blankets back. Alex winced as the massive damp spot was revealed. She folded her arms. “Say, Alex, where are your pajamas?” “Oh? Just… around. Why?” She pointed with her switch down the line of beds. “Every other sissy has their pajamas folded on the chest in front of their bed. Yours are missing.” “Oh, I suppose you could say they are missing.” “ANd where are they?” “Mailed to outer Mongolia. Big accident. Should be back later.” “Ah yes, a big accident was probably involved. Where are they actually?” “Maybe I didn’t have any.” “You did. Don’t you think your friends would want to see them?” Alex waved his hand dismissively. "Nah, I couldn’t see why. Very plain. Ugly even. “If I recall you had some very pretty pink ones with teddy bears. Don’t you think people would want to see them?” her voice was sickly sweat, teasing him with her knowledge. She was right about the design. Almost as a rule, everything Alex was given ended up being pink, and normally with teddy bears or something equally childish. It had become a joke among the students. “Nah, I can’t imagine why.” “I think they would.” “Nah.” “I think you should get them and put them at the foot of your bed so everyone can see how pretty they are.” “I think we should just move on. We might be late for classes!” “Oh, is there a reason why?” “No, just…” “ALEX!” she said sternly. “NOW!” Alex jumped at her tone. “Errr…” he lifted his mattress and pulled a pair of pink, frilly silk pajamas from under. “Oh look! There they are! That isn’t where they go?” “No, put them where they belong. Now.” Alex held the soaking wet clothes gingerly carried them to the chest. “Alex…” He stopped and looked at her, pouting and eyes wide, pleading. The puppy dog eyes sometimes worked, it was something they were actively taught to do. “Hold them up so everyone can see.” Alex bowed his head, then held them up. A quiet giggle started in the room, slowly grew louder, and louder, until the entire room was laughing at him. “Bend over the bed, Alex.” “Wha, I…” he looked at the soaked spot. She snapped her switch into her hand. “NOW!” Alex scrambled to the bed. He bent at the waist slightly, a few feet over the soaked mattress. She spanked him again. “Face down on the bed now. And you’re only making it worse buster!” Alex sank down until he was lying right on the spot. “But my clothes will get wet!” “Don’t worry, we’ll have something else for you to wear later.” Alex felt her hand lift his skirt, then pull his panties down. Normally that was where it stopped, but now she pulled his panties all the way down to his feet, took them off, and he watched as she dropped it in a garbage bin. “Wha…” Alex was stopped as her switch came down hard on his bottom. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The switch dag into his skin, quickly leaving Alex in tears. Still, he lay submissively down in his own disgusting, humiliating accident, not daring to protest or fight back. Spanking as a punishment was common at the sissy school, something every applicant knew, but most drastically underestimated. After the first few times instructors caught a sissy breaking one of their many, always changing rules, or simply made an excuse to bend a cute sissy over their laps or desks so they could get their hands on their pretty pantied bottoms, they learned that any sign of struggle or argument would only make it worse. The best way to end it quickly is to embrace it and let tears come, crying as they were taught any sissy should. The whacks let up, leaving a sniffling Alex still pouting on his bed. He began to straighten. “NO!” another whack. “Back down in your mess.” He whined, but lay down submissively. This was far from the only reason sissies were expected to bend over for the dominents, but perhaps the worse he had experienced. “Now, do you know why you are being punished?” “Because I wet the bed?” Another whack, another shout. “No.” “What?” “Any one here who happens to be a bed wetter, raise your hand!” She commanded. “Now, Alex, look at your friends here.” Alex looked around at a few, shame full hands raised over blushing faces. “Now, were any of you ever punished for wetting the bed?” They shook their heads. “That is right. The school recognizes that many sissies have troubles at night. We are alright with this, it is part of being a sissy. That is why we ask everyone who comes in if they are, and those who say yes are given their special underwear, little pull ups to wear at night. As long as they keep them on, no punishment.” “Alex, you were asked this. What did you say?” Another whack. “Ow! I said no!” “What did you say?” WHACK. “Ow! I said no!” “So you lied to us?” “Well…” At the time it hadn’t been a lie. It hadn’t happened to him for years, and he was shocked that it had now. “I wouldn’t say a lie, more of a dramatic flair. It was true, from a certain point of view.” Another whack. “Yes, you lied. And when you had your first accident, the one we hid from everyone else, we asked if you needed extra punishment. What did you say then?” “I said no! OW!” “Good boy. So it seems you lied about this three times. Once when you came in, then when you had your first accident, and now again when you thoroughly ruined your mattress. Is that right?” “Yes ma’am.” “Good sissy,” she said, then patted his bottom, making him wince. “Too bad we had to put such ugly marks on your pretty little bottom before you told the truth.” She rubbed his aching backside, patted it again, and pulled his skirt down. “So what happened now, do you think?” she asked. “Ummm… All is forgotten and we move on?” “Don’t make me get the strap.” “I get pull ups at night too?” Alex said. She chuckled and shook her head. She then patted his head condescendingly. “No, not quite, little one. You will get your own special underwear though.” She stood up and spoke to the rest of the students. “Now, Alex is very dirty after lying on that bed. He’ll need a bath. Who is going to help him with it?” “Ummm… I can do that myself. I can shower,” Alex said, confused. She shook her head. “No, no you can’t. Not anymore. And you’ll be taking a bath.” She pointed to some of the students. “You and you, come take our little Alex to the bathroom.”

Year 2493 Kevin was a 27 years old guy arrested for a robbery in a jewelry store and condamned by the Judge Amanda Parks to a forced regression cycle at a curatrix chosed by the state. He was high just 94 cm in a world where the women are on average 3 meters high. He was waiting his “mommy? Aunty? Granny?”, he hadn’t idea about how he supposed to call her, come to take him to introduce him to a live of diapers, spankings, and other embarrassing things. When the celebration of the process was ended the little man was escorted by the judicial guard to a car, where a Nun was waiting him, and put in the car seat and brought in Saint Francis preschool where, even though with more embarrassing fir him, he was changed in a pull up and put in a play room where other little men was waiting.

This is a sequel to "Out Of Their Depth" which can be found here: https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/60344-out-of-their-depth/ Ben and Jack hope they have put their nightmare behind them but things are rarely that easy. Brick, their tormentor, isn't finished with the young men and before they know it their lives are spiralling out of control again. --- This story has been available on my Patreon page for the last week and with a $5 a month pledge you can see all my updates a week before anyone else. For $10 a month you can get early access plus access to TWENTY-EIGHT EXCLUSIVE stories that only my patrons get to see. If you are interested please consider giving my Patreon page a look https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- Out Of Their Depth 2 By Elfy Ben and Jack ran away from the park with the sounds of laughter chasing them. The messy diapers wrapped around the waists of the two eighteen-year-olds felt like anchors that weighed them down. By the time they got back to their neighbourhood they were covered in sweat and out of breath, it was only as they reached Ben’s house that they finally felt free of Brick and his horrid games. “Oh shit…” Jack gasped as he put his hands on his knees and looked at Ben’s house. It was like a mini-hive of activity outside Ben’s house with a couple of cop cars sitting outside. Jack recognised his mother’s car and realised that both his parents and Ben’s mom must be wondering where they had go to, they had said they wouldn’t be long. “Ben? Oh my God, where have you been!?” Ben’s mom must’ve been anxiously looking out of the window and now she was marching across her front yard with a couple of uniformed police officers following her. Jack’s mom was also hurrying across towards the two young men. “What on Earth are you wearing!?” Jack’s mom gasped as she drew near the two guys. Jack grimaced as all the people that had been hanging around arrived on the scene to stare at the two bizarrely dressed boys. Both of the guys were very hesitant to say what happened, they were both very fearful of the promised repercussions from Brick. Unfortunately for Ben and Jack neither parents nor the cops would accept non-answers. Eventually they felt forced to disclose everything that had happened no matter how embarrassing it had all been. “Oh my God…” Jack’s mom said quietly when the boys had finished their tale, “We can’t let them get away with this!” “I assure you we will be looking into the matter, ma’am.” One of the stunned policemen said, “Might I suggest your son gets cleaned up…” Ben and Jack were only too happy to leave the living room to get showers and regular clothes. Their humiliation was finally over. --- Brick took a deep breath as he sat in the hot cramped interrogation room. It had been hours since he had been woken up and brought in for questioning. He silently seethed that Ben and Jack had gone to the police, he was sure that he had intimidated them into not doing it. He was doing his best to keep his cool whilst questioned and was currently waiting for the two cops who were questioning to come back. He didn’t have to wait long. “Are you telling us that these two guys are making up all these claims?” One of the officers said as the other made notes. “Not at all.” Brick said. He was the image of coolness under questioning. “Good. We went straight to that park of yours and we saw EVERYTHING.” The officer replied as he placed photos of the automated nursery on the table. “What I’m saying is that the two poor guys that got trapped in the nursery are mistaken.” Brick said as he picked up a photo and theatrically shook his head, “It wasn’t me that was responsible. It was Alan.” “Alan?” One of the officers repeated as he started scribbling down details. “Alan Howson.” Brick continued, “He worked security. It would’ve been his responsibility to make sure no guest was stuck anywhere they shouldn’t have been. Look, I was a bully, I’m ashamed but it’s true. Jack and Ben saw me at the park before the unfortunate incident, they probably thought it was me because of our past. I don’t blame them but they’re wrong.” The two police officers paused and looked at each other. The one who had been writing notes tapped his pen on his notebook a couple of times. The other officer nodded his head to the door and both of the cops walked out of the room to discuss things. Brick watched the police officers leave and smiled, he knew exactly what he was doing. Poor Alan, the security guard who was blackmailed by Brick, was always set up to be the bully’s fall guy and now he was sure he would get away with everything. The security cameras had been deleted and all the robot logs had become strangely corrupted, there was no evidence linking Brick to the incident. The cops came in again and tried to put some more pressure on Brick but it was clear that they knew they had nothing on the arrogant young man. Brick was walking out of the police station as a free man just a couple of hours later. As Brick walked down the steps to the street he saw that he had several missed calls from one of the few people he was worried about. It was the general manager of the park he worked at, Mr. Spencer. Brick pressed the re-dial button and heard the other end get answered after barely one ring. “What the Hell is going on!?” Mr. Spencer demanded, “First I hear you’ve been arrested for that little stunt you pulled and then they drag Alan out from work…” Brick was a little surprised. They had already arrested Alan! “Relax, it was a misunderstanding on their part.” Brick said as he walked away from the cop shop. “Was it really?” Mr. Spencer sounded extremely disbelieving, “I know you and I know Alan. That guy wouldn’t hurt a fly but you…” “I don’t know what you are insinuating, sir.” Brick interrupted, “But there was no evidence that I did anything wrong.” “And I say that’s bullshit!” Mr. Spencer practically roared, “You’re fired, Brick. I can’t have this sort of stuff going on. If the public found out it would be a nightmare. I need to protect myself and the company.” “But… Sir!” Brick was actually taken aback that someone was standing up to him. “It’s over, Brick.” Mr. Spencer said calmly, “The contents of your locker will be mailed to you along with your last paycheque.” The phone hung up before Brick could plead his case and he was left shocked on the street. After several minutes of barely comprehending what had happened he slowly collected his wits and made his way home. --- Ben sat up in bed and stretched. He swung his feet sideways off the bed and immediately trod on an old carton of takeout food that was sitting by the mattress. Ben’s usually immaculate room was a mess, ever since he had returned home from the park two months ago he had changed significantly. He rarely left his bedroom let alone the house and he was happiest when isolated from everyone. He would spend most of his days and nights on the computer and only went to bed when he could no longer keep his eyes open. The last time Ben had left his room it was to attend his graduation from high school. The eighteen-year-old had reluctantly got dressed up to go to the ceremony and receive his diploma. The only person he talked to was Jack who seemed to be having a much easier time coping. It wasn’t an easy night for Jack or Ben. Word of the incident had spread and both men noticed others staring or whispering to their friends and pointing their way. As Jack was walking across the stage to collect his certificate he distinctly heard someone in the crowd yell “BABY!” which was followed by hushed laughter from others. Jack and Ben had both become social pariahs. Perhaps the most surprising thing about graduation night was how no one had any news about Brick. The bully hadn’t turned up to the ceremony and from asking around it seemed like no one had seen him for weeks. One of Brick’s best friends was overheard saying that the two of them had been hanging out when Brick was arrested and he hadn’t heard from him since. Ben and Jack knew Brick had been released since they kept up to date with their case so they were surprised that he was missing. Ben stood up and scratched his junk lazily. He made his way across his room making sure not to tread on any of the trash on the floor and got dressed in the same clothes he had been wearing for a week. He went to his computer and once it was booted up he saw that he had a message from Jack. “Hey Ben, come meet me in the park! It’s URGENT!” Jack had typed and sent the message twenty minutes ago. Ben was confused and surprised but since Jack was one of the only people he felt comfortable with and who would speak to him these days he quickly made the decision to go see his friend. He left his room and was quickly on his way out of the door without saying a word to his family. The park wasn’t far away and Ben was walking through the gates less than fifteen minutes later. After so long cooped up at home in his bedroom it felt strange to be out in the bright sunlight, Ben almost felt like some kind of vampire as he shielded his eyes from the sun. “Ben!” Jack yelled from quite some way off. Jack ran over to Ben and the two of them walked over to a bench that was next to the only road that ran through the park. They sat down opposite each other with the road to their side. Despite the hot day the park was very quiet, it was a weekday so it wasn’t any surprise that most people were at work or in school. “What’s so urgent?” Ben asked as he looked around suspiciously. The incident at the theme park had made him paranoid. “I got a message from the owner of Wild Rapids.” Jack replied quietly. “What the Hell!? The park where we…” Ben’s eyes went wide as he suddenly scrambled off the bench and looked around more frantically, “Are you insane!?” “Calm down!” Jack quickly said as he stood up himself, “Listen, he said he wanted to meet us and discuss a “substantial settlement” to stop us publicising what happened or going after the company for compensation.” “And you trust him? How do you even know it was him?” Ben asked with a shake of the head, “These guys kidnapped us! They… They did…” “I know what they did. I was there, remember?” Jack said bitterly and sarcastically, “But if they are willing to give us several suitcases of cash I’m going to listen.” Ben sighed deeply. He had a really bad feeling about this but he sat back down on the bench anyway. His leg shook nervously and he quickly started biting his nails. Jack didn’t look much more comfortable but he managed a weak smile, he hadn’t told his friend about the nightmares he had been having that were more like flashbacks. “When are they supposed to meet us?” Ben asked after a couple of minutes. “Any second now.” Jack replied as he looked at his watch. As if on cue a large van appeared in the distance. The boys watched as it slowly made it’s way down the path towards them. The van was white and in the blazing sun was actually quite hard to look directly at as the light bounced off it. The windows appeared to be tinted because as it drew nearer it was impossible to look through them. On the side of the van was a Wild Rapids logo as well as a list of the locations of their parks. The van only stopped when it was exactly level with the bench. Ben and Jack looked at each other and then to the now stationary van. It wasn’t moving and there was no sound of movement from inside, there was something very unnerving about the way it had crept up to them. Suddenly the still air was broken as the side door to the van slid open very quickly. Robot Nannies just like those from their previous trip to the water park came pouring out. Ben was grabbed before he could even react, a large pair of metallic arms wrapped around his comparatively slender body and started pulling him from the bench. Jack had an extra second and turned to run away, he barely made it a couple of steps before his leg was grabbed and he fell face first into the grass. “No!” Ben shouted as he struggled, “Help! Help!” There was no one around and the robot’s strength easily outmatched Ben’s. The struggling young man was lifted effortlessly and taken to the van, he was passed inside to another of the Nannies who quickly set to work strapping him into an oversized toddler car seat. Ben couldn’t believe what was happening but as the harness holding him to the chair was tightened he saw his best friend getting dragged up and into the van. Ben kept shouting for help until the robot that had strapped him down stuck an oversized pacifier in his mouth. The soother was attached to a strap which went behind his head where it was tightened so that Ben couldn’t remove it. Jack was suffering the same fate in an identical car seat right next to Ben. The nurses strapped Jack down and gagged him with the pacifier in very short order. The terror flowed through Ben and Jack as they watched the van door slide shut. It felt like a horrible case of déjà vu that they were helpless to prevent. A light embedded in the ceiling turned on and after a minute the van started driving forwards and out of the park. All Ben and Jack could do was make muffled screams into their pacifier gags. The robo-nurses clearly weren’t satisfied with how helpless the two men were. Mittens were slipped on to their hands. They were forced to keep their hands in fists as the restrictive gloves were tightly tied at the wrists to prevent them slipping off. Ben felt tears flowing down his face as he struggled uselessly. He could hear the van speeding up as they left the neighbourhood where the boys had always lived. Minutes passed and the nurses stared blankly at the two terrified young men. Jack felt even worse than Ben, he felt personally responsible for this predicament and the worst part was that he had dragged Ben back into it. The van was really speeding and the guys in the back could only guess that they were now on a highway. It was barely audible over the sound of the moving vehicle but after a little while there were some sounds of movement from the front of the van. A little metal shutter was opened up and both Ben and Jack were stunned into stillness as their eyes widened in shock and fear. “Hello boys.” Brick said with a sneer, “Happy to see me?” Ben started crying twice as hard whilst Jack felt rage filling his system. Jack pulled against his restraints without any success. “You guys will be happy to hear that I’ve found a new job.” Brick continued as if this was a group of friends having a good catch up, “At a theme park as well! They have been investing heavily into AI and robotics. The owner called me up to personally offer me a job, I have no idea who he is, just offered me a contract right there and then. Made me assistant manager as well, I’m overseeing all the robotics and technology.” Ben couldn’t believe what he was seeing and hearing. After everything that had happened another theme park owner had handed Brick a job. It didn’t seem right but he had no reason to doubt the bully’s words given the situation. It was peculiar though because he was sure that Brick had no knowledge about robotics. “I can see you’re both lost for words.” Brick let out a harsh laugh, “You should have a nap. We have quite a journey ahead of us.” Ben and Jack watched as Brick lifted up a tablet and flicked his finger across the screen. The Nannies in the back of the van suddenly started moving in unison and they started to unscrew the mouth guard of the pacifiers. The latex teats that had filled the guy’s mouths came loose and were pulled out. Before either of them could make any sound other than a gurgle the Nannies attached a couple of clear tubes to the gag. The tubes went to the back of both men’s mouths, the other ends were attached to the breast area of the robots. After a couple of seconds white milk started flowing down the tubes and straight into Ben and Jack’s mouths. They swallowed as hard and fast as possible to stop the milk from overwhelming them. They could feel their bellies getting filled with the liquid and it proved to be a horrid reminder of what had happened before. Unlike when they were at “Wild Rapids” the milk stopped before it overwhelmed either of them, they thought they were receiving a small piece of good luck until their eyes started drooping heavily. “That’s it.” Brick laughed maniacally, “Just let the milk do it’s job.” Ben and Jack found it incredibly hard to stay awake. Ben’s head kept rolling forwards and then jerking back up again, he tried to keep himself conscious but the milk must’ve been spiked because everything was quickly going dark. Jack’s vision swam as he fought off the sleep that threatened to overwhelm him. He saw Ben’s head droop and stop after a minute and Jack knew he couldn’t hold on forever either. Despite fighting to the last minute his eyelids finally dropped and he could no longer open them again.

We are in 2491. because a pandemy in 2150 the world is totally changed: men are became more and more tall up to one meter high, while women are became more and more high up to three meters high. In this context there is been a real social revolution in which the women took the almost total control of society taking the most important crafts while men are reduced to do the less payed but more creative crafts. But in those times between women the fashion of treat the men like babies or toddler was turning. Daniel Thompson was a young stylist who was doing a walk in a park, the next week he would have turned 24 and he was thinking about how celebrate its in the best way, he was thinking about a intimate party with only his best friends. He was 1,02 m high with black hair and green eyes and he was wearing a pair of jeans with a light green sweatshirt, with a expensive sneakers, the gift of his mother. The young man blushed very much when he saw a woman who changed the diaper to a man on a bench in the park, turning the look away and walking more fastly, then she sat down on a bench taking the book that one hof his friend had lent him and starting to read it. After some hours he decided that it was time to return at home but while he was walking in the path he felt observed then he decided to hasten the pace. (please don't write two lines post but be descriptive. about add new tags I would prefer to discuss about before)