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Long time lurker. This is the first story I've ever written. It's set in @bbykimmy’s Keeperverse. I haven’t seen a story set here in a while, so I thought I’d write my own. If you’re unfamiliar, it’s a world where some of the population can randomly pair off in a biological bond of Keeper and human pet. The pet is legally owned by the Keeper and kept in diapers. Like an ABDL dynamic, but a publicly understood and accepted phenomenon. @bbykimmy's story Keeper's Pet got me to see how hot petplay can be, and Jeff’s Story by @justforfun solidified it for me. I definitely "borrowed" a lot from those 🙂. I tried my best not to contradict established lore. It’s a fun sandbox to explore. As a disclaimer, I’m not much of a writer. I’m not really concerned with things like pacing or character development or any of that. This is just pure smutty fantasy for me. Also it’s not short. I like the little details of scenes like these. I have 40k words written so far. Hope you enjoy. *** Chapter 1- Undone I was clamoring through the halls of an office building on my way to a client meeting when it happened; the earth-shattering, mind-altering experience of the Bond. All it took was one shared look. A single moment of eye-contact. You think you know who you are, and what your life is, and then in a split second everything you thought you knew is swallowed up by a single desire; be near her. Do anything you have to be hers and please her. Her eyes, her scent, her warmth, her entire aura become my world in an instant and eclipsed everything else I had ever experienced. We shared that look of shock, realization, horror, and most of all, deep affection, and that was it. The Bond. “Come here, pet” was all it took for her to say and I was a submissive puddle. My head buried itself down into her chest as her arms engulfed my body. I barely even noticed the tears in my eyes or the warmth spreading in my pants. Picture the safest you’ve ever felt. The most loved. The most you’ve ever felt like you belonged. And then multiply it by ten, twenty, by a thousand. It still wouldn’t come close to the Bond. But after you’re hit with the flood of animal endorphins, a flood of human anxiety mixes in. What about my life? My future? My freedom? What, I’m just a pet now? I can’t be just a fucking pet! Who even is this person? But a truth you feel in your bones fights those doubts; she’s my Keeper. We had slumped to the floor against the wall where she held me, softly shushing my whimpers and stroking my hair. “I’m here now. I’ve got you, pet. You’re safe,” she cooed, “I’m going to take good care of you. You're mine.” Everything went fuzzy. I didn’t know if we were there minutes or hours before my brain turned back on. I opened my eyes and saw a few people staring at us out of a door down the hall. Seeing a Bond take hold wasn’t that uncommon, but like seeing a police scene, everybody always wanted to gawk. I felt half-dried tears on my face as I pried my head out of her chest to look up to her anxiously. My eyes met hers. Her eyes. Oh my god, her eyes. Like two pools of forever telling me everything was going to be okay. “Well hey there.” She spoke so gently, warmly inviting me into her presence. “That’s one way to meet someone.” We shared a small laugh through the awkward confusion of what had just happened. “Hi,” I said meekly, words escaping me. “Hello, Oliver. My pet,” she said, as if confirming it for herself. “You— you know my name?” She held up my wallet. Duh. “You were pretty out of it. I guess I just had to know who I was holding in my arms.” “Oh.” “I’m Annie.” Annie. Like a tidal wave her name washed over me and solidified her identity as my Keeper into the deepest parts of psyche. My world’s name was Annie. She had wavy, auburn hair that fell just beneath her shoulders. She was a little shorter than me and somewhere around the same age best I could tell; 30-ish. Her impossibly brown eyes smothered me like a comfy weighted blanket. And she smelled incredible. I’d never smelled anything like it before. I now felt my wet pants, soaked with my own urine, which had cooled. My face burned with embarrassment and shame. I was just lucky my bowels didn’t let loose too. The Bond made pets varying degrees of incontinent and I had heard of it happening. “What does this mean?” I asked. “It means we’ve found each other. I’m your Keeper, and you’re my pet. The rest is just…details, that we’ll figure out. But we’ll be together." Warm contentment rippled through me upon hearing her words. My Keeper. “You alright, Annie?” a male voice called down the hall. I couldn’t bring myself to tear my gaze away from Annie to see who was intruding on our embrace, but I hated him for it. “Yeah, I’m good, Mark,” she called back. “Just a bit of an unexpected situation, here.” She laughed a bit. “Could you do me a big favor? Go get Kaitlin and tell her I need a ride?” “Of course!” And I heard a door close. “I have my car here,” I blurted out, without thinking. She laughed, like the way you would at a child who has said something amusing. “So do I, sweetie. But now that I’ve found you, I just don’t think I can let you go. It’s easier if someone drives us.” I felt stupid. Of course we wouldn’t be taking my car. It just stopped being my car at all, didn’t it? I thought. Pets can’t drive. I then noticed the familiar weight of my keys and phone was missing from my pockets.Where does she want to take me anyways? My breathing quickened as another sense of realization over my situation was setting in. She probably didn’t want to let go of me because she didn’t want to risk me running. A twinge of panic. My body tensed and adrenaline flooded. I have to get my life back before it's too late. Maybe the Bond hasn’t set in fully. I tried to shift my weight to get my legs under me in order to make a break for it. “Shh, shh. No.” She gripped my limbs tighter. “You’re okay. Look at me...Look at me, pet.” Despite the fear, something deep inside me compelled me to obey her. “You’re safe here with me.” My breathing slowly steadied as she pet my hair and brought me further into her arms. “Good boy.” Those last two words. They hit me like a ton of bricks. My focus blurred like a shot of heavy pain medication just entered my bloodstream. It felt wonderful. I only heard Annie’s half of a conversation that somehow felt far away as someone else approached us. “Yeah, that would be awesome… There’s one a few miles from here…Yes…Thank you so much, Kaitlin, seriously. Yeah, I—I just don’t want to let him go; he’s still shaking…Okay…Yeah, thank you! We’ll be out there in a minute.” She turned back to me. “Okay, honey, do you think you can walk with me?” “Where are we going?” I asked anxiously. “There’s a pet store close by where we can figure all this out.” Another wave of adrenaline. “No, I don’t wa—” “—Yes,” she interjected firmly and decisively, like it wasn’t up for debate. “Be a good boy for me, okay?” I wanted to. I wanted to more than anything. Against all rationality I wanted to earn her praise, even if it mean going against my own interests. She helped me to my feet, keeping me close to her with a firm grip of my hand in hers. She pulled my head into her shoulder as we snaked through the winding hallway of the business complex, with a few pairs of curious eyes on us. I was now acutely aware of my soaked jeans. Annie led me towards the entryway and out to a car waiting outside, where she carted us both into the backseat. She was clearly aware of my panted breathes because she quickly pulled me back into her chest. The ride was a blur. Annie kept cooing soft reassurances to calm me, only breaking to tell Kaitlin where to go. I felt uncomfortably warm and was already starting to sweat. Soon we were at a human pet superstore, the kind I would previously pay no mind to as I drove past. There was a side entryway to an intake area for newly bonded pets. As we got out and approached the entrance I reflexively jerked away from Annie, who kept a firm grip on my hand. “No, Oliver. Stay with me,” she ordered firmly, but with affection in her voice. Every instinct in me was telling me to run, to salvage my freedom. Every instinct but one; stay near Annie. That one was stronger than all rest. In through the doors we were quickly greeted by a uniformed employee behind a desk. “Hi there!” she chirped. She approached slowly and spoke softly, no doubt for my benefit. “I’m Jenny. Looks like we have a new Keeper and pet?” I’m sure it was painfully obvious who was who in that equation. I couldn’t bring myself to make eye contact and just held Annie’s hand tighter. “Yes, I’m Annie, and this is Oliver.” “Hi, Oliver,” she said, her voice dripping in condescension, like she was talking to a child. I didn’t look up. “Let’s get you guys into a transition room and I can walk you through what happens now. Follow me.” I looked over my shoulder at the automatic sliding doors. One last chance at freedom. I almost got my muscles to obey my desire to run before Annie firmly tugged my arm and I felt helpless to break away from her. Jenny led us into a room and quickly shut the door behind, locking it. It was like a normal medical room, except there were two exam tables, one of which that had a cage mounted atop it. Not to mention the human pet paraphernalia on the shelves. Seeing the cage, I instinctively began to whimper despite myself. Annie turned me to her and brought her hand to face. “It’s okay. You’re okay, pet.” If she said it was true then it must be, because she was my Keeper. “Alright,” Jenny began, “I know there are a lot of emotions and confusion happening right now, but I’m going to walk you through each step. First things first, we should get him cleaned up. His body is shifting rapidly, and his rising body temperature and continence are the quickest to change. This clothing just isn’t suitable for him. Let’s undress him.” “Right,” Annie replied. She reached the top button of my shirt and brought my hands up to block her. I whined, “No! Please, I—” “—Oliver,” She grabbed my hands, “If you can remain calm, I promise I won’t put you in the cage while we get you ready, but I need you to behave and listen, okay?” She said she needed me to. That was all I had to hear and my overwhelming desire to please her did the rest. “Okay?” she asked again, more sternly. I nodded meekly. “Good boy.” Another rush of endorphins. “Nice job, Annie,” Jenny said, impressed. “I suggest we get him on the table before undressing.” “Good idea,” Annie affirmed. “Okay, pet, I need you climb up and lay back for me, okay?” I didn’t take my eyes off her as she and Jenny helped me up onto the exam table and laid me back. “Good, keep reassuring him. Keep him looking at you.” “Look at me, sweetie. Keep your eyes on me. Good.” It didn’t matter that I could hear Jenny coaching her on the tactics, I still didn’t stand a chance against them. My newly developing pet brain overrode my critical thinking and I was mush. Annie held my gaze as I felt my arms being brought up over my head and my wrists were secured into soft leather cuffs. Next my shoes and socks were removed and my ankles went into similar restraints. Seeing Jenny hand Annie some medical sheers, I pulled on the restraints and whimpered. “Keep talking him through what you’re doing. It’s important that he trusts you. It might feel like you’ve known each other forever, but your is Bond is brand new. Undefined. He needs to know your intention.” “I’m going to get your clothes off now so that you can be so much more comfortable,” she told me. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m never going to hurt you.” As she began cutting through the sleeves of my shirt I wanted to scream but her command for me to stay calm enveloped the front of my mind. My shirt was pulled away from beneath my body. Jenny joined her in cutting through my wet jeans, pulling them away next. The cool air was nice on my skin, but I felt so much more exposed. She brought her hand up to stroke my cheek again. “Good job, sweetie. You’re doing so well for me.” My eyes closed as I melted into her words and worked my face into her hand, trying to inhale her wonderful scent to quell my anxiety. “You’re a natural, Annie,” Jenny mused. “Do you have pet experience?” “I lived with a pet for a few years. My roommate’s. I was there when she first brought her home. I remember those first days pretty well.” Well at least my Keeper had a resume. “Great! So I’m sure you know what happens next.” No. Even I knew what Jenny was getting at. “No, please!” I cried, “Please, Annie, don’t make me wear a diaper!” I tried to sit up and plead with her but the cuffs held me down. Annie was quickly at my side calming me down. “This is why we use restraints.” Jenny spoke with a practiced authority. “He’s quickly becoming prone to acting on instinct and heightened emotions. He wants to behave, I’m sure, but he’s scared and his rational decision making skills are already diminishing.” Pets wore diapers. I knew this. Everyone knew this. As much as you knew to stop at red lights. But to fully absorb that it was about to happen to you was mortifying. “At this point, I think it’s best we use this to help keep him calm,” Jenny said as she handed Annie something. It was a rubbery bulb mounted to a leather face attachment with a thinner strap. A muzzle, with a gag attached. “No, I’ll be quiet, I swear!” I tried to plead pathetically as Annie brought the gag towards my head. “Open for me, pet. Let’s get this on. That’s it. Good boy. My good boy.” I was putty in her hands as she inserted the gag and strapped the muzzle around my head. The bulky structure cupped my jaw and wrapped around my lower face. I tested the gag and was barely audible. The silicon teat in my mouth felt weird. My soaked underwear was cut off, leaving me naked and covered in my own piss in front of Annie, this stranger who I felt more affection for than I even knew possible. It was beyond humiliating as she used baby wipes to thoroughly clean my crotch. I expected pity or disgust from her as she cleaned my urine soaked skin, but instead her look betrayed something else. Is that…lust? I asked myself. She bit her lip as she handled my penis and balls to clean them. The attention from her quickly translated to a growing erection. Her gaze was transfixed to my crotch. I tried to move my hips into her as she brought down another wipe. I didn’t care who else was there. I wanted her touch, I needed more of her touch. “As you can see, and I’m sure feel,” Jenny started, and Annie's attention snapped back, “the sexual connection brought on by the Bond is strong. And he’s all instinct right now. But I'm sure I don't have to tell you pet parenthood is illegal, so pets in intersex Bonds are required by law to be neutered. Frankly, in the long run you’re just not always going to have the restraint to practice safe sex. You’re just as drawn to him as he is to you. So sterilizing him is the best option.” I whimpered hearing this. Jenny giggled at my erection dissipating. “That kind of talk usually works to get male pets under control down there. How else would we get them in their first diapers?” I groaned into the gag as loudly as I could and pulled at the restraints to convey my protest. It was ignored as Jenny handed Annie a bulky, pastel blue disposable diaper. Pet diapers were much thicker than medical incontinence diapers for human adults. “Also, it’s fine for a diaper or two, but you’re going to want to remove the hair in his diaper area for hygiene purposes. He’ll shed some of his body hair naturally as his body continues to shift, but not all of it. We have some cream I’ll send you home with.” “Thank you.” Again, I tried to make my disapproval known but was quickly learning it was getting me nowhere. Annie fluffed out the diaper before bringing it down to me. “I can see you’ve done this before,” Jenny said to her, “Repetition is always good, especially when training. Using touch on the inner thigh and phrases like ‘butt up’ is good for getting him used to diaper changes.” I hated being talked about like I wasn’t in the room, like I was a baby. Yet I was hopelessly unable to resist when Annie tapped my inner thigh and ordered, “Butt up, Oliver.” “Down.” She pressed on my hips and my bottom landed on the considerable padding. “Baby powder is a must. You won’t always be there to change him immediately and nobody wants to deal with a rash.” “Good job,” Annie cooed to me, “Good boy being still for me.” Her praise lit up my brain. She sprinkled baby powder over my crotch. The diaper was pulled up over me and Jenny walked Annie through pulling on the tapes snugly. I instantly felt an odd sense of claustrophobia around my groin as it was sealed off. It was warm and bulky and for some reason I actually I preferred the sensation of being naked. Not to mention the sheer humiliation of being diapered like a toddler. Jenny checked the fit of the diaper and settled the leak guards into place. “Since we don’t know what level of incontinence new pet will have, store policy requires him to also be put in a diaper cover of some sort.” Jenny held up a cloth garment with plastic lining inside and snaps, sort of like another diaper. “Obviously, it’s ultimately up to you to decide what level of protection he needs, be it plastic pants, cloth diaper cover, etc.” Annie quickly repeated, “Butt up,” and laid out the diaper cover before snapping it on, making my crotch even bulkier. “Next, let’s get his other restraints on, starting with pet mitts.” I whined all over again and tugged at my bonds as Jenny took out the black leather pet paws. “Right now, he’s most likely stronger than you, no offense. That will probably change soon as his bones lose density and muscles lose mass, but for these first few weeks or so, you need to make sure he’s well restrained. Your voice’s authority as his Keeper is one of your best tools in this regard. For Female/male Bonds, training and using hypnotic triggers is more crucial than ever because you might not always be able to restrain him with just your physical strength.” Annie looked down on me squirming with the same sensuous look. “Keep him calm, Annie,” Jenny gently guided, “Take his arm, let him know what you’re doing.” “Shh, pet. Stay still for me. You’re going to be a good boy while I put your mitts on.” The warm smile conveying her command melted me as she unfastened the cuff and took my wrist. “These are to keep you safe. When you’re wearing them you'll know I am taking care of you.” “Very good!” Jenny complemented her as she inserted my hand into the mitt. My hand was slid into a comfortable position around a soft pad, but held tightly so I could barely bend my fingers. My hand would be completely useless. The mitt’s shape vaguely resembled a paw, with traction pads on the palm. There was a D-ring on the wrist that could be clipped. Once my hand was inside and tightened at the wrist, the mitt zipped halfway up my forearm and was fastened. My wrist was re-cuffed to the table. Annie talked me through the same thing on my other hand. My best chance at freeing myself and escaping my pethood was just taken away. “You should keep these on him at all times, other than baths, for the first few weeks, if not months. Some people use them permanently with their pets. Until he’s trained not to take off his diapers or open doors and latches he shouldn’t, his instincts will get the better of him. Now let’s do his legs.” They slipped a similar pet paw on my foot, and then a leg harness that came up to a soft pad fitted around my knee and a strap around my thigh. “Everything we’re using here comes free in the standard-issued pet kit for new Keepers, but they’re pretty cheap. You’ll probably want to upgrade to something else based on both your needs. You’ll have chance here a little later before taking him home if you like.” “Got it. Yeah, I’d like to get him something more comfortable,” said Annie. “There are different ways to keep a pet down on all fours. The most common is clipping a short strap from the thigh to the calf to keep the knees a little bent,” Jenny explained. “And there are different schools of thought on letting pets walk upright or be kept down. I do recommend new pets be kept down for a while, but, of course, that’s up to you as his Keeper.” I knew that many pets were kept on all fours all the time. No one even bats an eye seeing a half naked pet being walked on a leash, down on all fours in a diaper and restraints. It was totally mundane. Is Annie really not going to let me walk? Another wave of human clarity washed over me. Nothing was going to be my choice anymore. I was going lose everything. My entire life. For some unknown future with this near-stranger. Despair overwhelmed me and tears formed in my eyes. I wasn’t even struggling, I just laid there forlorn. Annie saw this and had a look of deep sympathy and concern. “That’s all for restraints, right?" She asked, with some urgency, without taking her eyes off me. “Yep! We can move on to registration now.” “So we can let him up for that,” Annie said, not really asking. “Well, we prefer to—” “—I want to let him up,” Annie interjected assertively and was already going to my ankle cuffs and undoing them. “Just for now.” “Okay, usually we do some bonding time after registering but I can see you need some time now. We’ll take a break.” Annie uncuffed my wrists and once free I immediately scrambled off the table into her arms, almost knocking her over. She brought me to the floor in her lap. My face was back in her chest and I began to full-on weep. Being enveloped in her touch and smell went a long way to comfort me, but I still felt the crushing weight of my lost life, and my lost future. And I sobbed. “Oh, my pet. It’s okay. Shh. I’ve got you,” she cooed, “I’m so glad I found you. You’re mine now. I promise I’m going to take care of you. My sweet boy. You’re never going to be alone. Shh. I’ve got you now.” I felt a warmness radiate through my body; a great comfort combating the anxiety and despair. Then I felt a physical warmness pooling around my crotch and I knew I was wetting the diaper; my diaper. Everything became a blur.

Chapter 2: Lessons in Manners Mini Chapter 1 Created by Eevee Special thanks to moonfallstories for helping me write it, edit it and proof read it. Also special thanks to rawrbaby for suggesting to add certain internal dialogue to the chapter. Back story to chapter 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/VwB0XAIatd Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/Gj6hAauj3o Chapter 2: Lessons in Manners Mini Chapter 1 As they left Vermilion City, Cynthia strode ahead with unshakable confidence, her posture perfectly poised. She wore her sleek black outfit, the long, flowing coat with fur-like trim billowing slightly with each step. Blue, still somewhat reluctantly clasping her hand, followed with a blend of annoyance and an oddly comforting sense of security. Though his pride bristled, he trailed just behind, adopting a stance that felt uncomfortably passive. *How could a top trainer like me end up like this?* he brooded, his usual smug confidence souring under a growing sting of humility. Yet every time he slowed or dragged his feet, she would glance back, her calm yet authoritative gaze catching him like a hook. "Stay close, Blue," she reminded, her tone soft yet firm. It was laced with a motherly quality that left no room for argument. “You don’t want to get lost, now, do you?” The warmth in her voice, coupled with her unyielding composure, was both nurturing and a little intimidating. He huffed but tightened his grip on her hand, pretending it was a mere coincidence. He didn’t dare fall back any further; her presence commanded him forward in a way that surprised him. As they entered the Underground Tunnel connecting Vermilion to Route 6, the dimness and faint echoes made every step feel heavier, as though her authority weighed on him even more. *Great trainers don’t get dragged around like this,* he reminded himself, internally scoffing. *I’m not some rookie!* Yet, his frustration tangled with a strange feeling of respect—one he wasn’t about to admit. Cynthia noticed his brows furrowing and had to stifle a smirk. *Still clinging to that pride of yours, huh? So sweet, thinking you’re above a lesson or two.* The stubborn glint in his eyes and the slight twist of his mouth as he chafed against her lead were all too familiar to her. He shot a look toward the tunnel’s shadows, almost as if calculating his chances for an escape. She squeezed his hand, firm yet reassuring. *Nice try,* she thought, *but there’s no running off this time. Today, you’re here to learn about a thing or two called respect—and maybe a bit of manners.* When they finally emerged from the tunnel, a warm golden glow from the setting sun greeted them on Route 6. Blue took a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief—until he noticed how the other trainers reacted as she led him forward. Trainers who might normally approach for a challenge or glance at him with recognition now turned away, eyes lowered. There was something in their stance, a silent reverence for her presence that made him bristle. *What’s with the looks?* he thought with a pang of jealousy. **I used to command that respect. That kind of attention used to be mine.** Cynthia caught the flicker of resentment in his eyes and allowed herself a small, knowing smile. Watching him wrestle with his wounded pride, she couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of amusement. With a calm determination, she led him forward, ready to teach him the lessons he so clearly needed. By the time they reached Celadon, the city’s lights sparkled against the early evening sky, twinkling like stars scattered across a blue velvet backdrop. She led him straight to the towering Celadon Department Store, her grip gentle yet resolute—a silent reminder of her unyielding guidance. He followed, his usual spring dampened by curiosity and fearfulness. He couldn’t help but feel a little apprehensive; her calm insistence left him no chance to resist. As they stepped through the entrance, the bell above the door jingled, instantly drowning them in the warm embrace of the bustling store. Inside, the atmosphere was electric. Shelves bursting with colorful potions and Poké Balls beckoned to trainers while families' cheerful chatter and laughter created an inviting buzz. Nearby, a large display showcased plush Pokémon toys, each cuter than the last, eliciting delighted squeals from children. The bright lights above illuminated the aisles, casting a playful glow on everything, making even the mundane feel magical. The lively tune of the Poké Mart theme floated through the air, its bright, synthesized notes dancing playfully amidst the soft rustle of shopping bags and the chatter of eager trainers. The melody was cheerful and bouncy, promising an adventure, like the thrill of uncovering hidden treasures within the aisles. Cynthia strode confidently to the service desk, her hand holding his securely. Blue glanced around, hoping no one noticed him being led like this. The clerk at the counter, dressed in a crisp uniform adorned with the store’s logo, greeted her with respectful recognition. Blue felt the weight of her reputation pressing down on him. “I’m here to teach a lesson in manners,” Cynthia explained, her tone playful yet authoritative. “I’m looking for something that would help me teach this young trainee to learn some manners. If you have anything embarrassing, that would be perfect.” Blue’s heart sank as her words registered. *Embarrassing? What could be worse than this?* he wondered anxiously. He forced himself to maintain a confident expression, but Cynthia noticed the flicker of panic in his eyes and barely suppressed a grin. *Already worried?* she thought, entertained by his discomfort. *Oh, this is just the beginning. Don’t look so surprised—you’ve had this coming for a long time.* The clerk, considering the request, tilted her head thoughtfully. “I believe we have just the thing,” she said but hesitated. “However, it’s restricted to VIP customers only. You must be a VIP member to access that floor.” Cynthia’s smile didn’t falter as she reached into her purse, producing her Champion ID with calm confidence. The clerk’s eyes widened, realizing who stood before her. “I thought it was you, Miss Cynthia. My apologies,” she said, instantly deferential. Cynthia’s expression remained poised, her authority affirmed with ease. “Let’s just say I have a few privileges,” she replied smoothly. Blue’s usual arrogance faltered; watching her command respect so naturally left him feeling small. She walked to the elevator without a hint of hesitation while he trailed in her shadow, frustration gnawing at his pride. Cynthia caught his moment of hesitation and bit back a laugh. He averted his gaze, squirming slightly. *And I can’t wait to see just how you handle it.* The clerk pulled a thin key from a chain around her neck, unlocking the elevator with practiced precision. She ushered Cynthia and Blue inside, and as the doors closed, he felt a strange cocktail of anticipation and dread. The rhythmic beat of the store’s music pulsed gently in the background, adding to the growing tension. Her grip was steady, her silent confidence unbreakable, as they descended beneath the first floor. Her eyes glinted with a hint of mischief as she watched him. She enjoyed watching him squirm. *A little discomfort would seed humility.* As the elevator hummed softly, she felt a deep sense of satisfaction. *Maybe he will think twice next time before letting his ego get the best of him.*

Created by Eevee Special thanks to moonfallstories for helping me write it, edit it and proof read it. Also special thanks to rawrbaby for suggesting to add certain internal dialogue to the chapter. Back story to chapter 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/VwB0XAIatd Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/BdRrtHpvC4 Chapter 2: Lessons in Manners Mini Chapter 6 As they strolled toward her big, pretty house, Blue felt a mix of emotions—the comfort of her hand in his and the soft fabric of his onesie against his skin. *I just wanna go home and be cozy.* Though he was still unsure how to handle his situation, he couldn’t help but feel that with Cynthia by his side, everything would be okay. *She’ll take care of me; I know it.* After a short walk, they finally arrived at the luxurious home where she was staying. The exterior was elegant, with soft lighting outlining the architecture, highlighting the intricate details of the elegant facade. However, as they entered, they were greeted by darkness. “It’s scary in here!” he clung tightly to her hand as she guided him through the shadowy hallway, its walls adorned with muted art pieces that seemed to watch them pass. The scent of fresh flowers lingered in the air, adding an unexpected warmth to the otherwise eerie space. “I don’t like the dark! Where’s Cynthia?” he whimpered, looking up at her with wide, frightened eyes. “Hang on, Blue,” she said softly. Cynthia’s voice was warm and reassuring as she flicked on the light switch. The room illuminated, revealing a cozy space decorated in soft pastels and adorned with Pokémon-themed accents. The walls, painted in soothing shades of pale blue and soft pink, radiated a gentle glow, inviting him in. A large bed with fluffy blankets awaited him, piled high with plush pillows, each adorned with playful Pokémon faces. The comforter was a dreamy combination of pastel shades, featuring subtle patterns of whimsical silhouettes of Pikachu and the elegant forms of Gardevoir. The bedspread felt soft and inviting, its texture reminiscent of clouds, promising a cozy night’s sleep. The nightstand stood perfectly beside it, showcasing a perfect spot for a diaper bag. A small lamp shaped like a Poké Ball provided just enough light for nighttime reading, casting a warm, ambient glow across the room. Nearby, a bookshelf was filled with colorful storybooks and a few small toys, their cheerful colors brightening the space and inviting guests to relive childhood memories. Delicate Pokémon-themed decorations adorned the walls, with cheerful decals of some of Blue's favorite Pokémon peeking down at him. Their vibrant colors harmonized with the room’s pastel palette. A string of fairy lights draped across the ceiling twinkled softly like stars, casting playful shadows that danced along the walls, adding an element of magic to the atmosphere. Cynthia smiled as she placed the Sylveon diaper bag on the nightstand, ensuring it was perfectly positioned. She then turned back to Blue, kneeling down to his level. “Let’s get you comfy for bed,” she said gently, her eyes filled with warmth and affection. A flutter of nervousness stirred in Blue’s tummy. *What if I get uncomfortable?* She helped him out of his shorts and shoes with care, making sure he felt comfortable and secure in his diaper and onesie. The room was filled with the soft scent of lavender, calming him even more. “There you go, all set!” she said, her voice soothing. *I hope she thinks I’m good.* Blue felt a mix of relief and embarrassment, his cheeks warming at the thought of being in just his diaper and onesie. *I’m so proud of him for being so good!* Once he was ready, she tucked him into bed with tender care, smoothing the blankets around him like a mother would. The warmth of the covers felt heavenly, and he snuggled into them, his eyelids growing heavier. *This feels nice. But I don't want Cynthia to leave.* “Now, let’s not forget this,” she said, reaching into the diaper bag. She retrieved his pacifier, the cute accessory fitting perfectly in her palm. She brought it to his lips, gently pushing it into his mouth. The pacifier muffled his soft coos, creating a cozy and soothing atmosphere that felt safe and familiar. *I feel so little…* “There you go, sweetheart. Sweet dreams,” she whispered, her voice laced with affection. With a soft kiss on Blue’s forehead, Cynthia whispered, “Goodnight, sweetheart.” As she turned off the lights, the room was cast in a gentle glow, making it feel safe and warm. The twinkling fairy lights created a serene, starry ambiance that enveloped Blue, enhancing the coziness of his new sanctuary. *Don’t go, please!* Blue’s heart raced with uncertainty as she left. *What if something bad happens?* Once she was gone, Blue found it hard to sleep without her comforting presence. He rolled onto his side, feeling scared of being alone in the dark. The shadows around him seemed to loom larger, and he longed for the comfort of her presence. *I wish I could hold her hand again!* Eventually, he reached into the diaper bag, searching for his Poké Ball, where his favorite Pokémon, Eevee, was kept. With a gentle click, he released Eevee, who materialized with a soft yawn, the familiar sight filling him with comfort. “Eevee,” Blue whispered around the pacifier, his voice barely above a hush, “snuggle with me, pwease? I need you!” His request came out in a soft, pleading tone, like a child asking their puppy to curl up beside them. *I don’t wanna be alone!* Eevee padded over and nestled beside him, the warmth of the small Pokémon easing his anxiety. Blue wrapped his arms around Eevee, feeling the familiar sense of comfort wash over him. *This is better.* The sensation of cuddling with his Pokémon made him feel safe, and he soon began to relax. He started to suck on his pacifier, the rhythmic motion soothing him further as he settled deeper into sleep. As he drifted off into a peaceful slumber, his bladder finally caught up with him, a consequence of the drinks he had consumed the night before. The sensation stirred him slightly, but the comforting warmth of the blankets and Eevee’s presence lulled him back into a deeper state of sleep. *I don’t want to wake up…* In his drowsy haze, he felt the warmth spread as he soaked his diaper, enveloped in a cocoon of softness. *What if Cynthia finds out?* The thought flitted through his mind, but it quickly faded as he sunk further into slumber, the soothing embrace of sleep wrapping around him like a gentle hug. In the adjacent room, she had been watching over him, a fond smile on her face. She leaned against the doorframe, feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness wash over her as she whispered softly, “Goodnight, my little trainee.” *I hope he knows how much I care for him.* At that moment, she went to bed with a feeling of happiness so strong that she felt like the mother she used to be.

Created by Eevee Special thanks to moonfallstories for helping me write it, edit it and proof read it. Also special thanks to rawrbaby for suggesting to add certain internal dialogue to the chapter. Back story to chapter 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/VwB0XAIatd Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/tI1TLvKUqk Chapter 2: Lessons in Manners Mini Chapter 5 As they started to leave the department store, she gave his hand a gentle squeeze, her heart swelling with warmth as she looked down at him. *He looks so cute with that little blush! I can’t help but want to cherish this moment forever.* In that soft, innocent expression, she saw a glimpse of the little one she’d lost, if only for tonight. *It’s like having my sweet one back, even if just for today.* They stepped into the cool night air of Celadon City, the deep indigo sky dotted with stars beginning to twinkle, casting a soft glow over the streets. The walk felt quick to Cynthia, but for Blue, each step seemed to stretch out, the sensation of the thick, crinkling diaper constant beneath his Eevee-themed onesie. *Why do I have to wear this? I’m not a baby!* Despite his thoughts, the soft padding’s snug embrace brought him an unexpected comfort. *But… it’s kinda nice.* “Now, let’s head to the Pokémon Center to see Nurse Joy, shall we?” she said with a warm smile, squeezing his hand. He nodded, feeling a mix of shyness and comfort under her gentle gaze. *Nurse Joy? What will she think of me?* He figured they were just going to the Pokémon Center to heal his fainted Pokémon from the day’s battles, unaware of any hidden plans. *Will she think I look cute?* But she had a different plan in mind. *I wonder what the clerk meant about Nurse Joy’s ‘special service’ for my little Blue. I hope it’s something that’ll make Blue feel even more cared for.* She pictured Nurse Joy’s calm smile. *Maybe she’ll even have a little treat for him—a small gesture to help him feel safe and seen.* As they strolled through the quiet streets, each step in his soft, crinkling diaper heightened his mixed feelings of embarrassment and comfort. He stuck close to Cynthia, trusting her guidance. *He’s adjusting so well… I’m so proud of him,* she thought, admiring his bravery. His thoughts drifted to a more innocent place, his imagination filling with childish wonder. *Maybe Nurse Joy will think I’m cute! Maybe I’ll even get a sticker!* His heart raced a little at the thought, a small smile forming despite himself. The onesie’s softness and playful Eevee design, though comforting, made him aware of the curious glances from passing trainers and other people on the street. He felt each gaze linger on him, his cheeks growing warmer. *They’re looking at me!* His heart thudded as he looked away, lifting his arm to cover his face, wanting to hide from their stares. *I just wanna go home!* Cynthia noticed his anxious expression, her heart melting at his vulnerability. *Oh, my sweet Blue,* she thought, filled with affection and understanding. *You are being such a good boy. You’re doing such a good job, even if it feels hard.* She leaned closer, her tone soft and reassuring. “You’re doing great, Blue. Just a little longer, and we’ll be at the Pokémon Center,” she encouraged, giving his hand a comforting squeeze. Her warmth calmed him slightly, though he still felt the nervous flutter in his stomach. *What if they keep staring? I feel so silly…* With every step, the short walk to the Pokémon Center felt endless for Blue, the cool night wrapping around them like a blanket. Each crinkle seemed louder than before, echoing in his ears. *Everyone can hear that!* His onesie brought some comfort, but his embarrassment grew as they neared the brightly lit Pokémon Center. *I just wanna be normal again!* Finally, they arrived, and she pushed open the door, gently guiding him inside. The Pokémon Center lobby felt warm and cozy, adorned with cheerful decorations that made it feel less intimidating. The vibrant flower boxes at the entrance overflowed with colorful blooms, while the soft pastel orange paint of the building complemented the lush greenery surrounding it. Sunlight streamed through large windows, bathing the lobby in a golden glow, and the cheerful chatter of trainers mingled with the joyful sounds of Pokémon playing nearby. *This place is perfect,* she thought, glancing at him. *I hope it helps him feel a little more at ease.* She held his hand securely, noticing how he kept his face partially hidden behind his arm. *Poor thing. He’s feeling so shy.* “Welcome to the Celadon City Pokémon Center! How can I help you today?” Nurse Joy greeted them with a bright, cheerful smile that made him feel just a little bit better. *She looks nice…* Blue thought, the sight of Nurse Joy’s pink-and-white uniform reminding him of comfort and warmth. The welcoming atmosphere was further enhanced by the earthy aroma of healing herbs and the faint scent of lavender from the potted plants strategically placed around the room. Nurse Joy’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the pair, her expression glowing with warmth. “Aww, you two look so adorable together!” she exclaimed with a delightful lilt. *C-cute? I don’t wanna be cute!* Blue felt his cheeks heat up and instinctively stepped a bit behind Cynthia, trying to shrink away from the attention. *Why do people keep saying that?* Cynthia looked down at him, her heart swelling with affection. *Oh, he’s so precious when he’s feeling shy like this.* She gently squeezed his hand and smiled, her gaze drifting over the spacious lobby filled with trainers discussing strategies and Pokémon happily chirping in response. “We’re here to get this little trainee’s Pokémon healed,” she said softly. *I’m so proud of him for being brave today.* As she took his Poké Balls from the diaper bag, she handed them over to Nurse Joy with a warm smile. Cynthia then pulled out her VIP card, her eyes sparkling proudly. “And, Nurse Joy, could you give my little trainee some extra special care?” she asked sweetly, giving Blue’s bottom a soft, reassuring pat. His face flushed even more, his heart fluttering in embarrassment. *Why does she keep doing that?* Nurse Joy let out a soft giggle, her eyes twinkling with kindness. “Oh, did your little trainee have an accident?” she asked playfully, winking at the two of them. *No, no! I didn’t!* His face grew even redder, and his heart raced, feeling exposed under Nurse Joy’s friendly gaze. *Why does everyone think I’m a little kid?* Cynthia giggled softly, sensing his discomfort but knowing it was just a playful moment. She leaned into the warm atmosphere, where the gentle melody of the iconic Pokémon Center music filled the air, wrapping around them like a soft embrace. “By the way, Nurse Joy,” she added with a gentle smile, “have you ever had to change a trainer’s diaper if they… well, had an accident?” Nurse Joy blinked before breaking into a knowing smile, her voice sweet and nurturing. “Oh, I’ve handled all sorts of things, dear,” she said kindly, her gaze turning to him with a gentle understanding. “You’d be surprised,” she added with playful warmth, easing the moment just a bit. After a moment, Nurse Joy returned Blue’s Poké Balls, giving him an encouraging pat on the butt. “If you ever need anything, sweetie, just let me know, okay?” she said with a nurturing tone that made Blue feel cherished. He appreciated her gentle voice, though he still felt small. *I wish I could just be a normal trainer again…* Cynthia observed the exchange, a soft smile playing on her lips as she watched him. *Oh, he’s so precious when he’s like this,* she thought, feeling a wave of protective warmth. She could sense his exhaustion as he leaned into her, his eyelids beginning to droop. The comforting atmosphere of the Pokémon Center, filled with the sounds of trainers sharing stories and the rhythmic notes of soothing synth music, lulled him into a light daze. He let out a soft sigh, drifting into a light daze, the warmth of her presence feeling like a soft, protective blanket. *That’s it, sweetheart. Just relax. I’m here.* As she felt him settle, she looked down at his sleeping face, gently brushing a lock of hair away. *Look at him… so peaceful. If only I could protect him from all his worries forever,* she thought, her heart swelling with tenderness. After a few moments, she gently nudged him. “Blue, sweetheart, it’s time to wake up,” she whispered, her voice soothing. He stirred, blinking as he tried to adjust to the light streaming through the large windows. She giggled lightly, her voice tender. “Did you have a nice nap, little one?” she teased softly, filled with affection. *He’s so adorable when he’s sleepy.* Blue rubbed his eyes, feeling a mixture of lingering sleepiness and slight embarrassment. *Did I really just fall asleep?* But as he awoke, a slight, nagging feeling reminded him of the pressure building in his belly. *Oh no… I can’t use the diaper!* Seeing his nervous expression, Cynthia gently took his hand, leading him toward the exit. “Let’s get you home, sweetheart,” she murmured, noticing his slight discomfort. *I want him to know he can tell me if he needs anything. I’m here to help him feel safe.* Each step reminded him of his predicament, but as he walked beside her, he felt comforted by her warm presence, focusing more on her than on the curious looks of others. *I like holding her hand. It makes me feel better.* But the nagging feeling in his stomach didn’t go away, bringing a flicker of worry to his face. She noticed him doing a potty dance and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. *“Oh, my sweet Blue…” She felt a wave of empathy, hoping he knew he could trust her with anything. “If you need to go, it’s okay. I’ll take care of the mess, no matter what. It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m here to guide you every step of the way.”*

Created by Eevee Special thanks to moonfallstories for helping me write it, edit it and proof read it. Also special thanks to rawrbaby for suggesting to add certain internal dialogue to the chapter. Back story to chapter 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/VwB0XAIatd Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/Ybk771jbxr Chapter 2: Lessons in Manners Mini Chapter 4 Before they left the changing room, Cynthia picked up Blue's Pokéball-themed bag, holding it securely in one hand while tucking the leftover diaper under her arm. She extended her other hand, gesturing for him to take it. Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed her hand, holding it like a child would hold their mother’s. *What am I doing?* Cynthia’s heart swelled at the sight, and she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. *This is what I’ve been missing—a connection, a bond. Just like when I held my daughter’s hand. Blue, you’re not just a trainer; you’re my sweet little Eevee right now, and I’m here to protect you.* “Thank you for changing me,” he murmured shyly, his voice quiet and innocent, relishing the safety of her presence. *Why did I say that? I'm not a baby. I don't need to be diapered and dressed.* Her expression softened as she looked down at him with a gentle smile. *He’s so precious when he’s like this.* Her heart swelled with affection. “You’re welcome, sweetheart,” she replied in a hushed, motherly tone, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. *It’s okay to feel vulnerable. I’m here for you.* As she unlocked the changing room door, warmth filled her heart. *I can’t wait to continue Blue’s “training.”* She opened the door to find the clerk beaming at them. “You two look so cute together! And it seems your little trainee is enjoying the pacifier from the baby aisle,” she teased, noticing the soft sucking sounds from Blue’s Eevee-themed pacifier. *Oh, he’s just the cutest!* Blue’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and Cynthia couldn’t help but smile. *It’s such a wonderful sight to see him like this—so innocent and in need of care.* Cynthia gently patted his head as he blushed, still sucking on the pacifier. “Thank you!” she said. “The changing room was perfect—it had everything I needed to diaper my little trainee.” *I’m not wittle!* He squirmed at her words, but he felt so adorable when he got flustered. *It’s nice to take care of him like this.* Turning to the clerk, she asked, “Could you help me gather all the supplies I’ll need for my little trainee?” The clerk’s eyes lit up. “It’s already taken care of!” she replied, handing Cynthia a pastel pink diaper bag decorated in Sylveon colors. “This bag has everything you’ll need: an Eevee-themed changing mat, Poké Powder, Poké Wipes, Poké Lotion—and I may have tucked in a few surprises for you as well,” she added with a wink. *Surprises?* His mix of embarrassment and curiosity showed on his face. Cynthia admired the bag, appreciating its thoughtful design. “How wonderful! I’m so glad to have all of this,” she said, carefully tucking Blue’s Pokéball-themed bag into the diaper bag. *This will make everything so much easier to take care of him. No more carrying around his stuff alone. He’s too cute not to be taken care of.* As they walked to the elevator, Cynthia took his hand again, guiding him forward. He instinctively held her hand in return, gripping it tightly—like a little one holding onto his mother for reassurance. *Why am I holding her hand like a child? I’m a trainer!* But something about her touch made him feel safe, a feeling he couldn’t bring himself to let go of. As the elevator ascended, she took a moment to gently remove his pacifier and slip it into the diaper bag. He felt a little exposed without it, his hand twitching slightly as if he might reach for it again. *What am I doing? I shouldn’t need a pacifier!* He moved closer to her, clutching her arm tightly like a small child needing reassurance. *I don’t wanna feel like this.* “Thank you,” he murmured shyly, his voice quiet and sweet, savoring the warmth of her presence. Cynthia’s expression softened as she looked down at him with a gentle, motherly smile. *He’s so precious when he’s like this,* she thought, her heart swelling with affection. “You’re welcome, sweetheart,” she replied in a warm, hushed tone, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. When they reached the service desk, she took his hand once more, guiding him back like a mother leading her child. He held on tightly, seeking comfort from her. *I love how he holds my hand so trustingly. It’s like he’s my little one, and I’m here to protect him.* *These moments are so important. I want him to know it’s okay to let his guard down. Even the strongest trainers need comfort sometimes.* She felt a wave of warmth. *I can’t wait to teach him how to embrace these moments of care and comfort. Just like a child learning to lean on their mother—it’s a lesson in love and trust.* When they reached the service desk, Cynthia watched as the clerk rang up her selections: a Trial Pack, two bags of medium-sized Eevee-themed Poké Pamps, and the custom diaper bag package. Just as the clerk was about to finish, she paused. “Miss Cynthia, may I suggest getting four bags instead? We’re running a special where four bags cost as much as three.” *What a thoughtful deal! I should take advantage of that.* “Could I pay now and get different themed diapers delivered in the future?” “For you, Miss Cynthia, I can make that happen,” the clerk replied, handing her a sleek, red-and-white VIP Poké Pamps card adorned with a Pokéball design. This card does not only function as a VIP card but also as a credit card linked to Cynthia’s store account, along with her name as “Trainer” and Blue’s as “Little Trainee.” The card featured “Poké Pamps” embossed in gold letters, with a list of special VIP contacts, including Nurse Joy and the clerk’s personal phone number. *How perfect!* she thought. *This will make it so easy for me to get supplies for him in the future. I want to spoil him a little—it’s all part of the fun.* She felt a thrill at the thought of pampering him with thoughtful surprises. *I want him to know he’s cared for, just like a mother showering her child with love.* Leaning in with a playful smile, the clerk lowered her voice. “When you’re ready to try those different themed Poké Pamps bags, just give me a call directly,” she said, pointing to her number on the card. “And when you visit Nurse Joy, show her this card and ask if she can help your little trainee in a ‘special way,’” she added with a wink, hinting more at Nurse Joy’s VIP services than typical Pokémon care. *A ‘special way’? What does that even mean?* His mind raced with curiosity and a touch of worry. *Maybe it’s a game? Or something silly?* His heart raced, and he felt a flicker of fear. *What if it’s too silly?* Cynthia noticed his mix of excitement and uncertainty. *I need to guide him through this, just like a mother guiding her child through new experiences. He needs to know it’s okay to explore these feelings.* With everything finalized, Cynthia handed the clerk her card. “Thank you for all your help. You’ve been wonderful. Please add a tip for your hard work,” she said warmly. The clerk beamed. “Thank you, Miss Cynthia.” She processed the order and, instead of giving the VIP card back to Cynthia, she handed it to Blue with a gentle smile. Blue held it carefully before looking up at Cynthia with pride, feeling like her “little helper.” *I’m helping! Yay!* *Look at him, Cynthia thought, her heart full. He’s so proud to help! It’s these little moments that matter, and she wanted him to cherish each one. I’ll make sure he knows how special he is, just like any loving mother would.* Taking his hand again, Cynthia led him out of the store. As he adjusted to the feeling of the thick diaper around his waist, he noticed the faint crinkling sound it made with each step, along with the slight waddle it forced him into. *Why does it feel so funny?* Each movement reminded him of his current state—a blend of vulnerability and childish glee. Occasionally, he felt the soft padding hug him, making him blush. *This is so silly!* But her reassuring presence kept him calm.

Created by Eevee Special thanks to moonfallstories for helping me write it, edit it and proof read it. Also special thanks to rawrbaby for suggesting to add certain internal dialogue to the chapter. Back story to chapter 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/VwB0XAIatd Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/lOYiNmiKYK Mini Chapter 3 Chapter 2: Lessons in Manners Once he was settled, she guided Blue over to the changing table and helped him up. The soft mat, decorated with colorful Poké Balls, added a warm, welcoming touch to the space. As Blue felt the unexpectedly cozy surface beneath him, he instinctively hid his face even more, his heart racing. *Why do I feel so small?* Cynthia reached for the soft, crinkly Eevee-themed diaper that she laid neatly on the changing table when they first arrived in the changing room. The creamy tan color, adorned with adorable Eevee faces peeking out amidst playful hearts and sparkles, made her smile. She opened the trial pack, peeling off the Poké Ball sticker sealing it shut, the gentle crinkling sound filling the air. As it was unfolded, the familiar crinkling sound filled the air—a soft rustling that seemed to heighten the anticipation of the moment. A bright voice noted how soft and comfy it was going to be, her enthusiasm adding to the warmth of the scene. The diaper’s light and airy fluffiness became apparent as it was spread wide, evoking a sense of comfort and security in its very appearance. Behind his hands, Blue peeked through his fingers, feeling a mix of humiliation and fascination as he watched the diaper being prepared. *Am I really going to wear that? This is insane!* “Now, lift up for me, Blue,” she instructed in a gentle, motherly tone. Even while covering his face, he obeyed, lifting his hips just enough for her to slide the diaper beneath him, positioning it perfectly under his bottom. The fluffy padding cradled him softly, enveloping him in a strange sense of security, even as embarrassment washed over him. A strange feeling settled over her, yet a joyful warmth swelled in her heart. There was a quiet sense of fulfillment—taking care of someone this way felt so right. It had been too long since she’d had the chance to care for someone with such tenderness. As his face hid once more behind his hands, the soft material of the diaper was felt against his skin as the front was gently pulled up and wrapped around him. *What… what has my life come to?* he mumbled quietly, almost to himself. Before continuing, Cynthia reached for a pack of Poké Wipes from beneath the changing table, pulling one out with a motherly smile. With delicate precision, she began to clean him, her touch careful yet playful. “I hope you don’t mind, but I need to make sure you’re sparkling clean. Can’t have you being dirty in your new diaper like this!” she giggled softly, her teasing lilt making Blue squirm with embarrassment. It was almost unbelievable to be treated this way, leaving him wondering what everyone would think if they knew. Once she ensured he was clean, she took the bottle of Poké Lotion from beneath the changing table, where all the supplies were neatly organized. “Can’t forget this! We want to make sure you’re comfortable,” she teased, her voice light with amusement. His cheeks burned behind his hands as he heard the gentle squirt of lotion. She warmed it in her hands before applying it carefully to his skin, her touch soothing yet deliberate. *It’s like I’m a mom again, caring for her little one. I’ve missed this feeling so much…* After the lotion, she reached for the Poké Powder next. She shook some into her palm and dusted it lightly over his skin, the soft powder settling gently. “This will help prevent any rashes, sweetie,” she cooed, her tone both playful and caring. She gently raised the front of the diaper, wrapping it around him with a soft, practiced motion as the crinkly material enveloped him securely. The snug fit cradled him like a gentle embrace, giving him a sense of protection. He peeked again slightly from behind his hands, only to pull them back quickly, feeling both humiliated and oddly comforted by the secure embrace of the diaper. *What’s wrong with me? I shouldn’t be enjoying this in any way.* Before taping it up, Cynthia grabbed another Poké Wipe from the stack beside her, the cool, smooth texture contrasting with the soft diaper. “Just a quick wipe to keep things clean,” she said playfully, wiping her hands before she continued. “Good thing we have some wipes in this cute changing room,” she added with a grin, glancing at Blue. “You know, diapering you is a messy job! I’m just glad that these wipes were here or both of us would still be a mess.” His face burned with embarrassment, his hands instinctively covering his cheeks again. *This is so embarrassing…* he mumbled, a mix of dread and resignation swirling inside him. “Don’t worry, sweetie,” she said, her tone warm and reassuring. “We’re almost done, and I promise you’ll feel so much better in this cute little diaper!” “Let’s get this nice and snug,” she said, carefully positioning and fastening the tapes one by one. Each sound of the tape securing echoed in the quiet room, heightening his embarrassment. Nevertheless, she worked patiently, ensuring that every tape was perfectly aligned. Her fingers smoothed over the edges, checking for any gaps, her touch calm and reassuring. “We wouldn’t want any leaks, would we?” she teased gently, giving a final soft tug to ensure the fit was just right. Fear gripped him at the thought of anyone finding out about this; the dread of becoming the laughingstock of Kanto loomed larger than ever. As the soft padding wrapped securely around his waist and legs, the gentle ruffles created a snug fit, further intensifying his feelings of vulnerability. Cynthia gently helped Blue down from the changing table and set him on the ground. He sat there, still covering his face, looking every bit like a frightened child in a world that felt overwhelmingly new and strange. With a warm, motherly smile, she knelt beside him and helped him stand up. As she adjusted the waistband of his diaper, she double-checked each tape, ensuring everything was secure. Running her fingers along the leak guards, she tugged gently to make sure it fit just right. “There we go. Nice and snug!” she exclaimed, giving the back of his diaper a playful pat. A whirlwind of emotions swirled within him as he questioned why he was being treated this way; it felt so infantilizing. His cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and comfort, caught in the warmth of her nurturing care. In that moment, conflicting feelings of vulnerability and safety battled inside him, leaving him wishing to disappear while simultaneously feeling grateful for her attentive presence. At that moment, a knock on the door broke the stillness. “Is everything okay in there?” the clerk called out, concern threading through her voice. Cynthia replied cheerfully, “Yes! I just finished changing him, and I’m about to get him redressed in his clothes.” A playful, almost mischievous smile spread across her face. “Actually, could you do me a favor?” “Of course, Miss Cynthia,” the clerk responded, a hint of curiosity lacing her tone. Cynthia leaned in a little closer, keeping her voice light and playful. “Do you think you can grab me something that would make my little trainee more comfortable in his Eevee-themed diapers?” She envisioned a soft, comforting item that would ease his embarrassment and help him feel less exposed. Something that would remind him it’s okay to be vulnerable sometimes. There was a brief pause before the clerk replied, “I have the perfect things already in mind. I’ll be right back!” As the clerk left, Blue remained frozen in shock, still covering his face. The embarrassment of his situation washed over him in waves. Cynthia quietly giggled, her gaze lingering on him. He looked so cute in his new diapers, the soft, smooth fabric adorned with vibrant Eevee patterns wrapping him in a world of comfort and playfulness. While they waited for the clerk to return, Cynthia couldn’t shake these forgotten feelings. The happiness she felt from caring for Blue rekindled memories of the joy she had experienced with her. *This reminds me of when she was little. Taking care of Blue feels like a second chance to nurture someone. I thought I lost the opportunity years ago.* A few moments later, another knock echoed at the door. Cynthia opened it, greeting the clerk with a warm smile. The clerk handed her a small bundle in a plastic bag wrapped neatly. Cynthia's eyes lit up as she peeked inside, a giggle escaping her lips. Cynthia started to unwrap the bundle that clearly contained clothing, her curiosity piqued. As she eagerly opened it, the first item revealed itself: an adorable Eevee-themed pacifier. It was a warm, all-tan color, featuring a large, soft nipple and an ergonomic shield designed for maximum comfort. A tiny Eevee charm on the front added a whimsical touch. *This is simply perfect for him!* she thought, imagining how soothing this would be for Blue. As she continued to unwrap the bundle, she realized that the wrapping itself was an equally charming surprise: an Eevee onesie made of ultra-soft cotton, adorned with cheerful Eevee prints in warm, vivid colors. The onesie was tailored to fit snugly yet allowed for comfortable movement, featuring a convenient snap closure at the crotch and a soft scoop neckline. Cynthia closed the door quietly, glancing back at Blue with a playful smile. Her heart swelled with joy at the thought of him wearing such cute outfits. “Blue, sweetheart,” she called gently. “Come on, sweetie. It’s okay to show your face. I promise I won’t bite!” Blue, still lost in his embarrassment, began to snap back to reality upon hearing her caring tone. *How can a great trainer like me be reduced to this?* Confusion and shame washed over him, pulling him back into a childlike state. “Sweetheart, can you please uncover your face?” she cooed softly. Slowly, Blue removed his hands from his face, his cheeks still flushed. Just as he did, Cynthia seized the moment to slip the Eevee-themed pacifier into his mouth, gently pressing it in place. The soft, soothing pacifier sent a fresh wave of embarrassment through him, yet he felt oddly comforted. *Good boy! Just let it happen; there’s no need to fight it.* *This is so humiliating... but it feels nice. Why am I feeling this way?* She then held up the adorable Eevee onesie, the soft fabric beckoning with its playful design. “Do you think you can be a good boy, Blue, and let me get you dressed in this cute Eevee outfit?” she asked in a loving, motherly tone. *A good boy? I’m not a baby!* But despite his internal protests, he nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and embarrassment, the pacifier still resting gently in his mouth. *That’s it, sweetheart. Just relax. You’re in good hands.* The onesie was gently ruffled in Cynthia's hands as she playfully lifted it over his head, guiding his arms into the soft sleeves. The gentle fabric enveloped him, wrapping him in a warm embrace while she carefully pulled it down over his torso, ensuring a comfortable fit around his waist and diaper. Thoughts raced through her mind: *I can’t believe what I'm wearing. What happened to the confident trainer I used to be?* But that’s the beauty of this moment, Cynthia thought, smiling. *He’s learning that it’s okay to embrace comfort and cuteness, even when it feels a little silly. Every trainer deserves to be cared for!* Once it was settled, she began fastening the buttons at the crotch, one by one. The soft clicks echoed in his mind, each snap sending a pleasant shiver through him as the onesie hugged him securely. He couldn't help but feel a growing sense of comfort in the playful attire. *It’s just clothes... but it feels so different.* *Look at how snug and adorable you are now, Blue!* With each button fastened, Cynthia gently zipped up the onesie, her hands moving smoothly and lovingly as if she’d done this countless times before. “There we go,” she murmured with a smile, giving him an approving look as she patted the front of his onesie. *Oh, he’s absolutely precious! I can’t wait to see him fully dressed. He’s just like a little Eevee, so full of potential!* He felt warmth wash over him as her motherly touch reassured him, making him feel both protected and cherished. **Maybe it’s not all bad? No... I can’t think like that!** Next, she grabbed his tan shorts, holding them up. “How about we slide these over your new outfit, sweetheart?” she suggested softly. *Let’s add a little discreteness to your new outfit! You’re going to be the most adorable trainer out there!* Blue, still sucking on the pacifier, nodded, comforted by her gentle tone. Cynthia slid the shorts up his legs, adjusting them to fit just right over the onesie and the diaper. *I know this is a bit embarrassing for you, but it’s also a part of you learning a lesson. That’s what being a great trainer is all about!* With the shorts in place, she knelt to help him with his shoes, slipping each one on and tying the laces with the same careful attention. She tied each bow securely, her fingers moving gently to ensure they were comfortable and snug. Her hands lingered a moment on each shoe, giving each lace an extra tug, just like a mother would for a small child. *I’m not a kid. I should be battling, not getting dressed like this.*

Created by Eevee Special thanks to moonfallstories for helping me write it, edit it and proof read it. Also special thanks to rawrbaby for suggesting to add certain internal dialogue to the chapter. Back story to chapter 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/VwB0XAIatd Chapter 2: Lessons in Manners Mini Chapter 2 Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/KU3jSMqjUY The elevator doors slid open to reveal a hidden basement level, a private oasis inaccessible to the public. She stepped out, leading him into a surprising sight—a nursery-like realm filled with soft pastel colors, shelves lined with baby supplies, and countless Pokémon-themed diapering supplies. The air carried a sweet scent, faintly like cotton candy and fresh-baked cookies, wrapping around him in a nostalgic embrace. Warm nursery lighting cast a soft glow over the entire space, giving it a magical, dreamlike charm. Everywhere he looked, shelves overflowed with pastel onesies adorned with playful Pokémon designs. Diapering supplies were artfully displayed, from whimsical diaper bags to shelves stocked with Poké wipes, Poké powder, and even Poké lotion in gentle, playful hues. The walls were decorated with vivid murals of Pokémon frolicking in meadows. Each scene added warmth and liveliness, making the space feel like a surreal playground. His eyes were drawn to the towering shelf filled with trainer-sized diapers, each package neatly stacked and practically calling for attention. The packages showcased vibrant designs, from tan Eevee-themed diapers featuring little Eevee faces and playful hearts to more colorful patterns adorned with Vaporeon, Jolteon, and Flareon. Tucked away in corners were playful, girly designs—pink Jigglypuff Poké Pamps with faint images of the Pokémon singing lullabies, adding a soft touch of mystery to the array. Nearby, boxes of trial packs beckoned first-time customers with a chance to sample the products. Momentarily speechless, Blue stood frozen, his eyes wide as he took in the surreal reality surrounding him. Here he was in a secluded, VIP-only area of the department store, surrounded by diapering supplies and everything he had been desperately avoiding. *The weight of his situation crashed down on him, leaving him feeling dizzy.* Just then, Cynthia’s voice broke the silence as she turned to the clerk. “What a wonderful selection you have here!” she exclaimed, her enthusiasm lighting up her expression. The clerk beamed, a twinkle in her eye as she gestured toward the colorful displays. “Thank you! We pride ourselves on our Pokémon-themed diapering supplies. Those Eevee-themed Poké Pamps have been flying off the shelves!” She picked up a package featuring the tan Eevee design and held it up for Cynthia to see. “Look how cute and embarrassing these diapers are!” Cynthia nodded in agreement, her smile widening as she admired the package. “They really are cute! I think they would be perfect for him.” She glanced back at Blue, who was still frozen in shock. “Oh, and you should see the pink Jigglypuff ones! They’re super popular, too,” the clerk added, reaching for another package. “These have sweet designs that feature Jigglypuff singing. Such a delightful choice for little ones!” She glanced between Blue and Cynthia, clearly enjoying the playful atmosphere. At that moment, he snapped back to reality as Cynthia’s voice broke through his embarrassment. *But something had shifted within him. His composure melted away, leaving him feeling small and vulnerable—a child caught in a situation beyond his control waiting to be punished.* *He felt his mind spiraling inward, helpless against the realization of his predicament and what was about to happen. His usual confidence seemed distant, unreachable, replaced by a submissive sense of dread.* *It was like he was waiting for a scolding he couldn’t escape.* Cynthia’s voice cut through his thoughts, warm yet authoritative, pulling him back to the present. “I think the tan Eevee-themed Poké Pamps diaper would be best for you. Wouldn’t you agree, or should I get you the pink Jigglypuff ones?” she teased with a knowing smile. Her tone, both gentle and commanding, only deepened the weight of his situation. *He felt his face flush, his body tense as if her words alone held him in place. The choice was hardly his to make, and he knew it—he was entirely in her care.* Cynthia regarded the tan Eevee-themed diapers decorated with soft pastel designs as a gentle, creamy background with Eevee surrounded by sparkles and hearts. *She could see Blue’s dignity crumbling, stripped away by the infantile surroundings and cozy atmosphere. This would be a very important step for him in learning humility.* In a quiet, childlike voice, Blue managed to stammer, “N-no… I like the Eevee-themed ones.” *He suppressed a shiver. All this because he lost a stupid battle. For now, he was forced to play along, the least he could do was try to hold onto some dignity. He couldn’t bear the thought of being forced into girly diapers.* Cynthia’s eyes glinted with triumph at his response. *Yes!* she thought, *feeling pride as she watched him stumble, his usual composure slipping away in this childlike space.* *You’ve been so unruly, just like a wild Pokémon refusing to listen to its trainer. But look at you now, learning your place in this little game.* Cynthia raised an eyebrow, her expression shifting to serious playfulness. “You want the Eevee ones, do you? I can get you those, but I think you know the magic word,” she teased, mischief lighting up her gaze. “What’s the magic word, Blue?” He hesitated, feeling the weight of her expectation. With a soft sigh, he whispered, “Please.” His voice was meek but sincere, his pride slipping further under her gaze. *He couldn’t help but wonder how he had fallen so fast and hard. Surely this wouldn’t be his new life… right?* “Good boy,” Cynthia replied, her smile widening as she turned to the clerk. “We’ll take a few of the bags of Eevee-themed trainer-sized diapers, please.” Handing her business card to the clerk, Cynthia provided the address where she would be staying during her time in Kanto. She requested two bags of medium-sized Eevee-themed diapers to be sent there, and the clerk suggested starting with a trial pack to ensure a proper fit. Cynthia’s eyes lit up with approval. “That’s a wonderful idea,” she agreed. “Let’s try those on him right away.” She then asked about a private changing area, and the clerk giggled, gesturing to a secluded corner of the floor where soft lighting and a display of colorful diaper bags hid a cozy, family-style changing room. “Of course! How else would you diaper your trainee in private?” she replied with a smile. Blue remained quiet, *his disbelief intensifying* as they walked toward the concealed area. The soft lullaby continued in the background, mingling with the nursery lights and creating an ambiance that felt both serene and surreal. As they passed shelves stocked with Pokémon-themed wipes and powder, the smell of baby powder and cookies mixed with the lullaby, deepening the sense of wonder and embarrassment. Noticing his discomfort and his hand slipping away from hers, Cynthia remarked, “You’re not being a good boy for trying to run, sweetheart,” her tone gentle yet firm, filled with a hint of affection. “I might just have to punish you for that,” she added playfully as they approached the private room, her words softened by the lullaby’s gentle melody echoing through the magical, hidden basement level. The clerk led them to a room, unlocking the door with a key hanging from her necklace. His eyes widened at the sight before him as the door swung open—a cute Pokémon Center-themed changing area adorned with soft pastel colors and playful decorations. The walls, painted in soothing mint green and baby pink, enveloped them in a warm embrace while the gentle glow of the overhead lights illuminated the space, making everything feel inviting. He noticed the ceiling, playfully decorated with clouds and Pokémon silhouettes, twinkling stars seemingly dancing above them, creating an enchanting atmosphere that was both comforting and surreal. Cynthia observed his expression shift from shock to embarrassment, her heart swelling with warmth. *Oh, sweet Blue,* she mused, *you might think this is the end of the world right now, but it’s just the beginning of a valuable lesson.* In the Pokémon Center-themed changing room, Cynthia radiated calm confidence as she guided him through the changing process. *He felt an odd mix of embarrassment and comfort in her presence, her steady demeanor reassuring him even as his cheeks burned.* Nearby, a large, circular mirror surrounded by a fluffy, cloud-shaped frame invited them to see their reflections. When she gently reached for his little Pokéball-themed bag, he felt a pang of vulnerability as she removed it, watching as his last connection to his Pokémon slipped away. “Let’s get started,” she said, her voice gentle yet playful. As she reached for his long-sleeved purple shirt, she teasingly remarked, “This one’s been through quite a few adventures, huh?” He watched her fold it neatly, *his heart sinking further.* *What am I doing?* With each layer she removed, Blue’s confidence waned. The process felt strange, especially as she carefully took off his tan shorts, shoes, and socks, folding each item with a tenderness that only made him feel more exposed. Finally, she peeled off his Eevee-themed boxers, a giggle escaping her lips as she noticed the playful prints. “How cute! I knew I made the right choice with those Eevee-themed diapers. This will be quite the little upgrade from these dirty boxers you’re wearing,” she teased, leaving Blue beet red and feeling utterly vulnerable. The cheerful atmosphere surrounding them, enhanced by the nostalgic music of the Pokémon Center, filled the air with gentle, soothing melodies, making the experience feel even more whimsical, as if he had stepped into a world where age and pride didn't matter. *Oh, how adorable! They match perfectly!*, Cynthia thought, a warm smile creeping onto her face. *It’s like I planned this all along. I can’t believe how cute he will look in them. I wish I could’ve seen this side of him before he became a “tough trainer.”* As she prepared to dress him in the new diapers, he couldn’t shake the overwhelming feelings swirling inside him. He felt exposed, stripped of his usual composure, and he couldn’t help but wonder how he had ended up in this situation. *Was it really so bad to feel this way?* The question lingered in his mind, battling against his desire to reclaim his lost sense of pride, as the gentle sounds and soft melodies played softly in the background, wrapping around them like a comforting blanket. His mind began to settle down.

Created by Eevee Special thanks to moonfallstories for helping me write it. Back story to chapter 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/rX1DF7LD1Q Chapter 1: Trainer to Trainee Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/JKJGzQQEcE Blue strode through the bustling streets of Viridian City, his chest puffed out and a smug grin plastered across his face. Just moments ago, he had effortlessly defeated Misty, the Cerulean City Gym Leader, solidifying his reputation as one of the most promising young Pokémon trainers in the region. As he made his way to the annual Moon Festival, Blue basked in his own glory. The victory over Misty had been a cakewalk, and he relished the thought of rubbing it in his rivals’ faces. To him, greatness was all but guaranteed—the title of Pokémon Champion was practically within his grasp. The streets were alive with the sights and sounds of the festival. Colorful lanterns hung from every storefront, and the "the air was filled with laughter and murmuring chatter. Blue navigated through the crowds, his eyes scanning for familiar faces he could impress with tales of his latest triumph. “Did you hear? Blue completely destroyed Misty at the Cerulean Gym!. "he overheard one passerby whispered excitedly." “No way! That kid's on a whole other level. I can't wait to see him take on the Pokémon League,” the other replied, awe evident in their voice. Blue chuckled to himself, feeling smug. "That’s right, peasants, he thought." I’m on my way to the top, and none of you can stop me. As the night wore on, Blue found himself surrounded by a group of equally boastful young trainers, each eager to share tales of their victories. He was the center of attention, dramatically recounting his battle with Misty. “And just as Misty's Starmie was about to land a devastating blow, I shouted, ‘Eevee, now! Use Buzzy Buzz!’” he exclaimed, animatedly reliving the moment. “My Eevee sprang into action, sparking with electricity, and bam! Starmie got hit right before it could launch its Bubble Beam! The electricity crackled all around, and with one last shimmer, her Starmie fainted! I could hardly contain myself, gesturing wildly as the ref declared me the winner. It was awesome—Eevee was unstoppable!” “You should’ve seen her face—she was totally stunned!” The group erupted into laughter and cheers, and Blue soaked in their adulation. Under the bright light of the moon, he felt invincible. “This calls for a celebration!” he announced, leading the group toward a row of food stalls. “Rounds are on me. After all, I’m the best, and I deserve to celebrate my victory.” Cheers rang out as they eagerly followed him. As the night went on, he indulged in one too many celebratory drinks, his boasts growing louder and more outrageous with each passing hour. Eventually, however, the festival began winding down. He stumbled back to his hotel, his head swirling with alcohol and pride. The tipsiness he felt was accompanied by a dull throb behind his eyes, a warning sign of the headache brewing from his indulgence. He squinted against the light, rubbing his temples, but the discomfort lingered stubbornly, reminding him of the drinks he had enjoyed. Finally, he collapsed onto his bed with a satisfied grin, grateful for the night's memories even as he cradled his aching head. “Tomorrow, the S.S. Anne sets sail for Kanto,” he mumbled to himself, his eyelids heavy and struggling to stay open. “I’ll show those fools on board just how strong I am. They’ll be begging me to join their pathetic little crews.” His voice trailed off as the weight of exhaustion overwhelmed him. With that, he slumped back against the bed, drifting off into a deep, dreamless sleep, completely unaware of the challenges that awaited him. --- The next morning, Blue jolted awake, a pounding headache clawing at his temples. Panic washed over him as he glanced at the clock, his eyes widening in horror—the S.S. Anne was set to depart in less than an hour, and he was nowhere near ready. The remnants of last night's revelry swirled in his mind, making his stomach churn as he scrambled to gather himself. “Arceus, no!” he cursed, scrambling to his feet and hastily gathering his belongings. He threw on his clothes and bolted out the door, nearly colliding with a group of startled Pidgey as he sprinted toward the Viridian City docks. The S.S. Anne was the premier luxury cruise ship that traversed the Pokémon world, and he had been looking forward to this voyage for weeks. It was his chance to showcase his skills to trainers from all over, and he couldn't afford to miss it. Weaving through the bustling streets of Celadon, Blue’s heart pounded as he neared the port. By the time he reached the docks, he was a disheveled mess, but the sight of the gangway spurred him on. Just as he was about to board, he collided with a tall, elegant woman, nearly knocking her off her feet. “Out of my way!” Blue snapped, his arrogance drowning out any trace of courtesy. “I can’t be late for this!” The woman, unfazed by his rudeness, met his gaze with a calm, steady look. Dressed in a long black coat with fur-trimmed cuffs, her blonde hair cascaded down her back in soft waves. Her gray eyes shimmered with wisdom, conveying an air of authority that made Blue hesitate, but desperation to reach the ship overtook his caution. “Move it!” he growled, trying to push past her, but she stood her ground, unwavering as a mountain. He stumbled backwards, glaring at her. “Move out of my way!” he snapped, his tone dripping with entitlement. “Can’t you see I’m in a hurry?” The woman’s expression remained serene, almost amused. Without a word, she turned to the ticket master and gestured to the ship, signaling for the departure to proceed. Blue watched in horror as the gangway was pulled away, and the S.S. Anne’s horn blared as it began to depart. Rage boiled within him. He whirled on the mysterious woman, fists clenched. “What do you think you’re doing?” he shouted, drawing the attention of nearby onlookers. “Do you have any idea who I am? I’m the greatest Pokémon trainer in all of Kanto, and you just cost me my chance at becoming the Champion!” The woman’s gray eyes met his, her gaze steady and unwavering. “I am Cynthia,” she said, her voice soft yet firm. “And you, Blue, have much to learn about respect and manners.” His face twisted with fury as he reached for a Poké Ball at his belt. “If you think you can just waltz in and ruin my plans, you’ve got another thing coming! I challenge you to a Pokémon battle, right here, right now!” he shouted, confidence boiling over. Her lips curled into a slight smile, calm and unwavering. She raised a single hand, silencing his outburst. “Very well,” she replied, her tone almost playful but with an underlying authority. “But if you lose, I get to teach you some manners. You’ll do as I say until you’ve learned respect. Understood?” “And if I win?” he shot back, fire in his eyes. She paused, a gleam of interest in her gaze. “I travel the world to research Pokémon legends,” she said, her voice calm yet firm. “Along the way, I’ve caught many rare Pokémon. If you defeat me, you may choose one of them as your prize.” "Fine by me," he sneered, he replied, already picturing his victory. With a flick of her wrist, Cynthia released her formidable Garchomp. The crowd gasped, recognizing the power of her Dragon-type Pokémon. “Garchomp, let’s show them what we can do,” she said confidently. “I only need one Pokémon to defeat you.” Blue summoned his trusted Eevee, brimming with misplaced confidence. “Let’s show her what we’ve got, Eevee!” he shouted, and the battle began. “Eevee, use Quick Attack!” he commanded, his voice filled with excitement. But Garchomp moved with a speed that took Blue by surprise. “Dodge it, Garchomp!” Cynthia instructed, her tone calm and collected. The Dragon-type evaded effortlessly, then leapt forward with a gleam in its eyes. “Garchomp, use Rock Smash!” she called out. With a powerful strike, Garchomp’s Rock Smash hit Eevee, sending it crashing to the ground, fainted in an instant. Cynthia gave a small nod, her expression firm but understanding. “It's super effective,” she noted with a calm smile. “And a good reminder to always be prepared, Blue.” He clenched his teeth, anger flashing in his eyes. “Eevee, return!” “This isn’t over yet! Go, Spearow!” Blue shouted, throwing his next Poké Ball with fierce determination, eager to reclaim his pride. “Spearow, use Peck!” he commanded, his voice tinged with desperation as doubt began to creep in. But Cynthia remained unfazed, her demeanor as steady as ever. “Garchomp, use Stone Edge!” she ordered, her tone calm and authoritative. With remarkable precision, Garchomp unleashed a barrage of sharp stones that struck Spearow mid-flight. The impact was brutal, sending Spearow spiraling down to the ground. “Super effective,” she remarked coolly as Spearow fell, unconscious. “You see, Blue, it’s not enough to rely on strength alone. You must also understand your Pokémon and their capabilities.” Blue’s face twisted in frustration as he recalled Spearow. “Spearow, return!” he shouted, his anger boiling over. He couldn't fathom how swiftly his Pokémon had been taken down. The thought of losing was unbearable. “You’re up, Sandshrew!” he yelled, trying to reignite his dwindling confidence as he sent out his next Pokémon. He clenched his fists, determined to turn the tide. “Sandshrew, use Swift!” he commanded, hoping to land a hit and regain the upper hand. Cynthia, however, remained unfazed. “Garchomp, evade and use Aqua Tail!” she instructed, her voice steady and composed. Garchomp moved with astonishing agility, its tail glowing with swirling water energy before it struck Sandshrew head-on. The powerful Water-type attack overwhelmed the little Ground-type, sending it crashing to the ground. “And… it’s super effective!” She teased, a slight smile curving her lips. “Remember, Blue, even the smallest of Pokémon can be formidable with the right training.” Frustration coursed through his veins. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go! He recalled Sandshrew, his confidence faltering but his resolve still intact. “You’ll see—I won’t lose! Rattata, let’s finish this!” he declared, throwing out his next Poké Ball with renewed determination. “Rattata, use Hyper Fang!” he yelled, his voice ringing with fierce conviction. But Cynthia stood unwavering, her calm confidence infuriating Blue even more. “Garchomp, Rock Smash!” she called out, and with a powerful leap, Garchomp crashed into Rattata, sending it sprawling and fainting on impact. “Super effective,” she noted, her expression unyielding. “It seems you’re still not getting the message, Blue.” As he stared at the battlefield littered with his defeated Pokémon, disbelief washed over Blue, quickly replaced by a surge of rage. The crowd watched in stunned silence, their excitement fading as Cynthia stood tall, Garchomp at her side, the undisputed victor. With a calm smile, she nodded at her Pokémon. “Return, Garchomp,” she said, recalling her dragon into its Poké Ball with a flick of her wrist. The dismissal felt like a slap to Blue’s pride, and he could feel the weight of humiliation settling heavily on his shoulders. “I told you, Blue,” Cynthia said, her voice smooth yet firm, “one Pokémon was all I needed.” The words struck him like a physical blow. “What do you mean, 'one Pokémon'?” he shot back, desperately clinging to the remnants of his bravado. “You got lucky!” Cynthia stepped closer, her expression unreadable as Blue braced himself for her next words. “Well, young man,” she said, her authority undeniable, “it seems you have much to learn. As I mentioned before, you will now do as I say until you’ve learned some manners.” Before he could react, her hand grasped his wrist firmly. With an unyielding grip, she began to lead him away, much like a mother guiding a stubborn child. “No excuses,” she continued, her tone brooking no argument. “From this moment on, you’re under my tutelage. I’ll teach you the value of manners and respect, whether you like it or not.” Blue’s heart sank at the realization of what this meant. He had been bested in front of a crowd, and now he was bound to her will, forced to confront the flaws that had led to his downfall. With a resigned sigh, he trudged alongside her, shoulders slumped, his once unshakeable confidence shattered. As they walked away, she held his wrist firmly, guiding him like a mother leading an unruly child. Blue felt a swirl of dread and curiosity about the challenges that lay ahead. Would he ever reclaim the confidence that had once defined him? One thing was certain: his life was about to change in ways he had never anticipated.

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

New story that will be a series of scenes between a married couple - Mike and Roxy. I haven't written recreationally in years so hopefully the rust isn't too bad. Enjoy. Chapter 1 (Shopping Trip) “Can’t we just wait for the Amazon box to show up? It says its supposed to be here tomorrow.” I said to her, with a hint of desperation. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.” The blue BMW lurched into a parking stall. She sighed as she put it into park and spoke to me slowly and calmly, not unlike a preschool teacher talking to an unruly toddler. “Mike, you’ve pointed that about five times now, and like I said the four previous times, you’re almost out of pull-ups - you had 2 left and I think we both know you’re going to go through more than two today” she laughed to herself. I blushed. “Besides, we need things at the house too." she tried to reassure me. "It’ll be fine.” As we got out of the car I looked at my reflection trying to see if the Pull Up I had on was obvious through my track pants. The rather tight fit didn’t offer too much to the imagination and the square shaped butt was going to make it painfully obvious to anyone who had ever had or been around a toddler what I was wearing. “We can’t go in here,” I said, “Roxy, please…let’s just go out later.” She grabbed my hand, and kissed the top of my head. “Baby, it’s going to be fine. I’m here with you.” I grinned a little as she squeezed my hand. “Do you need a change before we go in?” “No,” I said a little too proudly, “I’m dry.” “Call me skeptical,” She looked at me half exasperated. “Im serious,” I stammered. “I haven’t had an accident.” “Well forgive me,” she said in mock outrage, “especially given your current potty training um, issues, as of late….please baby? let’s take a look.” I didn’t have a choice really as it turned out; with that she patted my butt and squeezed my crotch as we stood next to the car. I knew where this was going and hoped nobody was around; she pulled the back of my pull up back and looked down. She had a somewhat shocked look when our eyes met as she let my pants snap back int place. “Wow baby, good job, you kept your pants clean all morning!” She patted my butt a couple times. “I’m proud of you.” It never gets normal hearing things like that as a 30 something, normal if somewhat lazy male. We walked into Target, her still holding my hand, and we grabbed a cart. She put her purse in the child seat and we began walking around the store. After loading up at the grocery section, we ended up in the baby aisle. “You know,” she said, seemingly bedazzled by the bright colors of diaper packages adoring the aisles, “we need to get some more wipes too.” She walked over and put a box of Pampers wipes in the cart, and then we were in front of the training pants section. “Any preference?” She asked “Boy or girl?” “For the record,” she continued, “I think the purple and pink is cute on you.” Jesus I thought. What a weird world I live in. “Let’s just go with that. People are less apt to think they’re well, you know, uh…” “For you?” She grinned and patted my butt. “Yeah” I laughed, if only at the absurdity alone. “Exactly.” I grabbed a box of the XL girls version and put it in the cart. “Ok, let’s get out of here,” I said. “God you’re paranoid,” she shook her head. “Just chill the fuck out. Nobody cares. Nobody knows.” “You’re just saying that,” I huffed. “You can totally tell.” “Easy mister,” she stopped the cart. “What’s gotten into you?” “I just want to go home.” “Nobody cares about your diapers. Quit throwing a tantrum, Jesus Christ." Silence set in and we began walking toward the self-checkout line. Thankfully at this hour, it was totally dead, and the only other live person around was some disinterested looking twenty something standing around paying no mind to anything of the surrounds. We paid and were out in the parking lot. almost to the car. Home free. “Roxy? Mike?” I looked over. God no, just who I didn’t want to see. It was Catalina, one of Roxy’s closer friends. “Hey, it is you!” She pushed her cart over and the two of them began chatting. The dynamic wasn’t unlike two moms chatting while the toddler waits impatiently. “Ah Mike, still having potty problems I see.” That snapped me out of my daze. She was looking at the box of Goodnites in the cart. “I uh, I don’t need them. Those aren’t for me.” She grinned. “Sure they aren’t. Just like you didn’t need a diaper change last week when you pooped your pants at my house. It magically cleared up eh?” “Y..yeah.” I was at a loss. I didn’t want to say anything. I wanted to just hide. I just wanted to cry really - but I peed instead. So much for not needing these, I guess. At least I didn't shit my pants. “Oh, if only that were true” Roxy pulled me next to her, rubbing my shoulder. “Well speaking of, you should come over this weekend - it’s finally pool weather again.” “I’d love to,” Catalina smiled. “It’d be nice to get my tan on.” “Great!” Roxy said in a perky yelp. “Well, I think this one is tired. He didn’t sleep a lot last night and he’s been in a bad mood all day. We’re going to go put him down for a nap. But yes - we’ll see you this weekend!” They hugged. Catalina hugged me too. “Bye Mike,” she patted my butt. “See you soon. And Roxy?” “Yeah?” “I think Mike needs a diaper change” She chuckled. “I worked in a daycare long enough to know what a wet diaper feels like.” Roxy looked at me disappointed, “Michael…” she repeated her earlier diaper check, only this time not finding it so dry. “Well, it’s not too wet, you’ll be fine until we get home.” My face exploded with red embarrassed heat. The girls laughed. We put our purchases in the car and began driving home. We drove back mostly in silence. We went inside and I was going to just sit on the couch and sort of beautifully do nothing. Roxy had other ideas. “Mike, I think you need a nap. You’ve been surly all day.” “I’m fine,” I brushed her off. “I dont need naptime.” “Baby,” She sat down next to me. “We all need naps sometime. Come on. Don’t be difficult.” She stood up and helped me up and we walked back to the bedroom. She had a pull up and wipes laid out. “Let’s get you changed before your nap.” I hopped up onto the bed and laid back. She pulled my pants off and then ripped the pull ups’ sides and wiped me clean with the newly purchased Pampers wipes. She pulled a new, fresh pull up up my legs and over my butt. She patted my crotch when she was done. “There, much better, I’m sure.” she said as I sat up. I stood up and she pulled back the blankets and tucked me in. “Now I’m giong to finish a little bit of cleaning but I’ll be joining you soon baby. Roxy is Ti Ti too” she said in a way a mom talks to a small child. I laughed and curled into the blanket, falling asleep in the afternoon sun as she turned out the lights.

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An Anonymous commission. Enjoy. “Happy Anniversary!” Mikey said from the dining table, seeing his girlfriend of one year walk out of the bedroom. “Happy Anniversary!” Lilith said with a smile, not hesitating to help herself to a cup of coffee that Mikey had brewed earlier. “Got any big plans for us today?” “Uh, hadn’t really thought that far. But I do have something that I have been trying to build the courage to tell you…” Mikey said, looking down at his coffee in an attempt to avoid eye contact. “Oh, cool,” Lilith said, grabbing her coffee and joining him at the table. “What's up?” “Umm, I’ve got something that I’ve been meaning to tell you…I just…” Mikey started. “It’s okay. You can tell me anything. Besides, there's something that I should probably tell you too,” Lilith said, taking a sip of her coffee as she gazed into Mikey’s hazel eyes. “Really?” Mikey asked, shooting up with excitement. “Yea, but you first,” Lilith said, grabbing her boyfriend's hand. Mikey sat up a little, as if preparing to give some kind of public speech. “Ok- uh…” He started. “I uh- have a kink that I am really into and…” Mikey paused. He could feel his stomach churning with nerves as he tried to muster the courage to say it. “It’s okay, sweety. You can tell me anything,” Lilith said, smiling at him from across the table with her deep, mossy green eyes. Mikey couldn’t help but let out a smile as he felt butterflies in his stomach. “I’m an…ABDL…” He said, letting out a quick sigh. “What's that?” Lilith said, playing dumb. She had known for quite awhile now, having scrolled through the contents of his phone while he was asleep, but had decided that it wasn’t fair to call him out on it. It was something that he needed to feel comfortable admitting. Admittedly, it was also something that she was really into. Being unable to conceive children herself, she had always fantasized about finding a man to fill that hole for her. Mikey blushed, feeling beyond embarrassed. “Like…baby stuff…” He started. Lilith smiled. “Oh! Is that it?” She said practically gleaming. “What all does that entail?” “Um-” He gulped, feeling his leg frantically bounce under the table. “I like to be babied…use diapers…play with toys…” “Oh my gosh! That's so cute!” Lilith said, quickly getting up from the table to run over and give Mikey a big hug. She pulled him in close, tightly squeezing him as she started to imagine the possibilities. “Phew…that's a huge weight off my back,” Mikey said, looking emotionally drained from the anticipation. “So what's your secret?” “Well…” Lilith started. “Remember how I said I work remotely?” “Yea?” Mikey said. “That's not entirely true…” She started. “You see, the thing is…I’m actually a Witch,” She said, pausing to gauge his reaction. Mikey scoffed as he rolled his eyes. “Oh I see, haha!” He said in a raised voice, quickly getting up from his chair. “You think this is a big joke, don’t you?” Lilith was taken aback, unsure how to process what her boyfriend was saying. “No, I’m serious…” She started. “I’m a witch. I don’t work remotely because I am able to use my magic to make sure that we live a comfortable life,” Mikey threw his hands into the air. “What a fucking joke!” He shouted. “I just told you my biggest fucking secret. Something I am extremely embarrassed about, and you come back saying that you're some kind of made up fantasy character?” “I’m not making this up, Mikey,” She said, still standing next to the chair he had been seated in. “God, you’re such a bitch, Lilith!” Mikey shouted. Lilith said nothing. Mikey stared at her waiting for a response, but it didn’t come. Instead, she slowly turned herself around, and made her way towards the kitchen, opening one of the back cabinets and reaching into the back to pull out what looked like some old twig. “Oh great! At least we’ll get to role play your little witch fantasy, even though I just nearly had a panic attack telling you about my deepest desires!” Mikey yelled. Lilith ignored him, and gave the wand a quick flip and a swoosh as she muttered something under her breath. Mikey froze for a second, starting to feel a little tingly. Unsure of what had just happened. The tinglin stopped for a moment, and he prepared himself to call Lilith out on her BS again, when he suddenly felt a breeze on his legs. He looked down, quickly realizing his pants and socks were gone. His stomach sank as the tingly feeling returned, quickly growing and spreading its way through his body in every direction. He glanced up at Lilith for help, only to see her smiling back at him as he looked down in horror only to see his leg hair begin to vanish from the top down. Soon the tingly feeling spread to his arms, his chest, his face, all while he watched the hairs on his body disappear only to finally feel his beard fade into nothing as well. “Lilith!” He tried to call out, only to hear the word “Mommy,” instead. He tried to take a step forward, only to trip over thin air and end up on the floor, where he now felt the familiar comfortable feeling of a soft, Peekabu diaper wrapped around his waist. He looked down to confirm his suspicions, only to see the included black onesie that now covered his body, snuggly holding the diaper to his groin. “Mommy!” He heard himself say again as he tried to call out to his girlfriend. He felt the tears quickly build up in his eyes and couldn’t fight them for long before they began to overflow. He began to loudly weep as he struggled with what was happening to the reality around him. Tears streamed down his face as his nose started to clog with snot as his weeps gradually grew louder and louder. He felt himself start to pee. Flooding the soft, dry diaper that had magically found its way around him as the warm liquid spread around his boy parts. Lilith watched for a few minutes as the magic took its effect. She was beyond ecstatic and could barely hold herself together as she watched her once manly boyfriend break down into tears as he lost what little control he had over his life. It wasn’t until he let out a third call for his Mommy that she finally decided to step in. She stuffed the wand down into her sock as she made her way over to Mikey. “Shhhh,” She started. “It’s okay, baby. Mommy is here,” She cooed as she ran her hand through his hair. Mikey sniffled as he continued to cry, slowly looking up at her. “Was happen’n Mommy?” He said as tears rolled down his face. “Mommy didn’t like your attitude, so she decided you needed an attitude adjustment,” She said, helping him sit up as she wiped the tears from his eyes. “You’re gonna be Mommy’s little boy for a bit, okay? Just like you always wanted!” Mikey reached out for a hug, which Lilith gladly accepted, using the opportunity to lift him off the ground and carry him on her waist. “Maybe if you are a good little boy for Mommy for a week or so, we can give you some control back, okay?” Mikey nodded his head as he sucked some of the snot back in his nose. She carried him into his office, which was really just his man cave. His massive tower PC sat on his desk, back lit by way too many RGB LEDs. “Oh dear, this is all too much for a little baby like you,” Lilith said. Holding Mikey up with one arm, she bent over just enough to grab her wand out of her sock and gave it another quick swoosh through the air. A trail of sparkles lit up the wall as they made their way around the room, instantly transforming everything they touched. The walls turned white, with shiplap paneling on the bottom. Baby blue planes and clouds covered the top half. The desk turned into a fully stocked changing station covered in little cartoon animals. A massive adult sized crib appeared, alongside shelves and chests overflowing with stuffed animals and toys. Everything Lilith would need to take care of her little Mikey. Mikey’s eyes lit up with excitement as he watched the transformation. The little sparkles of light danced around the room effortlessly, completing the magical transformation before returning to the tip of Lilith’s wand, disappearing as quick as they had come. Lilith smiled as she watched Mikey’s face, knowing that this was exactly what he wanted. “Why don’t we have a little more fun while we're at it?” She said with a smirk, giving her already massive breasts a quick tap with her wand before returning it to her sock. Mikey’s mouth opened wide as Lilith’s breasts began to inflate. Quickly outgrowing their usual size and fulfilling his wildest dreams. His eyes stayed locked on her breasts as Lilith smiled down at him. “Milky! Milky!” He shouted. “What's that dear?” Lilith teased. “I want Mommy Milky!” He shouted, now trying to use his hands to pull her shirt down. “Okay, calm down, baby,” She said, gently carrying him over to the newly found rocking chair, and taking a seat. She laid him out across her chest as she pulled her shirt off, letting her two massive breasts plop out. Mikey instantly used his hands to grab a hold of one, guiding it to his mouth as he latched on, almost instantly starting to suckle. He felt the warm, sweet milk hit the tip of his tongue as his mind instantly melted away. Forgetting everything that had happened leading up to this moment. He continued to suckle, pulling in a mouth full of warm milk as he could feel his stomach rumble. “That's it. Drink up, my little prince,” She cooed, running her hands through his hair. Without warning, he felt his bowels open as he pushed a big mound of poo into the back of his diaper, feeling it spread across his soft cheeks as he continued to suckle on his Mommy’s boobs. He could feel the mess spread as more continued to come out, only making him happier with each passing second. It was all more than he could ever have hoped for. His cock now throbbed, pushing against his soiled diaper as he shifted to leverage it against his Mommy. He began to hump. Pushing his hips up against his Mommy as he felt his wet, mushy diaper rub against his sensitive parts. Lilith got up, holding Mikey against her breast as he continued to suck. She carried him over to his changing station and laid him out before pulling her breast away. “Look at you. You’re so cute,” Lilith said, using her thumb to wipe away the excess milk on the sides of his mouth. “Why don’t we get this icky little diappy off of you? Hmmm?” She cooed, moving to unbutton the snaps of his onesie as she exposed his soiled diaper. Mikey let out a soft moan as Lilith untaped his diaper, exposing his rock hard shaft to the brisk air. “My my,” Lilith said. “I think someone is a little excited about all of these new things”. She said, proceeding to wipe him down, cleaning up the icky mess as Mikey’s cock throbbed with each delicate wipe. She slid a fresh diaper under him, before she proceeded to coat his member in baby powder, dumping a rather generous amount on before slowly working her hand towards his shaft. “Does someone want to make cummies?” Lilith teased, running her fingers up his shaft. Mikey violently shook his head as he felt her delicate touch. “Yes!” “Mmmm, I don’t know…” Lilith teased, still slowly running her finger up and down his throbbing cock. “Pwease, Mommy!” Mikey shouted, throwing his hands down softly in a pouting motion. Lilith did hesitate. She quickly wrapped her hands around his little cock as she started to stroke it. Gentle at first, but she gradually gained speed as she watched her new little boy whimper on the table before her. “You're such a cute little baby boy,” She cooed, looking down at him with a smile. “Such a good little boy too”. Mikey whimpered as he felt himself already approaching a climax. Lilith could tell, but it's what she wanted. “That's it baby, make cummies for Mommy,” She said. “Cum for Mommy, sweetie”. Mikey’s cock twitched violently as he shot out several spurts of cum as Lilith continued to stroke. “Good boy!” She cooed, watching his cum pile up on his tummy. “You make Mommy so proud, do you know that?” Mikey was too out of it to respond. Trapped in a world of ecstasy for a moment as his deepest wishes had all come true at once. “On second thought, we should get you a nice warm bath to wash off in,” She said, giving his tummy a quick wipe before lifting his powered butt off the table and setting him on the rug in the center of the room. She opened one of the chests, pulling out a bin of hot wheels and set it in front of him. “You play with these for a bit while Mommy goes and gets a bath started for you,” Lilith said. Mikey instantly dove his hands into the box, dumping the cars everywhere with little care for much else in the world. This was exactly what he wanted. Did you enjoy the story? Want to read the next couple of chapters early without waiting? Check out my Patreon!

I stared at the generic airplane seat in front of me, completely fascinated by the cheap, plastic molding that highlighted the cheap Android video player in the back of it. It's clearly pictured, 2D airplane icon not even a quarter of the way into its journey dragged on as I steadily lost my cool. The bumpy plane ride continued into the dead of the night as my entire soul screamed internally with frustration and dread. Four whole hours the flight had been delayed, and that was on top of the 5 hours we had already spent at the airport after a long, mentally draining two week trip with Silvia’s parents. They’d dropped us off early out of necessity which had been fine, before realizing it was one of the busiest airports I think I’d ever set foot in. Instantly I felt overwhelmed. I felt as though I had been in fight or flight response for nearly 10 hours now, and I knew that wouldn’t be ending soon. The rest of the plane ride aside, once we landed would be an entire ordeal of its own. Gathering bags, trekking it back to our car and starting the multi hour commute home was something I definitely wasn’t looking forward to. How was it that everyone loved to travel? This was the fucking worst. Silvia’s head rested on my shoulder as the plane bumped about, the turbulence only seeming to get worse. Her innate ability to fall asleep anywhere left me jealous…angry even. Not angry at her for being able to sleep, but rather angry at myself for being so flustered by this entire trip. I always seemed to have a way of talking myself into a headspace that just left me feeling frustrated and completely unable to cope. The exhaustion of the trip had long since set in, combined with the airport travel woes and over stimulation from the large social crowds we had spent most of the last two weeks in, it was easy to say I was over it. I tried to breath, taking deep breaths as I slowly closed my eyes, trying to tune out the loud, echoing noise that filled the airplane cabin as I let my mind drift. My fingers tapped with anticipation as I tried to think about anything that would calm me. Somewhere else I could put myself to make it through this plane ride. I suddenly found myself dreaming of being at home, quickling shifting it to a fantasy as I thought about what it would be like to be tightly tucked into a soft, plush crib where all of my needs were met. My wife Silvia fully attuned to the side of me she often ‘forgot’ about. “God, if I could just wake up in a soiled diaper, cuddling my stuffie…” I thought, opening my eyes as I turned my head to stare out the window at the dark storm clouds as I felt my cock harden slightly. I tried to break my thought, flexing my arm in an attempt to conceal my boner from any potential viewers. Though that was probably a complete waste of time since almost everyone aboard was either asleep, or lost in a pointless movie shown on the cheap tablets in front of them. I tried to shake my anxiety, letting myself indulge again as I slowly closed my eyes, relaxing my arm as I tried to build up my fantasy world. A fantasy in my own head wasn’t hurting anyone and it had actually started doing me some good. My mind wandered, adding details to the previous scene as I fantasized about being anywhere else. Somewhere where diapers were normal and my social anxiety was gone. Somewhere where all of my woes were gone. A bright light flashed from outside of the window as the plane violently shook, the sound of thunder instantly roaring just outside the cabin as my heart began to race. I looked around, expecting Silvia to have awoken, or at least someone in our same row but everyone had remained asleep. Surely at least a flight attendant had seen it, or even the captain? But there was nothing. My heart raced as I tightly gripped the arm rests, trying to relax myself as I let my head rest back against the seat. “Come on…Come on!” I thought, trying to reinvision the scene I had only previously created. A second bolt of lightning filled the night sky outside of the plane as the plane began to shake violently again, this time not stopping. My head whipped back around, sure that this was real as I scanned the crowd of people in their seats for any sign of alarment. “We’re experiencing some extreme turbulence ahead. If everyone can return to their seat and ensure their seatbelts are fastened,” The captain called out over the intercom. I let out a sigh, glad to at least not be going insane as my heart continued to race, Silvia’s head still resting gently on my shoulder as she remained completely unphased. I eased up my grip on the arm rests, still slightly holding on as I felt my stomach go crazy, unsure what to make of the violently shaking plane. I forced my eyes closed again, flooding my head with images of the fantasy world I had created, desperate to be anywhere but here as I felt myself being pulled back to reality with each shake. I clenched my eyes tighter, desperate to make it real when a third flash of light filled the outside world, blinding my vision as everything turned to white before a final loud crack filled the cabin. I tried to open my eyes, but everything was just white. A blinding sensation as my ears rang with static. Images of my fantasy started to flood my vision again as seconds turned to minutes, and minutes felt like eternity. The bright white eventually began to fade, my eyes slowly opening as bright beams of light danced their way around the loosely shut curtains in what appeared to be my room, but from an angle I was unfamiliar with. The soft confines of my bed felt squishier, and more plush? Something about my senses had to have been off. I rubbed my eyes, trying to help speed up their ability to adjust to the awkward light that was filling the room before opening them as my heart dropped a little. Long, thick bars separated me from the rest of the room as I suddenly realized I was where the dresser usually was, facing towards my usual bed with the dresser just next to it, though everything looked just slightly different. I reached out my arms, trying to grab onto the bars as I lifted myself slightly out of the bed before I felt the familiar feeling of a diaper, a damp one too, tightly fastened around my waist. The crinkle was a dead give away too, but the feeling on my skin ultimately had registered first. I looked down to confirm my suspicion before realizing I was entirely in baby mode. My diaper was tightly secured in place by my usual dinosaur onesie which had my usual pacifier clipped to its collar where it was easily at my disposal. A litter of my stuffed animals scattered the bedding with a bottle of milk half drunk tucked into one of the stuffed bear’s arms. My head was spinning as my heart raced. I was both excited and terrified. Was Silvia home? My mind returned to the bars, clearly making the distinction that I was in an adult sized crib now, but I didn’t own one of those. The bars towered up towards the ceiling creating what was effectively a prison cell rather than a crib. Sure I could scale it if I really needed to, but it was likely as tall as I was if I stood up. I continued to scan the room, unsure of what else to do as calling out for help seemed a little beneath me, though that mindset shifted fast. “Uh, Silvia?” I called out, unsure of what was happening? “You home?” Silence filled the room before I heard a slight shuffle somewhere out in the apartment. “Silvia?” I shifted towards the door which was only slightly cracked, waiting for Silvia to burst through the door in disgust but instead I was met by my cat strolling in through the door. “Whiskers!” I shouted almost impulsively, happy to see at least something of familiarity. In typical cat fashion, her sleekness easily allowed her to jump through the bars of the crib where her purrs filled the room with a calming energy as I gave her the attention she so much deserved. “What's going on? Where's Mommy?” I whispered to Whiskers in my usual voice, having always been able to refer to Silvia as the cat Mom which had always been my quiet way of calling her Mommy. Though, thinking about that now I’m not so sure she ever caught on to. Time slowly passed by as Whiskers curled up next to me in my self contained prison as I scanned around the bars, looking for any kind of release latch as surely there had to have been something. Though ultimately I couldn’t seem to find anything before giving up and collapsing back onto my padded butt. “Oh, Whisk-” I started, suddenly hearing a key in the front door. My heart suddenly started to race again. Did Silvia know I was here? Did she know I was like this? What was the appropriate response? “Uh, Silvia?” I called out timidly, feeling completely uncertain. There was a lot of commotion outside of the room, almost as if Silvia had just come back from the store but that didn’t seem to fit. We usually always did the grocery shopping together. “What did you just call me?” Her sweet, gentle voice called out in a seemingly surprised sense of tone. Her footsteps soon stumbled towards the room before I was quickly relieved by the sight of her just as I remembered as she entered the room. “I think that's at least a couple of spankings,” I stared at her puzzled, completely caught off guard by her commitment to my current predicament as she had never embraced this side of me until now. “Don’t look at me like that. You know exactly what you did,” She said, lowering the crib gate. “Uh-” I started, before being quickly cut off. “Oh no, mr,” She said firmly, helping me out of the crib. “I don’t want to hear any excuses. Lay on the bed, Mommy is going to change you and then I think we’ll try a bar of soap instead,” I had no idea what was happening. Where did this crib come from? Why was Silvia so suddenly involved in babying me? Silvia grabbed a diaper off the shelf under my crib before quickling grabbing a bottle of baby powder off a nearby shelf and returning to the bed. “Are you trying to get in double trouble, mr?” She said, setting the stuff down on the bed. “Lay back,” Slowly, I did as she said, both nervous and excited to get what would be my actual first diaper change from her and yet somehow it didn’t seem like that was the case. She quickly got to work as if she’d done this a million times, unbuttoning the snaps between my onesie as she rolled it up slightly towards my chest revealing my yellow stained diaper covered in little cartoon characters that she effortlessly removed the tapes, pulling the diaper back to expose my bare, naked flesh. I had always imagined I’d be rock hard if Silvia ever changed my diaper, but somehow it was all too much. I still was so unsure about what was happening that it just didn’t feel right. She mindlessly wiped around my crotch as if she’d done it before, cleaning all of the little crooks and crannies around my testicles before pulling out the old, and sliding in the new diaper which she quickly sprinkled with powder and taped up. She crumbled up the old diaper, holding it tightly as she carried it to a nearby diaper genie before returning to snap up my onesie again and help me off the bed. “Now, you can take your spankings or sit in timeout. Which one will it be?” Silvia asked, slightly tidying up the inside of my crib. “Well?” “I-” I started, feeling as though I was in a dream. “You know if you don’t pick one, Mommy is going to make you do both,” Silvia insisted. “Is this- real?” I stuttered. “Haha,” Silvia let out unenthusiastically. “If the next words out of your mouth aren’t timeout or spanking, Mommy is going to make you do both with a bar of soap in your mouth,” Her voice was genuine. Even her character. She was behaving exactly as she would aside from the obvious babying of me. Her words, her tone, even her ability to cut through my crap…it was all too real. “Ti- timeout?” I stuttered, trusting that this was genuine and Silvia would surely follow through on her word. “Right, off you go then,” She said, gesturing towards the door. “Uh- where?” I said stupidly, but genuinely wasn’t sure where I was expected to sit through my timeout. “Stop playing dumb or I’ll double it,” She said, pushing through the door into the living room. I quickly stumbled after her, surprised to find the living room barely changed with the exception of a small stool that sat in the corner that I could only imagine was supposed to be my intended destination. I slowly made my way before awkwardly sitting down on a stool that was definitely undersized for me, but maybe that was the point? I stared out into our home as Silvia worked to put the groceries away in the kitchen, still in view as I tried to look for any shifted details, which much like the bedroom there seemed to be a few. “I’m not starting the timer till you're facing the wall!” Silvia called out from across the house, making eye contact with me. I awkwardly turned myself around, facing into the corner as I tried to process what could possibly be happening. Was I dreaming? Was I dead? Time dragged on for what seemed like close to an hour. Truely a horrible way to spend my time but I didn’t dare test this alternative reality Silvia as I knew how hard of a line she usually drew. “Timeouts over, sweetie,” Silvia's voice echoed out from what I knew as her office. Her voice was quickly followed by her presence as she rounded the corner, greeting me with a smile as I spun back around, lifting my slightly sore butt off the extremely undersized stool I had just spent the better part of an hour on if I had to guess. “Did we learn something?” She asked. I stared at her in disbelief, still unsure what was going on. Was there really a learning objective to timeout? “What do you call me?” She said, seeing the obviously confused look on my face. “Mommy?” I said quietly, feeling as though I was about to be chastised for even suggesting it. “Good job!” She cooed, further throwing me off guard as I had never even thought about what that might sound like from her. “Jaydn and his Mommy should be here in another hour or two, so can you make sure your play area in the room and your crib is picked up and ready for Jaydn to stay the night?” Jaydn? My mind now completely lost as she tried to tell me that one of my best friends would shortly see me and my room. 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Hello! i’m miles, i’m 18(19 in october!), and i’m a trans boy with no surgeries. i’m also bi! i’m a baby/little(my little ages are 1-5y/o)! my little space is sfw and nsfw, but i prefer sfw!! i wear diapers:). i LOVE bluey, sharks and adventure time! i have audhd, bpd, and rlly bad anxiety.. and i smoke oui’d for it!!! i would rlly love to talk to like minded ppl and meet in person eventually! pls contact me by email!!: munchinburritos@gmail.com lolz i love burritos:3

Looking for a mommy in SoCal 😊 trying to get myself out there 😊

Hello everyone, this is a new story I'm writing, picking some suggestions from a previous topic I made and of course some personal details. I want to try to do something new and try writing with Points of View characters, I want to check out if I'm capable of giving different inner voices to different personalities. I'll be starting with two, might add more in the future. Some details. 1 - My stories feature Mini-Giantess and extremely short men, so if you don't like that please feel free to ignore this thread. 2 - This story is set in a world similar to Earth but just not it, just to avoid me the struggle of being consistent with education laws of a specific country. I know nobody would care about that but I would ENJOY! NOEMI I She couldn't believe she was finally out of that stinkhole of a place its inhabitants call a town. She was entering University, and in a large city at that! Finally no more meeting the same 3 people everyday, finally she could go dancing, she could go to the theatre, she could go to concerts, ANYTHING. Hell, if she wanted she cou- THOMPH! "Wa-was I hit by a truck?" Noemi wasn't a small gal. Not even for girls standards. Yes, women were indeed usually a 2 or 3 feet taller than men, but standing at 7'9 she was ESPECIALLY tall, even more so for someone who was 18. Most women don't stop growing until they are 30, but have a severe deceleration at 25; doctors have however predicted her probably not to stop before reaching 9 feet at the very least, making her one of the tallest women in the world. She looked down at the man who she hit. He was probably around her age or a bit older. It was always hard to say with men, considering their facial features don't change much after reaching the age of 20 and keep being basically the same until their late 40s. She helped him getting up, he was quite chubby and about average in height, not taller than 3'7. "I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention, I was just marveling at this place! It's huge!" he scraffled the dust away from his own body and then talked. "No worries, mate. It was my fault to pass in the women's corridor, I was kinda in a hurry and well..." "Noemi." she said firmly, shaking his hand. "George!" "Nice to meet you George! You said a WOMEN's corridor?" "Ay! It's for men's safe to have them separated, to avoid specifically what has just happened to us ahah!" "Yes. That's correct. And you should have known better, Mister." a deep womanly voice came from behind's Noemi's shoulders. It was an older woman, probably around 28 or 30, quite short for a gal, around 6'8, but the authoritative composure, the way she was dressed, accompanied by her frowning made her look twice as large. Noemi had seen her face when online when she was applying to the University. She was one of the assistant of one of her professors. "S-sorry Mrs. Flennigan, it-it won't happen anymore." he excused himself sheepishly, looking down. "I'm sure it won't. Or else." <Quite stern.> Noemi thought, but realized that probably men had been trampled over before this ruling was established. <Poor George.> "So... I'm going to my place. See you around I guess. Try not to die?" she said as she was leaving. Why the hell did she say that!? It was so unnecessary! Well, what was done was done. She walked off throughout the immense chambers of the University. What George said was true. She noticed there were a dark red path, burgundy coloured and a baby blue one, each going to different directions, but both reaching the various classes. The burgundy one was the one that was made for women, and it was noticeable. While the classrooms were common for everyone, there was no necessity for men's roofs to be as tall as those for women, so the baby blue corridors were much less high in order to save money to construct the building. Noemi had read that many Universities were built like that ever since they started allowing both men and women studying together. She kinda wanted to sneak in into the baby blue corridor, seeing all the little guys together was kinda cute and she wanted to steal them, but it was not something you want to do on your first day. Eventually, she reached her room. As she entered, she saw her roommate. And more. "Hey gal! Woah you're gorgeous! You must be my new sister in arms, uh? Welcome to my coven, babe! How tall are you? Woah!" this woman was already way more energetic than she expected to find, but she didn't mind. In fact, she liked it. If there was one thing that Noemi didn't like in people was unfriendliness, and at least on a surface level this woman didn't seem to have that in her. "I'm tall... a lot ahah! I'm 7'9, but I'm aiming for the stars! I'm Noemi! Nice to meet you and... your friends?" she had three men sleeping in her bed with her. All cozed up around her body, they looked like puppies trying to heat themselves up around their mama-dog. "Laura, and yeah, those are my friends. I swear nothing indecent happened here. We just were watching a film together and they fell asleep, aren't they the cutest?" "I wouldn't have minded, y'all adults and free to do what you please." "Nono, we are just friends, I swear, but hey! I feel the same!" "Good, 'cause I'm planning to get some for myself ahahah!" Noemi wasn't the shiest person herself. She wasn't a nymphomaniac by any means, but she liked having erotic activities. Especially lactation. Ever since she started lactating it had become a huge kink for her. Her breasts were immense even for someone her size, and became even more engorged now that they were filled with milk. "Won't they get mad if you take men in your room though?" "Nah, as long as you're the one carrying them around, people don't really mind. So..." Laura gently got up and tidied her friends under the sheets, making sure not to wake them up. Now that she was standing, Noemi noticed that she was pretty big herself. She was 7'3 at the very least, but also very bulky; she definitely was in a fighting sport. "Let's get out of here; I wanna show you around."

Warning As with my previous stories, this one contains several elements inherent to the pre-established 'Diaper Dimension.' These include, but are not limited to: Diapers and their usage for their intended purpose Breastfeeding Non-consensual mental regression through various means (Including possible drugs, hypnosis, and/or surgery) References to surgery to achieve various nefarious goals Humiliation Giants, aka, Amazons or Bigs Predominantly female domination (some male) Babying of adults (perceived or otherwise) Experimentation on humans Kidnapping Coerced or manipulated actions through possible means of white lies, gas lighting, or incentives Mild language or use of explitives Depictions of death, illness, or handicaps Graphic imagery associated with any of these warnings This story has not been labeled as mature, due to a lack of specific references to anything overtly sexual, but this warning serves as a 'turn back' point for any readers who do not wish to read about the previous warnings. Lastly, this list is subject to change during the course of writing this story. While most of the plot is ironed out, more warnings may be added if needed. Hey everyone! To those who are new reading my stories, welcome, but for those of you returning, thank you and welcome back. I thought of this story a long time ago, and while it might have been and will be modified a bit from right now, it will likely still be one of my longest stories yet. There’s a lot that happens, so I hope everyone is ready for it. That being said, I want to take my time on this story, but I also don’t want to take months on it either. As such, I will likely be posting whenever I can, but that also means it could be sometime between every day and every three days. This story is more of a marathon, so I definitely don’t want to burn myself out with it. Next, I was hoping for a bit more of a landslide victory between my stories in the last poll I did, but I think there might just not have been enough time to really get everyone’s opinion on it. So, as this story (from personal messages to me and those publicly posted) edged over by one vote from the Boys Maturity School story, I have elected to go with this one instead. Additionally, I introduce a few concepts in here that will be necessary for a few of my future stories. Regardless, though, I will include the maturity story in the poll next chapter, so it might be next up, but again, I will leave that up to you all. For now, I hope everyone enjoys this first chapter of my next story! Chapter 1: A Calling of Mercy I am a proud Big Woman in the great country of Libertalia. I am a citizen of this government and I care about the Littles under my watchful eye in my current job. I am proud of the accomplishments of my society and that portal travel, long thought to be the subject of science fiction and the long-held dreams of madmen and scientists alike, was now a reality. It had been nearly a decade since they had opened them to Earth safely and our two societies were never better… or at least that’s how everything appeared for those not deeply involved in the system. I was one of those select group members that saw our shimmering society for the marvel that it was, but I was also one of the unfortunate souls who saw the underbelly of it as well. Five years in the Little Protection Services (LPS) with four of them being undercover with an anti-Littles group, gave me a boots-on-the-ground perspective that many of my friends and family lacked about our so-called ‘perfect’ society. So, disillusioned and fed-up with that type of approach, I quit and found a job more suited to my contributions to the world where I’ve been for the past five years. Still working with LPS and the Department of Littles Services (DLS), I was able to position myself as a hands-on advisor with Littles in the system. Not just any Littles though… no. These Littles were the lost, abused, damaged, or even just scarred scrapings of the seedy underside to Big society. My mother questioned my loyalty to Libertalia when I first joined in my consultation position that helped in the prosecution of other Bigs… I simply questioned her soul in private later that night. Harsh? Yes… but today was a prime example of the types of Littles I usually worked with and a reminder of why I had to still do my job. With rising levels of the Littles from Earth coming over here, often hoping to find a better life, instead, they were met with bigotry, infantilizing, scams, greed, or just straight-up abuse. Even after almost a decade total of seeing all this first-person since I first joined LPS initially and the Littles had first started arriving from Earth, it still broke my heart when I saw the quivering form of the curly blonde Little in the room in front of me now through the safety glass window in the door. “You found him where?” I questioned. The overall agent in charge of the raid that had found this Little was still mopping up their own original sting operation after busting a clinic-front for Littles. “Taysha…” Agent Shelly, one of my usual liaisons, answered briskly. “More than that… I can’t say… what I can though is in his file already. As usual…” “Right… one of those…” It was typical LPS and Libertalia bureaucracy by now, and Agent Shelly and I hated it, but knew we couldn’t do anything about it. There were a lot of good seeds in this still-fledgling organization, but due to the needs of the country and the maintenance of the treaty with Earth still, many operations were highly classified. Levels and severities varied, but there was always at least one hidden fact these days for perceived outsiders like me. I knew more because I used to be an LPS agent and maintained my clearance level, but still, so much was hidden away from me. “The clinic was posing as a safe haven for Littles in need of care down there… but it was just a front.” Agent Shelly sighed and rubbed the bridge of her bent nose, still present from a raid gone bad about three months ago now. “Good bust but still… it’s gonna take months just to sort out all the info that we found in that wretched place. You know how it is...” I nodded. For some reason, Agent Shelly seemed more affected by the relaying of the information than was usual from our previous interactions, and I could only imagine what they truly found that she wasn’t allowed to talk about. The advancement of our society’s leaps in technology were great, but it translated into a heavy toll on the amount of work that could be done to a Little just to make them ‘perfect’ in some shape or form to the right type of screwed-up Big. What little I could, I took solace in the fact that those odorous types of Big weren’t all of us. “So,” Agent Shelly said, returning more back to their original stiff upper lip posture I had come to expect with tough cases like these, “what I need from you is…” I quickly held up my hand to stop the agent. “First, remember, I need to see the Little before anything else. I need to see what I’m dealing with. You know that.” I saw that Agent Shelly seemed to want to assert their authority over me and order me around more than usual in this case, but like usual, I stuck firm. “Look… you’ve seen my results before. It’s a terrible situation with the Little, but I know what you need or at least what you need from the state of the Little in there. I’ll dig him or the answers out, or at least get you to the point where you all can eventually do that yourselves. Might take longer than just today, but let me see what we’re dealing with first…” Agent Shelly never liked waiting but as had almost become our little dance, she eventually just forcefully gestured to the door to the room and said nothing else. Seeing as I was getting my moment with the Little, I opened the door, grabbed his file again, and walked inside. In situations like these, it was hard not to remember back to my first case in the field shortly before I accepted the offer to join the undercover taskforce that would consume my life for the next four years while I was in LPS. * * * “Up ahead… on your right, Sophie,” Agent Aetos said as he crouched behind a corner wall leading to another hallway in this mostly abandoned, rusted, and stinking building in one of the swamps down in the state of Flosus. “Roger that, but I told you before… it’s Agent Beaufort,” I said plainly, slightly rolling my eyes over still being considered the rookie of the team, even though the agency only being a year old, everyone in LPS was still a rookie themselves. “Fair enough, rookie,” Agents Aetos responded half-heartedly. He had a knack for treating everyone else like a rookie that hadn’t been here since the beginning. It was stupid, but we all knew of the job we had to do, and that was our main priority… so I let it go. “Just keep your eyes open, Agent Beaufort,” Agent Deacon instructed from behind me. Agent Deacon, Astrid, was one of my better friends in the group. She had only been here a month more than me, but with the recent arrivals of thousands of new Littles from Earth, she had plenty of experience under her belt already. “On three,” Agent Aetos emphasized, a little annoyance in his voice coming through now. Astrid and I both nodded. “Okay… one… two… three!” His foot soon slammed into the nearby door, and it burst open. I wasn’t really sure what to expect in a run-down clinic operation like this, but what I saw next would haunt my dreams for years to come. “Oh, geez!” Agent Deacon quickly remarked. “The smell! It’s even worse than out here! How is that even possible?” I could even see Agent Aetos’ nose twitching as the smell soon hit me as well. It was rank and emanating from the room in front of us. I nearly dropped my gun, but after sputtering and nearly vomiting for a moment, I shook my head and followed Agent Aetos and Deacon inside. I didn’t have time to react to the combined smell of rot, feces, and vomit. I had to ensure my team would get out of here alive and that meant focusing on clearing the room ahead first. Inside, ten of the thirty cribs were filled with emotionless and filthy Littles. Stains littered the walls and the bedding for most of cribs, and five of them would have likely collapsed from their sheer neglect and already-rough shape. Looking above, I saw half-scribbled words in feces and vomit coated above the cribs. They spouted mostly nonsense, but a few read as, “Help!” “I’m Still Here” “Is God Even Here?” “Why” and many others. Some of the ones at the higher heights were discernable and bold, but going further down, spelling errors became more common. Likely, as the Little regressed, their frail limbs could reach as high to scrawl out the last thoughts of their dwindling minds. I didn’t want to but feeling an almost attraction to one of the cribs after seeing such filth and despair all around, I looked inside to the slightly squirming figure still there. I would never forget what I saw that some Bigs were capable of. Scars mixed in with fresh surgical wounds lined the tiny woman’s body near almost every joint. Multiple puncture marks dotted her arms, and from where her head was shaved, I could already see crescent-shaped scars as well. It was nothing good, but the look of blank glassy eyes staring mindless up at the ceiling informed me that I was looking at little more than a shell of a Little. I didn’t know anything about them, but they were so small… weak… helpless. My hatred of the true monsters of my own kind grew rapidly, and I despised the select Bigs that actually wanted to do these types of things to portal Littles. The Earthers… humans… were supposed to be our friends. Finding their world was a miracle on their planet as well as ours, but this… my head could scarcely begin to fathom it. This had never happened with our own Littles before, but it was a sobering reality check as to just why LPS had to exist in the first place. * * * I began to search out for more wounded Littles after that day, and to my utter shame, in the subsequent years, I had only found more Littles like that and the Bigs who had perpetrated the system in that way. I had vowed from that day on to find these Littles and show them what mercy looked like in this society. From my own experience, I knew that they just needed to find the right Big to hug them tight and love them to pieces. Not all of us were such monsters, but that’s where I came in. Littles needed to be classified in order to be placed right. No one would want a preschool Little being subjected to the same routine as a newborn level Little. I determined that distinction after pushing past their trauma and as a result, I knew that the Littles would go on to happier lives. So, knowing my task and looking at the Little before me, it was hard not to draw my own conclusions as to what had happened to him and what he would need now. Despite being cleaned up and dressed in a childish cutely dinosaur-themed hospital gown, his body still bore the brunt of the damage he had endured. Fresh bruises were evident on his body still, but I was at least grateful they were healing compared to the photos I was looking at in his file. Evident diapers and his passive rolling of a ball in front of him told me one story, but other aspects told me a deeper story. His head still showed signs of being shaved on one side, but a lack of scars there told me that his mentality might be intact from a physical point of view at the very least. Considering the little he had said since he was rescued, after reading that from his file, I wasn’t sure if he was otherwise mentally okay though. Scanning his file again, I saw where he had been picked up. Being found near the Gulf of Metzlum down in Taysha, I knew from my own experience that it was a hotspot for smuggling abducted Littles out of the country from. Bigs elsewhere in this country and the world could sometimes be the worst of the worst, and for them, smart Littles were never a high priority, buying or selling. Sadly, sellers often ‘prepped’ Littles to ensure higher profits and surgeries were the easiest way to go about that. It was despicable, but it was those types of messed up cases that I often found myself attending to, and if I had to take a guess, his rescue came only shortly before they actually went through with anything. Still, he had likely endured a lot, so, I slowly sat down on a little stool and smiled down to the despondent Little in front of me. “Hi there,” I said as joyfully but as straightforward as I could. Not knowing his mentality specifically, I knew I had to go slow and not assume anything. Coming off as too mature-sounding, and he might not understand me, but too much Little-talk and he could be insulted if he wasn’t mentally affected. Similarly, the room was decorated to also not be too mature or too babyish. Still, despite my caution, the Little continued to just roll the ball back and forth between his splayed-out and previously abused legs. Sighing, I looked at his file again to find his name, but he was just listed as a ‘John Doe.’ He had only been returned to back up here to Colorubrum due to the little information they could gleam from his mostly destroyed file during the raid. I knew it was going to be harder to communicate with him without a specific name, but I knew I had to try. Being often over-worked, if LPS deemed him a lost cause, this Little could be lost to the system forever. Deciding on a more personal approach, I went for my typical plan B. I quickly sat on the floor and smiled warmly at the Little in front of me. “My name is Sophia, but everyone just calls me Sophie. Do you have a name? I’m sure it’s a really good one.” The Little stopped passing the ball mindlessly around for a moment and looked at me briefly with sad and lost eyes. It was a look I had seen dozens of times before. They might not have performed any surgery on him, but if I was a betting woman, I would hazard a guess that he sadly couldn’t remember what his name was… probably couldn’t even remember much beyond a few weeks ago when his regression process had started. ‘Monsters…’ I hated Bigs that did that type of stuff to Littles, but I knew I had to set my own feelings aside for a moment. “Well, maybe we can pick out a new name later. For now, though… I might not know your name, but I bet you’re hungry. There’s even a cafeteria not that far from here.” The Little stirred for a moment, but quickly refocused on his ball. I wondered about the ball’s significance, but his tiny reaction to food told me that I was on the right path if nothing else. Some could have viewed the consumption of food as bribery to a Little, but I just felt it was more of the key that could unlock the myriad of locks holding them back from whatever initial trauma they had faced. In other words, it was more of a tool than a trick. “Do you want to go there?” I plainly asked. Again, the Little stirred, but seemed deathly afraid when he spotted the security camera inside. It took me a second to realize what he had seen specifically, but it also made sense knowing where he had come from. Distressingly, almost every Little holding facility now had security cameras and any escape attempt was severely punished if they were caught. Likely too caught up in his own regression, I knew it was possible that this Little thought he was still in a facility like the one he had just come from. “It’s okay buddy…” I sighed as he refused to budge still. “If you leave, I promise that you won’t be punished.” The Little stirred a bit more and to my delight after a moment, he finally looked me in the face and nodded. It was small, but it was something. “Wonderful!” I stood slowly and waited for the Little to stand as well. He took about a minute to get up fully, and I was even worried that that might have been beyond his capabilities, but he eventually made it all the way up. “Perfect. Just follow me and we’ll get something in your tummy before you know it.” The Little smiled, but just as they were taking their first step, I saw them wobble about and then quickly return to their starting position. ‘So, standing, yes. Walking… maybe not so much.’ I quickly offered my hand to them. “It’s okay. It’s not that far. You can even take my hand if you want…” I lowered it a little further to emphasize my gesture to them, and while he seemed hesitant at first, he soon took it with a smile on his face. Smiling back, I led him slowly out of the room. Making it to the nearby cafeteria after a few security doors, I could already begin to see the Little I was working with now. His confidence was likely shattered, possessed several physical limitations, was emotionally unstable, and was fearful of several loud noises, sudden movements, and new people. They were all classic signs that were all too familiar to me now. Still, I had helped others, so I felt confident I could help him as well. At last, after numerous choices after entering the cafeteria, the Little had finally chosen a small bowl of mac n’ cheese. I wasn’t sure if he genuinely wanted it, or if he had been conditioned to want to like it as a Little, but he still seemed content with it after his first bite. Seeing his contentment, I knew I needed to start probing a bit further. “You know… actually wait… you need a name. We can always change it later, but how about John? Can I call you John for now at least?” The Little seemed confused, but still blissful on his mac n’ cheese, he only nodded in my direction before spooning another heaping of the steaming and creamy concoction into his mouth. “Perfect. Now, John, I want you to know that you are safe here.” John looked relieved to at least hear those simple words, but at the same time, still seemingly concerned about the several new faces in the cafeteria that he was seeing now. “John… it’s okay. They won’t hurt you. Here, your food isn’t drugged. There are no tricks, and no one is waiting around to punish you for every little infraction of some inane rules, okay?” John hesitated for a while and nearly put his spoon down, still steaming from his last scoop, but slowly, he nodded. “Okay…” His voice was small, raspy, and I could practically hear the trauma and regression drugs oozing off that one word, but still for the first time, he spoke to me. “Very good, John,” I said pleased with the effect of the mac n’ cheese. It didn’t always work, but seeing that John wasn’t immune to a little kindness here and there, I knew I had my way in. “Now, I just want to have a little chat with you. Is that okay?” I could see his right in particular being to water, but he swallowed and quickly nodded. “Dass okay…” “Wonderful… now, I want you to think back as far as you can remember…” I could see his brain already begin to work, something I never took for granted when first interviewing Littles anymore, having seen my share of those who were so regressed that thinking came with the same degree of impossibility of someone spontaneously sprouting wings from their back. “Now, do you have that thought… that memory?” John nodded. “Good. Can you tell me about it? Whatever it is, just remember that you are safe here.” John almost seemed to shut down for a second but took a deep breath in and began. “Ih wassa dar’ woom. I wasn’ afwaid of da dar’ yet, buh’ I was still scawed…” We continued like that for the next hour at least. We had to take a few breaks when the memories became too much for him, but for the first day, I knew it was a start. I would have normally continued, but looking at my watch, I knew I had to leave now or risk being late. So, after escorting him back to his room, I waved goodbye and left. “Do you have an idea about his condition?” Agent Shelly asked as I closed the door to John’s room. “Is he going to be okay?” I nodded and I could instantly see the relief on her face. “I think so. He’s going to need some help, but I should have an age range for you soon and some specific recommendations for his new caregiver on how to better help him. For now, though, go with my standard practices for the next few days until I get back.” “Back? You’re leaving so soon today? That’s unlike you…” Agent Shelly paused for a moment. “Hmmm… are you going to… wait… is it finally happening for you, Sophie?” she asked with a hopeful look on her face. I smiled and nodded. “That’s right. I’m headed over there now. Years of waiting and it all comes down to this. Hard to believe.” Agent Shelly, in rare form, quickly became giddy over my confirmation. “Oh my! Go! Go! Go now, Sophie!” She was practically shoving me out from the hallway, and it was basically all I could do to hand her back ‘John’s’ file. We even blew right past the normally fascinating section of the building dedicated to R&D. Even today, the flash of the room as we passed by couldn’t slow Agent Shelly down though. “Alright, alright!” I finally relented nearing the main entrance to the front lobby of the building. “I’m going, okay? Just be sure to follow my usual plan with ‘John.’ While he was eating and we were talking, I noted a few triggers to avoid at all costs with him. Could set him way back and we don’t want that. Just nice and easy until I return, okay?” Agent Shelly seemed to only be about half listening to me, clearly still overjoyed with my information. “Yes, yes. Just go, will you? Don’t want to leave them waiting, right?” I shook my head, smiled, and exited the building to my car. I really didn’t want to leave ‘John’ like I did, but despite her near over exuberance over my news and seemingly ignorance of my instructions for ‘John,’ Agent Shelly was right to be excited. After all, it wasn’t every day that one was about to become a new caregiver to a Little of their own. As I drove off, I was quickly filled with feelings of hope and yet nervousness as well. The city began to grow around me, and I smiled as more of the Aprisium skyline came into my view. It had a rough side like all cities, but I felt that any Little would be more than happy here. A billboard spouting an image of a ‘Better Tomorrow,’ flush lawns, and clean streets and skies, even passed by on my right. It was still hard to believe over the transformation of the city in the past decade. What was once a small mostly touristy spot for hikers in the summer and skiers in the winter, had now grown considerably. While the more liberal attitudes and still small-town feeling were draws for many for decades, a portal had opened up only about an hour away… less if one took the train, about five years ago now. While some feared the whole area would be sucked into oblivion when it was first built, it had brought hundreds of Littles and opened the city like never before. The previous positives of gorgeous scenery, the vast wilderness, and mountain slopes only skyrocketed, and the liberal attitude seemed like a haven for most portal Littles. Little-owned businesses, more licensed Little-Sized-Access, commonly known as LSA, equipment and facilities, and a support system for those Littles unable to care for themselves anymore had made Aprisium one of the more desirable areas in the whole country lately. After the article published last year declaring Aprisium and the state of Colorubrum as the ‘last safe stop’ in Libertalia, the Little community here, regressed or not, had exploded even more. One might question the legitimacy of that type of praise, but even as I was driving, I had to stop at an intersection downtown. It was normally peaceful around this time of year near the main plaza by city hall, but today… a pro-Big protest was starting to unfold and get nasty. “We don’t want no babies; we’d rather have rabies!” “More Bigs! More power!” “No Littles allowed in office!” “Littles should take their business elsewhere!” I could hear those and numerous other shouts, and I could only sigh as I waited for the light to turn green. Being that ‘last safe stop’ was great in theory, but it also came about because we bordered several sections of the country that were most decidedly pro-Big. It was why the LPS had a larger presence here in the first place, but the radical Bigs and the radical Littles were getting primed for conflict and were bleeding into each other’s sections of towns every day. I wanted to stop and help deescalate the situation using my finely honed skills, but my watch beeped again, and I knew I had to go or risk being late. It was one of the biggest negative aspects with Aprisium lately, but I vowed that with whatever Little I got today, I would try and protect them from all that. I was about to become a caregiver, and as I pulled up to the large brick building housing the Department of Little Services, or DLS as they were usually known, it was a vow I repeated over and over to myself. Still, as I walked inside, I wasn’t sure what was going to happen today. All I had been told was that my application to become a caregiver had been approved and there was already a Little I was deemed ‘perfect’ for. “Hello?” I said calmly to the receptionist at the main desk in the building’s lobby. They quickly looked back at me but were obviously waiting for me to ask a question or announce myself. “Uh, Sophie… Sophia Beaufort to see Maxine today… She’s expecting me.” “Excellent, Miss Beaufort. Sign in here first …” They pointed to the clipboard in front of me. “Then, go to the elevators and up to the fifth floor. Maxine is at the end of the building on your right. You can’t miss her office.” “Perfect,” I noted graciously before signing in and then going to the elevators and up to the fifth floor as directed. As I happily stood in the elevator and the doors closed though, I couldn’t help but contemplate why I was even there in the first place. I had worked with Littles for years, but I had never been directly responsible for one yet. Entering my mid-thirties, it was a question I was always asked in any social situation. My older sister had gotten her own years ago, and even my younger brother was considering adopting himself lately. My mom had been badgering me since I had left college, but my family still wasn’t the reason I was in this elevator today. That had come after I had actually visited a foster home a few months back during one of my cases. The home was unfortunately overcrowded, and it didn’t take long before I was surrounded by dozens of Little asking me to take them home. Being in my position where I often saw most Littles run away from being taken care of by a Big, it threw me off a bit, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of longing to help one of them when I left. Aprisium law being the way it was, ensured I couldn’t directly adopt, but being a caregiver was the next best thing and I had started my application within a week to become one. It was all a heavy decision on how it would affect my life, and honestly, only the ding of the elevator stopping snapped me out of my thoughts. Regardless of my feelings now though, the doors then opened, and greeting me up there were numerous cubicles. It was practically a maze and a swirl of loud conversations buzzed around me, but at last, I found an office labeled ‘Maxine’ at the very end of the large open room. Seeing the door already open, I peeked my head inside with some caution. “Hello? Maxine?” A middle-aged graying haired woman with glasses looked up from her computer and glared at me. “Sophia Beaufort, right?” I quickly nodded and popped the rest of the way inside her office. She quickly scoffed. “You’re late.” It was not the type of response I was hoping for from a first meeting, but still hopeful of walking away today with a Little, I still wanted to stay positive and amicable to her. “Yes… I’m sorry about that. I was with another Little at my job and they needed me. I just couldn’t walk away…” Maxine seemed less then convinced, but I soon heard a voice from behind me that I could recognize anywhere. “I guess as much as some things change, some things never do, huh Sophie?” a woman inquired. I spun around and was quickly greeted by Agent Deacon, Astrid, my friend from when I had first joined LPS all those years ago. “Astrid? It’s great to see you, but… what are you doing here?” She was now high up in the agency, but from what I knew about her, she had little to no connection with DPS. She half-smiled back at me and sighed. “It’s great to see you as well, but I think we need to talk first about why you’re here today.” She then gestured inside and to one of the chairs in front of Maxine’s desk. I nervously complied and just waited for the proverbial other shoe to drop by then. Something was up… “Is something wrong with my application for a Little as a caregiver?” I finally asked after Astrid took her seat beside me and both her and Maxine still hadn’t said a word. Maxine’s eyes narrowed on me. “There’s been a hiccup with your application and your Little…” My heart sank. “But,” Astrid quickly jumped back in, clearly trying to still give me hope, “you are still approved.” I felt a huge sense of relief, but I could tell there was still a problem. I straightened up in my chair and leaned in. “So… if I’m still approved… what’s the problem then?” Maxine clearly seemed like she wanted to say something, but when I looked over at my friend, I could see she was giving a look to her that I was all too familiar with. There was something about all of this that I needed to hear but likely, that information was also classified. Originally, LPS had dedicated itself to helping Littles get out of tense situations on a more personal level. While the Little Protection Agency side would deal more with the government side of things, the LPS would deal with more domestic and everyday matters… but the problems in this society just got bigger as time passed and more portals were open. From Astrid’s serious look, something was telling me that I was going to quickly learn today just how much bigger LPS’ reach had gotten. “So, what do you need me to swear to? And don’t tell me nothing… I know that look, Astrid.” At first, Maxine and Astrid looked confused, but Astrid quickly smiled and looked at Maxine. “Told you she would figure it out.” She then turned back to me. “Just sign this form and we can go forward. Don’t, and we’ll find you another Little and you can bury your head in the sand… and watch several Littles be persecuted who are likely innocent.” I could see the faintest glimpse of a smile in my friend. She was caring and sincere, but the job almost always came first. She knew me and my ‘weakness’ of caring about Littles, so she knew just how to corner me to sign the document now before I could ask too many questions first. Sighing and knowing I was likely walking into her little scheme; I signed the form. Looking over it, Astrid smiled and handed it over to Maxine, who then quickly filed it away grumpily. Satisfied, Astrid looked back at me. “So, Sophie, have you ever heard of the Little Police Task Force?” It was an odd question, but I still went along with it all and played her little game… for now. “Yes… and you know I do. It’s the new, strong arm of the LPS. It was fully designed and implemented after I left… and recommended it after so many agents were lost on the last raid I did after being undercover. I mean, Astrid… you were there in the room with me…” I paused and tried to see if I could gleam anything from my friend. To my dismay her face remained as stoic as ever. “Why are you asking me something you already know the answer to? What’s going on?” Astrid sighed. “Well… since you asked, I just wanted to be sure that your memory hasn’t gone soft on me. See, that task force has grown… a lot, since you first recommended it. Originally, the director thought you were paranoid but recently… some Bigs have gotten more radicalized.” For once, I knew she was speaking the direct truth. “Right. I’ve seen it… in fact, I just saw a pro-Big protest going on downtown while I was on my way over here today.” “Right… and that’s their right in Libertalia as citizens, but that type of protest is radicalizing Littles as well,” Maxine finally noted. “I see it every day here…” “Yes,” Astrid pulled out a file and handed it over to me, “and that’s where your new Little comes into the picture.” I briefly looked over the file, but tired of playing games by now, I closed it and looked back at my old friend. “How about you just tell me the highlights here instead of me having to guess?” I could tell that Maxine seemed just about done with this whole thing, but Astrid knew me, and I could tell she was already concocting one of her schemes. “Very well, Sophie. See, there are two issues we are dealing with.” I nodded and let her continue. “The first is that the Little Police Task Force intercepted a warning message and some backchannel chatter that one of the pro-Little groups is threatening to take serious action against the government. Lethal action…” Astrid let the words hang about in the air for a moment to allow me to fully take them in. I knew all this was serious business right away and I was starting to get nervous as to where my role came into play. “So, a very serious situation, but where you come in, has to deal with the second issue.” She paused and took a deep breath. “Due to some of the stories leaking back there, Earth has cut off returning visas for any returning portal Littles that have been here for more than three weeks.” It was another bombshell moment. I hadn’t heard anything about it on the news yet, but I knew it was serious and probably even more complicated than the previously mentioned direct threat against the government. If Littles knew about the denial in going back home, the safety of every portal device, essentially three times more powerful than a hydrogen bomb going off if sabotaged, would be in jeopardy. “That’s… complicated…” “Very, but unfortunately,” Astrid continued, “one of the pro-Little groups discovered this already and rioted in the streets last week in front of the portal facility just west of here. Fearing their reprisal and subsequent detonation of the portal facility, LPS was sent in. Most we captured were uncooperative or too low in the hierarchy to know anything. Several were sent back to Earth if they still met the three-week requirement. One Little though… might be useful.” Before Astrid even said anything further, I already could take a guess as to what my part in all this was going to be. “Sophie, we want you to become the caregiver of this Little. He’s been here for weeks so he isn’t allowed to return to Earth with their new ban.” Suddenly, everything was starting to become much clearer. “He needs a place to stay but we also suspect him of being involved with one of the pro-Little groups who might be targeting the government.” She paused, and at that moment, I debated quickly with myself about the whole situation. I was disappointed I wasn’t getting a toddler in need of a home, but still… a Little was a Little in my book. He clearly needed help and was likely in distress. If I could help him out, even in some small way, I felt it all would still have been worth it. “Okay… I’m in.” For the first time, I think I actually saw Maxine begin to smile. Of course, Agent Astrid was all smiles as well. “Oh, Sophie! I’m so glad…” I quickly put my hand up to stop her. “Wait. I have a question though I need answered before I fully commit and go see this new Little of mine.” The smile vanished from both of their faces, but Astrid gestured for me to continue. “Thank you, but… why do they need a caregiver? I want to help, I really do, and I understand the need for someone like me for a regressed Little, but a higher echelon pro-Little revolutionary seems more like the job for someone… other than me?” Astrid sighed. “That could be true, but we need you for your tact with Littles and your propensity for digging out the truth. Your time undercover proved your qualifications for both of those qualities in spades.” She paused and seemed to be recalling a specific memory; I wondered what. “See, we know a lot of these Littles know of our usual methods of regression. Littles, like him, come here to help their fellow ‘repressed’ Littles, but they all mostly went too far. If he is involved, with the ban in place, he probably knows the score and that he’s got a one-way ticket to Dark Cliff prison.” At the mere mention of that place’s name, I swore the lights nearly flickered. It had only opened seven years ago officially but was already becoming notorious as a black site where most Littles went to be ‘disappeared.’ Knowing this could be this Little’s fate, I felt I had no other choice but to help him out now. “Very well… I’ll do it. Just let me see him today.” Maxine almost seemed like she was about to protest, but I could see Astrid quickly give her a look that instantly made her sit back in her chair in silence. I felt I was still missing something with the two of them and all this, but my desires to see and help my new Little were already becoming my top priority. Maxine stayed behind, but one elevator ride down and Astrid guided me to a one-way mirror showcasing the inside of a typical interrogation room. I was surprised DLS even had something like this room here, but when I looked inside, there was no denying that right in the middle of the whole room and sitting at a table, was a Little. Well… physically a Little, yes, but I was used to dealing with Littles more like I had with ‘John’ earlier today. Mentally younger, physically deficient in some way, and maybe even a touch broken. As I looked in, however, Paul didn’t seem like any of those qualities at all. First, he was cuffed securely down to the metal table in the room. His feet cutely swung idly from the chair he was in, but that’s about all the innocence one usually found in most other Littles. His face bore a look of anger and determination, as well as a single black eye. Closely cropped dark hair and facial hair did nothing to offset his already hardened look with the prison jumpsuit he was wearing. To be blunt, if I wasn’t invested in his well-being already, knowing his likely fate if I didn’t help, I might have just walked away right then. I felt ashamed to even think that way, but admittedly, Paul was very different than most of the Littles I worked with. Still, I knew I needed to help him out, so I turned over to Astrid. “Let me see him. I need to eventually anyways but let me get a feel for who you’re tasking me with.” I could sense the oddly suited hesitancy on my old friend’s face, but her good judgment eventually gave out and she unlocked the door. Paul quickly perked up as I walked to open the door to go inside. Just before I did though, Astrid spoke up once more. “I’m really sorry, Sophie… I know you’ve wanted a Little of your own for a while now. I’m sorry this probably isn’t what you initially imagined.” She was right of course, but despite her being my friend, I didn’t want to tell her that. I was hoping for a different outcome in all this but coupled with something still looming around her general demeanor, I knew this was all now more of a professional setting than a strictly personal one now. For my safety, professional meant keeping secrets and not showing emotion to the LPS… so I didn’t. “It’s okay. Paul is a Little. I help Littles, so let me help him.” Without another word from either of us, I opened the door and entered the interrogation room. “And who the hell are you? Another Big come to take away my rights in this god-forsaken land?” Paul spat at me as I entered. I was used to all kinds of things, and while it hurt a little that this was to be my Little as a caregiver, I just shuffled it off. “Well, my name is Sophie.” I then tossed the file I had been given in front of him. “You’re Paul and you’re in a bit of a pickle.” He squirmed a bit as I made sure to emphasize my height over him. He was a Little, but I could instantly tell that he was going to be one of the tough cases. From experience, I knew I had to go easy in some ways, but I also knew that I had to show my strength and confidence right now as well. If he thought I was weak initially, I knew there was no way that any of this would work at all. “So?” he responded, still seeming a little uncomfortable as opposed to when I had first entered. “I’ve been in jams before. Always got out of them… this is no different.” Seeing his continued discomfort, I took the moment to sit down. He needed to know his situation and that I was a friend, but more importantly for his own mentality and maturity probably, his one way out. “Look, Paul. You need help. I’m here to help. If you’re going to be difficult, I can leave and I promise you this… you won’t like what’s coming through that door next after me.” I could see Paul’s mind begin to whirl about with that new information. He probably thought it was just a simple threat to get him to comply… the typical arsenal in every interrogator bag of tricks, but I could see a fear begin to seep through somewhere on his face as well. Instead of breaking though, he simply crossed his arms and scoffed. “Just go away…” I sighed and brought his file closer to me. He probably knew what was inside, but I wanted to see if there was anything I could use to get him to bend how I wanted him to. Dark Cliff prison was likely a death sentence for someone like him within five years. It was a terrible place and I wanted to prevent that at all costs. Additionally, from what Astrid had told me, there was too much at stake, but still, being who I was, I couldn’t help but still view Paul as a helpless Little. Being his caregiver would be a challenge for sure, but I knew I couldn’t leave him like this. So, no matter what, I promised that I would be here to help him through it all, and that was a promise I didn’t take lightly.

The Coffee Shop “So, Colin, is this your first time doing something like this?” Karen asked the young man as he sat across from her and her husband at the local coffee shop. Sweating bullets, but trying not to show it, the nervous young man could only mutter a simple “Uh huh” as his eyes struggled to look anywhere except Karen’s calm, loving gaze. A month past his 18th birthday, Colin was finally a free young man, ready to start his freshman year at the Ohio State University, and his first mission upon unpacking his dorm room had been to finally reach out through the internet and find some other people in the world that shared his peculiar interest. He hadn’t expected to be so successful so quickly, and yet here he found himself, just a few days later, sitting across from a couple about the same age as his own mom and dad, who happened to be very interested in the same thing as him. “That’s okay, sweetheart. There’s no need to be embarrassed. You should feel better knowing that Mark and I are not at all new to this. We were so excited to hear from you, and we’ll take extra good care of you if you still want to come check out our house after this,” Karen reassured the boy as she looked him over. Mark sat to her left, quietly sipping his coffee as he observed the interaction with young Colin. After a brief moment of awkward silence, Mark spoke, attempting to break the ice. “So what do you plan on studying, Colin?” he asked, hoping a change in subject would help the boy come out of his shell a little more. “I’m in the Civil Engineering program right now, but I might want to do something a little closer to the architecture field,” Colin explained eagerly, happy to change the topic. Seeing the boy light up about his studies, Mark continued to pursue that topic, letting Colin tell them all about the projects he’d completed for each year’s high school science fair back home in Oklahoma. The boy was clearly bright, and he beamed whenever Mark or Karen would “oooh” and “ahh” as he shared more stories and facts picked up from his high school years. Now that Colin was feeling more comfortable, he began asking Mark and Karen about their work and how they met. The couple explained that Mark was a policy analyst for a local organization and Karen taught at the law school on campus. The pair had actually met during their freshman year at Ohio St and had been together ever since. As the time passed, they shared more and more about themselves, until Mark looked down at his watch and looked over to Karen, slightly surprised. “Honey, can you believe it’s 3:00pm already? Kickoff starts in thirty minutes!” Karen looked a bit startled herself, then smiled warmly and looked back over to Colin. “I know you’re new to campus, honey, but I hope you can appreciate what a big deal football is in this community. We need to get going soon if we want to be home in time for kickoff.” “Oh, totally. I’m a big football fan, too! I guess I got so caught up in chatting that I lost track of time,” he began explaining,”I’ll let you guys go so you can get home in –” Suddenly, Karen interrupted him,”Colin, you’re welcome to come home with us and watch the game if you’d like. You’re such an impressive young man and we’d love to get to know more about you.” Colin, completely abandoning the nervous persona from the beginning of their meetup, enthusiastically nodded,”Wow, that’s so kind of you! I’d love to watch the game with you!’ The trio began cleaning up their items from the table, but as Colin was reaching for his napkin, Karen gently set her hand on top of his, gaining his attention, and looked him in the eyes very sincerely. “Hun, I want you to know that we’re going to take good care of you, and if we do anything that you don’t like, or that makes you feel bad in any way, you can say ‘Banana’ and we’ll cut it out immediately. Okay?” Colin’s heart sunk to his stomach as he remembered why they’d met up in the first place, then his cheeks started to blush uncontrollably. They both knew about his little secret, and they were totally okay with it. The moment felt surreal, but as he regained his composure, he returned her look and said as sweetly as he could, “Yes, ma’am.”

Hi there! I'm Oli, a 38-year-old fun-loving little at heart most of the time. I live in Essex, England, but I'm open to long-distance relationships while ultimately seeking a long-term local connection. Being little allows me to feel cozy, snuggly, and filled with wonder. My little side developed as a way to cope with the trauma from fostering and adoption, as well as growing up with a disability. Due to countless operations, speech therapy, and physiotherapy, I wasn't able to fully enjoy infancy and childhood. Regression became my way of reclaiming those experiences and finding comfort. My journey began with mild cerebral palsy, and through adoption, I found my forever family. From a young age, I discovered solace in nurturing care, vivid imagination, and the comfort of nappies. My Little Side: Nappies are an essential part of my little space, providing both comfort and security. While I'm not wearing them full-time at the moment, it's something I'd like to do to help me cope with stress, anxiety, and overstimulation from adult life. Ideally, I'd love to find a caregiver who understands this need and supports my journey towards full-time nappy wear as a way to manage overwhelming feelings and stay grounded. Adult Life: While I deeply enjoy my little space, I'm also a responsible adult with a successful IT career. I maintain a good work-life balance and can engage in mature, intellectual conversations. When feeling big, I embrace my enthusiastic geeky side, diving into games like Baldur's Gate 3 and Final Fantasy VII. I'm fortunate to have traveled to amazing places like Thailand, St. Lucia, Jamaica, Antigua, Cancun, Maldives, Greece, and Walt Disney World in Florida (twice!). These magical adventures have given me a treasure trove of memories. Music is a big part of my life too. I love rocking out to different genres – from blink 182, The Offspring, Iron Maiden, Linkin Park, Editors, The National to Mumford and Sons, and many more. Indie, Rock, and Metal are probably my favorites. When I have time, I also enjoy working out and keeping in shape at the gym. Relationship Needs: I'm seeking a nurturing Mummy who can provide the care, structure, and babyhood I crave. While I understand it may not be immediately feasible or realistic, I dream of having a cozy nursery where I can be kept babied daily by someone serious about this lifestyle. I recognize this is an ambitious goal, but it represents my ideal scenario. In the meantime, I cherish more attainable aspects of caregiving like cuddling, bottle feeds, bathtime routines, and bedtime stories. I'm open to discussing and finding a balance that works for both me and my caregiver, understanding that compromise may be necessary. What I Offer as a Partner: As a partner, I'm attentive, affectionate, and emotionally supportive. I'm a good listener and always strive to bring joy and playfulness to our relationship. I'm tidy, responsible, and capable of supporting you emotionally when needed. Boundaries and Communication: While I enjoy deep regression, I have clear boundaries and am always able to communicate my needs and limits. I'm open about my desires and expectations, and I value honest, clear communication in relationships. Interests: I get excited about dinosaurs, space, Marvel, gaming, sci-fi, and all things fantastical! I enjoy watching colorful shows, coloring, and playing pretend. If you're a nurturing caregiver interested in a committed, loving relationship with a little, I'd love to connect. Please reach out through one of my profiles to start a conversation: https://www.tumblr.com/dippersaurus https://fetlife.com/users/11814312 https://t.me/DailyCrinkles

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Hiii, I am abdl curious and i'm looking for some one to meet up who can roleplay, guide me through it and have fun. (I've been reading about abdl stories, life styles for several years already but i am completely new to actually doing it in person abdl wise) Nappy wise I have expierenced many. . I'm looking to make new friends within this community, whether it would be non-abdl or abdl / dl friends / daddys / mommys and potentially meet them in person after getting to know each other a bit(open to voice calls etc.) Dorset / Bournemouth but can travel.

Warning As with my previous stories, this one contains several elements inherent to the pre-established 'Diaper Dimension.' These include, but are not limited to: Diapers and their usage for their intended purpose Breastfeeding Non-consensual mental regression through various means (Including possible drugs, hypnosis, and/or surgery) References to surgery to achieve various nefarious goals Humiliation Giants, aka, Amazons or Bigs Predominantly female domination (some male) Babying of adults (perceived or otherwise) Experimentation on humans Kidnapping Coerced or manipulated actions through possible means of white lies, gas lighting, or incentives Mild language or use of explitives Depictions of death, illness, or handicaps Graphic imagery associated with any of these warnings This story has not been labeled as mature, due to a lack of specific references to anything overtly sexual, but this warning serves as a 'turn back' point for any readers who do not wish to read about the previous warnings. Lastly, this list is subject to change during the course of writing this story. While most of the plot is ironed out, more warnings may be added if needed. For those readers interested or do not care about the warnings listed, please enjoy the following story or for the first story, go to the following link: https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/86885-tell-me-more-a-diaper-dimension-story-chapter-7-complete/ Hey everyone! Welcome back and to the sequel of ‘Tell Me More.’ I’ve already mapped out the bulk of the story and it’s sitting at around seven chapters. I liked the symmetry from my previous story, and I think it’s just enough to get everyone into the story and be intrigued, but it’s not too long to frighten people away either from a lengthy read or a lack of time to do so. Additionally, as I will be going on a personal break, these chapters should be coming out pretty fast. As I said, there’s not a lot of them, and there’s enough time to pop them out almost every other day and still be fine, but just hold on and have some fun with this smaller tale. I’m here to tell you all that I think I’ve added in a nice ending to this story that I’m almost positive that many of you will like. Next, due to the break as well, there might be an extended period of time where I don’t post another story. I need to prepare for a few things personally or otherwise when I get back, not the least of which is the next story. In this light, I will be posting my next story options in the beginning of the following chapter. I will do my usual announcement of my next story during the final chapter, but with only seven chapters, there isn’t much time this go around, so definitely let me know as soon as possible if you want your opinion heard after the next chapter. Finally, I hope everyone enjoys this first chapter of this new story! Chapter 1: Hello Again I flipped over the toast for my morning breakfast sandwich I knew I was going to have to wolf down in the car again on my way to the office. It was already the top of the hour and the radio station switched to its next program already. A year ago, I would be listening to it in the office or on my way there, but such delays are just life when you’re the mommy of a regressed Little sometimes. Still trying to find some normalcy in my already chaotic morning though, I listened to the next familiar DJ coming on. “Good morning, Losantiville! I’m Carl95 and you’re listening to LDN, channel 109.6, direct from studio 74! Our latest story: it’s almost been one year since the indictment began regarding the Juventas incident. All reports from the company say that everything has been resolved and that no further incidents should occur. However, we’ve been receiving reports of numerous regressions all across the region. The story and your thoughts in the next hour.” The front doorbell then rang, just as I was able to wrap my sandwich up to go after taking a few bites of it first. I hurried over and opened the door. “Oh, there you are Tammy! I got so worried when you didn’t show this morning at your usual time.” I was already late, but I could clearly see the teenage girl was flustered and freaking out a smidge. It was also very unlike her to be late these mornings, so donning my therapist cap already, I changed my tone and my approach to the babysitter. “It’s okay. My first appointment is usually pretty late themselves and I’ve built in some buffer time lately anyway.” Tammy seemed relieved but also nodded sorrowfully. “I’m so sorry, Doctor M. I tried driving here as fast as I could but one of the main routes over here now has a massive pile-up. Some Little protest I think.” “Oh?” I knew it was the route I had to take myself to get to my office downtown. I knew full-well from other days that if I had taken it, I would have definitely been very late to see my first patient of the day. I hated starting out like that, so I was already feeling a little better with her arrival this morning. “Thank you for telling me, Tammy. I knew there had to be an explanation and now, I can avoid that way and still make it to see my first patient.” Tammy smiled and I could see her flustered state continue to ease up a bit. I knew that Vincent would appreciate that. “You’re welcome for letting you know Doctor M but thank you for not being upset as well. I promise that I’ll make sure to leave extra early tomorrow.” “I appreciate that, Tammy. You can hang up your purse like you usually do.” I then let her hang up her purse on the nearby coatrack peg, just in case to ensure it was out of reach of Vincent’s recently grabby hands. Once attached, I then gestured to her into the kitchen. “Come on. I still need to pour my coffee and Vincent could use a friendly face this morning.” Tammy nodded and followed behind, quickly snapping into her dutiful babysitter role in seconds. She was truly a lifesaver with the way my career had been taking off lately. Sensing my tension this morning, she was quick to ask, “Oh? Everything okay with the little man today?” I nodded as we passed into the kitchen where Vincent was still sitting in his highchair. Evidence of at least one incident this morning still remained at least smeared over his bib. “Overall, yes, but he was a little fussy with breakfast. A few other bits as well, but I think he’s just grumpy in general. You know how Littles can get in the morning sometimes…” Tammy nodded and instantly went over to greet him. Gratefully, he was smiling seconds after seeing her. I still wondered if she ever had figured out his real identity or not, but I was just glad they got along so well. Vincent and I shared a bond, but beyond my receptionist, Carol, or Tammy, he seemed to dislike most other Bigs. Getting him into daycare had proven ultimately futile because of that, but to my relief, Tammy still seemed to appreciate her work here though. I then poured the steaming pile of coffee into my thermos, added a little cream, and then grabbed the other half of my breakfast sandwich and my bag with all my files in it of the patients I was going to see today. “Okay,” I said, finishing my last checks to ensure I had packed everything away. “I think that should do it. I’m going to be awhile today, but I’ll check in like usual when I can just to make sure everything is still okay.” “You got it, doc,” Tammy said, already knowing the morning routine by heart and getting Vincent’s morning bottle ready. I knew from my own time spent with him most weekends that he would soon be enraptured in his bottle while watching Adventure Sam. It was a little above his intellect I think, but I was still worried that some shred of his mind remained buried under the surface. I guess in a way, I hoped that if I ever found myself in that situation, that someone would take pity on me as well and provide me some stimulation beyond a mere plush toy. I sighed and leaned over to give Vincent a little hug and peck on his forehead. “Bye-bye, Vincent. I’ll see you tonight. You be good for Tammy now, okay?” “Mamamama!” he babbled out back to me in glee. It was one of the few decipherable words I could make out from him and even that had been an uphill struggle last year when he showed some signs of improvement from his initial regressed state. The courts had sent an LPS agent to check on us and she seemed less than enthusiastic that he had shown any progress, due to his punished state, but without any further progress beyond maybe an eleventh month old at best, she still hadn’t sent in a negative report about us. Making my way to the hallway, he then began to fuss a bit, likely recognizing that I was once again leaving him for the day. Satisfied that Tammy would take care of any of his needs or fussiness though, I continued outside and closed the door behind me. I smelled the fresh lilacs in my front garden, sighed over the lateness of the morning, and then just got into my car. Before starting my car up though, I crossed my fingers and just hoped there wouldn’t be any other delays this morning. Finally in the car and driving pleasantly away to my office, I flipped on my radio. Carl95 was still talking about the Juventas incident from last year and was just finishing up with the last of his opinionated callers. “… I can’t believe the city hasn’t done more! I pay taxes to the government living here and we have an absolute crisis on our hands. My next-door neighbor used to be great at grilling and just to hang out with him to watch some of the track and field events. I mean, the Olympics are only a few months away, but now… the dude can barely pass a ball back and forth. No tricks, traps, or extra dosages, and I don’t care what anyone says from the hospitals down in the Carolusa’s. He doesn’t have maturosis. It’s this city and that darned Juventas.” There was a bit of a pause on the radio. What he said was nothing new and even as I drove into the main part of the city today, I could already see the PSA billboards talking about getting checked with your local doctor if you saw any unusual symptoms. “Well, thank you Frank for that… spirited response,” Carl95 responded flatly. “We’ll take callers in the next few minutes, but first, I would just like to give a huge shoutout to Dr. Trisha Mengell.” Drinking my coffee, I almost spit it out on my front windshield at the mention of my name. I still wasn’t used to all the attention I had been getting recently. “This fine doctor has been called the angel of our city, and I for one think that’s an apt title. Her work with Littles from not only our city but the rest of the state affected by all these recent outbreaks of regression is nothing short of amazing. By now, I’m sure we’ve all known someone affected by the outbreak, and I know this city is far better off with her presence in it. So, thank you, Dr. Mengell. I’m sure you’re out there helping another Little as I even speak now.” I quickly shut off my radio. It wasn’t that I minded all the press and publicity I had encountered recently, but I knew I had to focus on my patients today. Unfortunately, I was still reminded that after the mayor had even given me an achievement award for all my success in the previous last December, I had been distracted and I missed the distress of one of my patients that day. A car accident and one broken arm later, I still couldn’t shake the guilt from the distracted triumph that I had basked in back then. So, if it was even possible, I had tried to help even more patients since then. Regardless and refocusing, entering my office, I was just glad that the lobby finally stopped smelling of fresh paint and that three other tenants had subsequently moved in around me in the past year. Most were understanding of my practice at the end of the upper hall, and some had even referred some of their Little clients to me when one showed possible signs of regression. My approach, once thought of as fanciful well-wishing, had taken the city and even state by force. If it continued more like it had been this year so far, I was seriously considering adding a partner to my practice as well. Any more clients in desperate need of my help would take away my time from Vincent, and despite him spiking and regressing all his coworkers last year at Juventas and getting punished for it, as his mommy, I just couldn’t do that to him. Finally, I made it upstairs and walked into my office. Inside, I could see that Carol was already there, which was good because I could also see that Carmen and Kathy had also arrived. Carol was currently distracting the mentally younger Carmen while Kathy tenderly looked on. Carol quickly noticed me entering. “Oh, hey boss. Carmen was just getting a little restless so I thought I would pitch in and lend a hand this morning.” I smiled at my excellent assistant. “Thank you, Carol.” I then looked over to Kathy, who had acquired custody and guardianship of Carmen last year when the Little had burned herself on the stove while trying to cook some chicken nuggets for herself. Carmen was resistant at first, but further sessions between the two had since solidified their relationship and Kathy had even earned herself the title ‘mommy’ last month. “I just want to apologize to you, Kathy,” I directed at the Big, seeing as Carmen was clearly too distracted by the wooden blocks passing back and forth in the maze before her. “Lots of issues with Vincent this morning. You know how it is…” She smiled and nodded after briefly looking down at her adopted daughter playing on the ground. “Oh, do I ever these days.” I smiled and walked the rest of the way in. “Vincent had one bad dream last night, a blowout diaper this morning, and then got all picky this morning with his peaches. I really do love him dearly, but sometimes…” I let my insinuations float through the air. Knowing Carmen as I did, I knew Kathy would understand. And she did as she let out a little chuckle. “Oh yikes. I recently had to switch Carmen out of the Hippos brand and to the Koddles one instead myself. Way too many leaks all over the place.” “Mommee!” Carmen complained, quickly blushing with embarrassment. Carol, Kathy, and I all just grinned over her cute little red cheeks and the fact that she was now trying to hide herself as best she could. It might have been a small thing or even terrible for other Littles, but for Carmen to still be embarrassed over something like that, it still showed that her mental state hadn’t completely lapsed into a full blown regressed Little. “Sorry, pumpkin. Just chatting with Doctor M about mommy business,” she explained down to Carmen. Carmen still huffed and had now crossed her arms, a classic move I recognized very well from being her doctor for almost a year, but I could tell Kathy thought it was just cute. I had recommended Kathy last year as her guardian for that very reason. Kathy was stubborn and playful to Carmen’s chagrin most days, but Kathy could also take whatever was thrown back at her. Considering the four caregiver candidates Carmen had gone through before I recommended Kathy, I knew it was practically a requirement. “Okay,” I said, trying to break the tension between the two. I normally avoided that type of thing, but I also wanted Carmen to be open to talking today. Having her already in a bad mood when she came in would have only made things harder. “Let me just open my door and we can go in and have a little talk today. Is that okay, Carmen?” I asked her, only using a slightly higher tone with her, actively avoiding using the usual babyish cooing tone I used with Vincent and only a few select others. Seeing her wildly fluctuating emotions firsthand, Carmen quickly bottled up and hugged her floppy-eared bunny, she had appropriately named, Flopsy a few months ago. I was worried she would be uncooperative today, but she then ultimately nodded. ‘Good. She’s in one of her shy moods today now, but she still seems open.’ I smiled back and then went to open my office door. Flicking on the light, I held the door open as Carmen slowly waddled inside. It took her a minute to climb up onto the couch, not wanting to let go of Flopsy, but she managed to get the hang of it. Smiling further, I gave a thumbs up to Kathy to reassure her everything was okay, and then shut my door. Being a caregiver and mommy myself, I knew that as much as Littles had their own separation anxiety, we often did as well. Trying to put Vincent out of my mind though, I walked over and made sure not to make any loud noises on my desk. From the way that Carmen was hugging Flopsy this morning, I knew something had to be on her mind and I didn’t want to spook her into further silence. So, finally, I retrieved her file and sat down in my usual chair across from her before I opened it and read what was inside. * * * Patient Name: Carmen Baal Biological Age: 26 Years old Estimated Mental Age: Fluctuates with stress but a noticeable overall slip below preschool level Former Occupation: Mid-Level Billing Executive at Juventas Current Occupation: Retired with full benefits and compensated lifelong salary Regression Initiated: 364 days ago Notes: Patient was one of the least mentally regressed, and bouts of physical regression have now mostly stabilized, but mental regression appears to fluctuate with stress levels though rarely exceeds preschool level. Patient has often become shy when first entering but often talks through constant companion stuffed animal. Due to Little and regressed status under the care of her new mommy, I have decided to allow this ‘crutch’ behavior to continue. Further visits are likely due to coping problems with regressed status. * * * I stared back at Carmen and marveled over just how much she had changed in the past year. The Carmen that had first entered this office almost eleven months ago was so self-assured and confident. Despite a few embarrassing potty accidents and the whole incident with Juventas, she could still turn everyone’s heads when she walked into any room. Now, I was staring back at a very different Carmen. Her penchant for fashion or dresses hadn’t faded, but she now wore a ruffled trim sleeveless dress all adorned with raspberry-colored roses clearly meant for someone toddler-aged. She had worn some protection when she had first arrived here, for her own sake at that point, but as Kathy had noted, the Koddles she now wore were anything but discreet and as she hugged Flopsy, her dress fell down her knees a bit and I could see that she was already wet. I sighed and noted a few of my observations down, also trying to see if she would talk to me first. Sometimes she did, but today it seemed I would have to dig with her first. As most of my patients initially affected by the Juventas incident now only saw me every other week or I had transferred to other Little-specific therapists, seeming more in need of pediatric therapists now to be honest, Carmen was my last regular weekly seen patient now from the whole incident last year. I sighed and dropped my pad of paper a bit to look at Carmen better. I usually found more direct eye contact and my full attention worked better with her on days like today. “Carmen? Is there something you want to talk about first with me?” Seeing her emotions were in flux, I typically found the direct approach to her problems the best course. I could have been wrong, but her hesitation quickly showed me there was something there, even though she shook her head quickly after, sending her done-up hair twirling about her face. “Hmmm… I don’t know,” I said playfully. “I think there might be, but you know what? It’s okay to be scared or embarrassed sometimes.” I could see a slight movement in her body, so I knew she was listening to me and that I was on to something. I could even tell she wanted to talk as well, but since her regular mental age had dipped below grade school level, I had noticed she had become increasingly shier. It was even worse on the days her emotions were in flux and she dipped below preschool level, like today. So, I straightened up a bit and then leaned forward. I found some of my mentally younger patients found the pose to be more relaxed and engaged with them… less clinical in a way. “How about Flopsy, huh?” I asked, seeing more movement with her now. “Could maybe Flopsy tell me what happened this week?” I could still sense the hesitation, but essentially using Flopsy as a puppet, Carmen nodded its head. “Uh-huh,” she said in a slightly different pitch than her usual voice. It was really cute, but I had discovered that stuffy’s, personal or otherwise, made great shields for shy Littles to express themselves when they didn’t have the courage or confidence to themselves. Seeing she was willing to open up that way, I smiled. “That’s wonderful, Flopsy. I’m so glad you can tell me what happened to Carmen this week. You know, she’s a really good girl from I’ve heard from her mommy, so I bet she didn’t do anything wrong, am I right?” Carmen nodded Flopsy’s head. “I’m glad to hear that, so maybe start at the beginning and I can see if there’s something I can help with, okay?” Carmen hesitated, but eventually nodded Flopsy’s head. “’Kay… my fwiends at daycawe… I… I…” I could see whatever it was, was really affecting her today. As soon as she mentioned her friends though, I knew it was a possibility that the day had come where Carmen needed to be told some hard truths. See, she had met them at daycare when she first started going. They leveled out around preschool level, but now, that level of maturity only happened on Carmen’s best days. So, unfortunately, I already felt like I knew where this was going, but for the moment, I wanted her to tell me. “It’s okay, Flopsy. I’m here and I just want to help Carmen. I know it’s hard, but just start slow. Maybe just start slowly at the beginning, okay?” Carmen slowly nodded Flopsy’s head. “I… I…” “Deep breaths… just like we’ve been practicing. Deep breaths…” I reminded the duo in front of me. Carmen’s emotions had been wildly fluctuating lately and she had been having a lot of problems coping with them. I wasn’t sure if she remembered to breathe and try to calm down from our previous session, so I gently reminded her from time to time to reinforce the lesson. I could then see Carmen take some deep breaths. After a moment, she, and therefore Flopsy, looked up and continued. “We wewe pwayin’ wiff dem, wike we’ve done… fo’evuh,” she exaggerated. “We jus’ had some snacks, an’ dey wen’ potty… I didn’ haffta… buh’ den…” I could see her emotions welling up again. Sensing where this was headed, I reminded her again. “Deep breaths…” She followed the deep breaths I was doing as well to try and regulate her emotions better in a slow and relaxed manner. “Very good…” Carmen nodded Flopsy’s head and continued. “I was jus’ waffing wiff dem an’… an’… I…” Even with Flopsy as her surrogate, having seen all this before with several other Littles around this mental age, I could tell she couldn’t finish the thought. Sighing, I knew I would have to and knowing her by now, I knew it could only be one thing that would at least start to get her this upset. “You had a messy accident…” This time, Carmen nodded her head without Flopsy and instead hugged her bunny as tightly as she could. Curiously, I noticed her thumb begin to slip into her mouth as well this time. She then rocked back and forth for a moment, clearly trying to self-soothe, and I let her. It took all my strength not to just cuddle her up on the spot, but I knew I had to stamp down those emotions. I had to funnel them later for Vincent and not cross that line here at work. I was a professional and I had to remind myself that either Carmen need to self-soothe or she needed her mommy to cuddle her up tightly… not me as her therapist. After a moment, I was pleasantly surprised as her emotions seemed to start to level out once more. “Carmen,” I started again seeing that she could actually hear me now, “it’s okay to have an accident. Your mommy changes you into diapers still for a reason and having a messy one, though admittedly embarrassing, has been happening for a while now.” Carmen quickly nodded and still sucked her thumb while she held Flopsy tightly. I could tell I had broken through her initial shell, but I knew there was something more to the incident as well. As I told her already, she had been messing her diapers for a while now, so her emotions, though unpredictable to a certain extent, didn’t seem to warrant something like a messy diaper. So, I didn’t want to, but I knew I needed to push with this. “So, what happened after? Did you get changed then?” I began to pry at her. Carmen hesitated and when she finally popped her thumb out of her mouth, I could tell that she almost viewed the digit as a betrayer, clearly showing me that it was a recent habit, but she looked back at me and nodded. “Uh-huh… dey changed me wike a’ways… buh’ when I gah back…” She paused and started to stroke Flopsy’s ears for a moment. I wanted to know what happened next, but I let her self-soothe once more. While she was putting the attention on Flopsy, I knew it also served to temporarily ease her mind by shunting the bad feelings into each stroke of her hand. If it went longer than a minute, I would have spoken up to get us back on track, but she soon stopped and looked back up at me. “I… gah back, an’… an’… dey made fun o’ me!” she wailed. ‘Aha!’ I knew I was right with my previous suspicions over what had happened. I liked being right, but I often also hated in this job why I was right as well. Littles who bottomed out, or stabilized, at different ages often could remain friends. Unfortunately, though, that often wasn’t the case in my experience. “I’m so sorry to hear that, Carmen. Did a staff member help you out?” I asked, trying to see if there was at least some positive note in her story today. Fortunately, Carmen nodded. “Dey did, buh’… my fwiends! I dot dey woul’ be nice ta me, buh’ dey jus’ cawed me names an’ waffed!” I sighed and knew the time had come to have one of the more dreaded talks that I had to have with most Littles. I already had the talk with Carmen last year when her old friends weren’t regressing, and she was. She was of course devastated but that also just happened to be the time when she started having messy accidents during the day as well, so it made that transition a little easier. I had hoped that was the only time I was going to have to talk to her about friends and regression, but today had proved otherwise. Frankly, even despite my hope, seeing Carmen as she was, I was surprised it had even taken this long. “Carmen… do you have any other friends… at daycare, or maybe even with some of your Littles events your mommy takes you too?” I asked hesitantly. I knew from experience, this could either be a joyous moment, or one fraught with tension. Carmen nodded. “Yeah… buh’ dey aww babies!” Being a psychologist and therapist was hard sometimes for a variety of reasons. Right now, for example, it was hard not to see the irony in that statement coming from the Little before me. I could tell her diaper was even more wet now and that her thumb was once again dangling ever closer to her mouth threatening to pop back in at any second. Still, I had to maintain my professionalism. “And instead, you want to hang out with people your own age… maybe even older, right?” She quickly nodded and I wished there was a simple solution to her problem. On the one hand, if I told her to stick with her old friends, I knew she was in for more humiliation at some point. If they had laughed over a simple dirty diaper, there was no way that they wouldn’t laugh at the myriad of other problems that could arise in Carmen’s future. If, on the other hand, I told her to find new friends, it would be better long term for her, but she could lose trust in me. So, I knew I had to work around the problem. “Hmmm… would you say your friends, the ones who laughed, are older than you now?” I knew I was walking a very dangerous line, but I knew if she confirmed it, I could have my way in to help her out. Carmen hesitated, but ultimately nodded her head. “Uh-huh… o’ maybe? I don’ know…” I smiled to reassure her further. “That’s okay, Carmen. You don’t need to know that answer completely right now, but how do you feel about those younger than you? Your mommy told me last week that you go to a reading event at your library every week and met someone…” I quickly looked back at my notes I had jotted down after. “Lucy, I believe?” For a moment, I thought I could almost see a smile appear on Carmen’s face, but it was quickly replaced with annoyance. “Yeah… buh’ she’s much younguh dan me. She even dwinks fwom a bottle!” “Oh, I see…” I was sad she hadn’t found a friend there, but I knew that Lucy was perfect to use as my point. “So, she’s younger than you, and how does she make you feel when she does something like that? Like drinking from a bottle I mean?” Carmen looked at me questioningly and I knew I was going to have to give her a little more. “Maybe you think she’s babyish? Or helpless and you feel frustrated being with her? Or maybe you almost want to laugh because she’s a little silly perhaps?” Carmen instantly nodded her head. “Uh-huh! She’s such a baby! She even cwawls awoun’ on da fwoor!” Carmen then grinned and I knew she was playing right into my point. “Buh she’s awso weally funny when she twies to stan’ o’ walk!” I let her laugh to herself for a moment, but once she was a little calmer, I asked the question I had been leading to. “So, you want to laugh at her because she’s silly?” Carmen once again nodded. “Like your friends did to you at daycare?” Her smile instantly left, and I could see her mind was trying to come up with an argument against me. Traces of the old Carmen lingered, but I could also tell that her mind just wasn’t up to the task of arguing against me. “I’m not trying to make you think you did something wrong with Lucy, Carmen, but I want you to think about your other friends. They’re a bit older than you some days,” I made sure to add just incase she thought I was calling her a baby, “so, like with Lucy, they may see you as younger and sillier than them sometimes.” “Buh’ I don’ wan’ dem to laugh!” she countered. I knew I had to act quickly or risk another breakdown today. Too many and she would shut down completely. “But sometimes people can’t help when they laugh. If they’re doing it to be mean, then that’s a problem, like maybe when they call you names. Is that the case with them do you think?” Carmen hesitated again but ultimately shook her head ‘no.’ I honestly think that she was in denial with her friends, especially after hearing that they had called her names, but I knew I could only push this so far today. “Well, then you have three options with them. You need to tell them to stop, accept it when they do laugh, or find some other friends.” I could tell I was giving her a lot to think about and I knew we were getting to the limit of her current mental capacity. She wasn’t dumb and I will defend that opinion of all Littles to my dying day, but her brain just couldn’t keep all the complicated facts together anymore. As it stood, I had even started writing little notes to give out to the mommies, daddies, and caregivers of the Littles I saw like her. Carmen was no exception, and I knew Kathy would ensure what I told her today would stick one way or another. It wasn’t her fault that she couldn’t remember everything, and I still wanted to help her out, whether she did it herself or had her mommy help her. “Okay, Carmen, I think that’s enough of that for today. I want you to think about all that when you go home today, but for now, I want you to tell me some good parts of your week instead. Can you do that for me?” I asked with a hopeful tone in my voice. Carmen popped out of her deep thoughts and nodded enthusiastically. “Uh-huh! Mommy an’ me wen’ to da zoo da odder day! I got ta see da fishies an’ da whinos an’ da…” I smiled and continued to listen to my Little patient. I was always happy when they could list dozens of things during their week that were good. Last September, she couldn’t have done that if her life depended on it, and now, even if the items she listed were of the more childish or babyish variety, she was still excited by each thing she told me. I always found that, if at all possible, it was always best to end a session on a good note. A little while later and a few conversations about diaper checks, finger painting, new foods, and all that, our session was over. I set my pad on my desk and walked over to help Carmen off the couch. Her diaper had swelled considerably during the session and still holding Flopsy, her waddle made her already labored walking even more difficult. “Mommy!” she cried, running back over to Kathy after I opened the door. Kathy quickly crouched down to greet her adopted Little. “Baby! How’d your session go today? Learn anything new or whatnot?” Carmen quickly nodded and babbled off half a dozen things that we talked about. Kathy was attentive every minute, but soon gave her a quick hug and nodded up to me before looking back at Carmen. “Okay, sweetie. You play with Flopsy or color for just a minute while me and Doctor M talk for a second, okay?” “Yes, mommy!” Carmen replied happily, settling in with Flopsy to color in one of the books I had lying on the coffee table in my lounge. ‘I swear, I go through a dozen or so of those books each week.’ Kathy then rose back up and smiled at me. “So, anything I should be worried about this week, doc?” I smiled over at Carmen, who was now thoroughly engrossed in coloring in a picture of Princess Poppy. Even five months ago, she would have been glued to everything we were talking about her, but not anymore. “She’s had a few incidents at daycare with her friends that I want you to keep an eye on.” I then handed her the note I had written for her. “I’ve given her some options on how to deal with her friends laughing at her and calling her names, but I think she’s going to have some tough weeks ahead unfortunately.” Kathy sighed and nodded. “Yeah… I was thinking that was going to be the case. I’m trying to get her involved in more activities for her age, but she’s just so…” Kathy then paused and seemed to try to figure out just what the right words were. “Stubborn over being an older Little still?” I finished for her. Kathy quickly nodded. “I’ve seen that too, but as long as you’re trying for her, then that’s all you can do sometimes. She’s a regressed Little now but she was a former independent adult, so don’t forget that. She’s making progress at accepting her current life, but she’s going to struggle with a few things still.” Kathy nodded. “Thanks, doc. Was there anything else?” I sighed and I wasn’t sure if I should even bring it up, but right as I was having doubts, I noticed that once again, Carmen was circling her lips absent-mindedly with her thumb. “Just one thing… have you noticed her sucking her thumb recently?” Kathy grinned and nodded. “I have. Cutest thing when I first saw it, but… I mean, should I be concerned at all?” I shook my head. “No. I wouldn’t be. If she shows signs of stabilization or even maturing, we might try to break the habit, but for now, I might actually encourage it in a way.” “Encourage it?” she questioned skeptically. “Didn’t something just come out that says it can be harmful to Littles?” “Eh, the reports vary,” I admitted, “but most will say the same thing that I will. If she’s going to be sucking her thumb anyway, I would highly recommend one of those orthodontist pacifiers. Do that and it will knock down most of the negatives in those reports.” “But won’t she reject them outright?” she asked, clearly fearing a tantrum or some other outburst as she looked over at Carmen, still furiously coloring away, the lines almost seeming like more of a suggestion in most places. “I mean… pacifiers just seem so… babyish.” I sighed. “That’s all true, but I think her mind is learning to accept a lot of things. I saw her catch herself today looking at her thumb, so I know she’s aware of it on some level at least but look at her now.” Kathy did and I subtly gestured to the difficulty she was already having with coloring with one hand and holding Flopsy while still rubbing her thumb around her lips with the other. “Recent orthodontic pacifiers have a lot of benefits we Bigs know about, like reducing germs and keeping her teeth healthy, but to her, a pacifier will likely eventually be seen as a way to get all she wants. It’s hands free, and that’s what she’ll focus on after a bit of encouragement.” I could see Kathy’s hesitancy still though. “Just try one and don’t make a big deal out of it. Maybe even just leave it in her room by her coloring books and see what happens.” Kathy ultimately agreed and we talked about a few other odds and ends, but the remaining bit of time during our session soon came to an end. I had built in a bit of a buffer zone at the end for conversations like I just had with Kathy for most of my mentally younger patients. Littles like Carmen could only sit still and talk for so long in a session like that, and by the time the Little got to that stage, their caregivers needed to be told of things instead anyway. Satisfied, Kathy then gathered Carmen up, both said their goodbyes and started walking out my front door. As they were leaving though, Kathy turned back around, and I could tell she had that look of ‘just one more thing.’ I always hated that look because it usually meant something bad. ‘Oh, one more thing… I hear voices.’ ‘Oh, one more thing… I started wetting the bed at night.’ ‘Oh, one more thing… I can’t read anymore.’ “Uh, just one other thing… do you have a recommendation for another Little doctor in the area for general checkups and whatnot?” she asked, still trying to hold onto the clearly impatient Carmen tugging on her other arm. “Everything okay?” I asked inquisitively. I had a duty to protect my patients and bad general doctors for Littles were more common, even up north here in Losantiville, Libertalia, than I would have liked to admit. Kathy quickly nodded to my relief. “Oh yeah. Everything was fine, but I think the practice moved or something like that. Just need a new one with pollen season coming up and all. I don’t want Carmen to get all frustrated with sneezing every six seconds. Apparently, it made her potty issues last year much worse.” I smiled and nodded. “Oh, I remember. I’ll be sure to add a few I might recommend with her file in the patient portal by tonight along with the suggestions I have for her dealing with friends now.” Kathy smiled and I could see her get pulled once more by the anxiously waiting Carmen out in the hallway. “Thank you, doctor.” She looked back over at Carmen and grinned over her antics. “Guess we better be off now. I think someone could use a snack and a change.” “Mommee!” Carmen wailed out again in protest and embarrassment. I knew Kathy was right though from what I had seen during our session and seeing the time myself as well, I quickly said my goodbyes to both and saw them out. Carol then quickly helped me wipe everything down and reorganize the office in looking a little tidier and more professional once again. We had made that mistake with my next patient last week and I knew not to repeat it again. She was already temperamental and a bit fragile with all this still, so I knew everything had to be perfect for our session to go well today. Just as I finished retrieving my next patient’s file and organizing my desk, I heard the downstairs door quickly open and then slam shut. She was here and I braced against my desk and closed my door in anticipation of my next Little. She had expectations of seeing a court-ordered therapist and I wanted to match each of them. I just hoped that today, she would trust me a little more.

“Ugh, this is so fucking typical!” Kelsey shouted in a frustrated tone, poking and prodding at her food with her fork before letting it drop to the plate as it sent out a loud, echoing crash. “Why is it so difficult to just send it back!?” Danny stared down at his own pasta as he stirred it around with his fork. He felt hopeless and completely unsure of himself as his eyes darted around the various points on his plate. He’d thought dinner had been going well up to this point, but like most things it seemed he was wrong. “Can’t you just eat around them?” He asked stupidly as he tried to get her to lower her voice, not wanting to have to wave a waiter down and demand that the restaurant remake the dish. “No, Danny. I’m not just going to eat around them. The entire dish is disgusting!” Kelsey shouted, clearly catching the attention of everyone around her. “It's not that damn hard!” Danny felt himself tensing up, feeling the eyes of those around them all looking in their direction as the waiter slowly dragged his feet in their general direction, obviously trying to avoid Kelsey himself. “Is uh- there anything I can do to make this meal more enjoyable, folks?” The waiter asked awkwardly, not sure how this was going to go as he stood off to the side, practically ready to dart at a moment's notice. Kelsey stared at Danny, widening her eyes as she waited for him to respond which only worsened the anxiety he had been feeling up until now. “Err- '' Danny started. “I- Is it possible too,” He started, feeling too nervous to ask for a replacement dish. After all, Kelsey had specifically ordered this dish, why was that the restaurant's fault? “Do you want to trade dishes?” He suddenly interjected, having thought of what he figured was the perfect compromise but Kelsey’s face made it very clear she wasn’t having it. She scoffed as she rolled her eyes. “Can you show me to the door?” She asked the waiter, suddenly getting up from the table as she grabbed her purse and followed after the waiter towards the exit. “Kelsey?” Danny sheepishly called out, now completely overwhelmed as his mind flooded with dark thoughts as his heart grew heavy in his chest. “We’re done, Danny. Find your own ride home,” She shouted back, not even gracing him with a look as she walked towards the door, the waiter awkwardly standing to the side as she passed, unsure if she actually needed someone to show her the way out. Danny’s heart sank further as he watched her walk away. He could feel all of the eyes in the restaurant on him as he heard murmurs and whispers that he could only assume were about what had just happened. Tears swelled in his eyes as he tried to hold them back, quickly losing as he reached for his napkin to wipe them away before anyone could see. 5 months gone, just like that. Not only was she his ride, she was his home, his roommate and if anything he’d at least thought she was his friend. They’d moved in together just over 2 months ago in an attempt to save money and now he was left sitting at a restaurant with no way home, or even a home to return to. “Is there- anything I can do for you, sir?” The waiter asked as he tried to hold his own composure. “Just a- check and a box, please,” Danny muttered as he avoided any form of eye contact, holding back more tears as he felt completely humiliated. The waiter nodded, quickly returning with a box and the check as asked before quickly helping pack up Kelsey’s meal as he could tell Danny wanted out of there. Danny awkwardly shuffled out of the booth and made his way out of the restaurant only to be met with a bitterly cold breeze at the front door as he stepped outside. The dimly lit, empty strip mall parking lot did little to boost his mood as he felt himself begin to shiver as he reached for his phone, delicately balancing the boxes of food in his other hand as he scrolled through his contacts in a desperate state of uncertainty. Hesitantly, he clicked on one as the phone started to ring. His anxiety numbed by the bitter cold as the rings echoed in his ear. “Hello?” A woman's voice said over the phone. “Uh- Hi…Mommy,” Danny said quietly, hearing his ex-girlfriend pick up on the other line. “Danny, sweetie,” Crystal asked. “What's going on?” She asked in a worrying tone. “I uh- was wondering if you could give me a ride,” Danny asked as he crossed his arms in an attempt to hold in some body heat. “Of course, why? Are you okay?” Crystal asked, sounding slightly panicked. “Yea…just… got dumped and left at the restaurant…” Danny said awkwardly. “Awww, you poor baby,” Crystal cooed with a condescending tone that Danny pretended not to pick up on. “Where are you at?” “Terry’s…” “Oh, I love Terry’s Bistro!” Crystal said ecstatically. “Tell you what, if you’re buying dinner, I’ll come give you a ride,” Crystal happily explained. “Oh uh- I already ate?” Danny said stupidly, not sure how else to avoid the complete humiliation of having to reenter that restaurant. “No worries, you can just share a drink with- well what does that make me?” Crystal asked teasingly. “Uh- sorry?” Danny asked, having been caught completely off guard. “Well, you left me because you wanted to play big kid with your new girlfriend, but now you’re calling me Mommy again?” Danny blushed quietly as he stayed silent, unsure of what to say. Crystal let the silence echo on for a few seconds before chiming in again. “Well you stay right there, sweetie. I’m coming and we can talk over dinner,” She said, promptly hanging up the phone before Danny could interject anymore. A cold gust of wind swept through the parking lot as Danny felt the little warmth left in his body be washed away. He stood trembling for a minute as he weighed his options. On one hand there was the option of braving it in the cold until one of his fingers ultimately started to purple, or there was the inevitable walk back into the restaurant where everyone could see him in his current disheartened, and trembling state. Though the decision was made rather quickly as another cold breeze swept through the parking lot, taking what little warmth he had left as he took a deep breath in before opening the doors to the restaurant as he graciously stepped back inside to accept the warmth. He stood sheepishly as the hostess pretended to fumble with some menus behind her stand before acknowledging his return. “I know I just left, but uh- can I get a table for two?” Danny said awkwardly, getting a confused look from the hostess who obviously was fully clued in to all that had just happened. “Of course,” She said without skipping a beat. “Right this way,” Danny anxiously spun his glass of water around as he watched the condensation fall to the table, pooling at the base as he tried not to think about the fact that everyone must be talking about him. Tables slowly emptied out as the waiter occasionally passed by to check on him as he waited for Crystal to arrive. Would it be a positive thing when another woman showed up, or would that only make them judge him more? 20 long minutes passed before the door chime went off as Crystal walked into the restaurant, glancing around before locking eyes with Danny as he let out a sigh of relief. She made her way over, taking a seat opposite of Danny with a smile. “Danny, sweetie. How are you?” Danny forced a smile back, still fighting back the occasional tear as he relived the night in his head as he wondered if there was anything he could have done differently. “I’ve been better,” He admitted, twirling the water cup around in circles. “Oh, you poor thing,” Crystal said, reaching her hand out to put on his. Danny stopped twirling his glass as he looked up at her. She was older than him and she always had a way to just make him melt. They had been together for years prior before Danny had made the stupid decision to branch out and meet new people. Though, in his defense it was partially encouraged by Crystal who didn’t think it was right that she was the only woman he had ever dated, but Danny had loved their time together. She was warm and compassionate and never struggled to cheer him up. She often knew him better than he knew himself and he’d always thought of her as his rock. Danny stared into her eyes for a second, giving Crystal the glimmer of tears he had been holding back before he reached for a napkin to wipe them away again. Crystal said nothing as he wiped them dry just as the waiter from early approached. “Hi!” He said, obviously shocked that a second person had actually showed up. “Can I start you off with a drink or anything?” “Well hello handsome,” Crystal said playfully, giving the waiter a quick glance over as he fought back a blush. “I’m going to have the prime rib. Mashed potatoes and green beans as the side, and a glass of red. Whatever you would recommend,” She said in a firm yet soft tone, all while giving him a rather wide smile. “Anything else,” He asked, feeling a little blushed in the face himself as he frantically wrote down the order. “Something strong for this kiddo,” She said, turning her attention back to Danny who was purposefully avoiding eye contact as he spun his water glass around. “Better make that a double,” She said before the waiter walked away. “So, tell me what happened,” Crystal asked. Danny shrugged, not really wanting to talk about it. “Come on,” Crystal said. “You didn’t make me drive all the way out here for nothing, did you?” Danny sat quietly, mulling over the night in his head as he tried to piece together what happened for himself. “She uh, made a big scene at the table…said it was over…and then stormed out,” Danny said quietly, still spinning his water glass. “That's it? There wasn’t anything you did, or said?” Crystal pestered, knowing it wasn’t the full story. Danny shrugged again. “She just…” He started, trailing off as he felt ashamed. “Hey, look at me,” Crystal said, reaching out her hand. Danny instantly grabbed hold, slowly lifting his head to look at her as he forced himself to take a few deep breaths, already feeling overwhelmed. “Had you told her?” Crystal asked. Danny stared confused for a second, before putting the pieces together as he shook his head. “So then the two of you just grew apart?” Danny shrugged again. “Dear,” Crystal said sternly. “This isn’t going to go anywhere if you just shrug it off,” Danny let out a deep sigh. “It’s been…tense…for the last few weeks,” “Few weeks? Didn’t you just move in together the other month?” Crystal asked, already starting to guess at what the problem was. Danny nodded. “The first month seemed good. Then she started complaining that I wasn’t doing enough, and every little detail became this massive argument,” Crystal leaned back in her booth as she just smirked at Danny. Part of her had hoped he would become a little more independent with another woman, but it was clear he really hadn’t learned anything. At least not yet. The waiter returned with her wine, setting the glass down in front of her before sliding a double shot of whiskey to Danny who stared at it wide eyed. He hated most alcohols, but whiskey was especially the least of his favorites. “Your food will be out in another couple of minutes,” The waiter said, giving a smile to Crystal before turning to leave. “I think the kid is going to need a chaser too,” Crystal said with a smirk, giving the waiter's arm a soft touch as he turned to leave as she quickly remembered his hatred for anything that wasn’t sweet enough. “Of course…” The waiter started, looking at Danny. Crystal let out a laugh. His hopelessness was rather cute as Danny continued to twirl his cup, unaware the waiter was even waiting for a response.. “He’ll take a glass of apple juice,” Crystal said, watching the waiter's expression shift as he nodded and turned away. Danny waited for the waiter to leave before awkwardly looking up as he looked at Crystal. “Drink up,” Crystal said. Danny looked back down at the drink. “It’s-” He started. “Take a sip,” Crystal insisted. Danny did as he was told, slowly taking a sip as his face turned to disgust as the liquid sent a strong burning taste throughout his mouth as he recoiled in disgust. “Don’t be such a baby. Drink more,” Crystal insisted, swirling her glass of wine as she took a sip. Stupidly, he tried to gulp a large amount of it back as the burning sensation filled his mouth, spreading down his throat as he forced it down, desperately reaching for the glass of water as he sought immediate relief. Crystal let out a laugh that was soon followed by a chuckle from the waiter who had been unable to hold himself together after having watched everything Danny had gone through tonight. He slid the apple juice across the table, giving Danny a forced smile before chuckling to himself as he walked away. Dinner dragged on as Crystal pried into every little detail about Danny’s life over the past 5 months since they had broken up as she learned just how little had changed. “So, where am I taking you?” Crystal finally asked, breaking up the conversation. Danny felt himself shrink again, having momentarily forgotten about his predicament. “Uh- just the closest hotel I guess,” Crystal paused for a second, scraping the last of her mashed potatoes onto her fork. “Is that what you want?” She asked, cleaning her fork off before chasing down her last bite with the rest of the wine. Danny shrugged, unsure of what his other options were. “When you called me earlier, you said Mommy,” Crystal said, watching as his cheeks reddened. “Your old room is sitting empty if your interested,” Danny looked up, locking eyes with Crystal as he felt himself practically ready to cry again. “Rules would be the same, but if you want something a little more permanent than a hotel…” Danny nodded, suddenly feeling the burden of having to figure out the next steps drop from his chest as he downed the last of his whiskey, chasing it with the meager sip of apple juice he had left himself. “Well then,” Crystal said, wiping her mouth with a napkin as she scooted to the edge of her seat. “Mommy’s going to go use the bathroom,” She said quietly. “Take care of the bill and meet me outside,” Did you enjoy the story? Consider supporting my work over on SubscribeStar! Or be sure to let me know what you thought by interacting with the post!