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PREFACE: I experienced some of this firsthand. However, I've shifted the plot closer to the present day because I don't remember the details from back then well enough. Tom has just turned 13. His cousin Laura is 12, and they share a similar fate: they are bedwetters. His cousin's brother Paul (4 years old) and Paul's sister Viktoria (8 years old) are also part of the story. PART 1: TOM WETS THE BED AGAIN I wasn't far from home now. I had just played a sensational soccer game and scored three goals. Everyone was cheering for me. But now I had to use the restroom urgently. I dropped my bike and started looking around for a toilet, but there was nothing in sight. Out of nowhere, I spotted a white toilet seat behind a bus shelter. There was nobody at the bus stop at the time, and the windows of the house behind it had green shutters that were all tightly closed. I figured I could risk sitting down here real quick to pee. Nobody would see me, and then I’d jump back on my bike and ride home. Right then, my mother’s voice called out. "Tom! Wake up, we're visiting your aunt today. Get ready. Can't you hear me?" She abruptly shook me by the shoulder. Then, everything happened all at once. While my mom was standing over me and I was slowly waking up, I noticed my wet pajamas and the soggy bed. I was wide awake now, remembering the dream where I was looking for a toilet and finally found one. My mom reached for my comforter at that exact same second. I reacted too late. The covers were ripped away. I was sitting half upright in a huge wet spot, my hands still reaching for the blanket. My mom immediately realized what had happened. "Tom! Have you wet the bed again? No way! I thought we were past this. You're 13 years old. Last week was an ‘accident,’ and the day before yesterday too—this is the third time now!" A wave of heat rushed through me; I could feel my face burning with embarrassment. It used to happen all the time until about six years ago, but then it stopped. Well, almost. It still happened once in a while, but every four to six months at the very most. And now here I was, sitting in a wet bed again. “Get up!” I stood up in front of my mom. My pajama pants were sticking to my legs. My shirt was damp all the way down my back. There was a huge wet spot on the mattress. The comforter had soaked through, and even the pillow was wet. "This is unbelievable, everything is soaked! You're not a toddler anymore." My cheeks were flaming. What was I supposed to say? I was so ashamed, I just stood there rooted to the floor. “Take those off.” When I didn't move right away, my mom pulled my shirt over my head. When she tried to reach for my pants, I held onto them tightly. "No, please don't. I can do it myself!" I yelled, running into the bathroom. As I ran, my wet pants made a loud, heavy squelching sound against my skin. “Go take a shower right now!” my mom called after me. When I stepped out of the shower, my wet pajama pants were lying on the floor. Unmistakable proof of what had just happened. It was so humiliating. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I walked back to my room. I picked up the wet pants, holding them away from me with just two fingers. My mom had already stripped the sheets and put my mattress out on the balcony. I cringed. Once again, my blood ran hot. “Do you really have to put the mattress out there?” I groaned. “Yes, of course, Tom. Otherwise, the whole room will smell,” she replied, her voice softening a bit. “What should I do with the pants?” I asked quietly. My mom looked at me with a mix of disappointment, pity, and a hint of anger. "Go back to the bathroom, rinse them out well, and grab your shirt and the sheet too. Then hang everything up on the balcony. I'll throw it in the wash with the rest of the laundry when we get back." Washing the clothes was embarrassing enough, but hanging them right next to my mattress was the absolute worst. Anyone walking past the house could see exactly what had happened. Even the neighborhood kids—and especially the two girls living across the street—would know everything. We played together almost every week. This was the third time in the last two weeks that my mattress was out there. I felt like I could never look them in the eye again. At breakfast afterward, my “accident” wasn't mentioned again. Shortly after, we were in the car on our way to my aunt's house. Part of the family was gathering there today. My aunt had three kids: two girls, Viktoria and Laura (8 and 12), and the youngest was a boy, Paul (4). Laura, who is 12, and I came into the living room to grab a drink after playing. The adults were talking about bedwetting. I froze with embarrassment, and Laura was clearly desperate to leave the room as fast as possible. When we got back home in the afternoon, my mother took care of the laundry and put the mattress back on the slatted frame with the stain facing down. I went to bed around ten p.m. I was just about to fall asleep when my mother came into the room. “Tom! Have you been to the bathroom?” “Yes,” I mumbled. “We’d better go again,” she said, pulling the covers off me and waiting until I got up. “I don't have to!” “Then your bed will be wet again tomorrow, darling. Maybe you'll stay dry tonight.” I shuffled to the bathroom. “Stay there, I'll come and get you.” “Mom, I'm thirteen and not a toddler!” “Yes, Tom, I know, but you'll be happy if you don't have wet pants again tomorrow, won't you? Right?” “Yes, Mom.” She left me sitting there for fifteen minutes. I felt so ridiculous. “So Tom, any luck?” “Yes,” I lied. I didn't want to wait any longer for permission in such a childish way. “See? Then you'll certainly be dry tomorrow, big guy,” she praised me. “Flush, wash your hands, and you can slip into bed. Look how good it smells—I've made everything fresh.” She held the blanket open for me and patted the mattress encouragingly. The next morning, my mother came into the room as I was leaning over the bed. Everything was wet again. She caught me trying to separate the dry parts from the wet ones and stopped in the doorway. “Oh, Tom! Not again! Your pants are sticking to your bottom. Your shirt is all wet.” I turned around and looked shamefaced at the floor, my hands crossed in front of my wet pants as if I could still cover something up. “That's not possible if you went to the toilet yesterday like we agreed. Did you?” I shook my head. “Tom, you're acting like a small child. Now take your clothes off, give them to me, and I'll wash them with the bedding. You go take a shower.” I stood there undecided. Do I have to strip naked now? In front of my mother? “Hurry up, you have to go to school. Put your clothes on the bed. I'll put everything in the machine together.” She was still standing in the doorway. I quickly changed my clothes. “The wet shirt, too,” she urged me. Now completely naked, I piled everything onto the bed and slipped past my mother. When I returned from the shower, she had already stripped the sheets. The wet mattress was back on the balcony, and she was holding out a clean pair of underwear. “Tomi, we're going to have to figure something out if this keeps happening,” my mother said as she helped me get organized for the day. “Mom, please, I promise I'll be more careful tonight.” “All right. Get dressed and come have breakfast.” After school, my mother announced we were visiting my aunt and cousins again. Before we left, she reminded me to use the bathroom. “I'm not a toddler,” I protested. “You don't have to keep reminding me.” “Tom, it's better to be prepared than to deal with a wet bed again tonight. Don't you think?” Defeated, I followed her request. Later, while we were playing in my aunt's garden, my four-year-old cousin Paul was also called in for a bathroom break. My mother insisted I go next, which made me blush furiously in front of my older cousin Laura. To save face, I later muttered something to them about a “health issue.” Back home that evening, my mother was more involved in my bedtime routine than usual. She helped prepare the room and ensured I followed my promise to take my time. Once I was tucked in, she approached the bedside with a thick towel. “We’re going to put this underneath you to protect the mattress,” she explained. “Mom, that feels so childish,” I sighed. “Honey, I know this is difficult, but we have to manage this until we find a better solution. Just sit up for a second so I can place it.”

The scent of expensive lilies and beeswax polish filled the drawing room of the Kensington mansion. Sunlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing around Alex, who lay sprawled across a velvet chaise longue. A half-empty glass of vintage Bordeaux rested precariously on his chest. He wore a silk robe that cost more than a mid-sized car, though it was stained with a smudge of brie. Sophia entered the room. Her heels clicked against the marble floor with the precision of a metronome. She wore a charcoal grey tailored suit that hugged her frame, her dark hair pulled back into a knot so tight it seemed to sharpen her features. She stopped beside him, her shadow eclipsing his sunlight. "The gardener told me you tried to 'supervise' the hedge trimming by napping in the hydrangea bed," Sophia said. Alex didn't move his head. He merely shifted his gaze toward her. "The shade was optimal, Soph. I was meditating on the aesthetics of the garden." "You were snoring loud enough to wake the neighbours in Belgravia." Sophia reached down and plucked the glass from his chest. She didn't drink from it; she poured the remaining wine slowly onto the white Persian rug. Alex bolted upright, his eyes widening. "What the hell is wrong with you?" "I am bored, Alex. I am profoundly, excruciatingly bored of you. You are a decorative ornament that consumes resources and offers nothing in return. No ambition. No utility. Just a vacuum of productivity in a silk robe." Alex scoffed, though he retreated an inch into the cushions. "I provide emotional support. I'm the calm to your storm." "You are the puddle to my ocean. I’ve spent three years funding your 'creative exploration' and your 'spiritual journeys'. The bank account for your whims is closed." Sophia stepped closer, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous hum. "Here is the arrangement. You leave this house by sunset. You take your suitcases, your skincare routine, and your delusions of grandeur, and you find a flat you can actually afford on your non-existent salary." Alex paled. The thought of a damp studio in Croydon sent a shiver through his spine. "You can't do that. We're in love." "Love is an investment, Alex. I’m seeing a negative return. However, I do enjoy having something pretty to look at. I enjoy the idea of total control." She leaned in, the scent of her sharp perfume overwhelming the lilies. "You may stay. But the terms change. You cease to be a partner. You cease to be a man in any capacity that matters. You become my property. I will decide what you eat, when you sleep, what you wear, and how you behave. You will be subject to every whim, every treatment, and every humiliation I deem necessary to make you useful—or at least, entertaining." Alex stared at her. He looked at the opulent ceiling, the gold-leaf cornices, and the sheer comfort of the room. Then he looked at the coldness in Sophia's eyes. "What does 'subject to your whims' actually mean?" "It means you surrender your autonomy. Completely. You will take the supplements I provide. You will wear the garments I choose. You will learn the joy of absolute obedience." Alex swallowed hard. His throat felt dry. "And I get to stay here?" "In the house. Not necessarily in the master suite." "I... I agree." Sophia smiled. It wasn't a warm expression. It was the look of a collector who had just found a rare, fragile insect to pin to a board. "Good. Go to the bathroom. Strip. Leave everything on the floor. I have your first 'treatment' waiting in the kitchen." *** The first two weeks were a blur of chemical haze and soft fabrics. It started with the pills—small, pastel-coloured tablets Sophia insisted he take with every meal. They didn't make him sleepy, but they smoothed the edges of his will. He felt a strange, floating lightness, a desire to please her that overrode his lingering pride. Then came the creams, thick and smelling of chamomile, which she rubbed into his skin until he felt unnervingly soft. By the third week, the silk robes vanished. Sophia stood in the doorway of the guest bedroom, holding a bundle of pink fabric. "Time to dress, Alex." Alex sat on the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of oversized white cotton briefs. He felt small. The pills had stripped away his aggression, leaving behind a pliable, eager sort of anxiety. "What is that?" "Your new uniform. Come here." He obeyed. He didn't question why he walked toward her with a slight shuffle. Sophia unfolded the garment. It was a baby-doll nightie, a frothy confection of pale pink satin and white lace ruffles. It had a small bow at the chest and a hem that would barely cover his thighs. "I can't wear this, Soph. It's... it's a dress. For a girl. Or a baby." "Precisely," Sophia whispered, her fingers grazing his jaw. "You aren't a man anymore, remember? You're my little project. Now, arms up." Alex hesitated for a heartbeat, then lifted his arms. Sophia slid the satin over his head. The fabric was cool and slippery against his skin. As she tightened the ribbons at the back, she pulled them with a sharp tug that made him gasp. "You look ridiculous," she murmured, stepping back to admire her work. "Absolutely pathetic. I love it." "I feel... exposed," Alex whispered, clutching the hem of the nightie. "That's the point. You have nothing to hide because you own nothing. Not even your dignity. Now, lie down. There's one more piece to this ensemble." Alex lay back on the duvet, his heart hammering against his ribs. Sophia reached for a thick, crinkling mass of plastic and absorbent fluff. The scent of baby powder filled the air. "No," Alex breathed, though there was no strength in the word. "Not that. Please." "Shh. Babies don't argue. Babies just accept care." The sound of the adhesive tabs snapping into place was loud in the quiet room. The diaper was bulky, forcing his legs apart and creating a distinct, rustling sound every time he shifted. It felt heavy and restrictive, a physical manifestation of his new status. Sophia stood up, looking down at him with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "Look at you. A grown man in a short pink lace nightie and a nappy. Do you feel the shame, Alex? Does it make your skin prickle?" "Yes," he whimpered. "Good. Shame is a wonderful teacher. It teaches you that your only value is in my satisfaction." *** A month later, the guest bedroom had been converted. It was now a nursery, though scaled for a much larger infant. The walls were a soft, sickening shade of carnation pink. A massive white crib with high slats dominated the centre of the room. Shelves held plush bears, rattles, and rows of powder-blue and baby-pink clothing. Alex sat in the centre of the crib, his legs tucked under him. He wore a frilly pink bonnet tied in a bow under his chin and a matching lace-trimmed nightgown. A pink silicone pacifier was firmly lodged in his mouth, the plastic shield pressing against his cheeks. He didn't think about the boardroom or the art galleries anymore. His world had shrunk to the size of the crib and the sound of Sophia's heels in the hallway. The door opened. Sophia entered, dressed for a gala. She wore a shimmering red sequined gown that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her lips were painted a deep, blood-red. She looked like a goddess of war entering a sanctuary of fluff. Alex's eyes lit up. He made a small, muffled sound around the pacifier, reaching out with his hands. "Are you excited to see me, little one?" Sophia asked, her voice dripping with irony. She leaned over the railing of the crib. Alex leaned toward her, the plastic of his diaper crinkling loudly. He wanted her touch, her approval, the only currency that mattered in this pink prison. "You've been such a good girl today," she said, patting his cheek. "The maid tells me you didn't even try to speak. You just sat here and played with your blocks. Such a disciplined little thing." Alex beamed, the pacifier bobbing up and down. "But tonight, I have a very special event. A fundraiser for the arts. I can't have you fussing or trying to follow me around the house." Sophia reached into a basket beside the crib. She produced a pair of thick, padded mittens made of soft pink fleece. They had small teddy bear faces embroidered on the palms and sturdy Velcro straps at the wrists. "Hands," she commanded. Alex obeyed instantly, offering his wrists. Sophia slid the mittens on, pulling the straps tight. He tried to curl his fingers, but the padding was too thick. He couldn't grip anything. He couldn't even scratch an itch. He was effectively sleeveless, his hands rendered useless lumps of fleece. "There. Now you can't make a mess of your things," she said. She stepped back, admiring the tableau. Alex looked up at her, his eyes wide and pleading, the pink bonnet framing a face that had lost all its masculine hardness. He looked fragile, broken, and entirely dependent. "Do you like your mittens, Alex?" He nodded vigorously, the pacifier clicking against his teeth. "I can't hear you. Use your words." Sophia reached out and plucked the pacifier from his mouth with a sharp pop. "Thank you, Mistress," Alex whispered, his voice thin and breathy. "Mistress? I didn't tell you to call me that. But I find I quite like the sound of it." She leaned in, her red lips inches from his ear. "I'm going to be out until three in the morning. I might have a drink. I might have a dance. I might even bring someone home, though I doubt they'd want to meet my little secret in the nursery." Alex's face fell. A flash of the old Alex—the jealous lover—flickered in his eyes. "You... you're bringing someone?" Sophia laughed, a sharp, crystalline sound. "I can do whatever I please. That was the deal, remember? You stay in the luxury, and I do as I please. Now, let's make sure you're secure." She reached over the rail and produced a heavy silver padlock and a chain. She looped the chain through the slats of the crib and clicked the lock shut. The sound of the metal snapping together echoed through the room. Alex froze. He looked at the lock, then at his mitten-covered hands. He tried to pull at the chain, but the fleece offered no grip. He was locked in. "Wait! Soph, please! Don't leave me like this!" Sophia ignored him, turning toward the mirror to check her lipstick. "You have your bear, you have your nappy,plastic panties and frilly knickers and you have your silence. That's more than you deserve." She turned back to him, her expression cold and distant. "If you're very quiet, and if your nappy is dry when I return, perhaps I'll let you have a bottle of warm milk. If not... well, I think we can put you into a sissy babydoll nighties a seethrough one with lots of frills ." Alex let out a whimpering sound, his chest heaving under the lace. "Stop that noise. It's unbecoming of a baby." Sophia walked toward the door, the sequins of her dress catching the light and throwing red sparks across the pink walls. She paused at the threshold, looking back one last time. "Stay put, Alex. Be a good little thing." The door closed with a heavy thud. A moment later, the sound of the external lock turning clicked into place. Alex lay back in the crib, the crinkle of his diaper the only sound in the room. He looked at the pink mittens, the white slats of the crib, and the oppressive softness of the nursery. He tried to move, to find a way out, but the chain held firm. He curled into a ball, clutching his teddy bear to his chest with his padded paws. He felt the dampness of the diaper, the tightness of the bonnet, and the overwhelming void of his own uselessness. As the hours ticked by, the silence of the house settled over him. He didn't think about the wine or the silk robes. He didn't think about the man he used to be. He only thought about the sound of heels on marble and the hope that, when she returned, she would still find him entertaining. He closed his eyes and waited, a captive in a palace of pink lace, listening to the distant sound of a car pulling away from the driveway.

In the soft glow of their bedroom, Victoria's perfume lingered, a sweet, intoxicating blend of vanilla and sin that clung to the air like a phantom. Theodore, confined to his crib, could smell it, could almost taste it on his lips, a bitter reminder of the life he'd lost. His diapers, thick and wet, pressed against his skin, the childish scent of urine mingling with the faint, lingering traces of his wife's perfume, creating a symphony of his own failure. The house was quiet now, the echoes of Victoria's pleasure fading into the night. Theodore's fists clutched at his stuffed teddy bear , his knuckles white with the effort to hold back tears. The chastity device his wife/mummy had fitted him with earlier that evening dug into his flesh, a constant, cruel reminder of his emasculation. He shifted in his crib, the soggy diapers rustling like a whisper of his shame. A soft creak echoed through the house, the sound of the front door opening. Theodore's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of fear and anticipation. He knew who it was, could picture Lucas's confident stride, the way his broad shoulders filled the doorway. The man who had taken his place, who now owned his wife, his home, his life. The footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing louder, closer. Theodore held his breath, his eyes fixed on the doorway. The scent of Victoria's perfume grew stronger, a silent taunt, a cruel reminder of the life he'd lost. The footsteps stopped, and Theodore could feel the weight of Lucas's gaze, heavy and condescending. "You're awake," Lucas's voice rumbled, a deep bass that seemed to fill the room. Theodore could picture him, standing tall and proud, his hands on his hips, looking down at him with a mix of pity and disgust. Theodore nodded, his throat too tight to speak. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, the shame burning through him like a fever. He was naked, exposed, vulnerable. His diapers, his plastic pants, his frilly pink satin nightie with its pale seethrough chiffon accents, all served as a constant reminder of his place in this house. He was no longer a man, no longer a husband. He was a sissy, a bedwetter, a cuckold. Lucas took a step closer, his eyes never leaving Theodore's face. "Good," he said, his voice a low growl. "I've been thinking about you, Theodore. About how you spend your nights, listening to your wife moan my name. About how you spend your days, in your crib, in your diapers, while I fuck her." Theodore's breath hitched, a sharp, painful sound that echoed in the silence of the room. He could feel the tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. Not in front of Lucas. Not ever again. Lucas took another step closer, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. "You know what I think, Theodore? I think you like it. I think you like listening to her moan, knowing that it's not you making her feel that way. I think you like being in your crib, in your diapers, knowing that you're powerless to stop me." Theodore's breath came in ragged gasps, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. He wanted to deny it, to scream that Lucas was wrong, but the words stuck in his throat, trapped by the truth of Lucas's words. Lucas reached out, his hand closing around Theodore's chin, tilting his head up, forcing him to look into his eyes. Theodore could see the cruelty there, the cold, hard amusement. He could see the power Lucas held over him, the power to hurt him, to humiliate him, to destroy him. "You know what else I think, Theodore?" Lucas whispered, his voice like velvet. "I think you're going to like this ." And with that, he pulled out his hugh erection and pushed it into the adult babies mouth ,the dominance, the ownership. He could taste the future, a future filled with humiliation, with pain, with pleasure. And he could do nothing but surrender, could do nothing but kiss him back, could do nothing but wait for the morning, and the new torments it would bring. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, the pretty eighteen year old baby sitter, a cute blonde college girl named Daisy, was pouring herself a glass of milk. She was dressed in a short, pleated skirt that showed off her long, tanned legs, and a tight, low-cut top that accentuated her ample cleavage. She took a sip of her milk, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she thought about the sissy adult baby in the crib. She had seen him earlier, dressed in a frilly pink satin dress with matching frilly pink satin knickers, and she had to admit, she found it kind of cute. She smirked, thinking about the babyish sounds he made, the way he clutched his stuffed bunny like a lifeline. She was looking forward to teasing him, to making him squirm and blush. She was young, she was sexy, and she knew just how to push his buttons. And she was going to have so much fun doing it. Victoria was a vision of perfection, her long, wavy auburn hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of fire. Her eyes, a deep, piercing brown, sparkled with an intelligence that was both intimidating and alluring. Her thirty eight year old body was a work of art, slim and toned, with curves in all the right places. Her breasts, full and firm, were accentuated by the low-cut neckline of her silky white satin robe, which she wore loosely, revealing tantalizing glimpses of the body beneath. Lucas, her lover, was a mountain of a man, his broad shoulders and thickly muscled arms testament to his power. His cock, a beast of a thing, was thick and long, an eight inch weapon that he wielded with skill and precision. Theodore had seen it, had been forced to his knees by it, had felt it stretching his mouth, his throat, his very being. It was a reminder of his own inadequacy,, tiny puny and thin erection that hung between his legs like a mockery. Late in the evening the house was once aagin with the sounds of Victoria's pleasure, her moans and cries echoing down the hallway, seeping into Theodore's consciousness like a poison. He lay in his crib, clutching her sexy white silky discarded panties to his chest, inhaling her scent, a mix of musk and desire and something else, something dark and primal. He could feel his diapers, thick and wet, pressing against him, the childish scent of urine mingling with the faint, lingering traces of her perfume. He felt humiliated, degraded, but also, inexplicably, aroused. A soft knock echoed at the nursery door, and Theodore looked up to see Daisy, the babysitter, standing in the doorway. She was a vision of youthful beauty, her blonde hair pulled up into a high ponytail, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. She was the epitome of innocence, and yet, there was something calculating in her gaze, something that made Theodore's heart pound in his chest. "Hey there, little girl," she said, her voice like honey, as she sauntered into the room. "I hear you've been a naughty little sissy, wetting your nappies just like a baby." Theodore blushed, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. He clutched the panties tighter, as if they could somehow shield him from her gaze. "I-I'm not a baby," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. Daisy laughed, a sound like tinkling bells. "Oh, honey, please," she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "You're dressed like a baby, you're nappied like a baby wearing frilly pink knickers and plastic pants .. you're even crying like a baby. What are you, if not a baby?" Theodore felt the tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He would not give her the satisfaction. "I'm a man," he said, his voice steady now, determined. Daisy smirked, walking over to the crib and looking down at him, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "A man, huh?" she said, her voice laced with skepticism. "Let's see about that." She reached down, her hands grabbing the waistband of his frilly pink knickers and pulling them down, along with his plastic pants. Theodore gasped when she unpinned his cloth thick terry nappy, feeling the cool air against his skin, feeling the humiliation burning through him like a fever. He tried to squirm away, but Daisy held him fast, her grip like a vice. "There it is," she said, her voice filled with mock awe, as she looked down at his throbbing erection inside its sheathed plastic chasity cage . Okay lets take a good look at you then baby your lovely wife has given me the key to unlock you. With her soft petite hands she unclipped the small sized device and pulled it away from him .His tiny twitching erection springing free , puny ,thin, less than three inches hard. "The mighty sissy cock. I've seen bigger on a Barbie doll.....its a baby dick ...itty bitty clittie isn't it eh, no you are most NOT definiately a man "she laughed . Theodore blushed furiously, feeling the shame wash over him like a wave. He tried to cover himself with his hands, but Daisy slapped them away, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "Uh-uh, little baby girl," she said, her voice stern. "You don't hide your ickle sissy toys from me. I want to see them, all the time this is very funny , quite strange but certainly pathetic ." Theodore felt the tears spill over, sliding down his cheeks in hot, humiliating tracks. He wanted to look away, to close his eyes, to block out the world, but he couldn't. He was trapped, trapped in his crib, trapped in his diapers, trapped in his shame. Daisy laughed again, a sound like music, as she reached down and grabbed a fresh thick cloth diaper from the stack on the changing table. "Alright, little girl," she said, her voice bright and cheerful. "Let's get you cleaned up. You don't want to spend allnight in your stinky, wet diapers, do you?" Theodore shook his head, his throat too tight to speak. Daisy smiled, a cruel, mocking smile,, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she set about ready to clean him with talcing his pubic region tiny balls and hairless penis. Daisy continued humming a tuneless melody, her fingers nimble as she peeled the frilly pink baby knickers and plastic pants down his legs .Then unpined sodden weight of the diaper from Theodore's hips. She stripped away the soiled knickers and the crinkling plastic pants away from his ankles , leaving him exposed and shivering in the nursery's chill. A cloud of white talcum powder puffed into the air, coating his hairless penis and small testicles in a dry, chalky film.Daisy smiled, a cruel, mocking smile,, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she cleaned the sissy baby girl, powdering his skin, changing him like a baby. "There we go," Daisy chirped, her voice bright with artificial sweetness. "All clean and powdery for me and because you have been good so far I won't even put you back into your ickle cage ." She pinned a fresh nappy tight against his waist, then shook out a pair of semi-clear plastic pants. The elastic snapped sharply against his thighs, leaving angry red welts in the pale skin. Over the plastic, she slid a short babydoll nightie of sheer pink chiffon. It was a cloud of frills and transparency. She reached into the drawer for the final touch: matching sheer baby knickers laden with dozens of lace ruffles. "Oooh, these are just so cute and frilly, aren't they, baby?" Daisy sniggered, stepping back to admire her work. "You look just like a little girl." Theodore's face burned. He pressed his back into the crib's mattress, his chest heaving. Daisy leaned in, her breath warm against his ear, her voice dropping to a predatory whisper. "You know what I think, little sissy baby? I think you love this. I think you love being dressed like a baby girl, being treated like a baby girl, being humiliated like a sissy baby girl. I think you love it through and through." Tears spilled over, carving hot tracks through the powder on his cheeks. He tried to find a voice to deny it, but the truth lived in the heavy thrum of his own heart. A loud, guttural moan echoed from the hallway, followed by a sharp, piercing cry of pleasure. Theodore flinched, his fingers clutching a pair of Victoria's worn panties to his chest. The white silky satin felt moist and pungent, smelling of her musk and Lucas's salt. He could almost hear the wet slap of skin on skin, the way Lucas stretched her wide, filling her deep while Theodore lay trapped in lace. Theodore blushed again, feeling Daisy's eyes ,the humiliation burning through him like a fever the sounds of his wifes pleasure and knowing this pretty teenager knew about his cuckold status . He wanted to scream, to rage, to fight back, but he couldn't. He was powerless, trapped in his crib, trapped in his diapers, trapped in his shame. Daisy laughed again, a sound like music, as she leaned in close, her voice dropping to a low whisper. "You know what I think, little sissy baby ?" she said, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "I think you like this. I think you like being dressed like a baby girl , being treated like a baby girl , being humiliated like a sissy baby girl. I think you love being dressed little baby girl , through and through epecailly when your wife is with other men ...much bigger men ." Theodore felt the tears spill over again, sliding down his cheeks in hot, humiliating tracks. He wanted to deny it, to scream that she was wrong, but he couldn't. Because deep down, he knew she was right. He was a sissy, a baby, a cuckold. And there was nothing he could do to change it. As if on cue, a loud moan echoed down the hallway, followed by a sharp cry of pleasure. Theodore's heart clenched in his chest, a bitter, jealous pain that he knew all too well. He could picture Victoria, her body writhing in ecstasy, her hands clawing at the sheets, her legs wrapped around Lucas's waist as he pounded into her, stretching her wide, filling her deep. Theodore could feel the tears coming again, hot and bitter, as he lay in his crib, clutching Victoria's freshly worn panties to his chest,the white flimsy silky satin moist and pungent from her juices listening to her screams, listening to her pleasure, listening to her betrayal.Daisy giggled"awww poor you listening to your mummy and your new Daddy fuck hes really giving it to her I think he will ruin her with that thing hes enormous isnt he " she teased the babified man then began to rub the builky padded chiffon frilled knickers making the plastic pants underneath crinkle noisily The sound was electric ,the crinkle of plastic coupled with his wifes loud moans and cries as she climxed .Within a few minutes of his babysitters dainty hands rubbing his frilly knickers he to came loudly into his thick nappy. Daisy smiled pleased with herself she gave him a kiss on the cheek and tucked his teddy under his arms before leaving him to go to the spare room. It was in the early hours when the sissified adult baby finally fell asleep . The next morning, the nursery door creaked open. Victoria stood there, glowing, wearing a fresh set of white silky panties under her short white matching robe .She was sore between her legs ,her lovers penis had indeed strechhed her very wide and deep She stepped toward the crib the cum oozing from her slick puffy red vagina ,leaning over she flcked her long hair over her ears, smiling down at her baby husband she carefully peeled down the panties and draped the flimsy silky fabric over Theodore's head. In an instant she removed the panties from his head and replaced them with her freshly worn ones .The white satin was heavy, saturated with the remnants of her lover's cum and her own juices.He involuntarilly inhaled her intimite smell , his penis instantly becoming erect in its cloth nappied prison "Do you like the scent of your replacement, Theodore?" Victoria laughed, as she pushed the soft fabric crotch into his nostrills ,the sound of her voice cold and triumphant. Daisy stepped into the room, her eyes lighting up as she saw the scene. She reached for her phone in her pocket. "Oh, this is perfect!" Daisy exclaimed. "Victoria, move the panties slightly so I can see his face. Can I take some photos to show my friends? They won't believe how pretty the little sissy looks this morning." And he knew, with a cold, hard certainty, that this was his life now. This was his future. This was his fate.

I woke to the sound of the monitor's red eye blinking in the corner of the nursery , that unblinking witness to everything I had become. The morning light filtered through the gauze curtains, casting soft shadows across the white bars of my cot. I lay still for a moment, feeling the familiar bulk between my legs—the thick cloth terry nappy Marina had fastened on me the night before, now heavy and warm with my own wetness. The semi-transparent plastic pants crinkled softly as I shifted, their pale pink sheen catching the light. Over them, the high-waisted satin knickers with their ridiculous frills pressed snugly against my hairless thighs, the elastic leaving faint marks on my skin. The sheer pink chiffon babydoll nightie had ridden up during the night, barely covering the tops of the frilled knickers. I could see my reflection in the mirror Marina had positioned deliberately across from the cot—a thirty-six-year-old man dressed like this, small and pathetic in pink lace and rustling plastic. My penis stirred slightly beneath all those layers, that traitorous three inches responding to my own humiliation. Even soft, it was barely visible through the bulk of the nappy, a tiny nub that Marina loved to mock, that Darius— I closed my eyes, trying not to think about Darius yet. Not this early. The door opened. "Good morning, baby girl." Marina's voice was honey and steel. I opened my eyes to see her standing in the doorway, backlit by the hallway light, and my breath caught the way it always did. She was thirty-four and magnificent. Her dark brown hair fell in loose waves past her shoulders, still slightly mussed from sleep. She wore a white skimpy silk robe that clung to her curves—the athletic body she maintained with religious dedication, all soft flesh over firm muscle. Her hazel eyes assessed me with that particular mixture of affection and amusement that made my stomach flip. "Someone's wet," she observed, moving to the side of the cot. She lowered the rail with practiced ease. "Let's get you changed before breakfast." I didn't speak. The pacifier sat on the small shelf beside the cot, but Marina hadn't given me permission to use it yet. I simply looked up at her, feeling that familiar cocktail of shame and desperate arousal. She reached down and pressed her palm against the front of my frilly pink knickers ,the plastic pants rustled noisily , feeling the sodden nappy beneath. The crinkle was obscenely loud in the quiet room. "Soaked through," she said. "My little baby can't hold it at all, can she?" "Marina—" I started, my voice rough from sleep. "Mommy," she corrected, her tone sharpening. "When you're in your nursery and your sweet baby clothes, I'm Mommy. We've discussed this." "Mommy," I whispered, the word both absurd and electrifying on my lips. "I'm sorry." "Nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart. This is what you are ..this is what you asked for ." She smiled, running her fingers through my hair. "This is what we agreed. What you begged for, remember?" I did remember. Every negotiation, every boundary discussed, every safe word established. The contract we'd written together, the limits we'd tested. This wasn't something done to me—it was something I'd crawled toward on my knees, desperate and aching. She helped me out of the cot, and I stood on shaky legs as she peeled away the layers. The nightie came off first, leaving me in just the frilled knickers, plastic pants, and nappy. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of the knickers and drew them down slowly, letting them catch on the plastic beneath before sliding them off entirely. The plastic pants followed with a series of loud crinkles, and then she was unpinning the heavy cloth nappy, exposing me completely. "Oh, baby," she cooed, and I felt my face burn. "Look at that tiny little thing." My penis hung limp and small between my legs, hairless and pale. Marina had taken me to her salon three weeks ago—I could still remember the moment with crystalline clarity. The beautician's name had been Rebecca, a striking woman in her early forties with sharp cheekbones and sharper wit. Marina had explained the situation with perfect casualness while I stood there in just my nappy and plastic pants, the frilled knickers folded neatly on the chair. "Everything off," Rebecca had said, her professional mask slipping into something more playful. "Let's see what we're working with." When Marina had unlocked the plastic pants and unpinned my nappy, Rebecca had actually laughed—not cruelly, but with genuine surprise. "Oh my god," she'd said. "That's... Marina, you weren't exaggerating." "I never do," Marina had replied smoothly. Rebecca had called over two of her colleagues—Nadia, a warm-faced woman of twenty-eight with dark curls and knowing eyes, and Celeste, Marina's friend, twenty years of age and elegant in a way that made me feel even more exposed. Both women had stared openly at my flaccid penis, barely an inch of soft flesh. "Christ, it's tiny," Celeste had said, her voice full of delighted shock. "Can't be more than an inch like that." "Three inches hard," Marina had supplied helpfully, and I'd wanted to die. "My boyfriend is more than twice that size. We are talking eight inches, thick as my wrist." The women had exchanged glances, and Nadia had grinned. "So that's why she keeps you in nappies and frills," she'd said, understanding dawning. "You're not really a man at all, are you just a silly helpless sissy baby girl aren't we ?" And then—god help me—I'd started to get hard. Right there, with all three women watching. My penis had stiffened to its full, pathetic three inches, standing up like a child's thumb. "Oh, she's getting a stiffy," Rebecca had laughed. "Look at that! So teeny. So puny. No wonder you have a boyfriend, Marina." "It turns him on," Marina had explained, stroking my cheek. "Being compared. Being reminded. Knowing that tonight, Darius will be in our bed while baby here listens from the nursery." Celeste had leaned in close, her perfume overwhelming. "Awwww poor baby does it hurt?" she'd asked softly. "Hearing your wife having sex with man ..a man with a much much bigger cock? Hearing her scream his name?" I'd nodded, trembling, my tiny thin erection bobbing. "Good," she'd whispered "because if you were my husband I would certainly dress you as a baby girl and cheat on you." Now, in the nursery, Marina wiped me clean with practiced efficiency, her touch neither tender nor rough—simply matter-of-fact. She applied powder, the scent filling my nostrils, and then reached for a fresh nappy from the changing table. "Darius is coming over tonight," she said casually, as if discussing the weather. She folded the thick cloth beneath me, pulling it up snugly between my legs. "I thought you should know." My stomach dropped. "Tonight?" "Mmm." She pinned the nappy in place, then reached for a fresh pair of plastic pants—these ones clear, showing the white cloth beneath. "He'll be here for dinner. And after." The plastic pants slid up my legs with that distinctive crinkle. She adjusted them carefully, making sure the nappy was fully covered, then reached for the pale pink satin knickers. These were fresh, the frills even more elaborate than the ones I'd slept in, the high waist designed to contain everything beneath. "Step in," she instructed. I obeyed, and she drew them up slowly, the satin cool against my skin. The elastic snapped into place around my thighs, tight enough to remind me constantly of their presence. "There," she said, stepping back to admire her work. "My pretty baby girl." I stood there in just the nappy, plastic pants, and frilled knickers, my chest bare, my face burning. "Marina—Mommy—do I have to... will I be in the nursery?" "Of course," she said, selecting a short pink dress from the wardrobe. "Where else would you be? You'll have your monitor on, your pacifier, your toys. You'll be perfectly comfortable in your cot." "But I'll hear—" "Yes I suppose ," she said simply, holding up the dress. "You'll hear everything I'm sure of it . Arms up." I raised my arms, and she slipped the dress over my head. It was short, barely covering the tops of my frilled knickers, the fabric soft and humiliating against my skin. "You'll hear me with him," Marina continued, smoothing the dress down. "You'll hear what a real man sounds like. What I sound like when I'm properly filled." She cupped my face, her thumb brushing my lower lip. "And you'll lie there in your wet nappy, listening, and you'll understand exactly what you are because we both know this is what turns you on ." My penis was hardening again, that shameful three inches pressing uselessly against the thick cloth. "That's my baby," she murmured. "Always so excited by your own humiliation." She led me downstairs to the playpen in the living room—a large, padded enclosure where I would spend most of the day. She settled me inside with a few toys, a bottle of water, and my pacifier. "Be good," she said, kissing my forehead. "Mommy has things to prepare." I watched her walk away, her hips swaying, and tried not to think about tonight. About Darius's hands on her body. About the sounds she would make. About the way the bed would creak, the headboard rattling against the wall that separated our bedroom from my nursery. About the way she would cry out his name—Darius, yes, fuck me harder—while I lay in my cot, my tiny penis straining uselessly against my nappy, my whole body aching with jealousy and need. The morning passed slowly. Marina moved through the house, occasionally checking on me via the monitor. I could see the red light blinking, knew she was watching even when she wasn't in the room. Around noon, Susan arrived. She was Marina's regular helper—a nineteen year old t-year-old with a warm smile and a wicked sense of humour. She wore jeans and a fitted top, her long blonde curls pulled back in a ponytail. "Hey there, baby girl," she said, approaching the playpen. "How are we doing today?" I looked up at her, the pacifier still in my mouth. She reached down and pressed against my plastic pants, checking my nappy. "Wet again," she observed. "Let's get you changed." She took my arms and pulled me to my feet then helped me out of the playpen with surprising strength and taking my hand walked me across to the changing mat Marina kept in the corner of the living room. She laid me down and began the process of undressing me—dress up, frilled knickers down, plastic pants peeled away with loud crinkles. "You know Darius is coming tonight, right?" she said conversationally, unpinning my nappy. "Marina told me. She's so excited." I said nothing, my face burning. "I've seen pictures on her phone ," Susan continued, wiping me clean. "He's gorgeous. And Marina says he's huge." She glanced down at my exposed penis, soft and tiny. "Not like you at all, baby. Not even close." She applied fresh powder, her hands efficient and impersonal. "I bet it drives you crazy," she said, reaching for a fresh nappy. "Knowing she's going to be with him tonight. Knowing you'll hear every sound. Every moan. Every time she tells him how good he feels inside her." My penis twitched, beginning to harden. "There it is right on cue ," Nadia laughed. "Three whole inches of excitement. So precious." She finished diapering me, pulling on fresh plastic pants and a new pair of frilled knickers. These ones were even more elaborate, the fabric was a pale pink sheer fabric of nylon chiffon with layers of pink lace covering most of the front and rear of the knickers. . "Marina wants you in something special tonight," she explained, shaking out the knickers whilst holding them high as she smiled at them before sliding them up my legs. The elastic snapped against my thighs. "She wants you to look extra pretty while you listen to her getting fucked and these panties are quite sheer so your plastic pants and nappy will be seen." The word hit me like a physical blow. Susan grinned, seeing my reaction. "That's what it is, isn't it?" she said. "Not making love. Not having sex. Fucking. Hard and deep and loud. That's what you'll hear." She dressed me in a fresh baby doll nightie—this one even sheerer than the last, the pale pink fabric barely concealing anything beneath. "Perfect," she said, stepping back. "Marina's going to love this its so short your frilly baby knickers will be on full display ." She returned me to the playpen, and I spent the rest of the afternoon in a haze of anticipation and dread. Evening came too quickly. Marina appeared in a dress I'd never seen before—deep red, clinging to every curve, cut low enough to make my mouth go dry. Her hair was styled in loose waves, her makeup perfect. She looked like sex incarnate. "Darius will be here in an hour," she said, leaning over the playpen. "I'm putting you in your cot now. You'll stay there for the night." She took my hand and pulled me upstairs, her perfume overwhelming, and settled me in the cot. She raised the rails, locking them in place. "Remember your safe word," she said softly, seriously. "If this is too much, you use it. Understood?" "Yes, Mommy," I whispered. "Good." She smiled, the warmth returning. "But I don't think you will. I think you'll lie here and listen and touch yourself through your nappy and love every second of your humiliation while I enjoy some very satisfying sex ." She placed the pacifier in my mouth. "One more thing," she said, her smile turning wicked. "Tomorrow, Celeste and Nadia are coming over for lunch. And you're going to serve us. In your nappies and frills. They're going to see you, talk to you, treat you exactly like the baby girl you are." My eyes widened. "That's right," Marina purred. "No more hiding. No more privacy. Everyone's going to know exactly what you are." She kissed my forehead and left, closing the door behind her. I lay in the darkness, the monitor's red light blinking above me, and waited. Downstairs, the doorbell rang. I heard Marina's delighted greeting, heard Darius's deep voice, heard them laughing together. Heard footsteps on the stairs around an hour later then my wife and her lover entering the master bedroom next door. ............................................................................................................ The bedroom door opened again a few minutes later , and I heard footsteps in the hallway. My heart seized. Was she coming back? Was Darius— The nursery door opened quietly. Marina stood silhouetted in the doorway, still fully dressed in that red dress, her hair perfect, her lipstick unmarked. She closed the door behind her and approached the cot, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor. "Hello, baby girl ," she whispered, leaning over the rail. "I wanted to check on you before things get more... intense." I looked up at her, the pacifier still in my mouth, my tiny erection still pressing uselessly against my nappy. She reached down and gently removed the pacifier, setting it on the shelf beside the cot. "I need you to be very quiet," she said softly. "No sounds at all. Can you do that for Mommy?" I nodded, my throat dry. "Good." She smiled, that wicked smile that made my stomach flip. "But I know how hard it is for you to stay silent when you're excited. So I'm going to give you something to help." She reached into the pocket of her dress and withdrew a pair of white satin and lace bikini panties. Even in the dim light of the nursery, I could see the delicate lace trim, the way the fabric caught the glow from the monitor. "These are from tonight," she said, holding them up. "After Darius has been getting me all excited . They're very damp.... wet ." My breath caught. "Open your mouth," she instructed, her voice gentle but firm. I obeyed, my lips parting. She brought the panties close, and I caught the scent immediately—her arousal, her skin, the faint musk of sex and desire. My penis twitched violently. She opened the waistband and guided them over my head ensuring the wet crotch fabric pressed gently against my lips and nose , letting me feel the delicate satin and lace, the cool silk felt warm She didn't force it deep into my mouth—just held it there, letting me breathe around it, letting me taste the faint salt of her juicy sex. "Suck gently," she whispered. "Just hold it there. Don't try to swallow it. Just... taste me where Darius has been with his fingers ." I did as she instructed, my lips closing softly around the fabric. The scent was overwhelming, intoxicating. I could taste her on the silk, could feel the dampness of the gusset against my tongue. "That's my baby ..good girl ," Marina murmured, her free hand stroking my hair before slowly moving down to my slightly parted legs thighs ,she began to rub the crotch of my padded and frilled knickers . "That's perfect. You're going to stay like this, nice and quiet, while I go back to Darius. You're going to lie here with my panties over your head .. in your mouth, remembering exactly what I am, exactly what he is, and exactly what you're not." Tears pricked my eyes—whether from shame or arousal or both, I couldn't say. She watched me for a moment, making sure I was breathing easily, that the fabric wasn't obstructing my airway. She checked my breathing, her professional concern evident even as her eyes glinted with dark amusement. "Good," she said finally. "You're doing so well." She leaned down and kissed my forehead, her lips soft against my skin. The gesture was almost tender, which somehow made it worse—or better. I couldn't tell anymore. "I'll be back to check on you," she promised. "And tomorrow, Celeste and Nadia will see you like this. They'll see you in your nappies and frills, serving us lunch, being the pretty little baby girl you are." "Sleep well, sweetheart," she said, replacing my pacifier pushing into the soft satin fabric then securing it with the pink ribbon around my head so that the panties were impossible to remove by myself. She turned and left the nursery, closing the door softly behind her. I lay in the darkness, my mouth still tasting of her, my tiny erection still straining against my nappy, and waited for the sounds to begin again. They didn't take long. The bedroom door closed with a soft click. "I had to check on him," Marina's voice drifted through the baby monitor that lay on the small chest of drawers next to my cot .She sounded slightly breathless. "He's all settled. He won't make a sound or disturb us ." "Good," Darius replied, his deep voice carrying an edge of amusement. "Because I'm about to make your wife scream sissy ."he knew I was listening to them both . There was a rustle of fabric, a gasp from Marina. "Oh, fuck," she breathed. "Yes. Just like that. Your cock is so—BIG " The bed creaked as they came together, and I lay there in my cot, my pacifier in my mouth, Marina's sexy panties over my head the scent still on my lips, and listened to my wife surrender completely to another man. Tomorrow, everyone would know. But tonight, I was alone with the knowledge of exactly what I was. And then, after a few minutes of murmured conversation, I heard the sounds begin. The creak of the bed. Marina's soft gasp. Darius's low groan. "God, you're so big," Marina breathed, her voice carrying clearly through the wall. "So thick. I can barely—oh, fuck—" The rhythm started slowly, flesh against flesh, the wet sounds of bodies joining. "Darius," Marina moaned. "Yes. Right there. Deeper." My hand moved to the front of my plastic pants, pressing against the bulk of my nappy, feeling my tiny erection straining uselessly beneath all those layers. "Harder," Marina cried out. "Fuck me harder. I want to feel you for days." The bed began to slam against the wall, a steady rhythm that made the whole house seem to shake. And I lay there in my cot, in my nappy and frills, listening to my wife come apart on another man's cock, and felt more aroused than I'd ever been in my life. This was what I was. This was what I'd chosen. And tomorrow, everyone would know. Chapter Two Morning light filtered through the nursery curtains, pale and unforgiving. I had barely slept. The sounds from the bedroom had continued for what felt like hours—Marina's cries, Darius's low groans, the rhythmic creak of the bed, the headboard striking the wall. At some point I must have drifted off, because I woke to the click of the nursery door opening and Marina's silhouette in the doorway. She was wearing her short silk robe, loosely tied, her hair tousled. She looked satisfied in a way that made my stomach clench. "Good morning, baby girl," she said softly, approaching the cot. "Did you sleep well?" I looked up at her, the pacifier still in my mouth, her panties over my head and shook my head slightly. She smiled. "No, I didn't think so. You were very good, though. Very quiet. Mommy's proud of you." She lowered the rail of the cot and reached down, her fingers checking the front of my frilly pink sheer knickers then into the leg openings of my plastic pants. The crinkle was loud in the quiet room. "Oh, sweetheart," she murmured. "You're soaked. Let's get you changed before our guests arrive." Guests. The word sent a spike of anxiety through me. Marina helped me out of the cot and guided me to the changing table. The plastic sheet crinkled beneath me as I lay back, and she began unfastening the snaps on my baby doll nightie, peeling it away to reveal the high-waisted frilled knickers and plastic pants beneath. "Celeste and Nadia will be here at noon," she said conversationally, as though discussing the weather. "I've told them about most things , Evan. They know about Darius, they know about your little sissy adult baby side side of course and they're very curious to meet you properly in your nursery and see all your pretty baby girl clothes ." My heart hammered. I wanted to speak, to ask exactly what she'd told them, but the pacifier was still in my mouth and Marina hadn't given me permission to remove it. She worked efficiently, unfastening the plastic pants and sliding them down my legs. The wet cloth nappy followed, and the cool air hit my skin. My penis—soft, tiny, lay against my hairless pubis. Marina paused, looking down at me with an expression of fond amusement. "You know," she said, "Celeste asked me yesterday if you got any bigger when hard . I told her the truth. Three inches when you're hard at best . She laughed so much she nearly spilled her wine I think she wants to take some pics to show her friends I said that would be fine ." Heat flooded my face. My penis twitched, beginning to swell despite—or because of—the humiliation. "There it is," Marina said, watching. "Getting excited already. You're such a predictable little thing." She reached for the baby wipes and began cleaning me, her touch clinical but not unkind. As she worked, my erection grew, straining upward—all three pathetic inches of it. "Look at that," she murmured. "Fully hard and still smaller than Darius is soft. Do you know how much he stretches me, baby? How full I feel when he's inside me?" I whimpered around the pacifier. "I know you do," she said. "You heard it all last night. You heard me begging him to fuck me harder, didn't you? You heard me come on his cock—what, four times? Five?" She finished cleaning me and reached for a fresh cloth nappy, shaking it out. The thick terry fabric was soft and absorbent, and she folded it expertly before sliding it beneath me. "Lift your bottom, sweetheart." I obeyed, and she pulled the nappy up between my legs, pinning it snugly at each hip. My erection tented the fabric obscenely. "Now," Marina said, reaching for a pair of clear plastic pants, "before I finish dressing you, there's something we need to discuss." She held up the plastic pants, letting them catch the light. They were semi-transparent, crinkly, and would do nothing to hide the state of my nappy—or my arousal. "Celeste and Nadia are going to ask you questions," she said. "And I expect you to answer them honestly. Do you understand?" I nodded. "Good. Because there's one thing in particular I've told them about, and I want you to confirm it when they ask." My stomach dropped. Marina reached into the pocket of her robe and withdrew a pair of white satin bikini panties. They were delicate, lace-trimmed, and unmistakably hers. Even from where I lay, I could see the faint discoloration in the gusset. "These," she said, holding them up, "are from two nights ago. After Darius left. I wore them to bed, and in the morning, I found you in the laundry room with them pressed to your face." Oh God. "You have a little fetish, don't you, baby?" Marina continued, her voice gentle but relentless. "You like to play with Mommy's worn panties. Especially the ones that smell like sex. The ones that have Darius's cum mixed with mine." My face burned. My erection throbbed. "I'm not angry," she said. "In fact, I think it's perfect. It shows exactly what you are—a cuckolded little sissy who gets off on the evidence of his wife's adultery. But Celeste and Nadia are going to want to hear you admit it. Out loud. In your own words." She set the panties aside and slid the plastic pants up my legs, snapping the elastic around my thighs. The crinkle was deafening. "Can you do that for Mommy?" she asked. "Can you tell my friends that you like to sniff and lick my dirty panties?" I closed my eyes, nodding. "Good baby," she whispered, kissing my forehead. "Now let's get you dressed. We have a lot to do before they arrive." By eleven-thirty, I was fully dressed and positioned in the playpen in the living room. Marina had chosen my outfit with care: a fresh cloth nappy and plastic pants, high-waisted pale-pink satin knickers with layers of lace ruffles that barely covered the curve of my bottom, and my sheer baby doll nightie that ended just below the frills. The fabric was so thin that every detail beneath was visible—the crinkle of the plastic, the bulk of the nappy, the outline of my still-present erection. She had brushed my hair until it shone, applied a touch of lip gloss, and fastened a pink satin ribbon in a bow at the crown of my head. "You look adorable," she said, stepping back to admire her work. "Celeste and Nadia are going to eat you up." I sat in the playpen, surrounded by plush toys and baby blocks, my pacifier in my mouth, and tried to calm my racing heart. At exactly noon, the doorbell rang. Marina answered it, and I heard the bright, confident voice of Celeste Rowan. "Marina! how are you!" "Come in, come in," Marina said warmly. "Nadia's just behind you, I hope?" "Right here," came a second voice—younger, warmer, with a slight accent. Nadia Flores. Footsteps approached, and then they were in the living room, and I was looking up at two women who were about to see me at my most vulnerable. Celeste was tall and elegant, with her sleek blonde hair cut in a sharp bob and piercing blue eyes. She wore tailored trousers and a silk blouse, and she carried herself with the confidence of someone who had never been embarrassed in her life life. Nadia was shorter, with warm brown skin and dark curly hair pulled into a high ponytail, and she wore jeans and a fitted sweater that showed off her figure. Her eyes were bright with curiosity and mischief. Both of them stopped when they saw me. "Oh my God," Celeste breathed, her hand flying to her mouth. "Marina, you weren't exaggerating look at that pretty nightie ." "I told you, she will be wearing something extra humiliating " Marina said, smiling. "This is Baby Evie." Nadia let out a delighted laugh. "Look at those frills! And is that—are those plastic pants?" "They are," Marina confirmed. "Evie's in nappies full-time now. It's just easier this way, and honestly, I think she prefers it. Don't you, baby?" I looked up at her, my face burning, and nodded slowly. "She can't talk right now," Marina explained. "She has her paci. But she understands everything we're saying, and she'll answer questions when I allow it." Celeste approached the playpen, crouching down to get a better look at me . Her perfume was expensive and overwhelming. "You're really committed to this, aren't you?" she said, her voice a mix of amusement and fascination. "The whole baby-girl thing. The cuckolding. All of it." I nodded again. "And you're okay with us being here? Seeing you like this?" I hesitated, then nodded once more. It was true. I had agreed to this. I had begged for it, in fact, during one of our late-night negotiations. "Good," Celeste said, straightening. "Because I have so many questions." Nadia joined her, leaning over the rail of the playpen. "Can I touch the frills? They're so pretty." "Of course," Marina said. "Evie loves being admired, don't you, sweetheart?" Nadia reached down and ran her fingers over the ruffled lace of my knickers, and I shivered at the contact. "They're so soft," she murmured. "And I can see everything underneath. The plastic, the nappy... Is she wet?" "Not yet," Marina said. "But she will be. Evie doesn't have much control anymore." "That's so hot," Nadia said, grinning. "I mean, in a totally fucked-up way, but still." Celeste laughed. "Agreed. Marina, you've really outdone yourself." "Thank you," Marina said, clearly pleased. "Now, why don't we sit down? I've prepared lunch, and Evie is going to serve us. Aren't you, baby?" She reached into the playpen and removed my pacifier, and I gasped at the sudden absence. "Yes, Mommy," I whispered. "Louder, please," Marina said. "Our guests couldn't hear you." "Yes, Mommy," I repeated, my voice stronger. "Good girl," Marina said. "Now, I'm going to let you out of the playpen, and you're going to bring us our plates from the kitchen. One at a time. Can you do that?" "Yes, Mommy." She lowered the side of the playpen, and I climbed out, acutely aware of how I looked—the short baby doll barely covering my frilled knickers, the crinkle of my plastic pants with every step, the bulk of the nappy between my legs forcing me to waddle slightly. Celeste and Nadia watched me with undisguised fascination as I made my way to the kitchen. Marina had prepared a simple lunch—salads, sandwiches, a pitcher of iced tea—and I carefully carried the first plate back to the living room, setting it in front of Celeste. "Thank you, Evie," she said, her tone dripping with condescension. "What a helpful little baby you are." I returned to the kitchen for the second plate, my face burning, my erection straining against the nappy. When I brought Nadia her plate, she reached out and patted my bottom, and the crinkle of the plastic was loud enough to make everyone laugh. "Oh, that sound," Nadia said. "I love it. It's so... babyish." "Isn't it?" Marina agreed. "Evie, bring my plate, and then you can sit on the floor by my feet while we eat." I obeyed, and soon I was kneeling on the carpet, my frilled bottom resting on my heels, while the three women ate and talked above me. "So," Celeste said after a few bites, "Marina told us about Darius. How long has that been going on?" "About a two weeks now ," Marina said. "It started as a fantasy for Evan and so we discussed it , and then it became real. Darius is... well, he's everything Evan isn't ..my baby husband has never been able to satisfy my sexual needs of course other than oral sex so it was the perfect solution to be honest." "Bigger?" Nadia asked, grinning. "Much," Marina confirmed. "Evan is about three inches when he's fully hard. Darius is around eight inches ." Celeste whistled. "That's quite a difference." "It is," Marina said. "And Evan loves it. Don't you, baby?" I looked up at her, my throat tight. "Yes, Mommy." "Tell them why," Marina prompted. I swallowed. "Because... because it makes me feel small. And helpless. And it reminds me that I'm not a real man." "Oh, sweetie," Nadia said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "That's so sad. And so hot allowing your wife ....mummy to have sex with a man ...a much bigger man ." Celeste leaned forward, her eyes locked on mine. "And you listen to them? When they're together?" "Yes," I whispered. "What do you hear?" I hesitated, and Marina's hand came down to stroke my hair. "Answer her, baby," she said gently. "It's okay." "I hear... I hear Mommy moaning. And crying out. And telling Darius how good he feels. How big he is. How much she loves his cock." "And does that turn you on?" Celeste asked. "Yes." "Even though it's humiliating?" "Because it's humiliating." Celeste sat back, a slow smile spreading across her face. "You really are a perfect little cuckold, aren't you?" "Yes," I said, my voice barely audible. "Louder," Marina said. "Yes!" I repeated. "I'm a cuckold. I'm a sissy. I'm a baby girl who gets off on being humiliated." "Good," Marina said, her hand still stroking my hair. "I'm proud of you for being so honest." Nadia set down her fork and leaned forward. "Marina, you mentioned something else. About the panties?" My stomach dropped. Marina smiled. "Oh, yes. Evie has a little habit. Don't you, baby?" I closed my eyes, my face burning. "Tell them," Marina said. "I... I like to play with Mommy's worn panties," I whispered. "What was that?" Celeste asked, cupping her ear theatrically. "I didn't quite catch that." "I like to play with Mommy's worn panties," I said, louder this time. "And what do you do with them?" Nadia asked, her eyes gleaming. "I... I smell them. And sometimes I lick them." "Even when they're dirty?" Celeste asked. I nodded. "Even when they have Darius's cum in them?" I nodded again, and both women burst into laughter. "Oh my God," Nadia said, wiping her eyes. "That's the most pathetic thing I've ever heard." "Isn't it?" Marina agreed. "But it's also perfect. It shows exactly what Evie is—a cuckolded little sissy who craves the evidence of my adultery." She reached into her pocket and withdrew the white satin panties from earlier, holding them up for Celeste and Nadia to see. "These are from two nights ago," she said. "After Darius left. I found Evie in the laundry room with them pressed to her face." "Can I see?" Celeste asked, and Marina handed them over. Celeste examined them, holding them up to the light. The gusset was clearly stained and crusted with a mixture of cum, and she wrinkled her nose in mock disgust. "Oh, wow," she said. "You can really see it. That's so pathetic of you baby ...you are very naughty ." She passed them to Nadia, who inspected them with equal fascination. "Does Evie get to wear them?" Nadia asked. "Sometimes," Marina said. "As a reward. Or a punishment, depending on how you look at it." "I think we should make her wear them now," Celeste suggested. "Over her head, maybe? Like a little panty face veil?" Marina laughed. "That's a wonderful idea, but I have something even better planned for later. For now, I think Evie needs a nappy change. She's been very good, but I can tell she's getting uncomfortable." She was right. The pressure in my bladder had been building, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. "Can we watch?" Nadia asked eagerly. "Of course," Marina said. "In fact, I'd like you both to help. Evie, up on the changing table, please." I stood, my legs shaking, and waddled toward the changing table that Marina had set up in the corner of the living room. It was an adult-sized piece of furniture, padded and covered in a plastic sheet, and I climbed onto it with as much dignity as I could muster. Marina, Celeste, and Nadia gathered around me, and I lay back, staring up at the ceiling, as Marina began pulling down my frilly pink knickers to my ankles then unfastening my plastic pants. "Look at that," Celeste said as the nappy was revealed. "She's wet. I can see the yellow stain." "She is," Marina confirmed, sliding the plastic pants down my legs. "Evie doesn't have much control anymore. Do you, baby?" "No, Mommy," I whispered. She unpinned the nappy and opened it, and the smell of urine filled the air. "Oh, wow," Nadia said, leaning in. "That's so babyish." Marina cleaned me efficiently, and as she worked, my penis began to swell again. "There it is," Celeste said, pointing. "Getting hard again. Let's see how big it gets I want to take some some pics of this I have even brought a tape measure along." Within moments, I was fully erect straining upward. "Oh my God," Nadia said, her hand flying to her mouth. "That's it? That's as big as it gets really ?" "That's it," Marina confirmed. "Three inches. Maybe on a good day." Celeste and Nadia both took out their phones and took several photos then Celeste went into her pocket and produced a tape measure .She unrolled it and gently held it along side my twitching erection .All three women looked in closer .Nadia was first to speak . " Shit that's not even three inches Marina hes ...two point seven inches hard! .They bust out giggling . "That's so tiny," Celeste said, her voice filled with wonder. "I've never seen one that small. It's like a little button." "It is, isn't it just the I suppose being less than three inches is why I often struggled to feel him inside me and why it slipped out so much " Marina said, reaching down to flick it with her finger. It bobbed pathetically, and all three women laughed. "Does it even work?" Nadia asked. "Oh, it works," Marina said. "Evie can come, but like I said it's not very satisfying for me . That's why I have Darius." "Makes sense," Celeste said. "I mean, what are you supposed to do with that?" "Exactly," Marina said. She reached for a fresh nappy and slid it beneath me. "Lift your bottom, sweetheart." I obeyed, and she pulled the nappy up between my legs, pinning it snugly. "Now," she said, reaching for a fresh pair of plastic pants, "let's get you dressed again. We have more to discuss." She slid the plastic pants up my legs, snapping the elastic into place, and then put my frilly knickers back on before helping me sit up. "Back to the floor, baby," she said. "Kneel by my feet." I climbed down from the changing table and resumed my position on the carpet, my face burning, my erection still straining against the fresh nappy. The three women returned to their seats, and Marina poured more iced tea. "So," Celeste said, "what's next for you two? Are you going to keep escalating?" "Actually," Marina said, "I have something planned for next week. Darius is coming over for dinner, and I've invited a few more friends. Evie is going to serve us, just like she did today, but with one addition." My heart began to pound. "She's going to be wearing a pair of my worn panties," Marina continued. "Openly. Over her head . So that everyone can see them. And everyone will know exactly what they are and what they mean." Celeste's eyes widened. "That's brilliant." "Isn't it?" Marina said. "And Evie has already agreed to it. Haven't you, baby?" I looked up at her, my throat tight, and nodded. "Say it," she prompted. "Yes, Mommy," I whispered. "I've agreed to wear your worn panties in front of your friends." "And Darius," Marina added. "And Darius," I repeated. "And to ensure you know your place Darius is going to put you over his lap and spank your bottom isn't he sweetheart ..you recently confessed your pathetic need for a spanking from a real man and I cant wait for that Darius is looking forward to it just as much" " Good girl," Marina said, stroking my hair. "I'm so proud of you no more secrets okay." Nadia leaned forward, her eyes bright laughing at the absurdity . "Can we come we would love to see him being spanked by your boyfriend " "Of course," Marina said. "I wouldn't dream of doing it without you I have even invited his babysitter, Susan " Celeste raised her glass. "To Evie," she said. "The most obedient little cuckold I've ever met." "To Evie," Nadia echoed, and they clinked glasses. I knelt on the floor, my face burning, my erection throbbing, and realized that this was only the beginning. Marina had so much more planned. And I had agreed to all of it.

I thought I'd finally try my hand at writing, given all the excellent stories from all the great writers over the years. (Thank you). In the spirit of the article, I am resurrecting this old excellent story and adding to it slowly. (I can't locate the author to confirm and the last reference to this story is from a defunct website 8 years ago). We Potty The original story (Chapters 1-9) is written by Stacylove92. This fictional story contains explicit adult content and is intended for readers 18 and older. If you are under 18 or uncomfortable with mature themes, please stop reading now. Synopsis: Chris is a 18-year-old lifelong bed and pants-wetter enrolled against his will into We Potty, a dubious “last resort” potty training and behavioural program, typically reserved for younger children. Chapter 1 “Chris…Chris! Come on, it’s time to get up.” Mom’s nagging voice tore me from glorious slumber. “I’m up! God, I can get up on my own. You don’t have to treat me like a fucking kid!” I hated being woken from a good sleep. It instantly put me in a bad mood. “You know I don’t like curses. I need you downstairs young man.” “Oh my God! I’ll be down when I’m ready. I just woke up!” As I sat up I became aware of that familiar feeling, a wet bed under my butt. ‘Ughh. Couldn’t I at least be dry today of all days. What a way to start adulthood.’ I hated waking up wet. It made me feel anything but the normal young man that I wanted to be. I got out of bed and peeled off my urine soaked Scooby Doo pajamas and let them drop to the tile floor beneath me. Next off were my boxers which clung to my legs. I picked up my clothes, bunched them into a ball and threw them onto my bed. I heard everyone talking downstairs in the kitchen. I felt apprehensive about bringing my soiled sheets down in front of everyone. Not that this was anything at all new, but I knew I was getting way too old for this. I also knew I would get in trouble if I left my stuff laying around again. I then grabbed my soiled comforter and pajamas off of my bed to unveil a large rectangular pad stained from countless accidents. My “pee pad” as mom annoyingly called it was completely soaked. I was so frustrated. I barely drank at all last night. I grabbed relatively clean boxers and gym shorts from my hamper and put them on. It’d be a waste to put clean clothes on my dirty body. I headed downstairs with my pee soaked items in my arms. I hated the walk of shame. Mom, Dad and Victoria were all at the kitchen table eating breakfast. Victoria, my fourteen year old brat of a sister, smirked as she watched me walk to the washing machine. Mom said, “There’s the birthday boy! How does it feel to be eighteen? Does that mean I have to call you the birthday man?” Mom laughed. She always laughed at her own dumb jokes, I guess somebody had to. She was much too cheery for this early in the morning. I just ignored her as I stuffed my soiled laundry into the washing machine. I added detergent, but no fabric softener as it would ruin the pad. I closed the door and started the wash. Mom said, “Cheer up honey. When you get out of the shower I’ll have chocolate chip pancakes waiting for you.” Finally one good reason to be woken up at 9:00 am. I headed back upstairs and got in the shower. It felt refreshing to wash the stale urine off of my body. When I was done I dried off and wrapped a towel around myself. Now I could forget this morning’s events and get on with my eighteenth birthday. Today was the first day of the rest of my life. Okay that’s maybe that’s a little cliche, but it’s hard not to feel that way on your eighteenth birthday. I was also excited to see Marie today. I had something big planned. Chapter 2 As I walked back into my room I was hit by the pungent smell of stale urine which was sharply in contrast to the fresh, clean scents of a shower. I closed my door behind me and let the towel drop to the tile floor below. I thought carefully about what to wear today. I wanted to look my best for Marie. You see, Marie and I have been best friends for more than ten years now. I’ve never really had many guy friends. But anyway, lately I’ve been wanting to have more than just a friendship with Marie. She was a late bloomer, just about one of the last in our grade, but with how much she grew into her body lately, bloomed seemed like an understatement. When that other prison sentence, some of you might call it school, had been officially served in full last week almost every guy tried to consolidate summer plans with Marie. I wanted to make sure the only guy she would be interested in this summer would be me. I knew by summer’s end Marie intended on going out of state to a really good college she had been accepted into. I always did well in school, but even my grades hadn’t been good enough to be accepted. Besides I wasn’t interested in going away to school, it seemed like a hassle being away from home. I was not looking forward to essentially losing my only friend. I figured if we were a thing, maybe I could convince her to stay local for college like I was. And even if she still went, at least I would not have to worry about her meeting some stupid know it all, because then she would be mine. I decided upon a nice pair of jeans and a black polo collared shirt. I didn’t want to overdo it. I walked over to the mirror I had standing in the corner. I had to admit I looked pretty good. Marie would have a hard time turning me down when I asked her to take our relationship a step further. Besides, how could she turn me down on my birthday? I certainly didn’t want to ruin our friendship, it meant a lot to me, but I thought about this for a while. I didn’t want to sit around til she was taken by some other guy who didn’t deserve her. Somebody was going to be the lucky guy to be her boyfriend sooner or later. It might as well be me. I grabbed some Axe off of my dresser and sprayed it. I then headed down for breakfast. I grabbed the pancake that looked like it had the most chocolate chips and slathered crunchy peanut butter all over it. The warm pancake made the peanut butter all gooey. I cut it up and dove into sweet indulgence. “When I’m done eating can one of you please take me to Marie’s? I don’t feel like walking and it is my birthday after all.” Mom and Dad exchanged a nervous glance between the two of them. My mom started speaking, “Look honey, we need to talk. It’s about how come I woke you up this morning.” I was confused and my mind swirled through the realm of possibilities of what she could be talking about. ‘Maybe we’re going to Seven Banners theme park.’ I had been dropping hints I wanted them to take me and Marie there. And we would have to leave early to get a full day of thrills, which is why she must have woken me so early. “We sort of got you a different type of birthday present this year. It’s not exactly one that can be wrapped up and opened. We just don’t know how happy you will be about it.” ‘Oh, I will settle just fine for a day at Seven Banners’, I thought to myself. I tried to keep a straight face. At least I could pretend to be surprised when they told me about it. Mom kept on talking, “Chris, your wetting problem has not gotten any better. In fact, it has gotten worse lately. We really need to do everything that we can to get this under control. I know we have tried a lot of things that haven’t worked, but we found a program that really seems to know what they’re doing. They even focus on the day wetting unlike that other program that only tried to help at night. I don’t want you to get upset, but this was all we could afford now, so it will be your only present this year.” Well that was a slap in the face. I felt stupid getting my hopes up about Seven Banners. I was also mad. How could they try to pass this off as a birthday present? Don’t get me wrong, it would be totally awesome to be dry, more awesome than anything else, but still. I was done talking about this. I didn’t need my confidence killed before I went to meet up with Marie. “Can we not talk about this right now? So are one of you driving me or am I walking?” I couldn’t wait to take my road test so I didn’t have to depend on them to drive me anymore. Mom and Dad shared another nervous glance. ‘Great, what now?’ I thought. Mom once again started speaking. She was the spokesperson of my parents. “Baby, I’m sorry, but we need you to stay home for now. We have your orientation scheduled with your counselor. You need to be home for this. They’ll be here soon. It shouldn’t take that long to be over with, an hour at most.” I completely lost it. I started yelling, “Are you fucking serious?!?! Why in the world would you do this on my birthday out of every single day of the year? This is so dumb.” Dad rose his voice at me, “Hey! Watch your language.” I winced a little bit and looked down. “Do we really need to do this today?” I whined out. Mom started speaking, “I’m sorry baby, I really am. I have been looking into this program for a little while now, but they haven’t had any openings. They can only have so many kids enrolled at once. It just worked out a slot finally opened up, and we had to take it when we could. They said it doesn’t look they will have any more openings for enrollment anytime soon. And your counselor insisted we get started on the program right away because there’s no point taking up a position if we’re not using it. And I have to say I agree with her honey.” I threw my arms up in frustration. “But me and Marie already said we were hanging out today. We can just do this tomorrow. You’re calling them and cancelling right now!” Dad rose his voice again sounding angrier this time. “This is happening whether you like it or not. We have been plenty patient with your accidents and we have just about had it. They are already on their way and we are not cancelling it. I don’t care if it’s your birthday or what plans you have, this is happening Christopher.” “Well I’m eighteen now. I can just leave and you can’t do anything about it.” That one really set Dad off. His face was beet red. “Like hell you’ll leave! Don’t you even think about it. We did not have them drive all of the way here for nothing. As long as you still live in my house, you’ll live by my rules! If you walk out that door don’t even think about coming back! I’ll leave all of your stuff on the curb in a heartbeat.” Mom put her hand on Dad’s leg and he stopped on his tirade. I hated how he could get mad so quickly. Dad really needed to work on controlling his anger. He loses it when me or Victoria don’t listen to him. I knew better than to argue with him when he was like that. I looked pleadingly at my mom. She didn’t buy into it. “Baby we really need to do this. It is happening. You’ll appreciate it sooner or later, I promise you. And Victoria even went over to Brittany’s house so she won’t be around today.” That was good at least. Last time we had someone over for that bed wetting program that brat turned it into a mockery about me for the whole entire time. So I had lost that battle really quickly. For some reason it always seemed like as soon as I reached today I would be free of my parent’s rules. I guess that was an oversight of the fact that I would still be living with them. I made a mental note to get working on a job. I finished my pancake and then moped around the house. Me and Marie had agreed to meet up by 11:00, and since this person wasn’t coming until 10:30 I knew that I’d have to be late. ‘What a way to start my birthday.’ I was about to text Marie when there came a knock at the door. I looked out the window to see a van parked in the street in front of our house. The words “WE POTTY” were emblazoned across the side of the van. ‘Oh sweet Jesus, take me now.” Chapter 3 I watched with nervous anticipation as dad walked towards the door. He clutched the door knob, twisted it and pulled the door back to reveal a drop dead beauty standing behind it. She looked like she was only in her mid-twenties. My heart absolutely sank. I was expecting it to be some old man like it had been with the other program. There was no way this goddess looking creature could be here to discuss the problem I have. She extended her hand to Dad. “Hello. It is a pleasure to meet you! My name is Emily. I am here for Chris’s orientation with We Potty. She gave Dad a beaming smile. Dad told her to come in and then introduced himself, “Hi Emily. It is nice to meet you too. I’m Jack.” My mom then walked over to her and gave Emily a half hug. “It is so nice to meet you. I am so happy we were assigned you as a counselor. Trudy said you were her counselor there.” Emily smiled to her, “Oh likewise. It is nice to meet you as well. And thank you. I most definitely do try my best.” While she looked young she came off as someone much older. Perhaps it was the slow and careful elocution of her speech. She then looked over at me and I looked down to the floor. “And who is that we have hiding in the corner over there? Could that be Chris?” Mom replied, “Yeah that is Chris. He wasn’t too happy about this being on his birthday.” I heard Emily give a compassionate “Ohhh.” Then I heard the sound of heels making their way towards me across the wooden floor. ‘Great.’ I thought, ‘Just leave me alone.’ The footsteps came to a stop and I knew she was standing in front of me. I looked up slightly and saw her hand extended towards me. I reluctantly grabbed it and gave it a meek shake. I noticed how silky and soft her skin felt. “It is nice to finally meet you Chris. My boss Trudy told me all about you.” ‘Yeah. I’m sure she told you all of the flattering details about how I still pee myself.’ I mumbled that it was nice to meet her too. I momentarily looked up at her deep, blue, sparkling eyes before averting my gaze back to the ground. “Happy Birthday too! I was told that this was going to be your birthday present. I know that doesn’t sound too fun. And you don’t seem happy right now, but trust me this is the best birthday present I can think of.” ‘You must not be thinking too hard.’ I could have thought of many better birthday presents. Actually, no present was starting to seem better at this point. Emily clapped her hands together, “So, shall we get started then?” We all headed over to the couches at the far end of the room. My mom and dad sat on the loveseat. Emily put her bag down and sat on the other couch. I stood there wanting nothing more than to just get this over with. Emily patted the cushion next to her. “Come sit. I promise you I won’t bite.” When I hesitated she tilted her head to the side and gave me a pouty, imploring look. How could I say no? I obliged and sat on the couch next to her. I was overcome by her enchanting perfume. My heart started pounding being in close proximity to such a beautiful woman. To be honest I get really shy around pretty girls. I’ve never had a girlfriend. The only reason I even feel so comfortable with Marie is that we’ve known each other since we were kids. Emily looked over to my parents and began speaking, “So I know Trudy briefly discussed this with you Sarah, but I will go over it again. It is our goal at Progressive Options for the Toilet Training of Youth, to provide toilet training for children who have not yet been successful with it. We consider our services to be of the utmost importance. Yet our program has never dealt with a child quite Chris’s age before. A majority of our trainees are much younger as uncontrolled wetting and soiling tends to only be a problem for younger children.” She quickly turned to me, “Not that there’s anything wrong with you.” And then turned back to my parents. “Therefore it will be inevitable that some aspects of the program are geared towards children much younger than Chris, but I am confident we can really make this work. I am looking forward to working with you all. We recently had a lot of success with a fourteen year old girl. She went from suffering nearly constant accidents to being consistently dry. Doesn’t that sound good to you Chris?” Even though I really disliked the way she sort of talked to me like a kid I couldn’t deny that did sound good. Oh how nice it would be to be done with this stupid problem once and for all. I shrugged my shoulders in response. “Come on you can show some more excitement than that.” Emily looked like she was actually waiting for me to be more excited. But really, exactly how excited should an eighteen year old be about potty training? She realized she wouldn’t get any more out of me and moved on. She reached into her bag and procured a marble notebook, which she placed on her lap. She went fumbling through her bag again and came out this time with a pen. She opened the notebook and thumbed through the pages until she stopped at one towards the back. I saw my name written on the top of the page. She clicked the pen once and brought it’s point down to the page. She made a few scribbles and then looked up at Mom and Dad. “Now Sarah I know you and Trudy briefly discussed Chris’s health history and toileting habits on the phone to make sure Chris would be a candidate for our program. But I would like to go over them in detail. It will really help me best approach a treatment plan.” I knew all of the embarrassing questions that would be coming. I had been to one too many urologists over the years. Well more like five or six too many if we want to be accurate, but that’s beside the point. Mom summed up my health history, “Besides his bladder problem he has always been a healthy, normal boy. He’s always been one of the strongest boys his age. The best looking too I might add at that.” Mom smiled at me. I let out a disgruntled sigh. “Yes he is quite a handsome young guy.”, Emily said with a smile. I blushed so hard. I watched as Emily jotted down more notes. “So has Chris ever had any period of dryness?” Mom didn’t hesitate to answer. She shook her head from side to side. “No, never. He was still in diapers at five. The only reason we even took him out of them was so that he would be allowed to go to school.” ‘Dammit.’ That woman was always giving away extra information where it wasn’t needed. She always seemed so eager to talk to these people about my problem. I shot mom the dirtiest look I could muster. Mom saw it, “Relax honey. This is Emily’s job. There is nothing we can tell her that will surprise her. There’s no need to be embarrassed.” ‘Yeah that’s easy for you to say.’ I thought, ‘You’re not the one having your deepest secrets discussed like the latest, hottest gossip.’ Emily asked how I managed when I was taken out of diapers. Mom was once again oh so eager to answer. “We should have just kept a dresser of his clothes at the nurse’s office. Let’s leave it at that.” Mom chuckled at her dumb joke. ‘Oh my God. Just shut up mom.’ I looked over at Emily’s serious face and was glad to see she did not find Mom’s joke so funny. Emily then asked how often I was wetting the bed now. Mom told her it was still every night. “Oh my” Emily said in a sympathetic voice. “That must be very upsetting for you Chris.” I rolled my eyes. “Well don’t you worry. Before you know it you’ll be all dry just like a big boy.” I scowled at her comment. ‘That was condescending. I’m an adult for crying out loud, more than just a “big boy.” They continued discussing my wetting. When Emily asked if I still soiled myself, which I definitely don’t, I tuned out the rest of their discussion. Eventually Emily announced we were near the end of this humiliating interview. I tuned back in, at least we were getting somewhere. “Alright and one last thing” Emily said while holding up her index finger, “Sarah, you said over the phone that Chris is currently not wearing any form of absorbent protection either during the day or night. Correct?” Mom nodded her head. ‘Well no shit Sherlock, obviously I don’t wear “absorbent protection”. I’m eighteen, not a baby for crying out loud.’ Emily then verified with mom that my waist size was 32 inches. ‘Waist size? Oh come on. Seriously?’ I knew what that meant. Another pair of those stupid underwear that were a bedwetting alarm. We had used that exact alarm with the last program for two friggin’ years. That didn’t help any better than the first alarm we had tried on our own. ‘Why are we doing this again? Haven’t we tried enough godforsaken bed wetting alarms by now? I think I’ll scream if we’re really doing this whole alarm thing again. Emily closed her notebook and put it away in her bag. She stood up from the couch, “If you’ll excuse me I will be right back. I just need to get some supplies out of the van.” Dad stood up along with her and asked if she needed any help. “I can manage. Thank you though.” I couldn’t help but to stare at her perfect ass as she walked away. Chapter 4 It didn’t take long before Emily was walking back in. Dad once again held the door for her, only this time she held a large plastic bin in her arms. It looked sort of heavy the way she was struggling to carry it. Let’s be honest though, she’s a girl, she’s probably just not that strong. And I’m sure carrying that in heels didn’t make it any easier. She brought the bin over by the couches and placed it on the ground with a thud. Why she would need something so big for a bedwetting alarm? I started to wonder if there were other things in there, and if so just what were those other things? After my first surprise this morning I was not in the mood for anymore. I was starting to get a bad feeling about all of this. Well let me rephrase that. I was starting to get a worse feeling about all of this. We all sat down on the couches again. Emily began speaking, “So Sarah, I know that Trudy explained our program over the phone. Did you hold off on explaining the program to Chris like we had discussed?” Mom nodded her head, “Yeah. He didn’t even know you were coming until this morning.” “Uh oh, did somebody get a birthday surprise this morning? Well it really is best if I personally get to explain the program in full. Emily turned towards me. “Now before I start to go over the program I need you to know that none of us are mad at you. You also have nothing to be ashamed about. It’s not like you wet on purpose, right?” ‘Yes. I voluntarily sleep in a puddle of my own piss every single night and pee my pants in public just for fun.’ I rolled my eyes at her stupid question. “I’m just trying to say we know that you don’t do this on purpose. Accidents are something you can’t control. And if you have no control over the accidents, you shouldn’t feel bad about it. It’s not your fault, right?” ‘I already know I can’t control my bladder. Is this seriously supposed to make me feel better?’ I just ignored her this time and turned my head to the complete opposite direction. I felt Emily move closer to me. “Don’t be so embarrassed about this. That’s not what any of this is about. I am here to help you.” She placed her hand on my upper arm. Hopefully she couldn’t feel my pulse skyrocket when she did that. My mind’s reaction was to jerk away when she touched me, but my body sort of froze up. ‘Oh my God, is she really touching me right now?’ She took her hand off of me and I moved away to reestablish some personal space. Emily continued speaking to me, “Chris, we all know how much trouble wetting our pants and our beds can cause. Wouldn’t life be so much easier if you never had to deal with wet pants or wet beds anymore?” ‘Well it is clear that these condescending questions that don’t even need answering aren’t going to stop anytime soon.’ I figured it would be better to just go along with it. Hopefully it would get this all over with quicker. ‘Yeah, it would be a lot easier. I wouldn’t have so much laundry to do all of the time and I guess I wouldn’t be so scared about having accidents in front of people.’ I exaggerated just to throw her a bone. Emily bobbed her head up and down. “See there we go. And I bet Dad would agree that life would be easier with no more wet pants or beds, right?” “His accidents just cause a lot of problems. They create a lot of tension in the family. No more clean ups or accidents when we go out somewhere would put everyone at ease.” Hearing him say that made me feel ashamed. I wanted him to feel proud of me for being the young man that I was. Instead I was just the kid who caused trouble with his leaky bladder. Of course mom had to chime in with her worthless two cents. “You better believe life would be easier. We’re all at our wit’s end trying to clean up after accidents. It’s just getting to be too much. I am sick of living with the smell of pee.” Emily nodded to acknowledge Mom’s nagging. I wondered if her nagging annoyed Emily as much as it did me. Emily began speaking, “So we are all in agreement then. Life would be easier for everyone without anymore wet pants and wet beds to clean up after. Once Chris has completed his potty training, cleaning up after accidents will be no more than a bad memory. Until then we have a quick and easy fix to make sure that nobody is dealing with the stress of wet pants and wet beds anymore. I bet that sounds great for all of you.” Emily smiled first at me and then at my parents. I wondered when mom would tell her that I’d already been on several medications. Those “quick and easy fixes” were nasty things. They had so many side effects and barely helped at all. That still didn’t explain the big bin sitting in the room though. Emily continued speaking, “It is crucial that we foster a stress free environment while Chris is working on his potty training. The stress created by Chris’s unmanaged accidents can actually be very counterproductive to his success. While the wearing of diapers has many purposes in our program, the reduction of stress and anxiety…” That’s where I cut her off and jumped off of the couch. I couldn’t believe what I just heard. “What?!?! Are you fucking kidding me? You guys are all fucking nuts if you think I’ll wear diapers!” I saw Dad’s nostrils flare and he pointed right at me. “Christopher, you watch your language and sit back down!” I stood there returning Dad’s glare right back at him. I heard my phone start ringing. It was Marie’s ring tone. I realized I forgot to text her I’d be late. “Sit back down. I will not say it again.” I didn’t falter in my eye contact. I wasn’t giving in. I had to draw the line somewhere. No fucking way in hell would they get me to wear a diaper. “NO!” I stomped my foot as hard as I could. Dad started getting up off of the couch. My butt was planted on the cushion before he finished standing. Dad was mad. “You’re going to knock this off right now or you will be sorry. I can assure you of that young man. And you will show respect for Emily. She doesn’t have to do any of this for you.” ‘Yeah, you’re right. She really doesn’t.’ I whimpered out, “But, but, please don’t do this. I don’t need diapers.” I gave my Mom the most sincere and pleading look I could manage. “I’m sorry honey. Your father and I have already made up our minds.” I hated that answer. “Why the fuck are you guys doing this to me? I don’t deserve this. This is so unfair! You guys are the worst parents in the whole fucking world! Why would you do this?!?!” I was absolutely livid. That set mom off on a nagging tizzy. “Oh yeah? You think we’re so unfair? Should we tell Emily about your accident in my car a few weeks ago when you couldn’t wait five minutes for us to get home? Should we tell her how it took me two hours to clean it up?” “Mom stop.” I was burning with humiliation. Mom went right on, “Why don’t you go show Emily your tile floor in your bedroom. I’m sure she can guess why we don’t have carpeting in there.” I couldn’t believe she would do this to me in front of Emily. I pulled my hair and buried my chin into my chest. I shut my eyes tight as I felt tears well up in them. “Mom! Pleaassee! Just Stop!” And on she went, “Or why don’t we tell Emily how many times this year I had to leave work to sign you out of school just because you peed your pants and were too embarrassed to go back to class. Do you remember how many times it was? Because I lost track.” That was it. I broke out bawling. I stood up and screamed at the top of my lungs through my sobs. “I… (gasp and sniffle) FUCKING… (gasp and sniffle) HATE YOU GUYS!” I started to make a mad dash for the front door. I got really scared as I heard Dad’s loud footsteps quickly thudding behind me. I instantly regretted the past minute. The next thing I knew he had both of his arms wrapped entirely around me and I was being lifted into the air. “Oh shit. I’m done for now.” Before I could realize what was happening I felt a warm trickle going down my leg. Then a flood of wetness started spreading around my crotch and running down my pants. I heard it splashing onto the floor below me. When dad realized what was happening he put me down and quickly took a step back. I tried squeezing as tight as I could, but it was already too late. I was completely soaked. There I stood on display for Emily, an eighteen year old hysterically crying, standing in a huge puddle of pee he just made, with a wet patch all over his jeans to top it off. Chapter 5 I looked up from the puddle surrounding my feet to see if Emily had noticed what happened. The look of pity on her face told me she probably saw the whole entire thing. I was so humiliated. I couldn’t believe I’d just helplessly wet myself right in front of her. Dad started yelling, “Son of a bitch! You really did it now boy!” I only started crying more hysterically. Emily stood up from the couch. She was motioning downwards with both arms. “Alright, alright, let’s settle down everyone. It’s clear that there’s a lot of built up tension here. We’re going to get all of this worked out. Let’s first get the puddle cleaned up and then we can move on with the program.” Dad was still seething, but at least he wasn’t yelling anymore. Emily told him to get himself a glass of water and to bring back paper towels when he was done “I am so sorry.” Mom was still apologizing to Emily. “I am just so mortified that all of this happened in front of you.” Mom shot me a dirty look as if I felt any different. ‘Oh yeah, cause I’m so thrilled about how this all turned out. I’m sure this is how everyone envisions their eighteenth birthday.’ Emily waved her hand with a flick of her wrist. “Please. Don’t be silly. The kids who aren’t in diapers to begin with never react well when they find out they’re being placed back in them. The little temper tantrum is practically to be expected.” She then said with a sideways glance towards me, “No matter how old the child is.” Dad came back into the room and shoved a large wad of paper towels into my hands. I crouched down and let the paper towels soak up my spilled urine. There was still more pee on the floor after the paper towels were saturated. I threw them out in the kitchen garbage and returned with more, and then headed upstairs to change. About four steps up I heard mom nagging, “Where do you think you’re going? We’re not done down here.” “Just upstairs to change” I called back to her. Where else would I be going? I really had no more patience for dumb questions today. I then heard Emily’s sweet, angelic voice. “Chris, come back down please. I promise we’ll have you all cleaned up soon. We just need you back down here for now.” I really just wanted to change out of my wet clothes. They felt wet and clammy against my skin. But after such humiliation there was not much fight left in me, not for today at least. I just did as she asked. Besides, how could I say no to such a beautiful woman? I went downstairs, took my phone out of my dampened pocket and put it onto the living room table. I didn’t want it to get water damaged like my last phone had. Looking across the room I could see Emily taking the lid off of the bin. I knew every bit that there were diapers inside of it. I also knew just as well who they were intended for. I started to feel lightheaded. Emily began speaking. “Initially I intended to explain the program in it’s entirety before we got to this point, but in light of what just happened I think it’s best if we move on with diapering Chris right now. I started getting tunnel vision. I thought, “Okay, this is the part where I wake up and realize this was only some crazy nightmare.” I was granted no such relief. Emily crouched down and reached into the bin. I watched like a deer caught in headlights. She pulled out something that looked like a really large, thick folded towel. She stood back up and unfolded it. She was like a game show model as she let the enormously oversized towel hang from one end and displayed it to everyone in the room. I was confused. I was expecting to see something like those goodnites I used to wear for vacations or when we stayed at family’s house. “This is one of our 6-ply terry prefold cloth diapers. While Chris is wearing these I can guarantee there will be no more puddles to clean up. Emily looked over at me. “Chris do you see all of the stress and anxiety your accident just caused for you and your whole family?” I ignored her. “With that type of stress surrounding you, you’ll never learn to stay dry. I can assure you of that. Think how much easier that whole scene could have went if you were just wearing a diaper. There would have been no stress for anyone” Mom was fervently nodding her head. Emily continued, “Cloth diapers have many advantages over disposables in regards to our program. Our primary concern is with keeping accidents inside the child’s diaper. This is the primary function of any diaper afterall. With cloth, the heavier a child wets, simply the more stuffers you add. Disposables are limited when it comes to this. And since I can see Chris is as heavy a wetter as you said, it looks like he will need a lot of stuffers.” Emily pulled a mat from the bin and placed it on the floor. She then placed the cloth diaper down on it and flattened out any ridges. She slowly folded it a certain way while explaining it to Mom and Dad. She then reached into the bin and pulled out four smaller pieces of cloth that she laid on top of the diaper. I was guessing those were the “stuffers”. She asked me to come over to her. I just pretended like I didn’t hear her. This couldn’t really be happening anyway. Emily started walking towards me. When she stopped in front of me her succulent lips were no more than mere inches from mine, even closer if you exclude her height advantage. She put her hand on my upper arm again and rubbed it up and down, in a consoling manner. I was absolutely frozen staring into those mesmerizing pools of icy, azure beauty. The whole room started getting brighter as if someone had turned up the lights. As she started speaking to me my eyes stayed locked onto hers. “Come on. Let’s get you out of those icky, wet clothes. We’ll get you all cleaned up and in a nice, dry diaper. You’ll feel so much better after.” She paused and took her hand off of my arm. I broke eye contact. “There will always be things you don’t want to do in life, but sometimes you just gotta do them. So will you be a good boy for me Chris?” I still ignored her. She put her hand back on my arm and brought her face slightly closer to mine as she softly said, “Please.” I could feel her gentle, warm breath as it graced my face. I knew she was just trying to work her feminine charm. But looking into those beautiful eyes, I somehow couldn’t resist. It was like I would be letting her down if I said no. Not really being sure what came over me, I decided I would just go along with this at least until she left. Dad did not like to be weak willed in front of others. Any more resistance in front of Emily would be a losing battle for me. I figured the most dignified thing I could do for myself at this point was go along with the charade until she left. Emily gave me a bright, beaming smile. ‘I knew you were a good boy.” I blushed. It felt good to make Emily happy. Emily cupped her hand around mine and we started walking across the room. I had never held hands with a girl before, except Marie once or twice. Okay, so this wasn’t exactly an ideal scenario, but still I was holding hands with an extremely attractive woman nonetheless. I hoped she couldn’t feel that my hand had gotten sweaty. She let go of my hand and I felt ashamed that I had just let her lead me across the room like a toddler. Emily said, “Okay let’s get these wet, smelly pants off of you.” I was shocked when I felt her unclasp the button of my jeans. I looked down to see her hand on my wet crotch as she pulled down the zipper. Before I knew it my pants and boxers were down around my ankles in one fell swoop. I was nearly completely naked in front of this beautiful woman and not to mention my parents as well. I immediately placed both hands over my genitals. Realizing my butt was exposed I placed my right hand over that to try to keep some dignity. Emily patted the blanket on the ground, “Let’s go. Get your little bottom on your diaper.” She grabbed me by my left wrist removing my coverage. I saw her eyeing me down there and she smirked. I wondered how to interpret the smirk she made. After all she had called me handsome before. Emily pulled me down by my wrist until I was lying on the diaper. I couldn’t believe how thick it felt, it was practically a pillow. It was actually pretty soft though at least. I tugged my shirt down to cover myself. I suddenly realized just how anxious and scared I was about her diapering me. There would be nothing modest about her diapering me. At least I’d have some pride left if I just did this myself. I’d talk to her and we’d get this worked out since we were both civil adults. “Look, Emily with all due respect, but you don’t need to do this for me. I can just go upstairs and do this myself. I won’t pull a fast one or anything like that. You have my word.” Emily stuck out her bottom lip, “Aww I’m sorry. I know you’d be a good boy, but I gotta do this to show mommy and daddy the right way to put your diapers on you. All of your diaper changes are gonna be handled by your mommy, your daddy and me. This way you don’t gotta worry about that. You’ll already be working really hard on your potty training. And besides, pinning on cloth diapers is really hard. We don’t wanna overwhelm you.” ‘Gee, thanks for the consideration.’ Her comment about her doing my changes made me wonder when she would ever possibly be around again after today. Well it didn’t matter since I wouldn’t really be doing this anyway. I watched as Emily pulled something out of the bin that looked sort of like a condom, except it had a hole in the front, and had two straps attached to it. She also took out a watch, which she then clicked closed onto my wrist. She then held up the condom looking device. “This here is a sensor which detects fluid flows. This sensor will transmit a signal to the wireless alarm worn on Chris’s wrist every time he has an accident. When the alarm sounds he will then have to wait for one of you two to deactivate it. And don’t be fooled by its size, it is loud.” As I was laying on the diaper I gasped and quivered as Emily grabbed me down there. My head was swimming. This was quickly interrupted with a pinching feeling as Emily slid the device onto me. I noticed it was rigid and felt tight. Emily then clipped the straps around to my back. This whole thing felt really uncomfortable and seemed like some medieval torture device. “Now we can finish diapering Chris.” I felt my dignity fly away as I looked up at the stunning beauty kneeling above me, knowing she was about to diaper me, like she had probably done to countless younger boys before me. My phone started ringing again. I sat up to answer the phone, but was pushed right down. “I need to answer my phone! It’s important!” Emily told me it could wait as she kept one hand pushed down on my chest. I watched as Emily sprinkled baby powder over my crotch and into my diaper. She deeply inhaled and sighed. “Ahh I love that smell.” She put down the powder and told me, “butt up.” I hesitated wondering whether or not to comply with this. Before I could decide Emily was pushing my legs and butt into the air with one arm while readjusting the diaper beneath me with the other. I felt completely emasculated. She then spoke softly, “Now hold still sweetie, this way I don’t stick you with the pins by mistake.” Being absolutely petrified of needles I froze up stiff as a board. I felt so vulnerable, laying there, trying not to move a single muscle as Emily narrated her process of diapering me. Only when she brought the massive wad of cotton up between my legs did I fully realize how insanely thick these diapers were. Emily pulled from different areas as she held a pin in her mouth and then stuck it into place. She put another pin in her mouth, made some more adjustments, and stuck the pin into place on the other side. I started feeling trapped as this mound of padding was tightened around me. I began to fidget and I felt something sting my thigh. “Ow! That hurt!” My hand jerked to where I was poked. Emily slapped my hand out of the way. “Oh hush, it doesn’t hurt that bad.” ‘Easy for you to say when you’re the one going round stabbing people.’ Before I knew it she was done. I thought how awkward and humiliating this diaper was to wear and there couldn’t possibly be anything worse. I couldn’t believe I had just let a woman not far from my age diaper me like I was a baby. Emily then walked over to the bin and pulled out a pair of comically oversized granny panties, except they looked like they were plastic and had a belt around the waist. I guess comical isn’t the right word, because realizing they were intended for me was nothing to laugh about. I was told to get up and step into them. This was really going too far. I stood up. “Come on you can’t be serious. Aren’t these stupid things I’m wearing enough already.” Emily replied to me, “Well without your plastic panties your tinkles would still leak everywhere and that’s not any good, now is it? Once we get these on you, the only place your tinkles will go is in your diapers or hopefully even the potty.” Emily was smiling at me. I guess it was possible to be upbeat from the other side of this situation, but certainly not from my side. I looked over at Mom and Dad. “Do I really have to?” Dad raised his eyebrows and it didn’t take long til I was stepping into the pants as Emily held them open for me. She then pulled them up over my diaper and I heard a click as she closed the belt. I wondered why the belt was necessary. With the way these things dug into my skin they seemed like they’d stay up just fine on their own. Emily breathed an exaggerated sigh of relief. “That part is usually where the second temper tantrum comes. Putting that diaper on went a lot easier than I thought.” Mom chuckled. I sort of felt ashamed I didn’t put up a fight about it. Being diapered by other adults was not how an eighteen year old should allow himself to be treated. Emily seemed smug about diapering me. I wanted to stick my tongue out at her and tell her that once she left, I’d just convince my Mom and Dad to let me take them off, and as a last resort I’d just take them off myself. But I knew it was best to just go along with this for now. Emily instructed me to sit back down on the couch with her. “Okay I’ll be right there. I’m just going to get my sweat pants on.” I was questioning if my sweat pants would actually even fit over this thing. Emily told me again to sit down and said we would get around to that. I told her there was no point in me waiting to get my sweat pants on. Emily’s calm, cheery demeanor momentarily began to fade. She spoke quickly, “Christopher, sit down now. From here on in when I ask you to do something, I expect you to do it. The same goes for your parents. It is one of our philosophies at We Potty that obedience is the cornerstone of successful potty training. Your lack of obedience which you have so clearly displayed to me, is absolutely connected with your lack of potty training which you have also so graciously displayed. Any future lack of obedience will be met with unfavorable consequences. Do I make myself clear?” I gulped. I nodded my head yes. Annoyingly cheery Emily was not starting to look so bad at this point. The storm clouds dissipated and the blaring sun shone back through. Emily smiled, clapped her hands and said “Okay good now let’s sit down and I will explain everything.” I grudgingly walked over to the couch feeling like a toddler in just a diaper and t shirt. I noticed I had to adjust my gait as I headed over to the couch. I was waddling with all of this padding between my legs. Mom was smiling as she looked over at me, thankfully Dad was not paying attention. This was awkward. I sat next to Emily, with my actual butt several inches up off the couch cushion. Emily looked over to Mom and Dad, “Now Sarah, did you explain our program to Jack yet, or will this be the first time he is hearing about it?” Mom replied, “I told him all about it. But you know how men are, this might be the first time he actually hears it.” Mom chuckled and Dad rolled his eyes. “Well either way, I’ll get on with explaining how our program works. So first off Chris, just because you are in diapers all the time now is no excuse to not use the potty. If anything, your diapers should make you try even harder to use the potty, because once you are completely dry and clean, you can say bye bye to your stinky diapers once and for all. So any time you think you have to go potty at all, your job is to get mommy, daddy or me if I’m babysitting you, as quickly as you can, and we will unlock your plastic panties.” She looked over to Mom and Dad, “Chris will not be able to remove his plastic panties until you have unlocked them from the We Potty app on your phones.” I panicked and fiddled with the plastic panties seeing if I really couldn’t take them off. Unfortunately Emily was not lying. They would not budge.“This isn’t fair! Why do they have to lock?” I came up with a good point. “How am I supposed to make it to the bathroom in time if I can’t just go right away?” “That is a good question. Well Chris, we found that most children can’t be trusted to willingly wear their diapers. When children are placed back in diapers it is natural for them to have the impulse to remove them. It has been engrained into them that diapers are bad and only for babies. But in reality diapers are for anyone who can’t control their bladders or bowels. Many children would rather remain ignorant to the fact that while they are still wetting and soiling themselves they need the protection diapers provide. It’s kind of silly if you ask me.” As far as I was aware no one was. Emily continued, “While we cannot make you willingly wear your diapers, we can get you to keep them on whether you like it or not. And as for making it to the potty on time, we can’t expect you to know this, but grown ups who are potty trained can hold it for a while before they actually have to get to the bathroom. An extra minute or two is not lots of time to wait. This will help you learn to give yourself more time to go. ” She turned to Mom and Dad, “This ultimately helps them learn to anticipate using the bathroom, rather than it being a last second scramble. Also the waiting period is beneficial to increasing bladder volumes.” She continued, “So once your panties are unlocked, someone will undo your top pins and you can use the potty.” She turned to Mom and Dad. ‘It is important that you stay in the bathroom with him and lock the door behind you. I am going to install new door knobs on your bathroom that can only be locked or unlocked from the We Potty app. This way if someone gives a fuss about their diaper going back on, nobody is going anywhere until it goes back on. For the more strong willed ones there are other coercion factors.” I questioned if there were really other “coercion factors”. Either way this was not going good. It was starting to look like me getting out of diapers was completely dependent on my ability to convince Mom or Dad to let me out of them. “Now some programs reward for successful toiletings. However we do not see any point in rewarding an already expected behavior. We find that negative results for failing to display a behavior works much better. We exploit this in several ways. This is the reasoning for using the alarm. This will immediately alert the child to an accident they may not normally be so quickly aware of. The alarm is very loud and will be bothersome for the child, encouraging them to not set it off. Originally we used normal bedwetting alarms, but we encountered difficulty with children simply pulling them out of their diapers. This is why we designed a more secure model. The alarm sensor which I strapped on and the watch are both only unlocked through the app. However there is no reason to ever remove them throughout the program. Another benefit of the alarm is it doubles as one of our coercion factors. If Chris is ever non-compliant with getting his diaper back on either of you can trigger his alarm and leave it on until he is cooperative. While it will be unpleasant for everyone, it usually does not take long to get the trainer to submit.” I was questioning what I had gotten myself into for stupidly going along with this. She then looked at me, “Now I know you’ll try very hard to keep that noisy alarm from going off, but I know accidents are still going to happen. So when you set off your alarm, your job is to squeeze as tight as you can, and then run to the bathroom and wait for somebody to come and shut off your alarm.” She then turned to my parents, “Once Chris’s alarm goes off you will both receive an alert on your phones just in case you don’t hear it, which I really don’t think is possible.” Mom elbowed Dad in the side, “With his hearing, the alerts are probably a good thing.” Dad rolled his eyes. I don’t know how Mom never caught on to the fact no one shared her sense of humor. Even Emily only acknowledged Mom’s jokes with a polite smile. “Well however you are alerted to Chris’s accident, you will then proceed to the bathroom, and once you are there you will deactivate the alarm and unlock the panties, both from the app.” I objected to her calling them panties. I had let it slide one too many times. Emily replied, “Oh hush, does it make a difference what I call them? They are what they are. Now as I was saying, at this point Chris will try to use the bathroom, even if he has already completely emptied his bladder.” She turn turned to me, “We don’t want to scare you off from using the potty like a big boy though, so every time you tinkle in the potty the alarm will stay quiet.” She then turned to my parents, “I will be installing a blocking device on the toilet, which will prevent the alarm from triggering. You two will also have the option to place the alarm in a non-responsive mode when you are out in public with Chris. We also understand there are times when the alarm is inconvenient, such as when someone in the house is sick, and it is best for everyone for the alarm to be silenced. This does not go against the philosophy of our program as we incorporate so many other motivating factors into being potty trained.” I was starting to get really frustrated. ‘Motivating factors my ass’. I spoke up, “None of this makes any sense. I wish I didn’t have this problem. You don’t need to make me want to be dry, I already do!” Without delay Emily was ever ready with a response. “All of the kids in our program say they want to be dry and clean, just like you. But once all medical problems have been completely ruled out, we find it is really just about trying hard enough. What else could it really be besides that? And you were sitting here when your Mom and I just discussed all of the tests you had that showed your body works fine. We have found time after time, once a trainer is approved a good fit for our program, strong motivation, along with other techniques will get them trained.” Emily’s logic was completely twisted, but I found it hard to argue with. She would make a good politician. “Where was I? Oh yes, after Chris is done trying to use the potty, you will pin his wet diaper back into place. We strongly emphasize changes do not necessarily take place after accidents. If a child has to sit around in a wet diaper after they have an accident, they will try even harder next time to keep their diaper dry. This is especially true with cloth, as they do not provide any illusion of dryness like disposables do. This is one of the main reasons why we use cloth. However I will be leaving you with a small supply of disposables, only to be used if you determine them to be absolutely critical in a circumstance. Really do try your best to stick strictly to cloth.” Mom shook her head, “It’s going to take some adjusting, we always used disposables, but me and Jack are completely devoted to your guidance.” Emily smiled, “Aww I’m glad to hear that. Thank you.” Mom replied, “No thank you”, to which I replied ‘Just shoot me now.’ “We also encourage you to do your best to maintain a schedule of only three changes a day. Once a change is complete, Chris will be responsible for placing his soiled diaper in the diaper pail. He will also be responsible for washing his diapers every other day.” She then turned to me, “Be a good boy and do your wash when you’re supposed to. If you forget to do your wash and you don’t have any clean diapers to change into, you’ll have to sit around in your icky, smelly diaper til you get the rest clean.” I shuddered at the thought. “Now since Chris’s toileting and diapering is now beyond his authority, it is critical he always be under the supervision of one of you two, or myself. Usually we have to assign authorizations for a school nurse, but this won’t be necessary since he has graduated high school.” I almost lost it at the prospect of losing such a basic priveledge. But I kept my cool and used it as another opening. I was starting college in the fall. I was going to major in civil engineering just like Dad, which I thought would make him proud. I knew this dumb program would not even go on until that point, but still, I had a valid point, “Dad, what about when I start school? We shouldn’t let this program interfere with me going to college.” Before Dad could even say anything Mom butted in. “Sweetie it is not this program that is interfering with you starting school. It is your wetting problem that is interfering. I’d hate to tell you, but I don’t think your professors would be as patient or understanding about your accidents as your teachers were. And it’s not like you can just run down to the nurse’s office and be excused anymore. It just doesn’t sound like a good idea to me.” Emily added onto this, “That’s awesome you wanna go to school, but you can think of it as another reason to get dry. Think of all the good stuff that will come once your potty trained. You can finally start college, you can finally be alone again without someone watching you, and you can get big boy undies again! How great is that!” I thought how these were all things I had until she showed up. Emily continued, “But until then you’ll just have to deal with the consequences of your accidents.” Emily finished her speech about the terms of my punishment and asked if anyone had any questions. “Can I go get my pants on now?” “Oh yeah, about that. We don’t allow our trainers to wear pants around the house. That would help hide the fact that you are working on potty training, which is something you need to remain aware of. And you know what they say, out of sight out of mind. So no you cannot go get your pants on.” I solaced myself that Emily would soon be gone and I could then convince my parents how absurd this all was. It was not long before Emily went out and grabbed another bin from the van and brought it in. She then did some work on the bathroom. Dad offered to help her, but she said she didn’t need it. After about five minutes, Emily exchanged goodbyes with my parents and then walked back over to me still sitting on the couch. Emily told me to stand up which I did, knowing the quicker I did the sooner she’d be gone. I momentarily made eye contact with her, before looking down and my diaper came into my field of vision. I looked to the side to avoid eye contact with both annoyances. Emily tousled my hair. “Now you be a good boy for me while I’m gone okay Chris? I don’t want to hear you’ve been naughty. Can you do that for me?” I blushed and nodded my head yes. “Good, I knew you were a good boy.” Emily patted the backside of my diaper a few times, “I look forward to seeing you again.” I blushed even harder, not sure whether to feel more embarrassed or thrilled at the positive attention from such a hot woman. With that she was gone. I woke up this morning perched at the very crest between childhood and adulthood. I had been poised, ready to soar off into being a full fledged grown up.With a thick, fluffy diaper strapped around my hips, today felt like nothing more than a failure to launch. I walked over to my phone and listened to a voicemail Marie left for me. “Hey birthday boy! You must be sleeping late cause you were supposed to be here by now. I wanted this to be a surprise, but my mom is taking us to seven banners today. If you get this get ready and text me! Either way I’m coming over soon to get your sleepy head up. Chapter 6 I nearly fainted at the thought of Marie seeing me in my current state. I texted her immediately and said I was up and not to come over until I said I was ready. I waited but got no reply. I pictured her knocking on the door any second, and Mom opening the door and inviting her in. I started feeling sick. I would have no chance with Marie than. Sure she knew about my accidents, but wearing diapers was much more babyish, contributing nothing to the manly image I wanted her to perceive. I was thinking of bolting up to my room when I received a message back saying “k”. I went over to Mom and played Marie’s voicemail about Seven Banners to her. I knew she would feel too guilty not letting me go. After the voicemail finished Mom said, “Aww that was sweet of Mrs. Morris, wasn’t it?” Success, I wanted to high five myself. “Too bad you can’t go.” I tried hard not to lose my temper, knowing this wouldn’t get me anywhere. “Please. Just for today and then I’ll start the program right after. It is my birthday.” “Chris, it’s always the same story with you. We give you an inch and you somehow end up taking a mile. We are not backing down this time. We have let your wetting problem run our lives in this house for too long. We always backed out after every program didn’t work quickly enough for you. Me and your father have never really put our foot down about this, and look where that’s gotten us. We are not changing our minds about any of this, and if you don’t accept that, you will only make things harder for yourself. I will tell you what though honey. If you want I will take you and Marie today if Mrs. Morris already bought the tickets.” Just an hour earlier and this would have been great news. With my painfully obvious diaper on, this did not sound like such a good plan. “But Marie’s gonna know I’m wearing a diaper.” “Honey Marie’s known about your condition forever. I hardly think it would surprise her to find out that you were in a diaper. But I understand if you don’t want her knowing. Emily left us some new clothes for you though, for when you go out. She promised they would help hide your diapers.” I doubted it, not even the best magician could make these things disappear under clothes. “What do you say? Let’s try your clothes on and see how you feel after that.” I tried arguing and Mom said she would take back her offer altogether if that was the route I wanted to go. As I tried making up my mind there was a knock at the door. ‘Shit, did Marie come over already’ She was always impatient about stuff. I instructed my Mom if it was Marie tell her she’d have to wait outside for now. I ran in the t.v. room and hid while listening. I heard the door creak open. I heard my brat of a sister’s voice ring out “Hi!” I listened as mom said “Hi Victoria, Hi Brittany. Victoria I thought I told you we needed you out of the house for the morning.” I cringed, she brought her friend Brittany over. Sure mom could stop Victoria from telling the whole world about my secrets, but she was powerless over someone else’s kid. “Yeah well we got bored and we wanted to play Wii, and besides it’s almost 12:00. Last time I checked that was afternoon. Duh.” ‘Dammit.’ I was in the room with our Wii in it and I did not have a way out without passing the front door. I waited for Mom to tell them to leave. Instead Mom told them to come in and I heard them walking towards the t.v. room. I yelled out, “Mom no please don’t let them come back here. Please don’t do this this!” Mom yelled back to me, “Honey, we were going to tell Victoria when she got home anyway. There’s no point hiding it. And Brittany’s here all the time, she was going to find out sooner or later.” With that the little twerp dashed into the room, “Hiding what? What’s he hiding?” In a second Victoria was looking right and burst into laughter. She squealed out, “OH MY GOD! He’s wearing a diaper. He looks so silly! Brittany come look!” Brittany walked over and had a shocked look on her face. My face must’ve been redder than a lobster. I grabbed a pillow from the couch and put it in front of my diaper. “MOM! Tell Victoria to stop and to go away!” “It’s about time they put you back in diapers. What a cute wittle baby brudda I got.” Mom said, “Victoria Ann! You know you’re not allowed to tease your brother about his condition. You wouldn’t like it if he teased you about your acne.” “Yeah, but at least I have problems appropriate for my age, unlike some people in this room.” Victoria giggled. “Knock it off right now young lady. Your brother is wearing diapers as a part of a program to treat his wetting problem. I will not tolerate any more teasing or you can go to your room and I’ll drive Brittany home.” I could tell she was ready to make another poke at me, but she stayed silent. “Now I expect you to treat your brother with respect about this, but I do not want this to be a punishment for you too, so I’m not going to stop you from having friends over just because your brother wears diapers. But Brittany, I also expect you to not go spreading word about this, okay?” Brittany silently nodded still seeming startled by the whole situation. “Alright then, you girls have fun. Me and your brother will give you some privacy.” ‘Oh gee how considerate of you to give them some privacy. I guess mine doesn’t matter.’ And I pondered what did she mean by a punishment for her too? Was this really a punishment? Well it definitely felt like one, but I thought it was intended to help me. As me and my mom walked into the other room I heard Victoria and Brittany laughing, I was sure it was about me. Mom asked what my decision was in regards to Seven Banners. I figured I’d try one more time. “Please can’t I just go without wearing a diaper? This way Mrs. Morris can just drive and you don’t get stuck there all day being bored. Doesn’t that sound better?” “Honey I made my offer and it is my only one. Take it or leave it. Besides after what happened a few weeks ago I don’t exactly trust Mrs. Morris’s supervision. I had to come pick you up because you and Marie got too drunk and high, and you two did that right under her nose. Don’t think I’m not still upset about you soaking the car on the ride home. An accident is an accident, but when it’s because you were too wasted, well that is not something I am going to tolerate young man. Me and your father are not happy about you getting high and drunk.” ‘Really? I thought she would’ve let that go by now. Besides I’m almost in college, is it really that big of a deal?’ “So what is it? We better get going soon if we’re going.” I realized I was not getting my way, not yet at least. Mom would come round sooner or later. But rather than waste my birthday fighting I decided to try to make the best of it. I let out a drawn out, “Ugh, fine.” I said I would try the clothes on. Mom walked over to the second bin and opened it, “Hmm let’s see if they got the clothing order right.” She moved some items around as she looked through. “Yep it looks right.” She then pulled out a big looking light blue t-shirt with “WP” on the front in bubble letters. ‘Great. Now I’ll never forget I’m in We Potty.At least no one will know what it stands for.’ Then she pulled out a pair of beige shorts that were also bigger than my normal size. Last she pulled out a tank top that had an extra flap in the front at the bottom with buttons on it. It didn’t take me long to realize it was a onesie, just like babies wore, only much bigger. “Um, I’m not wearing that, I’ll just try the t-shirt and jeans.” “Honey when I spoke to Trudy on the phone she said they are important for making your diapers less noticeable when we go out. They hold everything closer to your body so you don’t look so puffy down there. Also if your diaper gets wet and heavy, it won’t droop and you won’t get a diaper butt. They also help keep you leak free. If we’re going out you wearing the onesie is not a discussion.” “Fine.” Mom walked over to me with the onesie and said “arms up.” I told her I’d put it on myself. “Does this really need to be a fight every step of the way? Now arms up.” I put my arms up and the onesie was slipped over my body. Mom pulled on it and she brought the flap in the front towards the back and clicked three snaps into place. It really compressed my whole diaper against my body. It especially pulled up on all of the padding which made me feel like I was being crushed down there. I got my shorts and t-shirt on, and walked over to a mirror. I was actually surprised to find that the diaper was not that obvious. There were still some bulges, but they were minor enough for me to not worry too much. It wasn’t my choice of outfit for sure, but it would have to do I guess. I knew my other clothes would not fit. I texted Marie the change of plans and said we’d be over soon. Mom went over and grabbed a pink pocketbook out of one of the bins. It was really big and ugly, and I wondered why that came with my supplies. With the teddy bears and blocks on the bag it became apparent it was a diaper bag. I watched as she filled it up with diapers and other items. “Mom you’re not really taking that are you? Marie will know exactly what it is.” “Well you’re diapers are not going to fit in my other bags. Besides I wouldn’t want to have a wet diaper sitting in one of my nice bags. And it’s not even an option for not bringing a diaper bag. It’s going to be a long day and it’s a long car ride. If you need a change, I am not going to take my chances at a repeat of that last clean up.” Mom looked at me as she stuck baby powder into the bag. “Alright I think we’re all ready then. I’m going to let your Dad know what’s going on and then we’ll leave.” I couldn’t imagine Mom changing my diaper at Seven Banners with Marie around if it came to that. I questioned if I was making the right choice. Chapter 7 After a minute Mom came back and asked if I was forgetting something. The way she asked I knew that there was an answer to this question. “Oh yeah, thank you for bringing me and Marie today.” There was literally no reason to say thank you at all, but I was still at least excited to go to Seven Banners so I’d might as well appease her. I couldn’t wait to get on their newest coaster ‘Drop of Despair’. It was supposed to be a complete thrill. “Oh you’re welcome, but that’s not really what I was talking about.” I tried thinking before she said, ”Shouldn’t you try going potty before we leave?” I was getting sick of that word “potty”. I thought how it was such a childish word. “Um no, I’m good.” My bladder was completely empty after that incident before. “I want you to try anyway. I’m not going to always remind you, but you should make a habit of pottying before we ever go out. You have to think about these types of things Chris. Come on let’s go.” Mom tried grabbing my hand, and I snatched it away. That was not going to fly. As we walked into the bathroom Mom closed the door behind her. She went onto her phone and I heard the doorknob click. Mom unbuttoned my shorts and I moved her hand away from that area. It just wasn’t natural. Mom persisted and wiggled my shorts down. She then reached in the back between my legs to unbutton the onesie. I told her to let me do it and pushed her away again. I was not letting my Mom touch me over there. I was not her little baby anymore. I tried unclasping the buttons, but they were out of reach. I tried pulling at the fabric, but the buttons did not budge. “Are you going to let me do it now?” I indignantly stood there as she unbuttoned my onesie. She went on her phone and I heard another click. She then unbuckled my plastic pants and pulled them down to my ankles and then undid the top two pins. She pulled down the diaper a few inches. “Okay, let’s go.” I turned around to the toilet and had to position myself above the thick mound of padding to pee. I couldn’t possibly pee with my Mom standing right behind me. I honestly tried to go but I couldn’t. After a minute I said couldn’t go and Mom said “Nuh uh, nice try, we’re not leaving until I hear some tinkles in the potty.” I was getting mad about being talked to like I was a kid. I really just wanted to get going though, the day was already slipping away. I grunted and pushed as hard as I could, and I accidently farted instead. Mom joked with me, “Uh oh, does somebody need a change already.” I rolled my eyes as I was finally able to start peeing a little. When I was finished Mom grabbed some toilet paper and wiped up the seat. “Well at least this isn’t going much worse than the first time I tried training you.” She giggled. “Come on, can you please just stop joking. I want to go already”, I whined out. Mom shut up and was about to put my pins into place. I realized I had a chance to go diaper free, but with all the “coercion factors” I knew I would not possibly be getting to Seven Banners diaper free. I just held still as Mom struggled to get the pins back in. She commented how it was nothing like the tabs on the pampers we used to use. She then pulled my plastic pants back up and buckled it and snapped my onesie back into place, and then last pulled my shorts back up. It was a damn lot of work just to use the bathroom. Mom then unlocked the door from her phone and we headed out. It was impossible to forget the diaper tightly enveloping me as I concentrated on walking normally to the car. Sitting down did not make my diaper any less painfully obvious to me. As we drove I questioned if I should really be going out like this, especially with Marie. I might ruin any chance I had with her. She might see my diaper bulge under my shorts, it was still somewhat there. She might notice the way I waddled. She would probably question why Mom’s bag looked so much like a diaper bag. I wondered how it would work if I needed to use the toilet. Certainly no woman ever dreamed of her prince charming wearing diapers! I said, “Actually I’m not sure if I want to go.” Mom replied, “I’m not going to play your little back and forth games with you. Maybe I put up with it in the past, but you’ll see everything’s going to be different now. Are we going or not?” “I want to go, but what if Marie knows I’m wearing a … you know what. And what if I have to go the bathroom? I can’t just go into the bathroom with you. Can I just go into the bathroom by myself and you can unlock my things from your phone?” “Honey, Marie won’t have any clue. I promise you. And no you can’t go in on your own. I know you wouldn’t be able to get your pins back in place properly. And if your diapers aren’t pinned on right you’ll just leak. Plus I’m sorry but I can’t really trust you to put your diaper back on if I’m not there. But I was wondering how this would work too and I think I have an idea. First off I don’t want you drinking a lot today. And if and when you need to use the bathroom or need a change you can text me. I’ll come find you guys, and I’ll tell you I need your help with something back in the car. You can make a big deal about it, but I’ll tell Marie to go on a ride and we’ll be right back. And then we’ll just go to a family bathroom. Does that sound like a good idea to you?” It sounded like it would work. And besides if I went back home I’d end up spending my eighteenth birthday up in my room hiding from Victoria and her friend. I said we could just go. We got to the stop sign before Marie’s house. My heart was fluttering with nervous anticipation. “Goodness! I almost forgot to put your alarm in silent mode. That could have been a disaster.” Mom laughed. I did not find anything funny about her terrible memory, especially when my dignity counted on it. As we drove up to Marie’s house she was already waiting outside and she ran to our car. Mrs. Morris walked behind her. Marie hopped in the car in the backseat next to me and launched herself into giving me a hug. “Happy Birthday! I am so excited for today. We’re going to have so much fun!” Me and Marie had always hugged each other since we were little, but lately those hugs felt a lot more exciting to me than they used to. I thanked her for getting us tickets and said it was exactly what I wanted. “I know. I’m the best. Me and Mom split the tickets cause I couldn’t pay for them all, so thank her too.” Marie than said hi to my Mom. Mrs. Morris walked over to the passenger window and leaned in a little bit. I worried she could see what was inside my diaper bag since it was directly below her. I still couldn’t help but peek at her cleavage. She was an attractive redhead, actually Marie being tan and blonde was the only non-ginger in her family. We always joked she was adopted. Mrs. Morris said hi to my Mom and then wished me happy birthday and I thanked her for my present. As Mrs. Morris talked to my Mom and thanked her for driving, Marie rushed her to finish so we could get going. Once we started going Marie looked at my clothes and said, “That’s a new outfit. Birthday present, huh?” I just nodded not wanting to discuss my birthday present from my parents. “WP… what does that stand for?” Dammit I hadn’t thought this one through. I tried thinking of something on the spot, but couldn’t. “Um I don’t know actually.” Marie quizzically asked “Oh?” I said slightly quieter, “Yea you know how good my Mom is getting at gifts.” Her face lit up as she smiled at me. She knew my Mom’s terrible track record at buying presents. I loved Marie’s smile though, it sort of melted my heart. She pointed to my watch with a sly little smirk on her face. “That a present from your Mom too?” I blushed. I had been hoping the watch didn’t look as dorky as I suspected it did. “Yep another Mom present.” Mom tried dancing in the front to her lame old people music and me and Marie talked the whole way there. She was just as excited as I was for “Drop of Despair”. She said to me, “So Mr. Birthday Boy, is drop of despair first or do we work our way up to that?” “Hmm. If we got to the park first thing in the morning, I’d say drop of despair first cause no lines. But now I think we’re better working our way up to it. This way everything else doesn’t seem boring after.” “Good call. I knew there was a reason I picked you as my best friend.” She giggled. We finally got there and found a spot in the packed parking lot. I was keeping my fingers crossed my diaper bag would stay sitting on the floor in the front. Mom grabbed the bag and we all got out of the car. I watched Marie as she bent over to stretch her legs and back. My eyes locked onto the black thong that peaked out of the back of her shorts. I noticed how hot it was out, feeling a lot hotter than the seventy degrees it was. I wondered if it was because of what I was wearing. As we stood outside the car Marie said, “I like your bag Mrs. Porcelli. It’s very cute.” My heart started pounding knowing Marie was looking right at my diaper bag. I wondered if she knew there were diapers inside of it, my diapers…My voice cracked, “Alright what are we waiting for let’s start going.” Marie laughed at me. “Jeez, pubescent much?” Normally I was good with Marie poking fun at me and would make a jab back at her. That’s how we were, but today I was feeling too self-conscious and was not in the mood. As we walked to the park I focused on keeping my legs pressed together, but then worried if I was overcompensating and making things worse. When we got in the park Mom told us to have fun and she would be around if we needed anything. She also assured us she wouldn’t be watching us. I asked Marie “So what first? You pick.” She picked an olden wooden coaster. You know, the kind that look and sound like you might not make it off alive. It was a big park and I wondered why she picked the furthest possible one. Marie tried talking with me, but as we made our way there I just focused on trying to walk normally. I also felt paranoid there was a crinkle accompanying my steps. Marie asked me, “Are you okay?” I told her I was fine and asked why. “I don’t know, you just got kinda quiet. It’s your birthday I thought you’d be more excited.” I felt bad. I knew she expected me to be stoked about today. I never liked to let Marie down in any way. I realized I wasn’t acting as enthusiastic as I should be. It was because I was so paranoid about these damn diapers. I replied to Marie, “No stop! I am so pumped to be here! I just didn’t sleep good last night I guess.” Marie lowered her voice, and asked sympathetically, “Middle of the night sheet change?” I was caught off guard by that. Marie was never shy talking to me about my problem. I was never particularly fond of talking about it, but at least I felt mostly safe about it with her. Not out here in public though. “No… I just didn’t sleep good.” “Then quit being a debbie downer and wake up!” She stuck her tongue out at me and bumped her hip into mine. I felt her collide with the padding pinned around my waist, and was petrified she could feel it. Marie continued poking fun at me, “Also stop walking like you have a dick up your ass.” I blushed so hard and didn’t say anything in response. I just looked down. It was as obvious as I feared that I couldn’t walk normal. Marie grabbed my hand and stopped walking. “Hey, you know I’m just playing with you. I’m just trying to cheer you up. There’s something up with you today. And don’t even say there’s not because I know you. If you want you can talk to me about it. But let’s try to have fun at least, okay?” She was so awesome. I loved that she was such a genuine, sincere person. There was never any pretense with her. I actually felt a little better. I smiled at her and apologized. We rode a few intense coasters before Marie said she was thirsty. We stopped to get drinks and snacks. She ordered a coke in one of those huge, crazy shaped cups, and a hot dog. When I ordered the same thing as her, I saw her raise an eyebrow at me. I knew what was implied. ‘Oh come on not you too.’ We found a table and after we sat she said quietly, “I know it’s none of my biz, but are you sure you should have all of that?” “Trust me, its fine. Besides, it’s really hot out.” She apologized and we went on joking, and talking about music and t.v. shows. We finished our lunch and drinks and Marie asked, “Log flume next? We could ask your Mom to hold our phones for us.” “Sounds good to me”, I said. As we walked to the log flume, my diaper invaded and penetrated my consciousness. I thought about it and realized there was a strong possibility my diaper would soak up all of the water from the ride. The log flume was definitely a no-go. “Actually you know what. We got here kind of late, why waste time on the log flume. We need time to ride drop of despair at least three times.” “Totes good point there”, she replied. We rode two more coasters and got on the long line for the best one of the day. After twenty minutes of waiting on line, I got a text from my Mom. I read it so the screen was facing away from Marie. “Where are you? I will come get you like we discussed before. I expected you to have texted me by now.” I texted her where we were and said once we were off the ride it was fine. Another twenty minutes went by and we were so close. We’d be on the ride by the next round or the one after that at most. Out of nowhere I had a strong pain in my bladder and I felt like I was ready to burst. I reflexively squeezed my legs shut, which was not so easy to do in my current diapered state. I hunched over and my hands went down to my crotch. I was concentrating so hard when I heard Marie’s voice. “Let’s go, we can always get back on line after.” “Huh?” I realized the position I was in and relaxed my stance carefully. The urge ebbed and I knew I could wait until after the ride. There was no way I was getting off line with how close we were. “No I’m fine. We’re too close to get off now.” “Okay if you say so.” Marie said skeptically. “It really wouldn’t be a big deal if we had to though.” We were soon in our restraints which had no handles. I guess it was one of the gimmicks of the ride. A sinister voice came over the loud speaker, “Drop of despair, don’t even try to hold on!” And with that we were quickly ascending the first hill. I was building with excited anticipation. With terrible timing my urge to pee than hit me again, even stronger this time. I clenched my legs as I felt a dribble of pee escape into my diapers. At this point I was almost tuning out the ride because I was trying so hard to keep the contents of my bladder out of my diaper. I would feel so ashamed if that happened. It would almost validate I needed them. I regretted not getting off of the line like Marie suggested. People started screaming and my stomach was in my mouth and I felt weightless. We were going down the first drop. My fingernails dug into the restraints as I squeezed with all my might. As we dropped into back to back loop de loops I completely and utterly lost control of my bladder. I could feel a stream of urine relentlessly pouring out into my diaper. As we flipped over and over I could feel the warm urine spreading to all parts of my diaper. I was scared I would leak everywhere. No matter how hard I tried stopping it, the stream kept coming. Eventually I stopped going. I was still being tossed from side to side as I did my best to feel around my clothing to see if I leaked. It seemed like I hadn’t, although I could feel the wetness within my diaper. I was soaked! When we got off the ride Marie let out a short “WOO!” She jumped up and down a few times and looked at me. “Oh my God! How insane was that?! Let’s go again!” I tried to be as enthusiastic as I could be walking around in a sopping wet diaper. I was surprised I wasn’t dripping with the way I felt down there. With that I saw Mom walking over to us. Even though she didn’t look to happy, I never thought I’d be so relieved to see her. “Well it looks like you two are having fun. Thanks for letting me know where you guys were Chris. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I need some help out in the car Chris. Would you mind helping me quick?” “Uh… I guess if I have to.” I tried not to sound too relieved about it. “I’ll come too then.” Marie said. “No don’t be silly honey. I just need Chris. There’s no point of you missing out on any fun, especially when you put in money for the tickets.” Marie looked over at me for approval, “Are you sure? I really wouldn’t care.” I told her it was fine and to have fun. I watched as she got on line for the same ride again and Mom started walking me to the other side of the park. I wondered if I should tell her about the accident or just wait til we got to the bathroom. Mom did not take so much care to speak quietly as Marie did. “Why do you always wait to the last minute to go the bathroom? You’re very lucky you had a diaper on, do you realize that young man? I told you to watch what you drank. Don’t think I didn’t see you gulping down that whole entire thing of coke. And my alerts tell me how much you let out, so I still would’ve known either way. Don’t think you’re fooling anyone but yourself.” Mom seemed to know exactly where she was going as she dragged me across the park, bearing down on my wrist. I tried pulling myself free, but Mom was stronger than I expected. She led us to a bathroom that had a sign of a man, woman and baby in a diaper on the door. She knocked and when no one answered she opened the door and dragged me in. She locked the door behind us and placed the bag on the ground. She walked around me while picking up my shirt and inspecting my shorts. “You’re lucky you didn’t leak. I really should make you sit in that thing a while longer, but I don’t want you leaking all over yourself.” Mom took all off of my clothes completely off to which I protested. She replied to me, “It’ll make things easier so we don’t get your clothes wet.” I stopped arguing as Mom placed my clothes in the bag and pulled out a giant pad that she laid on the floor. She then reached into the bag and pulled out a diaper and unfolded it, before placing it down on the pad. I still couldn’t believe how big those things were. She then set up the stuffers just like Emily. She unlocked my plastic pants and as they dropped I was hit by a wave of ammonia. Mom’s face cringed. Looking down at the diaper awaiting me I got really anxious. The thought of Mom diapering me was somehow infinitely worse than Emily doing it. It just made it so much more babyish. “We can leave now if you want, but do I really have to put another one on? I’ll even pee more right now. I’ll be fine without it.” “Seriously? Do you really think you’re in the position to tell me you don’t need diapers, when you’re standing there in a drenched one?” Mom undid my pins and the heavy diaper plopped onto the plastic pants below. I somehow felt more naked than I actually was after having that ginormous diaper removed from my body. “Let’s go down on the diaper.” There was a knock on the door and Mom yelled out “Give us a few minutes please.” She then angrily said to me, “I am not going to ask again. Lay down before I make you sorry.” I did as I was told and assumed the position on my awaiting diaper. Mom sprinkled powder on me and seemed to struggle as she rushed to get my pins into place. She poked me a few times, to which I winced and let out an “Ow” every time. It wasn’t long before my diaper was on. Mom pulled new plastic pants out of the bag and pulled them up. She then grabbed a bag from her bag which I found a little amusing. That didn’t last long as I felt ashamed watching her disgustedly place my sodden diapers and plastic pants into the bag. A more frantic knock came at the door this time. Mom yelled out, “Just one second!” She quickly snapped my onesie into place, and once more my massive diaper was snugly hugging my body. She helped me get my clothes on and Mom threw the pad into her bag and washed her hands. I was not looking forward to walking out of the bathroom with someone waiting. I knew how odd it would look walking out with my Mom. She walked out first and I reluctantly followed. I looked down to see a little kid doing the potty dance, with a look on his face like he’d burst any second. He looked over at my shirt and then up to my face and then over at my Mom. He looked flabbergasted. I knew it looked weird to walk out of the bathroom with your Mom at my age. I looked over at the young lady standing next to the kid, presumably his mother. She had the same exact look on her face as she gawked at me. We made eye contact and I looked away immediately. I looked back at the kid who was still staring at me, and realized he had on the same exact shirt as me. A light blue t-shirt with “WP” in bubble letters on the front. He kept looking back at me as his mother pulled him into the bathroom. I could’ve sworn I heard her say, “That’ll be you one day if you don’t start trying harder.” I was burning with humiliation. I couldn’t believe that actually just happened. I don’t know if Mom was aware of it or not. Mom told me I had until it got dark until we had to leave. She also warned me she wasn’t sure if she did the best job diapering me, so not to drink anymore. I texted Marie to see where she was and tried my best to suppress the embarrassment I just endured. When I met up with Marie she asked me, “What was all that about?” I was terrible at making up lies. “Oh it was nothing. Just something stupid.” Marie just said, “Okay then.” She could always tell when to back off. She asked if I was up for more rides and we only got in Drop of Despair two more times by the time it was dark out. I actually got to enjoy it at least. When we left Mom was already waiting for us in the car. We hit a lot of traffic on the ride home. I eventually got a whiff of pee and was confused cause I knew I didn’t wet. Mom had gotten the smell out of the car from the last accident, so it wasn’t that either. ‘It must be those stupid wet diapers sitting in the bag.’ I realized why throw away diapers had become so popular. Everyone in the car was quiet being mostly worn out. Me and Marie just showed each other videos on our phones for a while. I heard Marie sniff the air and she looked down at my crotch. “You didn’t, did you?” I got embarrassed about her candidness, but I never got angry about it since it was coming from her. Sometimes it was actually a little comforting. It made me feel as if my issues were nothing to hide, even though I knew that wasn’t the truth. “Oh, um no. It’s probably just the smell from another time.” “Yeah that’s what I thought, sorry to ask.” I told her it was fine. As we got nowhere in traffic, and as it got later our exchange of videos slowed down until we were just doing our own things. It was after a little while that Marie got a naughty look on her face, as she slowly reached down for the button of my shorts. I tried stopping her frantically but she persisted. As Marie started to pull down the zipper I looked up front nervously to see if Mom was watching, which she wasn’t. I panicked knowing any second Marie would be unveiling my diaper, but this was still exciting. I was a little confused where this was going when Marie grabbed a water bottle and pulled back the waist of my plastic pants. She let the warm water soak into the front of my diaper. It was strangely arousing and Marie started calling out my name. “Chris…Chris!” My eyes fluttered open. As the hazy world around me came into focus, I saw that beautiful blonde smiling intently at me. “Yay the sleepy head is up. I just wanted to say bye before I go inside.” I looked around to validate we were parked in front of Marie’s house. “Okay bye Marie. Thank you again. Today was so awesome. You really are the best friend in this entire world.” To my complete surprise and delight she kissed me on the cheek “I know I am. Now goodnight.” I said goodnight back and almost let that three word, eight letter phrase slip out. Sure we used to say it to each other when we were little, but now it would be different, and now was not the right time. With all of the chaos of the day I had forgotten my plans on making my big move on Marie. Besides that should probably wait til I wasn’t wearing diapers. Just in case things developed quicker than expected. But all in all today didn’t feel a complete loss. I felt closer with Marie today than I had in a while. Chapter 8 On the drive home from Marie’s I actually thanked my Mom for a good day. It had its ups and downs, no pun intended, but right now I was actually in a really good mood. I had an awesome day with Marie. I was then brought back to awareness of my diaper as I realized how wet I was down there. I knew it happened when I was sleeping. I thought about how potentially embarrassing today could have been if I didn’t have the diapers on. It didn’t take long for me to dismiss that as a foolish thought. I was not giving in so easy. When we got out of the car Mom patted the seat I had been in. “Thank goodness you didn’t leak. I was nervous about my seats once I got the text.” I cringed thinking about my Mom getting messages about my accidents. With how tech savvy she was I half expected her to accidently share it with the whole entire world. Sometimes it felt like she would be oh so eager to anyway. We walked in the house and thankfully Victoria was nowhere to be seen. But the two huge bins sat in the living room as obtrusively as ever. Right away Mom was working on pulling my shorts off. I got mad. “What are you doing? Stop!” That didn’t stop her. “Chris. You full know what the rules are. No pants or shorts around the house.” I had actually forgotten. I guess I did a good job of keeping the program off my mind today. Well the diapers were hard to tune out, but the rest of the program I didn’t think about, until now, it was brought back to my reality. Mom took off my shirt and unbuttoned my onesie and also took that off. She told me I could put my shirt back on if I wanted, which I already was. Things in the house were strangely quiet. I was expecting Victoria to pop up out of nowhere any second now. I looked at the clock on the wall and realized it was after midnight. Mom softly patted by butt at which I jumped away from her. That was not okay. Talking quietly, not to wake everyone she said, “I know you’re already wet sweetie, but I want you to go potty before night night.” I was tired and really not in the mood for a fight. I just wanted sleep. Tomorrow would be another day to take up the issue at hand. I went to the bathroom, and it was a tiny bit easier to pee with Mom standing right there. Maybe cause I was half asleep. This time Mom didn’t put the top pins back in. She just pulled up the plastic pants around my wet diaper and buckled them. Mom said to me, “Alright let’s get your bins upstairs, and get you changed for bed.” We each grabbed one and walked up to my room with them. I had a hard time getting it up the stairs. Mom placed hers unceremoniously in the middle of my room, while I placed mine in the corner. She said we would get the stuff put away tomorrow since it was so late. Mom looked around my room, “You know you ought to keep your room much neater. In fact I want it clean by Monday when your father and I get home from work.” That was only a day and a half away. ‘This is why I keep her out of my room in the first place.’ Mom pulled a diaper out of a bin and set it up on my tile floor. It looked slightly larger than before, but I brushed it off since I was tired. I wondered what would happen come Monday when Mom and Dad had work, if I had not yet succeeded in my mission. In the back of my mind I halfway knew Emily would be babysitting me. I was in disbelief when Mom pulled out a second diaper and placed it on top of the first, and then added the stuffers in. She was surely just as tired as me and was making a mistake. I told her that was not the way Emily did the diapers. “Chris, don’t even act like you’re not a heavy wetter at night. I’m sure you know as well as me, you’ll need the extra diaper. And besides Emily actually called me before while I was waiting in the car for you two. She gave me more instructions she forgot to include because she said your little accident threw off her routine. She explicitly told me at the very least double diapers and stuffers at night for you.” Mom instructed me to lie down and I did as I was told. My tile floor was cold against the rest of my body. I wished she had put the pad down. “You’re looking a little red down there baby.” I jerked as a different coldness tingled my crotch. “We should probably be using wipes on your little bum from now on.” I felt awkward as Mom tenderly wiped every square inch of me down there, as if without a care in the world. Mom pulled my diaper up through my legs. It didn’t seem fathomable a diaper could be so thick. I wondered if she’d even be able to get it all the way around me. It took her several times of readjusting, but after a few minutes she tugged on the edges of my diaper and seemed satisfied. I could feel they were much snugger than the last time. I then stepped into my plastic pants which she was holding out for me. It was then I remembered the dreaded alarm attached to me. I was so tired. I hoped Mom wouldn’t remember to activate it. As if she was reading my mind Mom said, “By the way, about your alarm. I’m reactivating it, so don’t get scared when it goes off.” I groaned as she said this. I hated being wrenched from that most peaceful place by those shrieking sirens. It was enough to damn well give you a heart attack. This was surely how bedwetting alarms worked. You condition the kid to be petrified of sleeping ever again. No sleep, no bedwetting, problem solved. It never worked for me though. Either way I was so tired all I wanted was sleep, even if it would be rudely interrupted. ‘I only have to put up with this for tonight’, I told myself. “Oh one last thing.” Mom walked over to the bin and pulled out a slightly larger looking onesie. She looked at the tag and began speaking, “You will be sleeping in your onesie at night. Emily said it’ll make for a dry bed in the morning.” I held my arms up and Mom placed the onesie on me. “I’m heading to bed now, but I want you to get your diaper pail out of the bin. The pail is to stay out in the open, not in your closet. We don’t need it stinking up your clothes in there.” I actually thought that was a good point since I had several nice jackets in the closet which I wouldn’t want anything happening to. Mom continued, “Don’t forget to put your wet diaper in the pail too. Goodnight baby.” I said goodnight back and Mom walked out of my room, but didn’t close the door behind her. I hated that. I went over and closed it fully. I walked over to the bin and looked inside. There were pins, clothing, a few big packs labeled as adult briefs, and my diaper pail. It was essentially a big round, white garbage can. I placed it on the side of my dresser where it would go most unnoticed. I picked up my diaper. It was wet and cold to the touch. I brought it over to the pail, dropped it in and closed the lid. As I laid down in bed I could not at all get comfortable. The thick diaper forced my body into awkward positions no matter which way I laid. As if that wasn’t enough, the onesie constantly tugged on me. As I tossed and turned, my plastic sheet and plastic pillow case crinkled beneath me. I laid there restlessly so I tried relieving myself into my diaper in a different way. I was re-picturing the glimpse I got of Marie’s thong before. I then pictured her stripping all the way down for me. This usually did the trick for me. Not now though. There was just too much padding tightly encasing me. I gave up on that and eventually fell asleep out of sheer exhaustion. “WOOOWOOOWOOO”. Mom was shaking me. “Come on Chris, let’s go potty.” I had no clue what was going on at first. It didn’t take me long to realize I had just urinated on myself and I was being woken up to be made conscious of the fact. I groaned miserably as Mom told me to get out of bed. She shut off the alarm and I walked to the bathroom with her half asleep. She had me try to use the toilet, even though my bladder had already completely emptied. She pinned me back up in the same wet diaper. I had really soaked it. When we got upstairs I assumed my position on the floor. I was ready to be changed into a dry diaper and be on my merry way back to the land of nod. Of course no diaper would’ve been better, but 3:00 am was no time for such an argument. When Mom didn’t follow me into my room I got up and went into hers. She was getting back under the sheets already. She was obviously half asleep too. “Mom. You forgot to… uh, change my thing”, I said sheepishly. “Chris it’s the middle of the night, go back to bed.” “But… I’m… really wet.” I felt ashamed saying it out loud, even though Mom already knew. “Honey, your diapers will hold fine until the morning. Please just go back to sleep.” I was about to put up a fight, but felt silly fighting to have my diaper changed. I sucked it up and went back to sleep, much quicker this time too. I woke up the next morning incredibly refreshed, even with the middle of the night interruption. I had not slept so wonderfully in a while. I even woke up in a dry bed which I hadn’t in years. I won’t lie and say I thought I woke up dry all on my own. I was aware of the wet mound of cloth around my waist long before being aware of the dry bed under me. Despite having a dry bed, I still woke up surrounded by the pungent smell of stale urine. I sat up and patted the bed around me just to check it was actually completely dry, which it was. My stomach gurgled and I felt a little nauseous. I remembered I hadn’t eaten dinner last night because we got stuck in traffic. I could hear everyone in the kitchen talking. I threw my robe on and headed downstairs for breakfast. Everyone was at kitchen table already eating, when they all stopped to stare at me. Victoria looked a little disappointed. Dad looked a little mad. Mom said, “Chris, robe off you know the rules.” There was no way I was stripping down to just my onesie and diaper in front of Victoria. She would enjoy it way too much. I made my case, “Mom the rules were no shorts or pants, they never said anything about a robe.” “No the rules were that your diapers will remain visible while you’re awake and around the house, this way you can think about your potty training.” Victoria snickered at this. I stamped my foot and raised my voice, “I don’t need to be potty trained! I’m eighteen years old for fuck’s sake. I don’t want to do this anymore.” Victoria held her nose and waved at the air. “It smells like you need to be potty trained. I can smell your wet diaper from here.” I wanted to push her off her chair. That little brat. I knew I’d only get in trouble though. There was one time she stomped on my foot and broke my toe, so I hit her, not even that hard. I got the worst spanking of my life. Victoria got brought out for ice cream and a movie. Story of my life. Me trying to get even with her never ended good. Dad sat there scarfing up his scrambled eggs. I could tell he was trying to keep his cool. Mom said, “Chris, I know you don’t want to do this, but you need to. You haven’t had a single dry night in as long as I can remember. And you’ve had at least ten day wets in the past month alone. Do you realize how long it’s been since your father and I have invited anyone over to the house? Emily has been the last person in a while. Chris I’m tired of my house stinking of your pee. It’s embarrassing. I know you can’t control it, but something needs to be done about it, one way or another.” I stamped my foot even harder, half afraid I would break the step at the moment of impact. I yelled, “Come on this is so unfair!” Dad slurped the last sip of coffee from his cup. He took the last few bites of his breakfast and put his fork and knife down on his plate with a clink. He slowly turned his head to the side towards me. He gave me a look I knew all too well. If Dad’s demeanor was a car teetering on the edge of a high up cliff, I knew any further acts of defiance from me, would be the bird landing on the hood. I decided to stop for now. I knew I would have to work over Mom when she was by herself. She was not nearly half as scary to press as Dad. Once I worked her over, she would convince Dad of the same in no time at all. That was the way things were. Mom was the decision maker, Dad was only the enforcer. So when I was asked to take my robe off again, I bit the bullet and did so. I walked downstairs before doing so, this way I would be less on display. Of course Victoria spared me no dignity as she watched me take my robe off, at least I had the onesie on to cover my diaper. “Aww wook at widdle baby brudda in his onesie. You are just too ‘dorable baby Chris.” I asked Mom to make her stop. Mom told her to stop and said to me, “Get over here and I’ll get that onesie off. Then you can sit down and have your breakfast.” Victoria held her nose as deliberately as she could while I walked past her to Mom. She took it off and I felt so exposed in just my diaper. Suddenly eating breakfast right now was not so tempting. I said I wasn’t hungry and would just eat later. Mom said, “No, I want you to eat with us. You are a member of this family just like everyone else.” Victoria chimed in, “Yeah even babies count too.” Mom sternly said Victoria’s name. I grabbed a plate, filled it up with sausage, eggs, and toast. I ate while I sat there in nothing but my cold, wet, smelly diaper. Dad got up and poured himself another cup of coffee. He asked if anyone else wanted one to which me and Victoria both said yes. Before my cup was even poured Dad was being berated. “What are you giving him that for Jack? I don’t want him having any.” Drinking coffee had never been a problem before. I even remember drinking it when I was only eight or nine. It used to make me feel so grown up. I said to her, “Since when is it a big deal for me to have coffee? I’m practically old enough to drink alcohol.” “Yeah well practically didn’t stop you and Marie from drinking the three times I’ve caught you two.” I set myself up for that one. Mom continued, “And that’s not the point. Coffee isn’t going to help you stay dry, and right now, that is the only thing you should be worry about.” ‘Right. While other people my age focus on getting their license, starting college and getting their first jobs, my only worry is to stay dry. Glad to see you have such high aspirations for me.’ Dad handed Victoria her coffee as she obnoxiously slurped it. She started complaining to Mom and Dad how my alarm woke her up last night and she was not willing to go through being woken up every night again. ‘That makes two of us’, I thought. I finished eating and was about to go shower, when I realized I needed to be unlocked from my plastic pants. I asked Mom if I could take a shower. She walked me into the bathroom. She went on her phone and locked the door behind her, and then unlocked my pants. “Before you go in the shower I want you to rinse off your plastic panties.” I objected to them being called plastic panties again. “Well would you rather have me call them your baby pants? They don’t have any other names than that.” ‘I’d rather you call them garbage and throw them out.’ She looked around the bathroom. “I guess just leave your wet diapers on top of the toilet for now. Emily really should’ve given us a second pail for in here. Oh well, I guess we can always run out for one soon.” She said this more to herself than me. I hoped that by we that she meant only her. Mom then held out a razor. I had just shaved two days ago, and besides my facial hair was none of her concern. She said as she handed it to me, “I am going to give you one chance to do this yourself, and don’t make me regret it. You need to shave your whole diaper area. If it touches your diaper, there should be no hair there. Emily said you should be able to wiggle the straps on your sensor a little bit to get under them.” I threw the razor on the ground and the head flew off of it. “Why?! You’re just trying to punish me and make me feel like a baby.” Mom’s hand swiftly swatted my rear as I jumped up. I couldn’t feel it much to be honest, I was more surprised. “Pick that up! You’re not to question us anymore. I don’t have to tell you why for anything. As far as I’m concerned, from now on, because I said so is a good enough answer. But if you must know, it is to keep your little bottom diaper rash free. So do yourself some good. Get in the shower and shave. You have fifteen minutes until I’m back in here.” She walked out of the bathroom and once again locked the door behind her. I kicked the plastic pants off of my feet. I tried unpinning the diaper. The cloth held the pin so tight it was difficult to get the sharp part out of the covering. I got frustrated Mom didn’t just do it for me. I quickly changed my mind. I would not so willingly concede any independence, no matter how small. That would not be taking things in the right direction. I eventually had my diaper off and on top of the toilet. As I stood there naked, I looked at the high offset window, a portal to diaperless freedom. In reality I knew I would not get very far being naked. Either way Mom would be back soon, so unless I planned on moving out once I hopped out the window, this wouldn’t get me anywhere. I got in the shower and washed myself clean off. Normally the urine smell would dissipate at this point, but the bathroom still stunk. As I grabbed the razor I questioned if I should do it. My facial hair never came in more than being scraggly which I hated. At least having hair down there, I was manly. How could Mom be doing all of this to me? It was like she wanted me to feel like a baby. I thought about not doing it, but knew I would be getting another damned diaper put on soon and would be caught. I did not want any major confrontations with Dad around. I brought the razor down to my privates and my hand quivered afraid I might somehow chop something off. I sighed as I started removing my maturity. When I was finished I looked down and was embarrassed by what I saw. I looked silly with no hair and the sensor strapped around me. It did not make me feel like I could be an object of sexual desire. I felt like a little boy. ‘Stop overthinking things. You’re still just as much of a man.’ I started to think about myself inside of Marie. I placed my hand around my sensor and started massaging. I figured I should try to find some relief before I had to get my things back on. It wasn’t really that great feeling with the sensor around me, but I still tried. I heard the door click and Mom was back in the bathroom. ‘Goddammit woman.’ “Alright fifteen minutes is up mister. Out of the shower.” As I turned off the water Mom opened the shower door. As she looked down at me I thought about covering myself up, but knew it was futile. “Good, I’m glad you shaved. I was not in the mood for a fight. Alright now dry off, and let’s get that little bum back in a diaper.” Once my diaper was set up on the bathroom floor, I laid down to be placed back in my diaper prison. I sighed, knowing that everything that made me a man, would soon be bundled up, locked up far away from the rest of the world. When Mom was done and unlocked the bathroom door I ran up to my room. It felt gross carrying my soiled diapers with me, especially just getting out of the shower. Dad was walking out of my room, with one of the bins. With the way he was carrying the bin, I could tell it was not empty. This was a good sign. A little balloon had inflated with some hope. Maybe Dad had come to his wits. He was probably tired of watching his adult son waddle around the house like nothing more than a toddler. I could tell he was just as ashamed about the whole situation as I was. Me and Dad were usually on the same page about things. It was only Mom’s fault he ever ended up on any other page. I held my diapers to the side out of his direct sight. I asked him, “So does this mean you are going to try convincing Mom?” He stared at me like I had five heads. “What are you talking about?” That little balloon of hope started deflating. “You’re taking that stuff out of my room. I thought maybe you didn’t want me doing it anymore and that…” Dad cut me off. “No your mother and I put your potty stuff away while you were in the shower. “ The balloon was spiraling around the room as it drained. I asked him what was in the bin then as he carried it away. He didn’t answer me. I went into my room and saw my underwear drawer open. I never left the drawers open one tiny crack, it bothered me for some reason. I ran over and looked inside. All of my boxers were gone! In their place lay a row of neatly folded diapers. That little balloon of hope sputtered out its last breath as it lifelessly dropped to the floor. I ran my hand over my head from front to back and left it resting on the back of my head. ‘What the fuck. They didn’t need to take my boxers.’ Obviously one doesn’t wear boxers with diapers, but I would be out of these damned things soon. I slammed the drawer closed. The sight of it angered me. I opened my pajama drawer, only to find they were gone as well, all replaced with onesies. I slammed that drawer closed and rifled through both of my dressers. All of my clothes were gone! Besides the onesies and diapers, my dressers were empty. I stormed off downstairs ready to raise hell. I would not stand for this anymore. As I passed Victoria in the upstairs hallway she smiled and called me crinkle butt. I told her to shut the fuck up. She snapped right back at me, “Geez, what’s got your diapers in a bunch?” I heard Mom talking in the kitchen. I stopped halfway down the stairs as I heard my Aunt Joyce’s voice. I stopped and turned around, not willing for her to see me like this. Mom called out, “Chris is that you?” I stayed perfectly silent. “Come say hi to your Aunt.” I slowly walked downstairs petrified that my cousin Chelsea, who was the same age as me, was with her. Luckily she wasn’t. I stood there in front of my Aunt in nothing but a diaper, not for the first time since babyhood either. I remembered all of the times she used to watch me and Victoria overnight when we were little. Victoria and Chelsea used to share Chelsea’s bed, while I used to sleep on the floor in her bedroom. Aunt Joyce always insisted I wore goodnites when I spent the night. One night I took the goodnite off, and stained the carpet in Chelsea’s room. From that point I was not allowed to sleep in pajamas there, so I would be kept honest. Sleeping naked in front of your sister and cousin was somehow a worse option than sleeping in a goodnite. And in reality those things weren’t the worst. They almost were underwear, even more so considering what I currently had on. My Aunt said hi to me and I said hi back. I heard her say to my parents, “It’s about time you guys did something”, as I waddled back up to my room. I hid up in my room all day as I waited for my Aunt to leave. I cleaned my room to kill the time. I got an urge to pee which I tried to ignore until my Aunt left. It didn’t take long before I was dashing off downstairs and had to ask Mom to take me to the bathroom. I tried not to make my need sound as desperate as it was. My Aunt made another comment about being so glad Chelsea was done with this when she was only two and a half. We stood in the bathroom as Mom undid my diapers. It was such a hassle and I struggled to remain in control as I waited. I luckily made it though. When Mom finished putting my diaper back on she told me, “Dinner is almost ready, so stay downstairs for now. Your Aunt is eating over so I want you on your best behavior.” I was really hungry as I had not eaten lunch, so I did not give any objections. As we all sat at the table, I was grateful that the table at least covered my diapers. I scarfed down the spaghetti and meatballs since I was so hungry. I also had a water bottle and a cup of soda because I hadn’t drank all day either. I would’ve had another soda but was stopped. As Aunt Joyce sipped her wine, she droned on about Chelsea’s plans to travel for the summer before going away to school. Chelsea this, Chelsea that. She acted as if Chelsea was God’s greatest gift to the Earth. The clock hit 6:00 and I knew the season finale of “Werezoms” would be on soon. It was mine and Marie’s absolute favorite show. We watched it religiously since it had started. I brought it up, “So the season finale of werezoms is on tonight.” My Aunt Joyce said, “Chelsea is obsessed with that show. I don’t get it. Are they werewolfs or zombies?” I rolled my eyes, and answered rather impatiently, “They’re both.” I turned to Mom, “So do you think I can go to Marie’s to watch it, and I’ll come home right after? I’ll even keep my things on.” At least if I could wear clothes over my diapers Marie would still be ignorant to them. Mom finished chewing before answering me, “Now sweetie, what makes you think I would say yes to that. You know the rules. You are not allowed out without me, Emily or your father. Why don’t you and Marie watch it here for once?” “Can I at least wear my clothes then?” Mom seemed a little less patient this time. “Chris, I accommodated you yesterday because it was your birthday. But I’m not going to start bending the rules because you don’t want Marie to know about your diapers. You hang out with her all the time. If we broke the rules every time you were with her, we would be breaking the rules a lot, and really what’s the point in even doing the program then? And I have to tell you what Chris. Me and your father are busy. Don’t count on us bringing you two around to places. If you want to keep hanging out with Marie, I don’t see any way around her knowing.” My Aunt then asked my Mom, “Doesn’t she already know all about his accidents though?”, as if I was not there. My Mom just nodded her head and said, “Mmhmm.” “She probably wouldn’t even be surprised he’s in diapers then.” Mom nodded her head again. “I tried telling him the same exact thing Joyce.” ‘Stupid women.’ The problem with the diapers, okay more accurately, one of the many problems with the diapers was I wanted to take my relationship to the next level with Marie. I wanted Marie to be my first and my only. However with these prohibitive diapers on that was not happening any time soon. I barely finished eating, even with as hungry as I was. I told my parents I wasn’t feeling good and would be going to sleep early tonight. Mom told me that she would take me to the potty first. Victoria giggled. I would have been more annoyed I guess, but for all my life I was always told to use the bathroom before going to sleep. Only now my Mom had to help me do it. Emily really wasn’t kidding when she said how much this program was geared toward younger children. After I was done in the bathroom Mom walked me upstairs past the kitchen. Aunt Joyce told me goodnight. That word stung a little coming from her. When we got upstairs Mom said, “Sweetie, I know you did a good job at keeping your diaper dry today, but I still need to get you pinned into your night diapers, especially if you’re not feeling good.” I knew my best chance at seeing “Werezoms” was to go along with this for now. I did not put up a fight as I was diapered and put into my onesie. As I sat up in my room I thought about how I could get to Marie’s to watch “Werezoms”. Sure I could technically wait til I convinced my parents how stupid this program was, and then watch the episode on demand with her. But tonight was the finale, and it was shaping up to be a big one. With how popular the show was, I knew I would end up seeing some type of spoiler if I didn’t just watch it tonight. The first problem was I did not have any clothes. I didn’t know were my old or even new clothes were. I figured I would not have easy access to them. I turned on a floor lamp near my closet to look inside of it. As I did the lightbulb went out. I used my phone flashlight instead. They even took all of my jackets that were hanging in the closet. On the hangers were now all plastic pants. I looked into one corner of the closet and saw it. My backpack I used in high school. I eagerly unzipped it and peered inside. There they were! A complete change of clothes. I always had extra clothes at the nurse’s even during high school. But it was always better to be safe. I quickly got over this little victory as I remembered my jeans would not fit over my diapers. I did not even bother to waste my time trying. I then ran over to my drawer to see if the scissors I kept were in it. They were. If I could cut the plastic pants off then I could unpin the diaper, and actually get my clothes on. Then I could sneak out my window, climb down the tree and head to Marie’s house. As long as I left by 7:30 I would make it by 8:00. Once I came back I could just put another diaper on myself. I had everything I needed in my room. But then I remembered the sensor. It would be a two hour finale, three hours including the time for me to walk there and back. I had drank a lot at dinner, which I was suddenly regretting. Even though I didn’t want to admit it, I knew I would not be able to hold it for that long. One way or another I would be setting the alarm off. I looked over on top of my dresser where a bunch of supplies were left out. Pins, wipes, baby powder, a changing mat and a pack of disposable diapers. But then under a few other items I saw exactly what I was looking for. I smugly thought, ‘How stupid could they be?’ I certainly wasn’t complaining really. In front of me was another sensor. I guessed it was in case the first one stopped working or something like that. This meant I could cut off the straps on the sensor I had on now and put the replacement on when I got back. No one would have any clue! I waited til 7:25 to make my move. I tried getting my onesie off, but still struggled with the snaps. I used the scissor to easily cut through the fabric near the snaps. I then slipped it off over my head. My heart was pounding as I brought the scissor up to my thick plastic pants. I wondered if the scissors could cut through. I pulled out the waist as much as I could and I brought the two blades together. Snip. Success! The scissor cut through the plastic material and the belt just as easily as I’d hoped. Once I cut through one side, I just kicked them off. I fumbled with the pins on my diaper for a little bit, but eventually got them off. All that was left was the sensor. If the scissors could cut through the plastic I knew the cotton straps on the sensor would be no problem. I brought the blades of the scissor around the straps. Snip. “WOOO-WOOO-WOOO” ‘Oh shit!’ Cutting the straps had set off the deafening alarm on my wrist. Before I could even react I heard footsteps pounding up the stairs. Chapter 9 There was no way I could get another diaper and onesie on in the few seconds I had until somebody would be up in my room. I ran over to my wooden dresser and smashed the watch against it. I hurt my wrist and winced. The alarm was unscathed. I heard Mom yelling over the alarm as she opened my bedroom door. “Come on Chris let’s go potty!” I was a deer in headlights as Mom laid eyes on my naked body. I’d never seen Mom so angry looking in her life. “JACK! JACK! Get up here!” I knew I had really fucked up. Leaving the house for good actually looked like my best option. I was ready to run out of the house naked, with blaring alarm and all if I had to. Anything was better than facing my impending doom. I grabbed my backpack with my change of clothes and darted past Mom. I rounded the corner of the hallway to the stairs when I saw Dad at the bottom. He started charging upstairs like a bellowing bull, yelling at me to “Get over here!” ‘Shit! I should’ve just went for the window.’ I did a 180 and ran like absolute hell. I would not be caught this time. I made it into my room and was halfway to the window when I tripped and went clattering to the ground. In an instant the pounding of Dad’s footsteps was on me. He pinned me down and I knew I was done for. I started kicking and screaming. “Let me go! Please just let me go! I’m leaving and never coming back!” “Hold him there Jack. I’m going to get the wooden spoon.” I started blubbering, “Please no! Not the wooden spoon!” The only time Mom had ever used the wooden spoon on me I was like five. I had called one of Mom’s friends dumb and ugly, right to the lady’s face. From that day forward, I never called anyone dumb or ugly again. I also didn’t sit right for about a week. After that the wooden spoon was always a threat, but something they never actually followed through on, like most of their other punishments. I was absolutely terror stricken at the thought of enduring the wooden spoon again. I still remembered the pain vividly. The more I fought against Dad the tighter his control over my body became. He yelled at me to knock it off. The alarm seemed like it was shrilling even louder. It felt as if any second the whole world would explode around me and disintegrate among the chaos. Mom burst back into my room and ripped the comforter off of my mattress. She grabbed my stained pad from underneath, sat down and placed it on her lap. As Dad hoisted me into the air I saw Victoria standing in the doorway watching. Dad dropped me over Mom’s knee and kept his hand on my back pushing me down. I screamed out, “Why are you doing this to me?! I’ll just leave and never come back! Pleaseeee!” I jumped up as the first blistering whack landed on my backside. Mom said, “Oh yeah? Where are you going to live? You don’t have a job! You don’t have any money! What are you going to live on the streets?!” “I’ll go live with Marie! At least they’ll treat me like an adult!” I was writhing as another whack stung my backside. “Oh yeah? What the hell makes you think they’ll put up with your wetting over there? Don’t think Mrs. Morris hasn’t complained to me about cleaning up after you.” Mom let another crack land on my rear end. I was hysterical and fighting to get free. “I hate you guys! Just let me go! You can’t do this to me. I’m not a baby!” “Well you sure act like one.” The wooden spoon struck me again. “You haven’t done anything to grow up. I’ve tried setting you up with a job, I’ve tried getting you into driving classes, and you talk about college, but you still haven’t even applied yet! You’ve made it perfectly clear you’re not ready to grow up. You’re not ready to go out into the real world Christopher.” Mom went into a tizzy. She unleashed a fury of unrelenting cracks on my rear end. I tried putting my hands in the way, but the wooden spoon landing on them only stung more. “And how dare you destroy something that we’ve paid for. You’ve already destroyed enough furniture around this house. I can’t believe you cut your onesie and panties up. I have so had it with you!” The whacks burying into me became more and more painful, they were burning white hot. I expected the spoon to splinter into a million pieces. I was completely blubbering when I felt the pad under me get warm and wet. I hadn’t even realized I was peeing. I tried getting up from my puddle, but was kept pinned down as the spoon kept coming. Eventually Mom finished and she turned the alarm off form her phone. She then told Dad to pick me up. Dad picked me up and held onto me as Mom grabbed the damp pad from her lap. I was still sniffling and rubbing my blistered rear end when she held the pad with the wet spot right in front of my face. She said disgustedly, “But oh no, you don’t need to be potty trained right? Some grown up you are.” Her words stung me almost as much as my ass. I wanted to die knowing Victoria was watching everything. “Chris this is all for your own good. You aren’t ready to move out and it would be irresponsible of us as parents to set you up for that failure. You’ll thank us someday.” Mom told Dad to keep holding me as she got my diapers ready again and she told Victoria, “Shows over.” I was absolutely devastated by what just happened. My ass only stung even more as Mom had me sit down on my diaper. I knew from experience the feeling would be staying with me for some time. Mom put the replacement sensor on me and then pinned me back into my double diapers. After that spanking I only wanted to run away even more. I knew the only place I would have to stay was Marie’s. I knew that despite what Mom said, Mrs. Morris would be more than happy to have me. But with this humongous diaper on my waist, running away to Marie’s was my last choice. I would not sabotage my chances with her. I knew my parents could not force me to stay if I was eighteen. It was illegal. I half thought about calling 911 if I couldn’t figure a way out of this. Dad let go of his grip on me and Mom had me stand up and get my onesie on. She grabbed my clothes off the floor. “I don’t know how we missed these.” She turned to my Dad. “So what do we do with him now? What’s to stop him from trying the same thing again?” Dad suggested they call Emily. Mom shot down the idea, “No it’s almost eight o’clock. She has to be here at seven in the morning. I wouldn’t feel right.” Then I heard that obnoxious brat from the hallway, “Lock him in the bathroom!” “Shut the fuck up Victoria!” She was always trying to make things worse for me. Mom swatted my rear end, which actually hurt, despite all of the padding. “Knock it off with the language. And you know what? That is not a bad idea. Thank you Victoria. Jack get downstairs and take anything sharp at all out of the bathroom.” I pleaded with Mom to just leave me alone. “Chris, you have nobody to blame but yourself for all of this. Now grab your pillow and let’s get you downstairs for bed.” “No. It’s only eight. I’m not going to bed right now.” She grabbed my pillow and then grabbed my hand and started pulling. “Oh yes you are mister. You were the one who wanted to go to bed so early tonight. Well now you got what you wanted. Are you really going to put up another fight? I don’t think you want more of the wooden spoon.” Normally this would not have stopped me, but now the threat did not seem so empty. We got into the bathroom and Mom told me I was to stay in the tub with the shower curtains closed all night, in case someone needed to use the bathroom. I got in the tub and I could feel my onesie get wet with residual moisture. It was so cramped and tight. I put my pillow behind my head and the shower curtains closed on one side of me. Mom shut the light off and closed the door behind her. I sat there in claustrophobic darkness with my ass still stinging. I thought about Marie and realized she would have no clue what was going on. I didn’t bring my phone down with me. I went over to the bathroom door and called to Mom asking for my phone. I tried yelling through the door for a while and still got no response. I fiddled with the door knob, but it was locked. I felt so isolated and trapped. I wasn’t sure if they had gone out without me, if something happened, or if I was just being ignored. I gave up and sat back in the tub and closed the shower curtain around me. I was not at all tired yet. I truly felt like I was languishing in purgatory. I wondered what was happening on “Werezoms” and how frantically Marie would be trying to call me. I was afraid she would show up at the house. I thought how if only I had Marie come over, instead of trying my stunt, I could be hanging out with her watching “Werezoms”, rather than sitting in the dark, in a tub. I started thinking about what would actually happen if Marie saw me in my diapers. ‘Maybe I’m being unrealistic about this whole thing. Marie’s never batted an eyelash even when I’ve had accidents right in front of her. She’s even helped me clean up. Maybe she wouldn’t even make a big deal out of it. I guess I really am making things harder on myself.’ I swayed away from those feelings. I was only feeling regretful because I was stuck sitting in a tub instead of being with Marie. But it was not my fault I was here, it was completely my parents. I woke up from a quasi–sleep to the alarm echoing throughout the bathroom. I had wet my diaper. I waited for someone to come down and shut off the alarm. When nobody came I got nervous. ‘Did something happen to everyone?’ I was about ready to try smashing that alarm again when the door creaked opened and the light popped on. My alarm shut off. “Good morning sweetheart.” It was Mom. I was actually very relieved to see her. She opened the shower curtains and had me try to pee in the toilet. She commented, “I’m surprised you stayed dry so long.” I ignored her comment and asked what time it was. It was almost six. I had almost stayed dry all night. Mom pinned my wet diaper back into place, put the plastic pants back on, and took my onesie off. She said, “Okay sweetness, I have to get in the shower now anyway, so go wait for your father in the kitchen. He’ll be down any second.” I walked into the kitchen and softly sat down at the table. Dad was already in there getting a pot of coffee going. He said good morning to me and I grumbled it back to him. Everything was mostly silent except for the coffee pot gurgling. Dad grabbed a coffee mug from one of the drawers, went to the fridge and got some milk and poured his coffee. He sat at the table and took a big sip. After he swallowed he looked over at me. He said, “You’d better start behaving yourself. I am not happy about last night. And you know, the more you fight with your mother, the more she is going to fight back.” He paused, “Don’t tell her I said this, but I agree some parts of this program are unfair and maybe we can work on that. But you pulling stunts like you did last night is not going to get you anywhere.” I whined, “But why do I even have to do this program?” “Chris, your mother has had it with dealing with your accidents. And I’m sorry, but I really can’t say I completely disagree. Listen to me, if you start behaving yourself, I’ll try to talk to your mother about maybe eliminating certain parts. But we’re not backing down about you finishing this program.” He paused and looked away from me, speaking quieter this time, “Besides, don’t you ever want to stop wetting? You’re eighteen now.” I hung my head. I couldn’t help but feel as if I was a failure to Dad. What father wants to admit their adult son still has a wetting problem? When it was just me and Dad alone, he was actually very level headed. I found it impossible to argue with him when he was like this. Except now it came more from a place of respect than fear. I wished he could be like this all of the time instead of having to appear the dominant alpha male in front of everyone else. I also wished Mom didn’t have him on a leash with a choker collar as her attack dog. I told Dad I would start behaving and asked if I could go upstairs. I wanted to get to my phone to text Marie. He told me to wait with him and we sat in silence as Dad read the paper and Mom was getting ready for work. The second the clock hit seven came a knock at the door. I knew it was that dreaded woman here to babysit me. Well not babysit really, that’s a poor choice of words. More like she was here to adultsit me. Dad opened up the door for Emily and said hi to her. She rang out “Good morning!” so pleasant and cheerful as if she was the sun herself, rising above the horizon. Mom came clacking down the stairs in her heels and tried to match Emily in her enthusiasm when she said good morning back. Emily waved to me and I blushed. “Hi there Chris. Were you a good boy for me this weekend like I asked?” I remained silent and Mom spoke up, “Not at all. We had a bit of an incident last night.” Emily gave me a reproachful look as Mom continued, “Chris here, decided to take a scissor to his onesie, panties and sensor last night. We caught him naked before he was about to change into a pair of clothes and sneak out.” Emily looked over at me and made a “tsk, tsk, tsk” noise as she shook her head. She asked why she hadn’t been called and Mom said it had been too late at night. Emily waved her hand with a flick of her wrist. “Don’t be silly! I am here for you anytime that you could possibly need. If ever in doubt, I would rather you call me. Honestly. May I ask how you did handle the situation then?” Mom explained how I was given the wooden spoon and locked in the bathroom for the night. Emily gave a small golf clap and nodded her head to my Mom. “Well good, I am glad to see you are getting more comfortable with discipline. It is never too late. But now, about the clothes. I thought we discussed it was best that clothes not be made accessible to Chris.” Mom replied, “Yes we did. Somehow a pair of clothes slipped past our radar, they were left in his old backpack.” Emily placed her palm on the side of her temple and shook her head. She sounded disappointed in herself. “That’s my fault. It is not at all uncommon for children in our program to keep a change of clothes in a bag. I am terribly sorry. I really should have reminded you to check for that.” Mom assured her it was fine and that it wasn’t her fault, only I was to blame. Emily continued, “No I don’t think that’s completely accurate. You cannot completely blame the child if they do not know any better. And from what you tell me, Chris has not received a lot of discipline in his life. Sometimes children do not realize the full consequences of misbehaving until it has been firmly taught to them. And in We Potty, we provide those lessons, because mature and appropriate behavior is another cornerstone of successful potty training.” I was sick of hearing about the “cornerstones” of potty training. I found everything about her so fake and calculated. I wondered why a lady like her ended up here instead of being a politician. I wanted to make some sarcastic comment about how many cornerstones a building could possibly have, but I kept my mouth shut. “Well I’ll tell you what. This isn’t the first time we have dealt with this exact behavior. Even a five year old has the sense to use a scissor to cut something off. I have exactly the things we’ll need to deal with this out in the van. I will be right back.” I wondered what types of “things” she would be coming back with. I had a feeling I didn’t want to know what they were, but knew I would be soon finding out either way. Story is written by Stacylove92 ----------------------------------------------------------------- What a cliffhanger we were left on! It had to be mittens right? Chapter 10 - Run the Gauntlet - The Unofficial Sequel By D503 I'm learning to write in American English - feel free to correct any Commonwealth terms/grammar/slang I’ve used. "Now as I was saying, Chris," Emily had returned with another big ugly diaper bag - this time it was blue with penguins and multiple baby blocks spelling “WP” and started to unpack what appeared to be light-blue boxing gloves but without thumbs - "you need to be reminded of the consequences of misbehaving - especially destroying expensive property that your parents’ have worked hard to pay for”. Turning to Jack and Sarah, Emily says “oh and please don’t worry Mr and Mrs Porcelli, these replacement and correctional items come at no extra change to your co-pay. However, the cost for Chris is much higher.” Chris gulped. “Of course Emily, we’re completely in your hands,” Sarah says, eyeing the gloves, “and please call us Jack and Sarah. We’re certainly on a first-name basis now”. As Emily smiles at Sarah and begins to hold-up the gloves to speak: “Now - ,” Victoria waltzes into the kitchen, feigning childish innocence as she makes her way to the cupboard. She’s like a vampire, feeding off my humiliation, Chris thinks, and she’ll probably gloat over her coffee again this morning. “Good morning Victoria,” Emily says, amused. “Good morning Emily,” Victoria replies, sickly sweet, reaching for a mug. “Now, these will keep little scissor hands from being naughty and cutting their diapers at night when no-one’s watching. As you can see these safety mittens have electronic locks similar to Chris’ panties that are controlled from the app, which I’ll add to yours shortly. How about we give these a little try?”. Chris balks and shoots his hands under the table as Emily approaches with an open mitt in both hands, the other tucked under her arm. “No wait, c'mon Dad! You just said you didn't agree with all the aspects of the program and this is clearly unfair”. Sarah frowns, folds her arms and looks to her husband. “I said,” Jack says, raising his voice, “I’m adamant that you’ll finish this program. I also said that I expect you to behave and to stop arguing.” Sarah relaxes her face slightly. “You’ve also breached my confidence here, so don’t expect any more mercy from me from now on. I don’t appreciate being questioned by the likes of someone who’s gone out of their way to defy us and destroy expensive property, while we’re busting our ass paying for your healthcare and this roof over your head!“. Jack starts to cool-off as Sarah walks over and stands behind him in support, her hands on his shoulders. Verging on tears, Chris’ voice nearly cracks as he starts to protest the onslaught “I’m sorrrrrry, but I -” but is cut-off by Emily, roundly ignoring his protest. “Well said Jack. This sort of chronic arguing mustn’t be tolerated and is yet another classic sign of immaturity. Something we’ll all directly address together”. Sarah and Jack both nod confidently. “And Chris, please stop with the crocodile tears, I’ve had enough naughty boys turn on the waterworks to try to worm their way out of a punishment. It’s certainly not going to work on me, and don’t look at your mother, she’s had enough of your antics''. Chris, even more upset, bites his bottom lip as he gazes towards his mom, only to be met with a face of grim determination. He looks down at the table and resists the urge to run upstairs and hide in his room, knowing he’d only be punished again. Emily places the gloves on the table and pries Chris’ right hand from under the table. He emits a pathetic whine as Emily secures the first mit on his hand. “I told you to stop whining. This is for your own good and you know it. If you’re going to be this immature, the program is going to last much, much longer”. She then jerks his uncooperative left arm from under the table and swiftly secures the second mitt. Chris raises both fists in frustration - the “WP” bubble letters clearly visible on both mittens - and then bangs them onto the table, his face following soon behind, cradled in the gloves, the whine giving way to sobs. Emily changes tack and embraces Chris from behind, pulling him back off the table. He could feel her breasts in his back and her perfume was intoxicating. “Shh, oh hush, c’mon on now, it’s not all that bad. Once we can trust you again at night, you won’t need to wear these silly things. It’s just a precaution to stop you doing stupid things again.” Emily slowly rocks him from side-to-side. Still sobbing, “Are… are… you going to take them off now?” He looks back behind him hopefully. “I thought you promised me you’d be a good boy? Didn’t you? Didn’t you? You still can do that can’t you? Yes. Yes, good.” Chris nods, sniffling. “Now listen”, still embracing him from behind and rubbing both of his upper arms, “I’ve told you there’s things in life we don’t want to do, but that you’ve going to have to do them for your own good. So, you’re going to wear these mittens today as a punishment for your disobedience last night and they will serve as a reminder of what happens when we’re naughty”. “But, but, aren’t they only supposed to be at night?” Chris say as meekly as possible. “Chris, do you want a spanking?! Stop your complaining this minute!” Sarah barks out. “It’s ok Mrs Porcelli”, rising up to look at Sarah, “Chris simply isn’t used to robust consequences of his actions.” Leaning back in to hold Chris, even tighter this time. ”Yes, you’ll be wearing these mittens to bed every night, until, as I said, we can trust you to not go on a frenzy. But you’ll also be wearing them today because I said so. Now I better hear no more complaints from you, because I’ll also be the one feeding you today and you I don’t think you’ll like the asparagus or brussel sprout option” Chris banging his mittened fists on the table again, tries to pull forward and sob again, but is caught by Emily who continues to hush him “Shhhhhh, there’s my good boy, shhh.” She reaches forwards and feels the front of his thick plastic pants and then places two fingers inside the leg band, and looks up at his mother: “I think we’ve got a sad wet boy here in need of a dry diaper.” Sarah nods and purses her lips, still embracing Jack from behind. Victoria, transfixed, realizes she’s still holding an empty coffee cup.

Baby Susie Silky’s Wellness Visit The waiting room of the Blossom Care Wellness Clinic smelled like soft talcum powder, fresh linen, and sweet baby lotion. The walls were painted in soft pastels, decorated with friendly bunnies and smiling suns. It was a safe, welcoming space—one where every visitor came by choice, and where every preference and boundary was discussed openly and honoured fully. Susie Silky sat quietly, her lap full of a soft stuffed rabbit. At thirty-two, she had long since embraced her true self: a sweet, gentle soul who felt most at peace dressed in beautiful, frilly baby-girl clothing, wrapped in soft padding, and cared for with loving authority. She wore exactly what she loved most today: a pale pink chiffon gown that fell in delicate ruffles, sheer frilly pink knickers beneath, lots lace-trimmed layers on the front and rear in typical baby girl fashion, and thick, soft cloth nappies held snug by semi-transparent, gently crinkling plastic pants that whispered softly with every little movement. She wore this every day now—by mutual agreement, because it made her feel safe, beautiful, and right. Even when Clara’s boyfriend visited, she remained dressed this way; it was part of who she was, and he treated her with mocking and amusement, sometimes with added cruelty. Her wife Clara sat beside her, elegant and lovely with long blonde , flowing hair. She reached over and smoothed the ruffle at Susie’s shoulder. “You look absolutely precious, my sweet Susie. Remember—Dr. Elena knows everything we discussed. She knows what you need, what makes you feel… properly little. And you know she’ll tease you just the way you sissies desereve to be treated , with that warm smile, because she understands adult babies needs .” Susie nodded, cheeks pink but eyes bright. “I know. I trust her but … I don't like it when everyone knows the truth. It makes me feel so small and babyish I guess.” At the front desk sat Lila, the very attractive twenty-two-year-old receptionist—bright-eyed, with a warm, lovely smile and soft light brown hair hair that cascaded beautifully. She knew Susie well by now, and greeted her with that cheerful kindness. “Susie Silky panties ! Awww so lovely to see you again sweetie . Go can go right on through now —Dr. Elena and the girls are waiting, and they’ve been looking forward to seeing how pretty you look today.” Clara helped Susie stand, the soft rustle and crinkle of her plastic pants following them down the hallway.Lila let out an invlontry giggle as she caught sight of the frilly pink knickers bugling out from uder the short frilly dress. Inside the exam room waited Dr. Elena Vance—late thirties, poised and attractive, with dark-rimmed glasses and long, dark hair that fell beautifully around her shoulders. Her smile was knowing, warm as her dark brown eyes , and perfectly aware of exactly what Susie needed from this visit. Beside her stood two pretty young nurses, Zoe and Ruby, both bright-eyed and smiling, already comfortable and fond of their sweet little patient. “Ah—there’s our favourite little lady!” Dr. Elena chimed, her voice warm and rich with affectionate amusement. She stepped forward, hands clasped gently. “Susie, you look absolutely adorable today. Those frills, that lovely pink… and oh, I hear that even when your wife’s handsome boyfriend comes to call, you stay dressed just like this? How perfectly darling of you. He must find it utterly charming and amusing .” Susie blushed deeply, staring shyly at her lap, but nodded—her way of saying yes, please keep going. Dr. Elena’s smile widened, gentle and knowing. She turned her gaze to Clara, hands resting lightly on the exam table. “And how are things at home, Clara? Because I believe we have some very interesting details to discuss today—details that Susie specifically asked us not to go over, isn’t that right, little one?” Susie nodded quickly, clutching her rabbit. “Y-yes, Doctor. Please. I don't want everyone to know its embarrassing .” “Oh dear well its alll confdential and only the nurses and i will know apart from Lila who types up all the notes.,” Dr. Elena laughed softly, a warm, musical sound. “ Now then let’s be perfectly open, shall we? Now—tell me all about this lovely new man in your life, Clara. Because from what you’ve told me before, he is…errmm .. substantial, isn’t he? Generously gifted in every way.” Clara laughed openly, glancing at Susie with affectionate amusement. “Oh, absolutely, Doctor. He’s wonderfully well-endowed—quite large, actually. Easily seven inches, and thick with it. Everything about him is built to please.” Zoe and Ruby both giggled softly, covering their mouths politely but clearly delighted. Dr. Elena’s eyes twinkled behind her glasses. “Seven inches! My goodness—no wonder you’re so happy, Clara. And tell me—does he make love to you properly? Does he know exactly how to touch you, how to fill you, how to draw out those lovely, loud little moans we women make when pleasured ? Does he make the bed shake and leave you breathless, crying out his name?” Clara smiled openly, unashamed. “He certainly does. He knows exactly what I need. It’s deep, satisfying, overwhelming pleasure. I make no secret of it—Susie hears everything, and she knows exactly how different it is.” “Ah—there we go!” Dr. Elena chuckled, glancing down at Susie who was now bright red and trembling gently. “And Susie knows, doesn’t she? She knows exactly how wonderful it sounds. Because Clara, tell us—how does that compare to your husband? To Susie, I should say—since we all know the truth now.” Clara’s tone softened, warm and matter-of-fact, not cruel. “It’s no comparison at all, Doctor. Susie's medical condition—micro-penis. Fully grown, and yet… barely two and a half inch even at her absolute best, and far too shy and soft ever to manage anything more. It’s simply not capable of giving me pleasure. Never has been. We’ve accepted it completely.” Dr. Elena nodded solemnly, then smiled gently down at Susie. “And you accept that too, don’t you, sweetie? You know that your little body was made this way—that you are beautifully, wonderfully small, inside and out. That you were meant to be cherished, protected, and dressed up in the prettiest frills and satins, rather than being anything like a big, strong man. Clara’s boyfriend brings Clara the pleasure you simply cannot—and that’s not your fault, it’s just how you are made. And you love hearing them together, don’t you? Hearing Clara cry out with delight, knowing it’s because of him and not you?” Susie whimpered softly, nodding rapidly, eyes glistening but bright red with shame with that familiar, cherished feeling "I have to admit ..Y-yes… Doctor. I love it. I love knowing I’m… too little. That I’m just a sweet baby girl.” “Of course you are,” Dr. Elena laughed warmly, stepping closer to begin her examination. “And look at you—all dressed up in frills and satin and crinkly plastic panties and a nappy , just as you should be. Even when Clara’s big, handsome boyfriend comes over—even when he takes Clara in his arms and fills her completely, making her scream with joy—there you sit, all pretty and pink and helpless, listening to them make love . He probably looks at you, doesn’t he? Smiles that big, knowing smile, and thinks ‘look at this precious little thing—so tiny, so sweet, and completely useless for the things men and women do together.’ Isn’t that right?” Zoe and Ruby giggled softly, shaking their heads in fond amusement as they prepared the exam table. Susie whimpered again, but her voice was soft and eager. “Y-yes… He smiles at me. And he’s so big… everything about him is huge. And I’m just… tiny. Just a baby.” “Exactly a sissy baby ” Dr. Elena murmured, her hands moving gently as she checked Susie’s heartbeat, her tone never unkind but always clear, always truthful—the honesty Susie didnt want to hear but paradxically reinforced his infantalization . “Just a precious little baby girl. And when Clara and her boyfriend are making love—when you hear the bed creaking, when you hear Clara crying out ‘oh yes, so big, so deep, please don’t stop!’—what do you feel, little one? Tell us.” Susie squirmed, the plastic pants rustling loudly. “I feel… silly , small. And happy. Because I know… that’s what Clara deserves. And I can’t give it to her. I’m just… too little. Too babyish.” “Beautifully put,” Dr. Elena said with a soft laugh, checking Susie’s reflexes gently. “And you know what? That is exactly why you wear these lovely pretty clothes every single day. Why you stay in your frills and frills and thick nappies . Because you belong to this world—you belong to bottles and rattles and sweet kisses, not to the heavy, wonderful things that big people do. He comes in, big and strong and well-endowed, and gives your wife everything you physically cannot—and you sit there, all pretty and pink and accepting it, because you understand your place and your new role that as a cuckolded baby girl . Isn’t that wonderfully mature of you?” All three women laughed gently, warm and affectionate, as they continued the examination—checking her height, weight, breathing, reflexes—all the while talking freely, asking Clara question after question. “Tell me, Clara—does he make a lot of noise?” Dr. Elena asked with a mischievous, delighted grin. “When he’s loving you properly, does he groan deeply, tell you how beautiful you are, how perfectly he fills you? Do you both make such lovely, loud sounds that poor little Susie has no choice but to hear every single moment?” Clara laughed,she knew Dr Elana was teasing her husband , glancing at Susie with pure affection. “Absolutely. We don’t hide it. We want her to hear. She loves the sounds—my cries, his deep voice telling me how good I feel. And when we finish, breathless and happy, there she sits—all wide-eyed and pink, knowing exactly what we’ve been doing and exactly how much better it is than anything she could ever manage.We can hear her masterbate in her cot ,these plastic pants make plenty of noise ” Ruby giggled, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “And does he ever speak to her while you’re together? Tell her how tiny she is compared to him?” “Sometimes,” Clara said warmly. “He’ll look over at her, smiling that big, knowing smile, and say ‘see that, little one? This is what a real man looks like what a woman wants . Something you’ll never be or provide .’ And Susie just blushes and nods, because she knows it’s true.” Dr. Elena chuckled richly, tapping Susie’s knee gently. “Hear that, baby? A real man. Big enough, strong enough, generous enough to give your wife everything she deserves. And you—our sweet, tiny, perfect Susie—you simply weren’t made that way. And that is perfectly all right. Because you were made to be loved in a different way. To be dressed, cared for, cooed over, and cherished as the beautiful little girl you truly are.” She leaned in then, her voice dropping to that warm, teasing purr Susie adored. “And you know what helps you relax, don’t you? Whenever you feel that little body of yours trying to respond—poor tiny thing, so helpless and small—just picture it. Picture Clara in his arms. Picture that wonderful, generous thick seven inches sliding deep inside her. Picture Clara arching her back, crying out his name, overwhelmed with pleasure that you simply cannot give her. Doesn’t that help? Doesn’t that make you feel exactly as you should—small, helpless , and perfectly happy to be exactly who you are and turned on by it ?” Susie let out a shaky, happy little sigh, tears pricking her eyes but her heart feeling light and understood. “Y-yes, Doctor… It helps so much. Thank you.” “Good girl,” Dr. Elena smiled warmly, stepping back and giving her shoulder a gentle, affectionate pat. “There’s absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. You are exactly what you were meant to be—a precious, sweet, frilly little baby girl. Clara loves you, her boyfriend treats you as you desrve to be, and you have found exactly the right place in the world. Now—let’s finish up, so our beautiful little patient can go home, put her feet up, and listen to Clara and her handsome man make beautiful music together later this evening. Right shall we get the intimate examination completed ?” Zoe and Ruby giggled in unison, nodding happily. “You’re doing so well, Susie!” Ruby said softly. “Such a brave, sweet girl.” Dr. Elanour finished making her notes, her manner composed and thoroughly professional. As she turned to speak again with Susie and Clara, she gestured briefly toward the devices Lila had brought, explaining their design and purpose in clear, helpful terms. Then she happened to glance over at Susie—standing there modestly in her baby clothes , expression earnest and soft, listening intently to every word. Beside her, Clara stood close and supportive, holding Susie’s hand. Seeing them together, and thinking of the gentle, deeply personal way they had described their hopes for their marriage and intimacy, the quiet warmth and unusual tenderness of their situation struck Lila and the two nurses all at once. ..................................................................................................................... : Examination, Measurements, and Shared Understanding Dr. Elanour speaks gently, her tone calm and respectful: “We’ll begin now, Susie. We’ll remove your clothing gently, and keep you covered where we can—just let us know if anything feels uncomfortable, at any time.” The nurses step forward carefully. Working slowly and respectfully, they first ease down the frilly pink sheer knickers, taking care not to hurry or cause embarrassment, then the soft protective plastic pants, and finally the nappy beneath, their quiet amusement is born only of fondness and good nature. Susie blushes softly but does not look away; Clara gives his hand a quiet squeeze, letting him know she is there, proud and loving. Once Susie is exposed modestly, Dr. Elanour speaks again, her voice warm and knowing, chosen to help Susie feel at ease and respond naturally. “You understand why we are doing this, don’t you?” she says gently. “And you understand what helps you respond… how much you admire Clara’s boyfriend,making your mommy happy .. thinking of him—of how strong and capable he is, and how much he pleases your wife your lovely mommy —makes your heart race, and your body respond. Just imagine him for a moment, if you are willing… imagine him here, with you both, and how much you want to be worthy of standing beside him, and beside your wonderful wife…” Her words are soft, spoken only for Susie’s comfort and to assist the examination, knowing to humiliate may have the desired effect . Susie breathes deeply, and as he allows those thoughts to settle—thoughts he and Clara have spoken of openly, and accepted together—he feels the warmth rise within him, and his body responds naturally and willingly. He is not ashamed; this is something they all understand, something shared and consensual. When he is fully aroused, Dr. Elanour nods gently to Lila. Lila steps forward, a gentle smirk on her face quietly, holding a soft, flexible medical tape measure, and passes it respectfully to Dr. Elanour, her expression professional and calm—though her eyes hold a quiet kindness. ........................................................................................... Clinical Notes, Measurements, and Fitting Guidance Every step remains fully consensual, dignified, and focused on Susie’s comfort and wellbeing. Clara stays close at his side throughout, holding his hand, while Dr. Elanour, Lila, and the nurses conduct the assessment with professionalism Once Susie is gently positioned and modestly draped, Dr. Elanour begins with the resting state first, as agreed. She notes openly and clearly: Dr. Elanour then speaks softly, guiding Susie gently toward arousal—referencing the thoughts about Clara and her lover , the noises and how much pleasure he gives to his wife, helping him respond naturally and without embarrassment. As Susie quickly responds and grows firm and fully erect, she measures carefully along the upper curve, from base to tip, and reads aloud clearly: Once measurements and clinical photographs are complete—all fully anonymised and approved for research only—Dr. Elanour turns her attention to the devices Lila has brought. She speaks clearly to both Susie and Clara:“These extension sheaths are designed as a gentle aid. When slipped carefully over an erect penis, they can add up to two inches of usable length. They fit smoothly over the shaft, stay in place during intimacy, and help provide the extra reach ...penetratation you are hoping for together.” Elana selected one of the standard-sized sheaths and slides it gently over Susie’s arousal to demonstrate. It slips loosely, shifting and sliding rather than holding neatly in place. Dr. Elana pauses immediately, removing it gently so as not to cause discomfort, and speaks up clearly: Lila nods promptly. “Of course, Doctor. I’ll find the snug-fitting ones straight away and bring them through so we can try again.” Dr. Elana turns back to Susie and Clara, her tone reassuring. “We shall find the right fit for you. It is most important that it feels secure but never tight, comfortable to wear, and exactly the right size to help you both. We will take our time—no rush at all.” Finding the Perfect Fit Lila returned only a short while later, carrying a neat, labelled tray of smaller-sized sheaths—each one clearly marked by diameter and length, sorted for ease of reference. She set it down gently on the examination table, her manner once again composed and professional. “Here we are,” she said quietly. “Slim-fit range, three graduated sizes, all designed to hug the shaft closely without constricting.” Dr. Elana nodded her thanks and turned at once to Susie, speaking softly to put him at ease. “We shall take this very slowly, Susie. I shall handle everything gently, and if at any point something feels too tight, uncomfortable, or simply not right—you say so immediately, and we stop. Agreed?” Susie nodded, his cheeks flushed but his voice steady. “Agreed. Thank you.” Clara stood close beside him, her hand resting gently on his shoulder, offering quiet strength and reassurance. Dr. Elana selected the smallest of the range first. She held it warm in her hand for a moment, then lubricated the interior lightly and carefully, before guiding it gently over Susie’s erect penis. She slid it slowly onto the twitching shaft , watching carefully, adjusting with delicate, careful fingers—taking her time, checking how it seated itself, how it hugged the shaft. It drew on smoothly, fitting neatly and snugly from base all the way to tip. There was no pinching, no shifting, no slipping. It held securely, shaping him neatly, and extended just as described—adding a full, graceful two inches beyond his natural length. Dr. Elana ran a finger gently along the join, testing its hold, then gave a quiet, satisfied nod. “Perfect,” she said softly. “This one fits beautifully. Snug, secure, and comfortable—exactly as it should be. It stays in place, adds exactly the length you were hoping for, and will not cause you any discomfort.” She turned then to Clara, her tone clear and helpful. “This is the size you will need. It slips on easily once he is fully aroused, stays firmly in place, and gives you both that extra reach—making intimacy more complete,and hopefully enjoyable for you my dear....you should be able to feel him now and it helps Susie feel confident and more capable Remember always: use it gently, with plenty of lubricant, and remove it carefully afterward. And if either of you ever feels any discomfort—stop, and take it off at once. It is meant to help you both, never to be endured.” Clara leaned in to look, her expression warm and pleased. She reached out, brushing Susie’s cheek gently with her fingers, her eyes soft with love. “You look wonderful,” she whispered. “Not quite perfect as its still very small but much better and the best we could have hoped. I’m so proud of you baby .” Susie blushed deeper, but he smiled too—shy, but happy, standing tall and feeling, for the first time, that he could stand confidently beside his wife, and give her everything they both wished for. Lila stepped forward quietly with a small, sealed box containing the chosen sheath, plus a supply of lubricant and a printed instruction sheet. “Everything you need is here,” she said kindly. “And if you have any questions, or need adjustments, or simply want a different fit—you only have to call. We are here to help you both.” Dr. Elanour looked at Clara calmly, her tone warm and entirely without judgement, as she finished noting down the details of the sheath fitting. Then she asked gently: Clara nodded without hesitation, her voice steady and sure. “I can’t give him up. He makes me feel like a woman in so many ways—not just in bed. It isn’t only that he is well endowed; he knows exactly how to use it. He knows how to please me, how to make me feel desired, fully and completely.” She glanced fondly toward Susie, then continued openly:“Susie and I will still have our sex life too, in our own way. Susie likes it when I take charge, when I hold him and he's inside me, especially after my boyfriend has left. He loves the feeling of knowing something much bigger was there just before… filling me completely. Of course, Susie’s tiny penis slips out easily—that is only to be expected—but that is exactly what he likes. He loves feeling that lingering warmth, that I am still full of my lover… he comes very quickly after, small and gentle and grateful, just happy to be close to me. I think he likes the fact his penis is mixed in with my lover has ejaculated inside me… that is when Susie feels most complete, most loved, most exactly where he belongs.” Dr. Elana listened quietly, her pen hovering over the page, before a soft, warm laugh escaped her lips. Lila and the two nurses standing nearby could not help it either—they began to laugh gently too, but from genuine surprise and fond amusement at how open, how unusual, and how deeply honest their arrangement was. “How very unusual,” Dr. Elana said, still smiling kindly. “But yours is a consensual arrangement, built on knowing exactly what you both need. That is what matters most.” She composed herself, then continued her questions clearly and respectfully, treating their preferences exactly as she would any other clinical detail: “Tell me—within this dynamic, does your lover spank Susie on his bare bottom when he has been naughty? I seem to remember from our last conversation… you mentioned that your husband also likes to use, your worn panties… is that still the case? Clara’s Honest Answers — Recorded Openly and Without Judgement Clara spoke calmly and openly, unashamed and entirely certain in what she said, her hand resting protectively on Susie’s shoulder as he stood beside her, soft and blushing but unafraid. “Yes,” she said clearly. “When Susie has been naughty—when he has been too bold, or too disobedient, or simply needs to remember his place—my lover does spank him, right there on his bare little bottom. He holds him firmly over his knee, and Susie knows he deserves it. He cries soft, quiet tears, and wriggles, but he never truly tries to get away. Afterwards his bottom is pink and warm and stinging, and he stands very quietly, hands folded, feeling small and sorry—and strangely happy. It humbles him, and reminds him who is truly in charge, and who I belong to. He loves that feeling, even if he is too shy to say it aloud.” She paused, then answered the second question just as plainly: “And yes—about the panties. He loves them. He loves wearing them, especailly mine my skimpy white soft satin ones and , against his smooth skin. He asks me for the ones I have worn all day, warm and carrying my scent. He slips them on or holds them close to his face , breathing deeply, feeling me still there. And yes—he uses them too. He holds them to himself, because they carry my warmth and mine and my lover’s ....cum stains warmth. It makes him feel close to us both, in the most intimate way possible. He feels that he is taking something of us into himself… something that belongs to me, and to my lover.” Dr. Elana wrote every word down neatly and steadily, her expression calm and professional, though her lips still held a faint, knowing smile. Lila and the nurses stood listening, their eyes wide but kind, quietly laughing with mock "awww poor baby"—but listening and recognising that this was simply the way these two loved and understood one another, in their own quiet, unusual way. Dr. Elana looked up from her notes, meeting Clara’s eyes. “Thank you for being so honest with me, Clara,” she said gently. “And thank you, Susie, for being so open too. None of this is harmful—none of it is wrong—so long as you all understand it, want it, and consent to it fully. It is an unusual arrangement, yes, but it brings you both peace and happiness. That is what matters most.” She closed her notebook gently. “Use the sheath we have found for you, when you choose to be together. Be kind to one another. Be safe. And if ever you need advice, or help, or simply someone who understands—you know where to find us. We shall keep all your notes private, of course.The phtos shall remain anonymous but may end up being published ,micro penis isn't that common ,only affecting around 1% pf the adult male population Everything you have told me today remains within these walls.” Dr. Elana gave one final, gentle smile. “You have both been wonderful today. Oh and please remember—this penis extender sheath is only a tool. Your love, your trust, and your understanding are what truly matter. Go now, and be happy.”

Roots of a Secret Gerald’s sissy and adult-baby desires ran far deeper than any passing fancy—buried so deep they felt like part of who he’d always been. They had taken root in his early teens, when he first found himself drawn to soft fabrics, frills, womens panties and later the quiet, comforting shape of baby things. By his university years, he was wearing nappies beneath his clothes, the crinkle of plastic pants a secret lullaby only he could hear,or so e thought and he’d long since learned how to source frilly baby-girl knickers and satin garments in sizes made just for grown-ups who longed to be small. Romance had never gone well. Girlfriends would come close, see him bare, and then pull away—amused, disappointed, or outright cruel. One ex-girlfriend, the first to see him fully naked and aroused, had burst out laughing, staring at him and shaking her head. “That’s it? That’s all? You’re far too small—no one would ever feel anything.” That night, she’d told her friends. Soon the nickname stuck: “Babydick.” It stung, yet somehow it also twisted inside him and woke something alive. A girl from her circle even left a folded nappy tied to his dorm room door, a cruel joke—and Gerald had taken it inside, smoothed it out, and hidden it away, ashamed and thrilled all at once. Years passed before he met Eleanor at a work function. Tall, slender, poised, with that long flowing dark hair and warm, knowing dark brown eyes, she’d seemed like everything he was not—confident, substantial, fully grown. They married, and for a time he kept his world locked away. But the longing grew too strong, and one evening he laid it all before her: his hidden collection, neatly folded—thick cloth nappies, clear crinkly plastic pants, sheer babydoll nighties edged in lace, frilly knickers and satin panties in pale pink, cream, and white, even a few little girl’s dresses, all custom-made by a seamstress who never asked questions. Eleanor was stunned. She stood silent for a long time, turning a satin garment over in her hands, before she sat beside him and said, simply, “It doesn’t hurt anyone, does it? You’re not hurting me,I suppose but you should have told me before we got married ,but I would have expected some honesty please don't keep things from me” In time, she came to see it as just another part of him—odd, yes, harmless, and even something she could play with. Sometimes she would dress him herself, and when they were intimate, he would lie there soft and vulnerable in frills and nappies, feeling loved and safe even as she teased him. She derived little physical satisfaction from their lovemaking penetrative sex was quite uselss —and he knew that unless he was giving her oral sex it was the only time she responded with soft moans of pleasure ,—but she delighted in how easily he melted under her hands. She would rub her palms over his padded, rustling bottom, cooing in baby-talk that made his face burn and his breath catch when he was inside her.The crinkle of his plastic pants rubbing against the frilly baby knickers was emasucalating but comforting. p “My sweet baby girl,” she would murmur, smoothing the lace and chiffon of his nigtie over his chest. “Trying so hard to make love to his Mummy with his tiny, wee-wee thing… so sweet, so useless…” And it did excite him—terribly. Once, as she held him during sexual intercourse , she sighed and said, half-mocking, half-truthful: “I do wish you were bigger, darling. I wish you had a nice, thick, long cock like all my old boyfriends—something I could really feel ” Gerald groaned aloud—as she had her legs over his shoulders her toes pointing at he ceiling where she was now staring. He pumped his tiny organ in and out of her faster and faster this postion she favoured for maximum pentration ,despite this he contantly slipped right out of her slickness causing her to giggle "aww baby poor you " . instantly she sensed he cumming ,he little penis spasmed injecting his "creamies" as his wife now refferred to it, he let out a muffled moan his head burried in her long dark brown hair , helplessly spent but betraying another of his secrets. Eleanor laughed, low and throaty, stroking his padded knickered bottom slowly running her hands up his short sheer nightie onto his damp cheek. “Oh? Did you like that? Does the thought of me with a proper-sized man make you tremble and come so quickly baby ?” Flushed and shivering,lost in the moment he confessed—everything. The fantasies he’d carried for years: her in someone else’s arms, being filled completely, crying out with pleasure he could never give her. He told her he imagined her with men who were larger, stronger, well-endowed, and that the thought of her in bed together left him burning with shame and longing. Eleanor listened, thoughtful, staring into his tearful eyes and then she kissed his forehead. “We’ll see, my sweet baby. We’ll see ...we can talk about but no promisses but to be honest it sounds quite exciting .” The Babysitter and the New Routine Enter Lacey—nineteen years old ,mature for her young age bright and lovely, with long blonde hair and a sweet, cherubic face that hid a sharp, playful streak. She came to sit with Gerald whenever Eleanor went out with her freinds , and it fell to her to tend to him: to change his nappies, put him in his plastic pants and frilly panties , brush his hair into soft styles Eleanor liked—longer now, falling in soft waves—and tie ribbons around his pigtails. The first time Lacey changed him, she stared at the soft less than one inch sized penis . She had never seen an adult man so small down there. “Oh my,” she’d said, voice soft with genuine shock blushing slightly , then laughter. “Why, it’s barely there! It’s smaller than my little cousin’s—and he’s only two! You are really very tiny ,... I guess just a baby, aren’t you ,you dont even have any hair down there does your mommy shave it for you ?” From then on, she took to dressing him in the most humiliatingly frilly things she could find—pale pink sheer nylon babydoll nighties dripping with lace, matching frilly knickers covered in layers of lace on the front and rear , plastic lined that rustled and whispered, and the thickest, bulkiest cloth nappies secured with pink headed safety pins .Lacey often held out each item up to the light but made a point of shaking the tight clear plastic pants that crinkled loudly with every step. She would tie satin ribbons in his hair, pinch his blushing cheeks, and talk to him exactly as one would speak to a toddler—high, sing-song, dripping with mock-endearment. He hated it. He ached for it. Eleanor’s Date It was inevitable. Eleanor was beautiful, charming, and outgoing—men noticed her. One evening while out with friends, she caught the eye of Marcus—tall, broad-shouldered, handsome in a way that commanded attention, warm and easy to talk to. They hit it off instantly.She didn't say anthing to Gerald until the afternoon of their third date." I have met a nice man baby and we are meeting again tonight .You will be in your cot a little earlier tonight just incase I decide to invite back after " . Gerald's intial reaction was shock but the thought of her on a date with someone gave him an instant erection.He had a hundread questions but thought better than to ask .Elanour was treating him more and more as her baby girl and "babies don't ask questions" . Over dinner, she told Markus everything—about her husband, about Gerald’s nursery life, his clothes, his preferences, and, with a frankness that made them both laugh, about his size. “He’s sweet,thats why I love im so much ” she said, swirling her wine, “but he’s terribly small. Barely three inches, even when he’s trying his best. I’ve never once felt him. And he knows it—poor thing.” Marcus chuckled. “And you think I’ll mind?” “I’m telling you because I want you to know what you’re walking into,” she said, meeting his gaze. “And for the record—you’re not exactly hard to miss. I’ve seen the way you carry yourself. I can guess you are certainly well packaged.” He laughed outright. “Then let me confirm it for you: I’m eight inches, and its quite thick. You’ll feel every inch hun.” Eleanor’s breath caught. She smiled, slow and bright. “ Good grief well I hope you are careful you might need to take it slowly so I get used to it . I expect you’ll meet my husband—or my baby girl—sooner or later. I call him Daisy now. It suits him.” The following week, Eleanor went shopping. She bought herself exquisite white silk underwear—delicate lace-trimmed bra, skimpy bikini panties, sheer stockings, and a suspender belt. She found a sleek black dress that clung to every curve, had her hair styled, her makeup done, and felt younger, bolder, than she had in years. She called Lacey early that afternoon. “Get Daisy ready for bed a little earlier tonight please ,” Eleanor instructed, her voice bright and excited. “Full works, nappy, new frilly knickers on the chest of drawers ,his frilliest pink nightie, ribbons in his hair, tucked into his cot. I’ll most likely be late—and I won’t be alone when I return, Marcus is coming home with me. He’s staying over. Daisy is aware but dosn't know all the details.” The Nursery at Night Lacey did as she was told. She bathed Gerald, powdered him soft and sweet, pinned him into a thick, bulky cloth nappy that pushed his legs apart, pulled on the clear thin crinkling plastic pants, and slipped over him a sheer pink nylon babydoll that barely covered him, lace frills brushing his padded hips. She tied two pink satin ribbons into his hair, stood back, and smiled. "Oh I almost forgot the panties baby" Lacy collected the frilly baby knickers from top of the chest of drawers she held them up smiling and giggling then smoothed the soft pale pink fabric over Daisy’s legs, careful and gentle as she helped him into the delicate knickers his wife had chosen especailly . They were sweetly made: pale pink sheer nylon edged with layers of fine pink lace at front and back, with narrow satin ribbons at the high waist, soft and light against his skin over his nappy and plastic waterproof pants. The elastic fastened neatly, settling comfortably in place with a soft, quiet rustle as he shifted. "There we go," Lacy said warmly,snapping the leg openings of the elastic then stepping back to admire how sweet and put-together he looked. "Just as she asked—looking lovely and cared for. Everything fits comfortably?" Daisy nodded, his expression calm and content. He’d talked it all through with his wife many times, and with Lacy too—every part of their arrangement was something they’d all agreed to freely. He knew she was bringing Marcus home tonight, that this was something she’d shared openly, and that he was fully welcome to feel exactly how he felt, safe and anxious and humilaited in his own infantalised role and place. Lacy sat beside him, her tone steady and kind for the moment. "You know how things stand. Whatever the evening brings, your feelings matter just as much as anyone else’s. If you’d rather be somewhere else, or want me to stay here in your nursery close, or anything at all—you only have to say. No one expects anything from you that you haven’t already agreed to willingly." "I know," Daisy said quietly. "I’m happy for her. She deserves happiness, and this way we all know where we stand. I’m glad you’re here with me too I dont want to be alone in here please stay ...not yet ." "That’s exactly why I’m here," Lacy told him gently. "To keep you company, to keep you safe, and to make sure you never feel overlooked or unvalued—no matter what else is going on in the next room. Whatever happens this evening,what ever you hear you’re not an afterthought. You’re part of this, and your comfort matters just as much as hers or Marcus’s. Dont be shocked if you hear lots of grown up noises coming from your wifes bedroom ,she will be enjoying herself with him its what she wants and needs, I guess and so do you from what I understand .Your need is to be treated as a baby girl and for another man to take care of your wife's sexual needs . " He smiled then, reassured and at ease. They’d built this arrangement on talking, listening, and respecting one another’s boundaries—and that, more than anything else, was what made it work. “Perfect,” she whispered, patting the thick chiffon padded crotch so it crinkled loudly. “Pretty little Daisy. All ready to watch Mummy bring home a real man ,eh they might even let you watch your wife said that kind of thing excites you.” He was flushed, trembling, his heart hammering so hard he could feel it against the lace. He heard the car pull up outside a few hours later, voices—Eleanor’s, bright and laughing, and a deeper, richer tone that made his stomach twist. Then footsteps into the house, gigling faint conversations then after what seemed no more than temn minutes footsteps climbing the stairs, slow and deliberate. The door opened. Eleanor stood there, radiant, Marcus beside her— tall ,broad, strong, handsome, his arm resting around her waist. He looked around the room, at the pastel walls, the crib, and then at Gerald, laying on his back ,small and wide-eyed, ribbons in his hair, bulging frilled baby pink knickers ,plastic pants and nappy prominent beneath frills of his short pink nightie. “There he is,” Eleanor said, smiling. “My baby girl... Daisy.” Marcus stepped closer, looked down—and smiled, with unmistakable amusement. “Good heavens. He really is a sissy , is he really as tiny as you said ?” “Show him, Lacey,” Eleanor said calmly smiling . Lacey stepped forward, crouching over the cot and before Gerald could squirm away, she pulled up the hem of his nightie,placed her thumb and fingers into the waistband and pulled his frily pink knickers to his ankles along with the plastic pants that rustled loud.Lacey quickly unclipped the nappy pins and peeled the cloth terry babric open which was already wet with urine. Gerald whimpered, covering his face, then quickly to his genitals but not before they all saw it—his manhood, shrunken hairless and babyish looking , barely visible only the head of his penis on show the shaft was non existant , Elanour was the fist to snigger followed by Markus then Lacey , the laughter and humiliation causing his penis to swell. He felt a mixture of shame ,embarressement helplessnes and excitement. His tiny dick rising to a pathetic, ridiculous little peak of under three inches . “Look at that,” Marcus said, leaning in laughing hard , his voice incredulous. “It’s fucking precious. It’s like a button. A sweet little baby button. You really expect anyone to feel that you fucking sissy, jeez what a loser ?” Eleanor laughed, running a hand down Marcus’s chest. “That’s exactly what I tell him. He knows he can’t do much with it . He knows only a man like you can give me what I need.” She turned to Gerald, eyes gleaming. “See him, Daisy? See how big he is? Yes baby ...Eight inches, my sweet baby. Thick, too. He’s going to fill me completely. You’ll hear us. You’ll know exactly what I’m getting—and exactly what you never, ever could.” Lacey’s hand rested over the front of his soggy nappy she took out a fresh clean one then began to wipe his genatalia with a wet wipe and sprinkled talc around his crotch , the smell masking the smell of his urine.Lacy refastened the nappy and she rubbed it slowly, deliberately, smiling as she felt that tiny, useless hardness beneath. “Poor Daisy,” she murmured, so only he could hear. “ Are you getting all excited about your Mummy get what she deserves. Now lets get your plastic panties and frilly knickers back in place baby. Aww aren’t you the tiniest, saddest little thing?” What Gerald Hear Elanour leaned into the cot ,her long dark hair brushing his face as she reached in to gently kiss him on the forhead " night night Daisy try and get some sleep we will try and be quiet as possible babies need their rest ". They left him then,he watched his wifes pert bottom in the sexy clinging dress, the visible pantie line making his penis twtich. The door left ajar, Markus followed to Eleanor’s bedroom across the hall. Gerald and Lacy watched and heard it all ,she held his hand to comfort him. He watced as he saw his wife step out of er dress ,standing here in her sexy white satin panties and bra, he saw Markus slide down his boxers his long thick shaft springing out causing an involutary gasp from his wife. The rustle of silk, kissing and soft moans .He watched as Elanour took her lovers hand dragging him on top of the bed , the noise of the matress began to squeek under the exra weight , then Eleanor’s breath catching,as she reached between his legs and grabbed his hardness guiding it to her wet entrance, a long, soft sigh that turned into a gasp as he slowly put the first few inches into her. He heard Marcus’s low voice, murmuring things that made Eleanor laugh, then her breath hitched sharply, and she cried out—loud, clear, and utterly delighted.Through the dim light in the crack of the open door he had an unobstrcucted view . “Yes—oh hh arggggh ...God, jeez that feels very big please be careful ... yes—oh fuck slower ,slower .. god yesss that feels soo good ohhhh..aaghh Markus woww ” "Oh hun you okay... you feel very tight .I promiss to be careful ,almost all the way now babe". The sounds that followed tore through him: After several minutes the tempo increased , flesh meeting flesh, rhythmic and deep, the bedstead creaking, and Marcus’s low groans, followed by Eleanor’s cries—sharp, and uninhibited, pleasure so raw and loud it filled the house. He heard her say his name, “Marcus—Marcus, it’s so big—you’re stretching me—please—don’t stop—” and then she began crying ,feelings of pleasure she thought were a distant memory , her tight vagina gribbed his girth the fritction and sensation causing the depths of her vulva to throb , over and over, her long slender legs wrapped tight around his back, her voice breaking into sobs of pure, overwhelming pleasure. “I can feel you everywhere—you fill me so completely—oh, yes—yes—so deep " Gerald lay trembling in his crib, Lacey’s hand still resting lightly over his frilly knickers gently rubbing him , watching him, smiling, as his own tiny erection ached and throbbed in the confnes of his nappy , useless and inadequate, a pitiful hardening against the thick padding. He watched from his crib ,listened to the woman he loved being taken apart and put back together by a man who could give her everything he could not—size, depth, satisfaction, pleasure that made her scream and cling and beg for more. He heard the wet, heavy sounds of their joining, the groans, the cries, the way Eleanor sobbed his name and arched into him,being stretched so wide and deep and then—finally—they climaxed together, one long, shuddering roar of pleasure that left the room silent at last, save for their ragged breathing. Lacey leaned in, kissed his hot, damp forehead, and rubbed gently his baby knickers faster the noise rustling , making him gasp and come, hard and helpless, spilling into his nappy with a whimper that was lost beneath the quiet from across the hall. “There, there, Daisy,” she crooned, patting his crinkling padding dry. “Good little babies don’t cry when Mummy finds a proper man to love. You just lie there, all soft and sweet, and remember… he’s big enough to make her happy. And you? You’re just her pretty little baby girl.” And as Gerald lay there, spent and shivering and damp, he knew, with absolute certainty, that nothing would ever be the same again. Eleanor had found her match. And he had found his place—small, frilly, and utterly, hopelessly, happily theirs.