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Hi everyone! This is a short sci-fi story we wrote. Only three chapters long. We wanted this story to feel very “one or the other”, so we only use two colors to denote perspective. Other characters don’t have their own color. We hope this isn’t too confusing. Enjoy! Complete PDF and ePub versions are - as always - available on our Patreon, along with 44 chapters of a new story called Under New management that we have been working on. ------------------------------------------------------ Binary Stars By Sophie & Pudding Premise: Two people named Charlie arrive on a cargo ship at the same time, but their name is all they have in common. After realizing that the ship’s manifest prepared for only one Charlie, the two conflicting personalities must quickly learn to live with each other. Disclaimers: diapers, wetting, dark Chapter One: Charlie I didn't like space all that much. It was scary! One torpedo to the hull and voop!... we all freeze to death. Even the thought of it brought tears to my eyes. So maybe joining an AL9 cargo crew was a mistake... The light faded around me and the transport room came into view. Two techs in brown coats, with pulse-shields on their hips. But they had nothing to worry about - I wasn't armed. Or maybe they were worried about the other person on the transport pad: a young woman with long blonde hair. She was dressed in the same on-board uniform everyone wore on the Parsell station. I had hoped I'd seen the last of them... "Name and moniker, please," the tech asked me. Or maybe he asked her. I stammered out my answer. "Parsell, AT105. Charlie." The woman beside me gave me a sharp look. Almost angry. Maybe I shouldn't have gone first... "Parsell, AT242," she said with confidence, her arms crossed over her chest. "Also Charlie." "You have the same name?" the tech asked. I mean, he had every right to be surprised. I was a guy; she was a girl. "Do you two know each other?" "Uhh..." I looked at the other Charlie with an ounce of curiosity. But I would remember someone like her: confident and capable. She had a very powerful... aura. "N-no Sir. Um. The Parcell is a pretty big station, so..." And I was remarkably anti-social. "Can we get down to brass tacks, please? I've got a duty roster to update, a training schedule to put together, and an Engineering team to whip into shape." The technician looked at me, took a shallow breath in, and muttered something under his breath. "What was that?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, and he shook his head, pretending like he didn't say anything at all. And that pissed me off! "That's what I thought you said. My file's all in order, so if you can just sign off and let me get to work." "Actually," he said, looking up at me, and then at the shrimp beside me, "you two seem to have the same work assignment." I blinked. "Wait, what? I... I'm not an officer. I don't have training in... uh... people or..." I felt anxiety well up in my chest. My fingertips started to pick at each other. "I think this is a misunderstanding..." If it was a Council ship full of bureaucrats, we could stay in this transportation room for hours figuring it out. But cargo ships didn't have a lot of time for misunderstandings. Time was money. "You're both cleared for Engineering," the other tech told us. "...but..." "Alright, I'm sure whatever pencil pusher on Epsilon was thinking when he assigned postings thought he knew what he was doing. Maybe you can scrub the power relays or something, I'm sure I can find a use for you." "Actually, he's assigned for the same role as you—” The technician began to correct me, and I sighed and pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose. Glasses were something I could have had a correction done for, but I liked the air of superiority they gave me. And the lenses created a form of division between other people and myself, which made for a less approachable demeanor. I liked that. "You manage the teleporters, Ensign…” I looked closer at his badge, "Rand. And try not to turn people inside-out. You let me worry about Engineering. C'mon, short stack." "I... uh..." Other Charlie left the transporter room and I hurried after her. She wasn't that much taller than me... maybe three or four inches. She didn't have to tease me like that. "Obviously this is just a clerical mistake," I told her as she led the way around the ship like she knew where she was going. She never stopped to look at a map even once! "Someone saw 'Charlie' on the manifest and just rolled us together. But maybe if I talk to someone..." "If it's a mistake, then they'll come for you and give you a proper assignment. Until then, you're assigned to Engineering and that means I own you. You can feel that, right? The warbling in the inertial dampeners? Whoever's been butchering the thrust vectors on this ship is gonna have to answer to me - maybe we can blow them out of the airlock, huh, short stack?" He went whiter than he already was, and I ruffled his short pixie-cut hair. "Oh my god, crewman, lighten up. I'm just fucking around." "R-right... right..." She was a few steps ahead when I had the courage to follow. I had no idea what she was talking about with the dampeners. I wasn't that great at engineering or spaceships or even space in general. Honestly, I wasn't that great at anything. It was a miracle that the cargo ship even brought me aboard. Maybe that was another clerical error, I thought self-depreciatively as I followed Other Charlie toward a security console. "Um... we should change out of our uniforms. It could get confusing..." Parcell station uniforms were blue and extremely obvious. I didn't want to stand out any more than I needed to. "That's true; you're wearing Command Insignia and I think you'd just about wet your pants if anybody asked you for orders, right? My quarters assignment is 18-22-E-L. Do you know yours?" It should have been a simple question for him to say yes to, but he'd so far proven to be pretty damn helpless. "I..." I thought I knew it. But maybe I didn't? I bit my lip and looked away from Other Charlie. "L-lemme check the console, to be sure." The security consoles were pretty simple: they kept certain people out of certain areas. They also had a registry of rooms in case you needed to find someone. I searched my number and sure enough. 18-22-E-L. "I guess they messed up my room, too..." Well fuck. I sighed and pushed my glasses up, letting out a long and annoyed exhale to center myself. So this kid (with a baby face like his, I had my doubts he was even an adult) came in on my transport, got assigned to my job, and now thinks he's sharing a room with me? "Someone in Epsilon fucking hates me, clearly. I bet it's the Admiral, lecherous old prick. Okay, fine, whatever, let's get to our room and get you out of the uniform before someone says 'hello' and you have a damn panic attack." I wanted to tell her that wasn't very nice, or that she didn't need to act so callously, but I froze up at the sight of her. Her energy was stifling; it was hard to stand up for anything, let alone myself. She led me down the corridor to the lower decks in Section E. All the while, I reminded myself that this could never happen on any other spaceship. Cargo ships in particular used first names only and referential monikers. This allowed some... less legitimate individuals to find work and travel. A necessary evil in a near-utopia. Without loopholes, things get knotted a little too easily. "You have got to be kidding me." He had barely come into the quarters, instead of just kind of stood there looking like a lost little puppy inside the door. It was bad enough that we only had the one bed, but worse than that... "There's only a single allocation of replicator requisition." Which meant only a fixed amount of items we could requisition, and that included uniforms. I looked him up and down. Shorter than me, yes, but a little softer, lither… he could probably wear most of what would fit me; they'd just look a bit bigger on him. And it would take weeks to get him reassigned to his own damn room, too, if he was even meant to be here... "Sorry," I muttered. I knew it wasn't my fault, but all this trouble I was causing her... it weighed heavily in my chest. I looked down at my feet and played with my fingertips. I should talk to someone... but who would I talk to? What if they kicked me off the ship? What if this Charlie was the only Charlie they wanted? Oh, I didn't feel so well... "It's not your fault they fucked up, short stack," I hoped, for his sake, it wasn’t his fault. I punched in a requisition for two uniforms for me, and one set of rank cuffs in Command and one in Ensign. I didn't know his rank, but it couldn't have been high - Ensign was generous, to be fair. The machine cabinet hummed, and I began to strip off out of my old uniform, only distracted by a faint cough from Charlie as he tried to avert his eyes. "Get undressed, Ensign, we've got duty to attend to. I'm going to loan you a uniform but by this time tomorrow I want to see your report receipt about this error, understood? Maybe today you can show me why I ought to keep you around." "I... uh..." Other Charlie unzipped her shirt and pulled it off like I wasn't even in the room. Beneath, she had a regulation sports bra in a light grey material. Then she pulled down her pants and I spun around my heel. My cheeks were on fire. What was she thinking?! There's a guy in the room with her! "I... I can wait until you're done." "No you can not, if you expect to stay in my Engineering, you will not ever think it's okay to take your time, to dally, to saunter, mosey, or anything else of the sort. Get your clothes off, Ensign, don't make me tell you again. Best we know, the Captain of this crate might just write you off and blow you into space, so it's best to keep your head down." It was hard not to stare at her. A pair of tight-fitting panties matched her bra. Her body was thin and shaped. Toned, maybe? She seemed... strong. I fumbled with my shirt, but I didn't take off my pants. Maybe if she dressed first, she would leave and I could finish changing. "Ensign, if I get done before you, I am going to dress you myself and I promise it will not be pretty." Although he kind of was, in that androgynously chapstick kind of way. The little compartment went bing and lit up green to let the both of us know that the uniforms were ready. I slipped down out of my panties and kicked them off, then turned away to open the compartment. Okay, I was officially out of my comfort zone. I didn't want to strip naked in front of this woman! And I didn't want to see my commanding officer naked from the waist down! Or, I guess I sort of did, because my body reacted in a very... pleasing way. But my mind raced with anxiety and shame. Pervert. Fuck, why am I such a pervert?! I was struggling to keep my breathing even, and I still hadn't taken off my pants. I pulled the pair of new uniform underpants up my thighs, followed by the tight fitting (and a little bit sexist) spandex pants that caught and outlined every single curve of my lower half. When I looked over my shoulder at Charlie, still there in his pants and gawking at me, I had to swallow a little bit of rage. "If you're going to act like such a baby, Charlie, I'll make sure you're treated like one. Now hurry the fuck up and get those pants off." I didn't want to disappoint her. I didn't want to get kicked off this ship! So I slid my pants down to my ankles and stepped out of them, covering the front of my underwear with my hands, both to hide my embarrassment and a struggling erection. "C-can... y-you pass me... umm..." She was on the other side of the room with my uniform and it looked like I was about to break down into tears at any minute. "Can I what?" I asked in annoyance, pulling the tight fitting top over my chest to peek my head thru, and when I looked at him all I could see was a whimpering little infant pretending to be a man. Ugh. Men. What the actual fuck? I did my best to keep it cool and calm and collected, to understand that this young man was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. But he was jeopardizing my career, he was invading my room, I was sharing my uniform rations with him, and he was just... beyond useless. Like holy fuck. A painting might have accomplished more, by covering a blemish on the wall. So when I marched over to him, double step, it was to put my arms under his arms, pick him up, and yeet him into the bed in frustration. "Can't you do anything yourself, Charlie?" [Author notes:] Sophie: You can’t use “yeet” as a verb in a sci-fi story Pudding: It's adopted into the English Language by this time Pudding: It's actually called a "Hyperspace Yeet" when you jump faster than light [/notes] I yelped in surprise as she threw me onto the bed, and I bounced just enough to hit my head on the headboard. I raised my hands to rub the bump, forgetting about the straining underwear. "Wow. Is this how you're going to be in my Engineering Deck, Charlie? Walking around with... what is that, half a boner?" Some girls say size doesn't matter. Those girls don't work on rocket engines all day. "You're really shameful, you know that?" It got worse, though, because when I went to strip him of his underwear to get him dressed, something very awful happened. He shivered, and groaned, and clutched the bedsheets... and shot his load right into his underwear. My shame was overwhelming. It pressed down on my heart and my brain. It made every part of me ache, as each muscle in my body came down from the orgasm. I hadn't meant to! I... I don't know what happened! She was just so forceful, and it had been a while, and then her fingers in the waistband of my underwear, and... and... and I started to cry. To really cry. Tears dripped down my cheeks and I sniffled like a child. "I'm sorry... I... I didn't mean it... I'm sorry..." "I don't really have room for babies in my crew, Charlie. I think I'm just gonna have to tell the Captain and let him deal with you." Honestly, I was just done with this. The sobbing boy took my sleeve though and started to blubber, shaking his head and saying something or other about 'please don't'. But what was I supposed to do? "I can't have you in Engineering, Charlie; you're going to make the women there uncomfortable if you're constantly pitching a tent, and then the moment one of them gets close to you, you just explode like an anti-matter reaction? I don't think I can salvage you, not unless..." I could put him in an EVA suit? Right? But that would waste so fucking much of my requisition. Ideally he would wear my uniforms so I didn't have to waste them. But if he shot his load all over them they'd be wasted anyway, because I wasn't going to wear them after that. What he needed was some kind of... desensitizing, thickly layered, single use underwear… I watched Charlie make her way over to the requisition box and type something in. I sat on my knees, sobbing openly, in nothing but cum-soaked underwear. I didn't know what I was going to do. If she tattled, I'd be off this ship in a heartbeat. Suddenly, there was no doubt in my mind that being here was a mistake. I didn't belong. No matter how many times I wiped my eyes, fresh tears filled them. "Lay down. On your back." I barked at him, pointing firmly. Actually seeing him sobbing like that, whimpering, it was... well, I didn't want to say it was hot because I was still pretty pissed off at all of this, but there was definitely the early signs of a warp core breach in my loins. He laid down, he did what he was told, and I stood with my arms crossed waiting for the little bin light to go green. This would help. And if he said no, I'd make it part of his uniform. I looked up at the ceiling and kept wiping away my tears. Finally, as a tiny ding rang through the room, they were beginning to cease. I felt so pathetic. I felt so useless. Maybe I was pathetic and useless. Maybe I wasn't good for anything... When I felt her fingers in my waistband again, I shivered. A sexual feeling. But my shame was too much right now. Again, I had to apologize. "S-sorry..." "The only words I want to hear out of your mouth right now are ‘Yes Commander’ and nothing else. Am I clear, Charlie?" I'd never done this before. I mean, I'd undressed boys before; I had a healthy sexual appetite for all the flavors of the gender rainbow. And it wasn't even the fact that his underwear were gummy with cum that annoyed me - it was his inability to control himself. With the garment on the bed, though, what I was about to dress him in, that wouldn't be a problem anymore. I didn't have a choice, did I? If I argued with her, she would tell the Captain. I'd be off this ship before we left the dock. And if I tried to fight her, she would yell at me again. I'd cry again. If I was a good boy, if I did what she said... maybe I could redeem myself. "Y-yes Commander..." I picked his legs up by his ankles and I lifted his ass up off the bed, sliding something soft and padded beneath his ass before I set his whole weight back down on it. Thick and desensitizing, that was the point. Absorbent, too. I pulled it between his legs, forcing his thighs apart, and I drew each side of the garment around to secure it in front. The nanite fasteners were programmed to my command ID, so they wouldn't let go without my say so. With one hand I rubbed on the front of the undergarment - the diaper, let's call it what it was - and nodded in satisfaction. "This is officially part of your uniform now, Charlie, it's going to protect the crew from your impulses, and protect you from more... unpleasant accidents. And hopefully that means you won't have to leave the ship, okay?" My tone had gotten softer - just a little, not entirely, but his responses would determine my demeanor. I looked down at my waist - at the light purple diaper covering it - and felt a fresh heat on my cheeks. I blushed so deeply I wasn't sure I'd ever stop blushing. I opened my mouth to argue with Charlie, but she gave me a stern look. A sharp glare. A glare that reminded me of the first time I met her on the transporter platform. I swallowed my words and looked away. This was ridiculous... "I asked you a question, Charlie." And he knew there was only going to be one appropriate answer too, because I gave him those words as the only ones he was allowed to use. The diaper was thicker than I'd thought, but I wanted him nicely desensitized, and this seemed to be what the computer had calculated for this need. With my uniform pants it was going to be really obvious what he was wearing. I guess I could requisition a uniform dress... "Yes, Commander," I said so quietly that I was sure she didn't hear it. But she patted me on the head and ran her fingers through my hair. "That's a good boy." A good boy. I felt a heat in my chest, but it wasn't anxiety or fear. It felt like... pride. I looked up at her shyly as she walked away, toward the replicator. I took the moment to look down at the diaper. Purple. Thick. And strangely infantile. I wasn't a very big guy, and it made me feel even smaller. Weaker. Helpless. A fresh blush came to my cheeks. "You've been good and done what you've been ordered, so I'm going to splurge a little bit and help you with your dignity for when you meet the crew for the first time." And you know, I shouldn't have really, because there was no way I was ever going to wear this uniform again, but Charlie was going to be in diapers until I trusted him not to be and that could have been a long time. Pragmatically, this made the most sense. "Stand up." I had in my hands, a uniform dress. Similar in coloration and style to the uniforms for our division, the dress hem should have been just long enough to cover his diaper, and not bulge like the pants would. I climbed to my feet shakily and looked up at Charlie. For some reason, that three to four inch difference seemed a lot more important now. But as she unfurled my new uniform and I saw what it was, my blushing cheeks went a stark white. "I can't wear that! That's a girl's uniform!" And not a 'women's' uniform, like Charlie's. No, it was a uniform meant for underage female staff, who would often volunteer if their parents were on duty. It looked good on ship-training applications. I slapped his cheek. Not every ship allowed for corporal punishment, but I took my chances on this one based on the age of the vessel and unglamorous nature of the cargo. And also that Charlie wasn't man enough to speak up anyway, lest he be spaced from the airlock at the Captain’s behest. "I told you, Charlie, you say 'Yes Commander' or nothing at all. I know your emotions are high right now, this is a new posting with lots of new stressors and adjustments, but I will not overlook further insubordination. Am I clear?" Fresh tears welled up in my eyes and I nodded my head. My cheek stung like a flame on my skin and it took all my willpower to hold back my tears. I... I didn't have a choice. I had to do what she said. "Y-yes, Commander..." There were a few problems when I pulled the dress over his bare chest. The first was a simple one of dress code: a uniform dress required a uniform hair bow. I'd have to replicate one of those, which was going to cost me even more requisition. The second issue, though, was that on his very flat chest, without the lines of even a sports bra, the dress just didn't sit quite right. More requisition. I sighed, pushing up my glasses. "You're going to work your little diapered ass off when we get down to Engineering, Charlie. I better be able to say to my crew that they should be more like you, based on the quality of your work." Hairbow. Bra. Shoes, too, ugh. What was he, about a Space Regulation 5? Same as me, at least, so those wouldn't be a waste, although the dress regulation for his uniform called for patent finish for the shoes. Tears silently dripped down my cheeks as she clipped the red bow in my hair - matching my dress - and started to fit me with a padded training bra. I wasn't a girl! I wasn't! But every moment of self-assurance was squashed by Charlie manhandling me. In the end, after my feet were buckled in childish shoes, I looked every bit a girl by design. Except for the fact I was very clearly a boy! "Please," I begged softly, and I only managed to get that word out when she was pulling me out the door. My face was still wet with tears. "Ensign, you're going to meet your crew when we get down there. I don't want you to talk out of line. I don't want you to cause a fuss. I'll give you a duty assignment like everybody else, and you're to carry it out as prescribed and to the letter. Don't let anybody be given a reason not to like you, and you'll fit in just fine." The pep talk was almost maternal in its nature, but I'd have given it to any of my recruits in the same circumstance. It was good for morale. "First impressions mean more than years of service. Don't make waves." As Charlie walked down the hall in her new uniform - a form-fitting red top and tight black pants - I followed behind with my eyes on the ground. Maybe no one would notice me. Maybe no one would guess I was a man! But I knew the truth: I didn't look like a girl. At the very best, I could hope to be mistaken for a teenage boy. I shook my head. I had to stop crying before we got to Engineering. So I steeled myself and wiped all the water from my face.

It was 3 days before Christmas. I was making Chocolate Chip Cookies. I was using my KitchenAide mix master, I have had for years I had all the dry ingredients mixed I just was adding the eggs, vanilla, butter and shortening. After this I just had to add the chips and bake. I was the manager of the Hospital Supply Store we sold everything from Air, well oxygen to X-ray machines and everything in between. I have been making these cookies every year for Christmas since I got here almost 10 years ago. It was my tradition, I didn't have a family, well none here in California anyway. I was a transplant to LA from Phoenix Arizona. I had brothers and sisters back in Phoenix. I had never married, I guess in a way I was married to my work. Anyway as I was mixing the last few ingredients. My mixer started to protest it began making a noise like it was bogging down then it stopped turning I could hear the motor that was just buzzing it was no longer working. Before I could turn it off I could also smell the smell of electrical smoke. I turned it off cleaned the blades. I tried it with out anything in the bowl. It hummed and I could see a little smoke come out of the motor! It was toast! Shit! I thought. I'm almost done, 5 more minutes and I could of been baking these cookies with the chips in them. I could mix them in and... no the mixture wasn't complete I would still see white from the flour, and sugar. I needed a new kitchen Aid mixmaster. I grabbed my keys and drove to the nearest appliance store. About 2 miles from my home. I was cursing that damned mixer under my breath the whole way there. I walked through the door, I was beginning to cool down some, even though I really didn't want to! "Mixers?" I asked the greeter. " Aisle 12 Marnie" The greeter said! It took a second to realize he had called me by my first name. I looked down I didn't have my name tag from my work on me. "How do you know me," I asked? "That's easy the guy said, I knew you in high school. Your Marinie Carlson, at least you were when I knew you at Arroyo High School in Phoenix." "That's right I did go there, and your?" "Sorry, I'm Daniel Green." "Danny Green I thought! THE Danny Green. The guy who everybody used to say looked like Donny Osmond I though, I used to have such a crush on Danny Green. I was probably still blushing! He was a year ahead of me he was a Senior and I was a Junior. I knew he had been offered a schlorship to play baseball at USC. He was our second basemen. He was good he had made it into Sports Illustrated you know the segment that has amature players that are really good. He was leading the country in double plays plus batting like .450. I knew him!" "Danny how are you doing?" I'm good and you Marnie, what brings you here today?" "My Mix Master took a dump while making cookies." "Tell me it wasn't your grandmothers chocolate chip cookies! I used to really love those!" "Yes, yes it was!" "If you didn't know I used to buy those at the bake sales we used to have in high school, I loved them! I kinda had a crush on you because of them!" "Really, I asked I kinda had a crush on you, you were so dashing in those days out there on second base!" Dashing? Really? Do they even use that word anymore? Could I get anymore lame? "I bet your husband just loves them," Dan said! "I never married." I said. That just slipped out. "How about you how is Mrs. Green?" He had married I heard while he was at USC. "My wife was killed a few years back, nasty auto accident." "Sorry to hear that!" I said. Is there a boyfriend or somebody else?" Danny asked. "No just me and my beagle Peanut." "If you aren't busy I would love for you to come for Christmas! Sorry that came out weird. I mean since were old friends. Old high school friends and there isn't any others that I know of in the area. Your welcome to spend Christmas with us. The Greens there are me and my three kids!" "I would love to I said!" That also slipped out! "Great when you get that mixer bring it to me, I can get it for you a lot cheaper. I am manager here!" Instead of being $209 dollars he got it for me for $179. I asked him if there was anything he wanted me to bring? "Just you and some of your chocolate chip cookies?" "That can be arranged," I smiled. He wrote his address on a business card and it wasn't to far from my place. I got home finished the cookies up for work the next day. I realized he hadnt told me what time to come on Christmas. I gave him a call. "Marnie good to hear from you. I know I realized after you left I didn't tell you what time to be there. My bad! Listen I was thinking, can you wrap presents?" "Yeah I'm pretty good why?" "Because I can't wrap worth anything and my oldest is 8, she will know that Santa didn't wrap the presents. If it wouldn't be too much trouble could you come on Christmas Eve?" "What I asked you want me to spend the night?" "That came out wrong, sorry but yes, you will be sleeping in the guest room. By yourself!" "Aw, shucks I teased I thought for a moment you was propositioning me!" "A. A , nothing like that I promise to be a good boy!" This was said very quickly. Even through the phone I could tell he was blushing. I guess I could spend the night and help you wrap presents." I thought to myself I just have to prepare a bit. "I nedd to pack a few extra things and my sexy underwear isn't one of them! Too bad!" "Yes, Thank you ever so much, and I promise you no hanky panky!" I spent the next few days thinking about what to pack and wash before I actually spent my Christmas Eve at my high school crushes place. I guess I seemed distant. June one of my sales people asked me "What's up? I have to spend the Christmas Holliday at a man's house." "Oohh, said June do we know him?" "No! "No, he was my high school crush." "Even better! Does he know about you and....?" "My bedwetting? No!" Everybody here knew about my problem, I was the go to person when somebody needed diapers, ether for themselves or loved ones, lots of kids wore them just like I used to when I was their age, I still needed them at night and I was 28 years old. I had planned on taking my most absorbent diapers with double inserts and plastic panties. With my flannel pajamas, you could hardly tell I was diapered. "He isn't going to find out about it either! I will be taking extra precautions. This a one time deal, you know I don't date because I don't want to have to tell a guy that at 28 years old I still wet my bed like I'm 3 years old!" "Well have fun anyway whether your diapered or not! Said June. You deserve to be happy just like the rest of us!" I went home and packed my suitcase. Diapers, plastic panties, wipes to wipe the pee smell away on Christmas morning. Baby Powder at night to keep my skin from getting a rash. Dr. Budrouxs Butt Paste for where I was getting a rash. Panties to go over the diapers and plastic panties. Extra in case I leaked. Clothes for Christmas morning. I was ready, I had also made my chocolate chip cookies for Dan!

My name is Colin Twitchell, let me tell you about my best trip ever. Me ma' was American in the Army stationed in England near Leeds. Me da' was a son of a Pub owner in Gateshead England. Me ma' was on leave her and few of her girlfriends traveled the two hours north to Newcastle/ Gateshead area. They ended up at me gramps Pub. Me ma' and Me da' as soon as their eyes met there was a spark for them both. My dad spent the whole night talking to my mom when he wasn't serving other customers. Every weekend my mom would leave the base and travel to my dad and they dated. Me Gramps' saw what was happening and arranged for my dad to be off on weekends, even though it was their most busy time. One Sunday he never made it back home. He had gone with my mom back to Leeds and they got married this was the late 1970's. My mom and dad were married a few years and had a daughter Gayla. When she was 7 and in 1994 I was born. Mom and dad were living in the States by then. Dad did what he knew best we ran a Pub. Mom did the cooking in the restaurant and dad did the pub. My sister Gayla was going to be the heir to the Twitchell throne but when I was 9 her and some of her friends were out to a school function on the way home they were hit by a drunk driver. My sister was killed, her and two of her friends, one was put in a wheel chair for the rest of her life. The guy that hit them was a college student at ASU near where we had our pub. After that dad kicked out anybody that was getting to drunk to drive, he made sure they didn't drive drunk. Growing up I never stopped bedwetting, if you knew my dad this was a sore spot with him. I now became the heir to the Twitchell throne and stood to inherit the pub. Since my dad was a true Geordie, being from the Newcastle area when I worked the pub I was expected to sound like a Geordie me'self. Geordie is one of the thickest dialects in England. I was born in America so when I'm not working at the pub I speak Anerican. Part of The pub was dedicated to be little store we sold English candy, crisps, foods, even tea pots. We got them from England. My dad would send me to England once or twice a year to get these things. I tried to tell my dad that we could get these things on line over the internet. Since dad didnt understand the internet it was "Evil". The funny part was he took credit cards Mastercards, Visa, American Express cards as payment. He didnt understand that was part of the internet as well. I caught the flight from Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport to London Heathrow. It was an overnight flight arriving at 1350 hours GMT. which was about 0500 hours MST. Arizona was Mountain Standard Time all year long we don't have Daylight Savings Time during the summer months we were the same as Pacific Daylight Time. In November we returned to MST like the rest of the time zone. Like I said when I flew I wore diapers just in case I fell asleep as at 24, I'm still a bedwetter. Tonight on the flight there were some girls one was a cute blonde, named Trixie actually she told me it was Beatrice, but she hated that name! We talked as we were across the aisle from each other. We both became tired and fell asleep. We were getting about 2 hours from London Heathrow. I casually gave my diaper a squeeze through my pants. I had wet. Trixie got up and went to use the toilet. Her shorts she was wearing looked wet. No way it couldn't be, the wet spots were in the spot where a diaper would leak. I also thought she could have been on her period or something it could be blood as her shorts were a chocolate brown. As she left I checked my seat I was dry. That had happened to me before. Trixie was coming back she didnt look happy. "You okay I asked?" She blushed "Uhmm, my pad leaked." Okay I thought the latter it was blood. We talked more and I learned that Trixie and her friends were going into Newcastle themselves seems like one of her friends had an Uncle in Gateshead. The Uncle had passed on but her Aunt was still alive. "She runs a Pub called the Greyling, ever heard of it?" Indeed I have, that was my grandfather's pub. The one my dad worked in as a lad. That means that they were going to Aunt Mary's same as I was. "No way so who was related to Uncle John." "How did you know his name was John asked Elinore?" "Mary is my dad's sister!" "No way, said Elinore I've eaten at your parents bub before in Phoenix. So you will be staying at Aunt Mary's too?" "Yep sure will I said!" "Trixie you hear that? Are you sure you brought enough protection. Trixie still has a slight problem with wetting her bed," said Elinore. Trixie changed several shades of red. Soon we were in London. We went from where we were to where the smaller plane was to depart for Newcastle. I changed my diaper in the rest room. Trixie wouldn't even talk to me. "Are you okay," I asked? "You must think I'm retarded or something to be still wetting the bed at my age, don't you?" "I'm not thinking no such thing!" "Do you still like me knowing that I'm a bedwetter?" "Honestly? I think I find you even more beautiful now!" Trixie's jaw dropped, "Why?" "If you really want to know!" "I really want to know!" "I do too!" "Uhhuh, she said I think I'm the only bedwetter over 20 years old in the whole world!" "Not quite, I said. There are probably millions of us, I've heard 2 to 12% of adults have problems with wetting." "So I'm not alone?" "Hardly," I said. "Did you ever stop peeing your bed ever as a child," she asked? "No, you," I asked? "No, I never stopped." I took her hand and held it. "Trixie I was into you before I found out about your bedwetting. Would you be willing to date me while were here?" "I was pretty much into you also. Let's not be together because we share the same ailment be the reason were together, but I have to admit I was reluctant to start a relationship because of my bedwetting." "Same here Trixie but I'm so glad we found each other. There were no assigned seating on the plane to Newcastle. Trixie and I shared a seat. Elinore gave us stares the whole flight. I asked Trixie why Elinore keeps looking at us like that. "Truth, she likes you as well, that's the reason she blabbed my secret. She can't understand why your still so into me as well. There have been times when we've liked the same guy she blabs my secret, and steals the guy. This is the first time it has backfired on her. She doesn't know how to handle that!" "You need to find better friends than her!" Next time Elinore gave us a look I reached and kissed Trixie! It was Elinore who's jaw dropped this time.

A new story by Sophie & Pudding, written in a more conventional style! No colors this time. o_o Renee's Regression is a spin-off story set in the same universe as Dependent, but you don't have to read one to understand the other. Also, special thanks to our anonymous commissioner for all their wonderful ideas! Make sure to Like & Comment! For a PDF or ePub version of the story, visit our Patreon! ------------------------ Renee's Regression by Sophie & Pudding The young woman woke up on the floor, atop a padded pink mat. She looked around the huge room blearily, rubbing her eyes. When she sat up on the mat, she was met with faraway sounds of laughter. Where was she? How did she get here? The last thing she remembered... no, she couldn't remember anything. She looked down at her hands, soft and small, and at the little white bracelet on her wrist. Renee Summers. Was that her name? Renee stumbled to her feet, but her legs were forced apart in an unfamiliar way. She looked down to find that she was wearing a pink plaid romper, emblazoned with a stencil of a teddy bear. It wasn't a huge logical leap to guess what she was wearing under the romper, puffy and thick between her thighs. "What the fuck..." "You're not aposta say those words..." The woman spoke with childish words, almost baby-babble, though they came from the lips of an adult woman. And though her words were sing-song and melodic, they hung in the air with all the gravitas of a funeral dirge. A warning. The young woman - maybe twenty five at the most - was dressed in even more humiliating attire than Renee. She had nothing on but a t-shirt that rode up over her belly button, decorated with bottles and pacifiers, and a very thick pink diaper between her legs. Pink bangs framing a cherubic face, strands of rosy hair framing her cheeks. Her lips were glossy with drool, some of which dangled in a drip by the edge of her mouth. She clumsily wiped away the spit with hands as uncoordinated as plaid and polka-dots. "Wha's your name?" she asked. Renee stared at her like a deer in headlights. Why was an adult woman dressed like that? Why was Renee herself dressed like this?! She felt her heart race in her chest. "Hey," the fully grown baby said again, snapping Renee out of her stupor. "Wha's your name?" Renee remembered her bracelet. "R-Renee Summers." The girl clapped excitedly, grinned and bounced on her haunches. In the midst of her musical giggling there was another sound even more mis-matched: the sound of a bubbling gurgling gas from her behind. Then the woman started to fulfill the destiny of her diaper. Renee watched in shock and fear as the grown woman in front of her started to shit her pants. She knelt down, just a little, to get a good posture before an expression of frustration flashed over her face. With a grunt and a few noisy farts, Renee saw the diaper sag between her legs. At the point in which the deluge stopped, she giggled and continued talking like nothing at all had happened. "I'm Rose!" Would a Rose by any other scent smell quite so awful? Before Renee could say anything back, Rose grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her further into the room. Renee reluctantly followed the stinky girl, taking in her surroundings. First of all, Rose wasn't the only girl here - no, there were fifteen or twenty, all dressed in rompers or dresses or t-shirts, and all clearly in diapers. They played happily with blocks and toys, sucking on bottles, and watching cartoons. Secondly, all around them, far off in the distance, was a huge fence, six feet tall, made of hard colorful plastic. It looked like... like a giant playpen. Lastly, Renee realized all too slowly that she was one of these girls. She was an overgrown baby locked in the playpen with them. Finally, she snapped her hand back from Rose and started to panic. "I don't belong here! Someone made a mistake!" But Renee couldn't remember anything before waking up on that nap mat. "Nuhuh no 'stakes, jus' happy assydents!" Immaculate cultural references aside, Rose seemed to have license to talk about happy accidents now, given her recent performance. “Er’ryone, this is Nay!” Rose hollered to the other women, the other... captives? Inmates? Patients? What was this place? What possible reason could there be to do this to grown women? Renee shook her head, immersed in a downright overload to her senses; bright pastel colors, the smell of powder and stinky diapers, the sound of chattering and chittering, women talking like children, and the melody of… music? Was that music? Renee felt ill. "M-my name is Renee," she tried to explain, but the girls didn't seem to care. Another one came over to them - wearing a huge fluffy dress, still short enough to see the white diaper beneath it. Or, it would have been white at one point. But now, it was faded a dull yellow. "Come on, Nay, les' go watch Tee-Bee! All da new girls lub Tee-Bee." Without ceremony, without grace, the new girl and Rose pushed Renee to the other side of the huge playpen and plopped her down in front of a cartoon show, about a bunny with magical powers. "I don't belong here," Renee tried to tell them again, but Rose and the other girl wouldn't let Renee get up. They held her down in front of the TV. All Renee could think about was the awful smell coming from Rose's diaper. How had she done something so abhorrent, so infantile? Renee had never been so disgusted in her entire life. "You gots watch!" Rosa reminded Renee and sat down on her lap, pinning her into place as securely as the diaper was pinned around her waist. Her diaper was warm. Heavy. Soft and squishy. Renee could feel every facet of it against her thigh, but there was something about the the television that made it so difficult to look away, something about the pretty bunny with the mismatched eyes. Something magical. Rose took Renee's finger and put it between her lips to suck one, as the bunny reminded the audience how important it was to be good. Wet meant good. Dry meant bad. Wet girls got cuddles. Dry girls got disappointed tongue clucking. The TV switched off. Renee blinked a few times and looked around the playpen, but Rose wasn't there anymore. And that other girl - the one in the dress - she was gone too. Renee started to stand up and found a bottle in her hand. Empty. "Huh...?" Renee got to her feet and walked quietly to a nearby table, where two girls were finger painting. One had a pacifier between her lips and the other had a line of drool sliding down her chin. "E-excuse me... how do I get out of here? Who do I talk to to leave?" Actions spoke louder than words. Renee had expected a response, but instead her hand was smooshed into the paint by the soft and chubby digits of one of the girls, and planted onto the paper with a wet sploosh. "Yew mades a fwower,” Renee was kindly informed by her new friend, who looked adorable in her flower-print onesie and smelled of pee and baby powder. Renee took her hand back with shock, with irritation. But the way her hand fell on the paper... well, it looked a little bit like a flower. But the petals needed much better detailing. And the yellow part in the middle. Renee dipped her finger in the blue paint and finished designing the flower. Then, she thought maybe the flower needed a few others nearby, just in case. Before she knew it, she was sitting with the two girls and finger painting at the table. It was so important to be creative; Renee knew that constant and indisputable fact. Grown-ups had to work, so little girls and boys created stuff to make the grown-ups happy. Grown-ups? Renee blinked and looked down at her flowers, at her masterpiece, at the paint in textures and colors that she'd become so proud of, and she saw only a mess. She felt sick, as though her head were spinning, and she rubbed her face because there were tears on her cheeks. Now there was paint on her cheeks too. "I wanna go home..." she mumbled, as though anybody cared. Renee got up from the table and took a few steps back. Her hands were covered in paint and one of the girls she was sitting with had disappeared. On the far end of the playpen, two girls were taking naps, and two more were in front of the TV. How long had Renee been sitting there? She shook the thought from her head, only to be replaced with another thought. She had to pee. She walked with purpose over to the wall of the playpen, looking through the huge plastic bars. On the far wall, there was a changing table and two women talking, dressed in normal adult clothing. Renee struggled to overhear. "Rose is on her way out," one of them said. "She's been such a good girl for days now and we have a caregiver lined up." "Oh, I'm so happy for her!" the other woman said. "But it's sad at the same time..." "I know," said the first woman. "She was such a brat when she arrived, but gosh I'll miss that little cutiepie." "It's the hardest part about processing the Dependents," the other said. "Seeing them leave." Caregiver? Dependents? What were they talking about? Renee was more confused than ever. "It's an inevitability, though. They can’t stay here forever. What do you make of the newest girl?” "Renee?" "Oh, what an awful name. No room for cute nicknames. Maybe we should change it…” Renee felt a tightness in her bladder and bounced from foot to foot. She was out of options, and there was no way she could climb the wall of this playpen. So she did the next best thing. "Hey! Hey, you two! Lemme out!" Expectedly, the two ladies turned around to see Renee bouncing in place. But unexpectedly - as they approached - it was clear to Renee that they were much bigger than she thought. In fact, the two women were five-foot eight. It was Renee herself that was only four-foot three. She took a step away from the playpen wall in fear. "Speak of the darling and she shall make herself known,” one of the women said. “What can we do for you sugarplum?" She asked with all the honest affection of any parent talking to their child. "Do you have a painting to show me, Renee?" Renee almost didn't recognize her own name. Why did that name sound so foreign to her? It was her own name! That realization garnered frustration and she began to sniffle, fighting back tears. Renee looked down at her hands and hid them behind her back, like finger painting was embarrassing or something. But the smear of paint on her cheek and the splatters on her romper were evidence enough. "I... I, um. I need to use the bathroom please. And... and I need to talk to someone in charge, because I don't belong here, and... and I need to leave right now. Please." "Listen to those manners, Fran, did you hear how sweet she sounds?" "Obviously she's going to make a Caregiver very happy with manners like that." Then, as though she couldn't hear it when they were talking to her at first, the woman rephrased it again for Renee. "Very good manners, darling sweetpea! Such good asking." Renee wanted to argue the condescension - she felt redness in the palms of her hands as she balled them up into little fists - but for some reason her anger failed to spark a flame, and the only warmth was the blush of her cheeks. Why was she here again? "I really wan'ta... uh…” Thoughts came and went like flittering butterflies, and it took almost a full minute for Renee to remember her question. "Please can I talk to someone in charge?" "Well, we are in charge, sweetie. I'm Auntie Debra, this is Auntie Fran. Is there something we can do for you?" Auntie? Renee ran the word through her head a few times, but she couldn't remember what it meant. Then another twinge of her bladder reminded Renee of the question she wanted to ask. "Oh! Um, Auntie Debra, um. Can I please use the bathroom? I really need to..." Gosh, Renee thought, looking up at the two of them, they are so tall. And suddenly, Renee realized how small that made her. Debra and Fran looked at one another like happy pet owners watching a kitten play with catnip for the first time. Their smiles were genuine, their delight and glee in their work as true and honest as could be. "Of course you can use the potty, Renee, you never need to ask permission for that," Fran answered, giving Renee as much hope as she soon dashed. “Your pretty padding was made to be your personal potty, and it would be so sad and so upsetting if it didn't get to live out its dream, wouldn't it?" Live out its dream...? Her padding... padding? Her own personal potty? Renee was a little confused, and then it all clicked into place. She balled her hands at her sides and looked up at the two caregivers with anger. "I'm not pissing myself! I'm not a baby!" Auntie Debra and Auntie Fran looked at each other and shook their heads, making disappointing clicks with their tongues. Renee's anger faltered, subsided, and was quickly replaced with a sickening anxiety. Disappointment from a grown up was the worst feeling a Dependent could feel, and Renee's eyes filled with tears. "That won't do," began Auntie Fran. "That won't do at all," continued Auntie Debra. The two of them shook their heads, clicked their tongues, and Renee felt the tightness continue to build in her chest. Why did this feel so awful? Renee thought. I disappointed them. I should be a good girl. A good girl? What did good girls do? Renee didn't realize it, but those words in her head, her back and forth, her lips mouthed them out loud the entire time. She looked up at the women with bleary, confused eyes. But the women knew their jobs well. For everything Renee said, they had a counter. "I need, um.." "To be a good girl," Auntie Debra told her. "No, but I gotta..." "Show you're a good girl," Auntie Fran said. "But, I'm a good girl..." "How do you prove it?" "I... um... I..." "Use your diaper." "But... I'm not..." "A big girl anymore." Tears dripped down Renee's cheeks, but she couldn't fight off her Aunties' words. She wasn't a big girl anymore. And the second that thought filled her head, she let go. The diaper between Renee's legs soaked up all her big girl feelings and her romper sagged. "Doesn't that feel better?" Auntie Debra asked. Renee nodded. She felt so relieved, physically and emotionally. She was a good girl now. A part of Renee knew what she'd done wasn't right, but that part of her was a television in another room on mute. That part of her screamed 'why did you do that?! get changed, that's disgusting!' But Renee hadn't been told it was time to be changed, and good girls let Caregivers take care of silly complicated thoughts like their diapers. "You did such a good job, Renee. We're so proud of you, aren't we Auntie Fran?" "Absolutely yes, Auntie Debra, we're so proud of you. Now I think you'll find Brilliant Bunny Brainwash is about to have a new episode. Why don't you find a good place in front of the television honey?" Renee stood there, frozen in place. She couldn't believe what she'd done. She shouldn't have done that! Right? "Renee, sweetie?" Renee looked up at her Aunties, tears on her cheeks. "Oh goodness me," Auntie Debra said with a sigh. "No need to cry, my sweet girl." There was a clinking sound and the gate opened up, allowing the huge woman to make her way into the playpen. She reached down and swooped up Renee with absolutely no effort and placed her on her hip. Renee looked down at the ground - so far away - and clung tight to Auntie Debra. ”Shh, shh... come on, let's go get you comfortable in front of the TV. You'll feel so much better after you watch your favorite show." There was a certain stillness to the Playpen. Everything seemed quiet and calm even with other girls playing and laughing, even with one of three televisions going, even with that constant background music with the words that couldn't quite be made out. This would drive an untrained adult simply insane from the aural sense of chaos. But to a fledgling Dependent, this was normal. This was what broke through defenses. Auntie Debra carried the wet-diapered girl across the expanses of the Playpen to TV Station #2 and began to fuss with the programming schedule. Truthfully, Renee was developing a little ahead of schedule, she could handle a more advanced episode. Renee looked up at Auntie Debra as she reached down and patted her head. "Be a good girl and watch your show, okay?" Renee nodded, and Auntie Debra walked away. Renee took a look around the room, at the other little girls, but none of them seemed at all phased that the door to the playpen had been opened. None of them tried to run or escape. And truthfully, even Renee herself didn't think about it. Then the television screen showed a familiar bunny with beautiful eyes, as he started to perform new magic tricks. Instantly, Renee's eyes were glued to his performance. There wasn't a really good way to track the progress of a Dependent's conversion process, but the episode of Brilliant Bunny Brainwash they were able to process was a pretty good metric in most cases. And this was episode five out of ten; which meant that Renee was already in the advanced stages. Debra watched, impervious to the effects of the audio, of the video, as Renee's thumb found her mouth. This episode would help her re-learn some basic truths. Someone seeing her naked? That was normal; diapers needed changing. Something between her lips? Suck and soothe. Did she feel arousal? That’s not grown up; that’s the safety for diapers. Renee found this all so easy, and Bunny reminded her that if she was good she'd get to leave! "Renee, honey?" Renee looked up with sleepy eyes at Auntie Debra, who was playing with her hair. "Let's get you changed, okay?" Without waiting for an answer, Debra picked Renee up and plopped her on her hip again. This time, Renee curled up against Debra not for safety, but for comfort. She closed her eyes and smiled to herself. There was a lot of literature in the Caregiver community about Moments of Surrender and Auntie Debra believed it was The First Change that was most formative. To be laid down by a Caregiver, to have their diaper peeled open, cleaned, changed, no sexual response, no shame response, just complete and utter normality and surrender to the inevitability of a new identity.... it was special. It was fragile. It was a moment to be cherished. Debra laid Renee down on the changing table, the fabric soft and the padding warm, and speakers on either side of her head playing a special soundtrack just for her. Renee didn't flinch as her caregiver untaped her diaper. She didn't quiver or moan when a wipe brushed between her legs. She didn't protest or argue when a fresh diaper was put beneath her bottom and powder sprinkled all over her. Renee's hands and face were washed with a baby wipe and she was changed from her paint-stained romper into a snap-crotch onesie. All the while, Renee smiled happily and listened to the beautiful lullabies in her ears. "You're going to be one I tell stories about for a long time,” Debra mused quietly, although probably not loud enough for Renee to hear over the music. It flowed into her ears and wrapped her brain in cotton fuzz, taking responses and rewiring them wholesale. Renee was becoming a part of something bigger, and she'd do so by becoming something so much littler. When Renee was safely taped into a fresh diaper, she put a dolly in her hands and gently rocked her to sleep on her shoulder. Her little charge didn’t put up the slightest bit of fuss. Renee woke up in the Playpen next to another girl, who was sucking her thumb and cuddling a teddy bear in her arms. The diaper between her legs was heavy and yellow. Renee rubbed the sleep from her eyes and got to her feet, looking around at the mats of other sleeping girls. But on the far side of the playpen, a few of the women had already woken up. With her doll in hand, Renee made her way over to them. Maybe they knew how to escape... One of the girls sitting in the group - or women would be the more accurate description, although it was difficult to tell that sometimes - had ginger hair in pretty braids, tressed up in ribbons and colorful scrunchies. If she could remember it, she would have known her name was Ora, but memory was something not all that useful in this place. A smile, though? A smile went a long way, and a wave, too. She did both when she saw Renee approaching. "Hawwo!" That was precisely the sort of language that caused the woman/girl distinction line to be muddied. "Hullo," Renee muttered back. "Um, do you know why they..." Mid-sentence, Ora's doll caught Renee's eye. A dress-up doll just like the one Renee was carrying around. On the floor, at Ora's feet, was a large play house and different doll-sized outfits. Suddenly, Renee couldn't remember what it was she needed to ask. "Do you wanna play?" Ora asked. Without thinking, Renee nodded her head. Breathing. Sleeping. Eating. Drinking. Adults could get behind these four core tenants of life-sustaining essentials, but somewhere along the lines of growing up there was a long forgotten fifth compatriot to complete the set: playing. When growing up, we forget how to play. Not just how to play, but how important it truly was. Renee had a wash of thoughts and memories, distantly locked away. But the ideas flooded forward like a broken dam, and she remembered! She knew, she just knew how important this was, how much she had to play, to imagine, to dream, how had she been so naïve before?! This was so crucial, and she'd overlooked it... how immature her brain had been. Renee had been sitting on the floor for hours, playing with her dolly, when a shadow loomed over her. The tall, towering Auntie Debra. "Breakfast time," she said, and handed one baby bottle to Ora and another to Renee. Ora put the bottle between her lips without a second thought, but Renee had enough presence of mind to stop herself. "I dun need a bottle," Renee pouted. "I not a baby." "Aren't you hungry, though?" Auntie Debra did not so much as argue as she did make a very valid point - Renee was exceptionally hungry, and the notion of sustaining herself from anything but a liquid source was almost a forgotten concept. She regarded the bottle, eyes glossy in haze as she did her very best to figure out exactly why she was adamant to refuse... Renee looked at Ora, who happily suckled her own bottle, and felt her mouth get dry. But she reminded herself: I'm not a baby, I'm a big girl! "Nuh uh, dun need a bottle! Wan' a cup! Big girls get cups!" Renee crossed her arms over her chest in what she assumed was a very adult way of acting. But she was wrong. She couldn't have been more wrong, in fact. Auntie Debra smiled a reserved little smirk across her professional veneer, and then following that was a much bigger grin. "Do big girls get cups, Renee? And who told you that one?" "They... they juss do!" Renee looked at Ora to back her up, but Ora wasn't even paying attention. She was changing her doll out of a dress and into some pajamas for nap time. The more time Renee spent arguing, the less time she could play with her dolls. She shifted uncomfortably in place, crinkling with every movement. "Is it possible you had an imagination, Renee? You do tell such wonderful stories, don't do? Maybe you could draw a picture after your baba? Show Auntie Debra what it looks like when big girls drink from cups?" And drawing felt so inviting. Expressive. That did seem like a pretty swell idea... "Your milk is going cold, sweetie.” Renee looked down at her bottle with frustration. She knew she didn't need bottles, somewhere, deep down! But she couldn't remember why. And right now, she wanted to play and her bottle was the only thing standing in her way. So she put it between her lips and started to suck. Funnily enough... it was actually a very nice feeling. Renee wouldn't fuss over her bottle ever again. "I think she could be ready to graduate soon." Debra mused to Fran, as the two women watched the gaggle of former-women at play. There was a lot going on behind the scenes to make all of this work, that much was clear. There were no miracles at play here: sensory overwhelming audio prompts, visual cues, smells and tastes and compounds that worked from the inside out and the outside in. This was a science, not an art. And still, sometimes... not often, but sometimes, there were pleasant surprises. "C'mon! Le's go watch Bunny on da Tee-Bee!" Ora grabbed Renee's hand and led her over to the TV. But Renee didn't put up any resistance. Bunny Brainwash was her favorite show, after all. Renee found a pacifier on the floor and popped it in her mouth, cuddling tight to her dolly and settling in for another amazing afternoon. Renee didn't even notice the finger slipped into the leg of her diaper, only the faint sting of the elastic springing back against her thigh as she readjusted positions on the floor. Being checked was important to a baby girl for much the same reason knowing how to pair a shirt and skirt was important to an adult woman - it was simply second nature. A life skill, even. Auntie Debra's voice was loving, soothing, tender and easy to melt into, following a half a dozen episodes of Brilliant Bunny Brainwash. "I think you need a change, little one." Auntie Debra lifted Renee into her arms and Renee fell against her shoulder with a sleepy smile. Drool dribbled down her chin onto Debra's shirt. Renee hadn't even noticed when she wet herself, and thanks to the care of her Auntie, the delicious flavor of her bottles, and the magic of her favorite TV show, she would never notice again. Debra laid her down on the changing table and turned on the speakers. Renee giggled and kicked her feet happily, holding her doll against her chest. There were sounds that made sense as a part of a persons life; a traffic signal sound would mean a lot to a crossing guard, the sound of music would mean a lot to a DJ, the sound of a crying baby meant everything to every mother everywhere, and to Renee now and forever, the sound of her diaper tapes being peeled away from the plastic front panel of her pretty padded attire meant everything. It meant that she'd done such a good job and used her diaper stupendously! It meant she was a good girl and cute as could be. It meant she was loved; her Mommy, her Daddy, or anybody else was close and dutiful, caring and tender. It meant it was changing time. The young woman woke up on the floor, atop a padded pink mat. She looked around the huge room blearily, rubbing her eyes. She sat up on the mat and was met with faraway sounds of laughter. Where was she? How did she get here? The last thing she remembered... no, she couldn't remember anything. She looked down at her hands, soft and small, and at the little white bracelet on her wrist. "Hiya!" Renee hurried over to the new girl as she stumbled to her feet, with her legs spread awkwardly in her new, unfamiliar underwear. The girl looked Renee over, wearing nothing but snap-crotch shortalls, pulled tightly between her legs, and a flower-print t-shirt. The puffiness around Renee's hips was obvious, and the new girl was beginning to piece together what she was wearing. What they were both wearing. "Wha's yoor name?" Renee asked, tilting her head to the side. The new girl looked down at her wristband to read it again. "Alicia Mariner..." But she sounded so unsure. "Ohh, you wan' watch Tee-Bee? Bunny is on!" Renee took Alicia's hand and pulled her a few steps toward the TV set, but Alicia tugged her hand back. "What, I..." Alicia rubbed her eyes again, because the image she was seeing and the sounds she was hearing didn't make a lick of sense. Who was this woman? Why was she dressed the way she was? Where was she again? "How did I get here, Renee? I think something happened to me, to..." Her voice was unsure, unsteady, like her entire existence was a radio broadcast blinking in and out, and she couldn’t lock onto the signal. “Something happened to me, to you maybe? Why are you dressed like that, Renee?" And... "What's the noise? Is that... music...? It’s so hard to focus…” "What'cha mean?" Renee looked at Alicia with confusion, like she had always dressed like this. Like this was normal. Even Alicia, who was wearing a snap-crotch onesie with a built-in tu-tu - over a very thick diaper obviously - was dressed appropriately. "Something's wrong," Alicia told Renee, scanning her environment. "I shouldn't be here. I'm supposed to be..." But no matter how hard Alicia thought, she couldn't remember anything from her previous life. "Listen, I..." Alicia didn't know how she got here, but she knew she had to pick her words carefully and precisely, because whoever did this to her could still be close by. She leaned in closely enough that only Renee could hear, and she whispered just above silence. "Can you take me to someone who's in charge, Renee?" A simple request, and if Renee really had been an inmate here, it would have been an easy one to acquiesce to, as well. But this was no jail, no prison. This was no sinister holding cell for kidnapped victims: this was a system, refined and perfected like any other. And as Alicia would soon learn, she wasn't bigger than the system: she was smaller. So much smaller. Renee tilted her head in confusion. In charge? Maybe Auntie Debra or Auntie Fran! But they had stuff to do and Renee wanted to watch her TV show. "Watch one Tee-Bee wif me, an' I'll take you anywhere! Pinky pwomise!" Renee put out her pinky and Alicia - tentatively, like it was a joke or something - locked pinkies with her. With that out of the way, Renee led the way to the closest TV. But halfway through the playpen, amongst all the other girls playing dolls and paints and blocks, she stopped dead in her tracks. Alicia watched and Renee bent her knees, pushed her butt out, and started grunting. At first, she didn't understand what was going on. But then, as the seat of Renee's shortalls expanded and her stinky aroma filled the area, Alicia figured it out. She was mortified, frozen in place, watching a fully grown woman mess herself in the center of the room. But no one else batted an eyelash. All the other girls kept playing with their toys, and even Renee herself stood upright and smiled a bright smile of relief, like she was proud of what she'd done. "Otay!" Renee said brightly. "Le's go!" Lost in the moment, unable to understand or reconcile what had just happened in front of her own eyes, Alicia followed Renee to the TV area, and toward the rest of her life. [End]

Hey everyone, I'm a hobby writer and would love to get some feedback regarding my current story (incomplete). I'm aware that there will be an excess of spelling mistakes and errors as I often write on my phone and transfer it into my working document as I go. Cheers LOVE PLUSH.pdf

I've known Lisa since Kindergarten. Even then I should of known something wasn't right about her. No she's not a psycho bitch or anything like that. I just remember her telling the teacher on almost a daily basis, "Teacher I peed!" Don't get me wrong I think we all had to tell the teacher that at least once. I got diarrhea and had to tell her "I pooped!" Plus I remember playing with Lisa and my friend Michael at recess, I kind of waited too long and I and Lisa both had to tell the teacher "We peed!" That was kindergarten. After that I don't ever remember having to tell the teacher I had an accident. I did get caught cutting my hair off with the scissors, not all of it just a huge chunk of it right in the front, that was either first grade or second, I can't remember. All I do remember is having to have the rest of my hair cut down to match that chunk I had cut out of my head with the scissors. The barber shaved me down to a buzz cut, I looked like I was a military recruit! He also warned me next time he would shave it all off, you know Mr. Clean style. I never even entertained that idea again. I didn't want to look like Mr. Clean at 7 or 8 years old. Lisa on the other hand still had accidents in her panties until at least third grade, they just weren't daily like they had been in Kindergarten. Lisa was the cutest girl in our class. She was blonde, little upturned nose, to me she was beautiful. I know I wasn't supposed to like girls, they had cooties! But I always had a thing for her. I don't know why. About our 7th grade year, Lisa became all girl. She began sprouting breasts, I mean the tits fairy was overly generous to her she put all other girls to shame! Her and I had always been good friends. We lived about a block from each other. At dances that they started having at 7th grade. I always took Lisa, She knew I was safe. This brought up my popularity, I had the girl with the biggest breasts in our class. Truth was I was a dweeb, I was never an athlete, I was slow as molasses running uphill in winter! I wasn't a brain, I got mostly B's and C's an occasional A. Lisa on the other hand was a beautiful brain. She was the A student, the girl that had the biggest breasts. That was until our Junior year and Beth Granger overtook her in the breast department. Still it wasnt by much! The C's I got were mostly in math. I was pathetic at math! It was a wonder that I could add 2 and 2 together and get 4. There were times for me it made 5. Some people were dyslexic at reading for me it was math, is there such a thing as math dyslexia? If there was I was sure I had it. Lisa agreed to tutor me. Since we were old friends. She came to my home and we would go over and over the quizzes I had them nailed. The next morning, I couldn't remember anything. It was like turning in bed at night erased everything like a an Etchasketch in my brain! By morning everything looked foreign again! Lisa felt for me. The Sr. Prom was coming up. I asked Lisa if she was going. "I don't know, nobody has asked me." I wanted to ask her, but would she go with a math dyslexic like me? "Will you go with me?" "Yes, Jimmy I will go with you!" "Alright, I smiled. What color is your dress, so I know the color of corsage to get?" "Deep purple!" "Cool my favorite color!" I said. "Mine as well!" She said. I started doing everything I could to earn money I picked up pop bottles and beer cans. Cleaned the garage, gutters, mowed lawns. I was enterprising. I had enough for everything. I went to pick Lisa up! You know something has happened you can feel it, almost cut it with a knife. At Lisa's house I could feel the tension! Something bad had been going on. Lisa was usually always bubbly, had a frown on her face. I felt it my duty to enhance her mood. I'm not the best comic but I started telling her jokes, that were even corny to me, soon her smile was back on her face! "Thanks Jimmie for making me feel better!" "Anytime Lisa, your my queen tonight, I want to make you feel like one!" I pinned the corsage on her and I didn't even prick her breast with the pin. That had been one of my major concerns. We arrived and even though I was born with two left feet I still danced with her. I do think I did step on her foot at least once, maybe twice. I got us some punch it was getting hot in the venue we had rented for the prom. They opened the doors after about an hour and a half. It began to cool down. Lisa and I got our photo taken of prom night. It started getting cool so they shut the doors that they had opened to air it out. Kurt Kowalski and his group had crashed the prom. Kurt was approximately the size of Mount Rushmore, and just as strong. He was our linebacker, and Wrestled as our Heavyweight. Massive and strong. He was everything I wasn't in the strength department. And was dumber than a box of rocks! Even dumber than me. At math when he added 2 and 2 where I got 5 he got 6! Tonight he was drunk and he was picking on kids littler than him, that was pretty much everybody. I was praying he wouldn't come and bother us. No such luck! "Edwards, whats up my man?" He slurred towards me. "Nothing Kurt, what's up with you?" I asked in the most non threatening manner I could muster, without wetting myself in front of my date, Lisa. "I wasn't allowed to come tonight, he said. Some thing about my grades not being good enough!" Like I said dumber than a box of rocks. "If I had of came I was thinking about asking Miss Lisa here. What do you say Miss Lisa?" "Go away Kurt, your drunk!" She said. I know she had just signed our death warrants. You dont poke the bear. Kurt was going to kill us, starting with me! Kurt's demeanor changed. "Oh Miss Upity doesn't want to be seen with me when I'm drunk!" He grabbed her and lifted her dress. I'm sure to look at her panties. I was surprised as he was Lisa was wearing a diaper. I took this time his shock and since she was my date. I'm not proud of what I did, I kicked Kurt square in the balls. He dropped like an avalanche. He said oof. His cronies started punching at me. My face was about destroyed by 4 guys punching me. Next thing I knew the police were there arresting them. Including Kurt who was still on his knees. Trying to catch his breath. All I could do was lay on the floor and bleed. My nose, lip, and eyebrow. We're leaking blood. They had the paramedics come look at me they decided that I needed a stitch in my eye. My biggest supporter was Lisa she kept ice on my eye. "Your my hero Jimmie!" She kissed my cheek several times. When we were alone in my limo that I had rented, on the way to the hospital, l never envisioned it would double as an ambulance! I asked Lisa about her diaper? "Remember in Kindergarten, how I used to wet all the time?" She asked me" "Yeah but you weren't the only one it happened to me once or twice!" I said. "Well the truth was I had little control over my bladder, that's why I wet all the time day and night!" "Okay, I know a few of those kids still wet their beds until they were much older." I said. "Yes I know, I was one of them. In fact I still wet my bed!" "You? But your so beautiful and smart!" "Beauty and brains were never required for continence! She smiled. Today I was getting my hair and nails done for tonight. I was really excited that you asked me to the prom, and I was actually going. I kind of had an accident from being so excited. Before you got to my house, my parents and I fought over if I should wear a diaper for tonight. Since I had wet myself earlier in the day from the excitment of the prom. You probably felt the tension when you got there. My parents told me I was wearing one or they would tell you why I wasn't going. I wore the diaper. Like the next girl I don't like being reminded that at 17 years old I still sleep in those diapers." "You know I must be weird, or I got a concussion or something, but the thought of you in diapers and still wetting your bed. Really excites me!" "Really?" she asked me? She looked and I had pitched a tent in my trousers! "Wow, you really are excited!" She kissed my cheek again she began rubbing me through my pants. I told her to stop or I wouldn't get the deposit back on the tux I had rented. But truly I wished she wouldn't. After that I was lucky that my eye took only two stiches. Kurt and his Cronies were expelled. Lisa and I began dating. She knew how to tease me she sent me photos of her getting ready for bed in her diaper and wet ones in the morning. On my phone. I wonder if she knew I masturbated to those photos? I'm sure she did! Thats why she sent them to me! I also began to wonder about my sanity, is it normal for a guy to be aroused by a girl in a wet diaper. Am I nuts? I looked on line, Holy Hell! I found web sites that charge a hell of a lot more money a month than I had, to look at photos of girls in diapers often wet. I got mine for free and I knew and was dating the model! She was just as pretty as the girls getting paid to pose for these photos. And I wasn't sure if some of them weren't staged that you paid for! I knew Lisa's were real! After a few months of dating Lisa. Her dad took me aside and asked me if I knew everything about his daughter. "What do you mean everything? I asked? "My daughter has medical problems she has to wear adaptive clothing for." "You mean her diapers?" I asked? "You know? That doesn't scare you off if her?" "I found out the night if the prom about her diapers, should it scare me off? "Ahh," he didn't know what to say. "Most guys would be repulsed by a 18 year old bed wetter, how come your not?" "Sir I love your daughter, if she has a few medical problems. I have an Epipen in case of bee stings, I'm deathly allergic, we all have something wrong. If you can't tell I'm not the most athletic of individuals, but your daughter loves me, She is smart enough and beautiful enough to have somebody better than me. Im the lucky one." "Son that's the best answer I've ever heard! She told me what you did at the prom, now I don't condone kicking another guy in the testicles but, you neutralized a situation of more embarrasment to my daughter! As a father I thank you for loving my daughter. Your right her bedwetting is only a turn off if you let it!" We went out that night we didn't go far. We hit a secluded spot and we began kissing, She took my hand and placed it between her legs under her dress. I felt her diaper. It began to warm and I knew she was wetting it for me. My Mr happy began to come alive. She began to stroke me through my jeans. I began stroking her through her diaper. We were both 18, me three weeks ago her a week. We wanted more but both of us have pledged to wait for real sex until after were married. Her doing this makes it harder to keep that promise. The End!

Miss Goodridge Patrick was dreading getting home. School had been horrendous, he’d had a fight with his best friend, he’d hit a teacher who stepped in to break it up and he swore at the principal. The anger that had built up inside him had found a very destructive way out and he was now regretting all that had transpired. He’d always been a bit of a bully even when he was in the nursery many years earlier, and his bullish attitude had carried over in each and every grade so far. He liked the fear he saw in some kid’s eye and his contempt for any authority meant he wasn’t scared of any of the punishments the school offered. However, he realised he might have gone too far this time, hitting a teacher and swearing was grounds for removal from school completely, and that would have been a step too far even for him. The day had been particularly bad. Unfortunately, for Patrick things were about to get a lot worse. * Needless to say his mother knew all about his day’s exploits and was not the happiest of people as her twelve year-old terror arrived home off the school bus. The phone call earlier that afternoon from the principal had spelt out just exactly what had happened and Patrick’s mother was only pleased that the voice at the other end of the phone had not ended the conversation with his expulsion from class completely. However, the principal had made it quite clear that she would not put up with such appalling behaviour or disruption to the running of the school. He’d been suspended for the rest of the week and would only be allowed back after an apology to the teacher Patrick had hit and he had a complete turnaround in his attitude. His mother was at her wit’s end but she had come up with a plan she’d read about online - a way of dealing with unruly kids. * Patrick surreptitiously opened the front door hoping against hope that he could make it up to his room before his mother caught him. “GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW.” His hope died as his mother’s angry voice echoed throughout the house. He shivered. Normally Patrick was used to getting into trouble and his mother’s punishment had always been sending him to his room, grounding him, withdrawing the use of the video games and TV privileges. This time he suspected, as they had all already been invoked, those options were no longer a possibility. He swallowed hard and walked into the living room where his mother was sitting with another lady he’d never seen before. “I received a call from your principal this afternoon.” She left that tiny piece of information to sink in so he knew there was no point in trying to deny what had happened. “What have you got to say for yourself?” Patrick’s mind was working overtime. Perhaps he should have developed a strategy before he arrived home but only now, as his fate loomed did he try to think of something, an excuse, a defence, something… but his twelve year-old brain was having none of it and he simply gulped back the fear saliva that had appeared in his mouth. “Er, er, er, it wasn’t my fault…” “You hit a teacher and another pupil…” “Yer, but that was Tommy,” he interrupted with an air of contempt, “he’s always such an annoying little bast…” Now it was his mother’s turn to interrupt. “You swore at the principal.” He smirked at the memory. “You appear to think this is some kind of joke. Do you think it makes you a big man in front of the rest of the class?” She was ridiculing and angry with him at the same time. “What do you think happens to school boys,” she emphasised that he was still just a boy, “who think it’s clever to fight and backchat adults?” Patrick wanted to come up with some kind of clever response but in truth, he’d never seen his mother so angry and thought that a ‘clever’ comment might not go down well. He shuffled his feet as he stood looking crestfallen in the living room doorway. He hoped that the adopted look of dejection would garner some sympathy as he put on his most sorrowful expression. “Well let me tell you,” his mother was still talking, “there are consequences.” She wasn’t fooled by her son’s obvious fake look of contrition and had the final thrust to her angry speech. “This is Miss Goodridge. From today until there’s been a change in your attitude, she will be in charge of you every minute of the day… from the moment you get up to the moment you go to sleep. From what you eat to what you wear. Indeed, there will not be one aspect of your life that is not sanctioned by Miss Goodridge and, she has my blessing to impose any punishment she sees fit to make sure you obey her every command.” For the first time he looked over at the lady sitting next to his mother and took her in. She looked slightly younger than his mother, she had dark hair, beautifully made up eyes and, what seemed even more appealing to Patrick, a rather full breast… he wasn’t sure if this was supposed to be a punishment or something else but he decided he wouldn’t mind doing whatever she wanted him to. The woman didn’t exactly smile or frown but there was a look that made Patrick feel very insecure as she acknowledged his presence. She was absolutely stunning but there was definitely something about her that wasn’t, as far as he was concerned, quite right, although he just couldn’t put his finger on it. His mother was still speaking. “You will go with Miss Goodridge now and I will see you again when she thinks your entire demeanour is suitable for…” “But mum, I have things planned for this week. Er, I’m in the school diving team so I…” This time Miss Goodridge interrupted. “Young boys do not interrupt when an adult is speaking.” “But, er, I….” “Do you not have ears? I just said young boys do not interrupt when adults are speaking. Are you stupid or something?” Patrick was shocked that he was being spoken to that way by this stranger, this guest in his home, this…” He was a bit too slow in his answer so Miss Goodridge jumped in. “I asked if you were stupid.” “Erm, er, no,” Anger was growing in his chest as he felt a hot furious shiver run through his body and was about to burst out in a tirade against being called stupid. She looked across at his mother. “Is he stupid?” She was laying on the insult pretty thickly. “Does this child not understand simple English?” His mother just shook her head and refused to come to his defence. “Well, I suppose if he doesn’t understand then that explains a great deal and of course I’ll have to start with the basics.” She nodded towards his mother who was standing there with a shrug and a smile as Miss Goodridge stood up, held out her hand and commanded Patrick to come with her. “I’m not going anywhere with you. I don’t know who you are but you…” Miss Goodridge was fast and grabbed hold of her young charge. Her grip was terrifyingly strong as he tried to pull away but she had him over her knee in a second and was spanking his upturned bottom; his thin school trousers and underpants offering scant protection from her fearless palm. He was stunned and tried to fight his way from her formidable grasp but she held him tightly in a position he found uncomfortable, embarrassing and painful. He wasn’t sure why the hold she had him in meant he couldn’t fight back but no matter how he wriggled and kicked out, he stayed exactly where she positioned him. His bottom received several smacks from a hand that was deceivingly strong and firm. After the initial assault she stopped and rummaged in her large bag, which had been sitting on the floor behind her legs and from which she produced a small wooden hairbrush. This replaced her palm as the instrument of punishment as she continued to spank his wriggling bottom for several more minutes. He was desperate not to show any weakness but his twelve year-old bottom was receiving some serious punishment and try as he might to refrain, tears welled up and streamed down his face as he bawled his apologies and begged for the spanking to stop. It didn’t straight away and his screams and tears continued until all fight had left his body and he lay there unable to stop the continual barrage from the brush. Eventually she stopped and stood her sore and snuffling charge up in front of her. “Now, you will do exactly as you are told.” She spoke sternly and obviously in command of the situation. “Any back chat, attitude or disobedience will result in your bare bottom getting a thrashing… and I can assure you it will not be the gentle taps you have just received.” Patrick was desperately trying to rub the heat from his bottom and looking at the ground as she spoke he thought “Gentle taps?” she had to be joking. She lifted his eyes to meet hers making sure he understood who was in command. “Do I make myself perfectly clear?” He was still rubbing his bottom but had no alternative but to look at this strong and wilful woman and take heed of what she said. He nodded. “Answer me when I ask you a question.” This was no polite request, this was a command… Patrick was still desperately trying to hold back his tears but nonetheless they were there and he was finding it difficult to get his thoughts and words into some kind of order. He simply wasn’t used to this kind of hostile stance from a grown up. “Yes.” He whispered between gulps of air. “You know my name, but, if you’ve forgotten then you call me Ma’am but I need to know you understand what I’ve just told you.” She reached for the hairbrush again and his face creased in trepidation that he might be about to receive another ferocious spanking. “Yes, er, Ma’am…” For the life of him he couldn’t remember her name it had escaped his brain completely. “I understand.” He was scared. He’d never been scared before and found he didn’t like the way it felt. He was made to feel like a vulnerable little kid who had no thoughts and no opinions and was just a… He didn’t want to think any more as she held his hand and guided him out to her car. This was an opportunity to run off. He wanted to fight, to protest, to show her he had a mind of his own and wasn’t the type of lad to be pushed around by a woman. However, his throbbing bottom and tearful face and the grip around his arm as he was marched to the car were evidence that this woman was completely in charge and he’d better not mess her around. The consequences for doing so were… incredibly painful. He didn’t even say goodbye to his mother who, although sad to see her son go, knew that he needed some discipline in his life, a discipline which she had been unable to give. ## Patrick was as good as gold during the journey to where ever he was going, mainly due to the fact that he just couldn’t sit comfortably in the car seat as his bottom throbbed so much. The threat of a much more severe punishment had an effect and he remained tight-lipped, desperately attempting, but unsuccessfully, to hold back tears as Miss Goodridge drove him he knew not where. This was how Miss Goodridge operated; her methods were undisclosed though effective. Her customers were only told their child would be away for “however long it took”. Some children reacted quickly to her ‘teaching’ methods, whilst others took more intense training over a longer period. However, the results were always the same, total compliance, total subservience and total control for their parents. Those who went through the ‘Goodridge System’ at the beginning were boys and girls who were growing up knowing their place and how to please others. She never discussed her methods just offered results and that was all any parent was paying for but she did offer the proviso that should she fail then all fees would be refunded without question. She had never yet had to return a fee. However, once the child was restored to its parents there was a list of measures and practices she gave them to continue her good work, thus avoiding any relapse. # Any time the child even thought about becoming confrontational or argumentative, planted in their mind was the command for their bladder and/or bowel to open and deposit whatever was in them into their pants. To prevent public messes, she also instilled in them a love and reliance on thick padding with suitable vinyl protection. So, when they returned to their parents, cowed and submissive, they also wore the defence that would keep them that way. It was strange that nearly every parent loved having their compliant child back in diapers. The super soft thick fabric, together with the soft rustle or crinkle of the chosen pvc panties making them more loving and dependent and that was a renewed and wonderful feeling those parents appreciated. # Miss Goodridge had been recommended to Patrick’s mummy. Well, perhaps not recommended as much as researched by her to try and find an answer to his growing unruliness. Miss Goodridge’s online references were brilliant and contained glowing reports from parents who had sent their troubled offspring to her and received back much improved children. Those reviews had convinced her that perhaps this mysterious lady might be just the answer to her rapidly growing problem. # Sixteen days after Patrick had left with Miss Goodridge he returned a new and improved boy. Perhaps a tiny bit clingy but now well behaved as well as thickly diapered. His manners had greatly improved and, like all her ‘students’, was full of praise for the lady who’d changed his life and made him understand his place in it. As per Miss Goodridge’s instructions, he was to have specific bedtimes, naps and food. TV and video games should be heavily monitored, or better still, banned altogether. Regular hugging and cuddling sessions should always accompany diaper changes as should positive baby talk and applications of baby oil and powder. That sense of touch around the diaper area, together with words of infant style encouragement, would be letting the child know he or she is loved but that comfort is reliant on mummy and daddy. Pacifiers and baby bottles should be used if needed to calm the child should it become agitated in any way. However, for Patrick the main thing was positive reinforcement that he was a sweet little boy who needed his mommy. Miss Goodridge also prescribed a certain dress-code which entailed him wearing diapers and rubber panties, and only those items, as often as possible. Likewise, all parents were told that their little one should never be asked (or allowed) to make a decision, this, in the ‘Goodridge System’, would only add confusion to the child’s mind. How a child was dressed and fed was of course up to the parent but Miss Goodridge advised that colourful, juvenile ensembles worked best for keeping a child engaged and in check, whilst bland food and drink would not fill the child with ‘E’ numbers and sugar. The child was also micro-chipped so that he or she could always be located if they wandered off. Any naughtiness, which she confidently predicted would hardly ever happen, but if it did, needed quick action - a thorough spanking and corner time was advised. They should wear thick, thick diapers around the house as well as for sleeping in and even when out and about his protection should be equally evident. Regular and obvious diaper checks in public were recommended. Patrick needed to know his place and that was as mommy’s sweet obedient little boy. # There was very little left of twelve year-old Patrick’s previous ways. The naughty boy was now more a pliant and happy cherubic two year-old dashing around the house in his crinkly protection. The mischievous pre-teen had been transformed into the sweetest and most loving twelve year-old who didn’t like to stray too far away from his mommy. At times of stress, like going outside, Patrick held on to her hand for dear life. The thick padding offering him the security needed should anything upset him. However, mommy was there to make sure her little boy was safe, secure and that nothing would harm or make him wet or mess his generous fluffy diaper. Yet, from the moment he’d returned home, and even without any family discord, he filled his protection with remarkable regularity. Not that mommy minded, it was like having her sweet little baby back and she was determined to make the most of the time they spent together. He loved his mummy and told her every day, she replied, to his obvious pleasure, that there was nobody cuter than her wonderful little boy... her Baby Patrick. ### p.s. Miss Goodridge was a mysterious woman. Her background was unknown to her present customers and few asked questions because her results were so defining. Also, her no-nonsense exterior meant just that - she wasn’t in the business to make friends; she was there to do a job, which she found demanding but ultimately rewarding. The reason her background was never spoken of was simple, from a very early age she had been brought up to administer pain to earn a living. The Far Eastern ‘family’ to whom she was indentured knew their customers well. A small young girl making demands and ruling her older clientele with a rod of iron (or anything else that came to hand) was something to which a certain affluent elite loved to subject themselves. Sing Lo was one of the few children in that ‘family’ who actually enjoyed her work. The implements of her trade, applied in the precise way, produced some remarkable results that this young girl found inspiring. She loved the suffering, inflicting ‘correction’, applying new techniques, but most of all she loved the power to control people. Now she’s older, and away from the influences of the ‘family’ she found, together with a new country, that her abilities were needed for a whole new, unruly younger generation desperately in need of discipline. So, she adapted her techniques, adopted a superior no-nonsense ‘nanny with attitude’ persona and found that it didn’t take long before the country’s ignorant, self-obsessed, rude and totally wayward youth were being submitted to receive her years of training. Her initial advertisement had simply said. Does your child have an attitude you dislike? Does your child never listen to a word you say? Do you worry about where all this may lead? Worry no more. I have the solution to getting your sweet innocent baby back. Her phone number and ‘rates to be discussed’ were the only other wording but in the first few months she was inundated with requests for help from desperate parents with problem kids. From that very small beginning her reputation and client list grew. Word of mouth was excellent, then the internet poured praise upon her results and now, she is permanently engaged in the betterment of youthful attitudes everywhere. # The ‘Goodridge System’ hasn’t gone un-noticed and is at the top of one particular government department list as a possible deterrent, or the way future punishment for young offenders (and would be offenders) might go. Diapers, binkies and plastic pants would seem a small price to pay to keep the insolence of the young in check and an unruly, defiant youth in a state of permanent dependence. Plans and laws are already being discussed in various secret committees to alter, or even strike down, certain rights (Human and Civil) that might interfere with this process. The discussions continue but the outcome is... inevitable. #######

My name is Caleb Thomas, I grew up in a small town, we had two elementary schools, one middle school and one high school. Since I lived in the south part of town, I went to Ferris Elementry. The other Elementry was on the north side of town was Northern Elementry School. Ferris and Northern both went to Janie Bell Middle school. Janie Bell and kids from other parts of the county went to Booneville High school. Ferris was the smallest school we had a classroom for every grade. Each had about 20 to 25 kids in each grade. Northern had about twice that every year about 75 to 80 kids went to J. Bell as we called it. Those 75 to 80 kids went on to Booneville High plus kids from about 7 other smaller towns making the high school with a student population of about 500 kids over 10th 11th, 12th grades. At Ferris Elementry we had a small stream that ran behind the property. There was a brick wall with fencing about 6 to 7 feet tall to keep kids from playing in the stream. When I was about 8 or 9 years old we had terrible rain storms I mean terrible my mom got us in the car went to drive out of the garage, even with the windshield wipers at full blast, you got about half a second before the windshield was covered in rain so you couldn't see. Mom backed out and drove right back in again. She said if a kid had to walk in this they would drown before ever getting to school. We had one radio station in town and as mom got back int the house they announced that school was canceled for the day. As a kid I felt my heart leap with joy! Mom didn't look too pleased. The next day school was cancelled again we got over 5 inches of rain in the past 24 hours the town was flooded. Today staying home we got to go out and play it was miserable the humidity felt like you was rolling in molasses. We stayed in. By the third day we were back at school. I got to see my best friends. There was Kurt Smith, Morris Bingham and Dick, not Richard Fennington. His parents had actually named him Dick. Mrs. Pennington our teacher always called him Richard, you would hear him say every time it's just Dick! Well there was Kurts older sister Barbara and another girl named Penny. Penny was cool for a girl, she wanted to be a boy, her parents let her. Her dad was a farmer and had no sons only daughters like Her sisters she had to learn to work like a boy. So she became one we guessed, we knew in the back of our mind she was a girl but she didn't act like one. Barbara on the other hand was all girl she was Kurt's older sister by about 2 years she was in 6th grade. Barbara was Beautiful! She had blonde hair, just beautiful. Every time she got around me I could feel my heart just beating in my chest. I liked her, well me and about half the school. The problem was that she knew she was cute and had that I'm so much better than you bitch attitude, it was her way or the highway. If she she said the sky was red and you told her it was blue you just ruined any chance you had with her which was pretty much non existent in the first place. The rains had engorged that stream behind the school that the brick wall with the fence had washed away. The teachers all told us that we weren't allowed to play over there, telling us that, I looked at Penny, Kurt Morris and Dick. We knew where we were headed at recess. We ran to the point where they still had the grounds roped off with that yellow tape they put up at cop shows on TV. You know "Police line do not cross!" This said Caution Do Not Cross. So the police hadn't put it up. If they had they would of arrested you if you crossed it! We saw a grey box just sitting there in the water. It was wood. Now I ducked under the tape and retrieved that grey box. Looking back I should of left the damned thing there. Mrs. Pennington yelled at me for crossing the line. She didn't even notice the box I had retrieved from the water. The bell rang and I stashed the box in the bushes and went in to class. It was weird, it was like the box was calling me, I could see other kids getting close to the bushes but none noticed the box, like Mrs. Pennington hadn't noticed I had retrieved it. I guess that should of been a clue. After school I retrieved the box. Kurt, Morris, Dick, Penny and I went to our club house. Soon Barbara joined us. The box had weird symbals on it carved into the wood. Barbara told us it was Chinese symbals. It didn't look like Chineese to me. Since I had been the one that retrieved it it told me it was an ancient Rune language. You know from Runania I told them, like I knew. Of course I had just ruined any chance I had with Barbara by contradicting her! We opened the box, it was like a hiss as the air from outside went in. The lid on the inside said "Beware these are the Pleasure Curses. Use them wisely and you will live another day. All but one encased in here, is temporary from sunrise to sunrise, only one is permanent and reserved for bad people as a curse. To rid yourself you need to pass the curse on by touching another and that relieves you of your curse. The cursed one can only pass the curse on to another more vile than themself! Now this was written in the same Rune wording that was on the outside but we could read it just the same. The viles had different stoppers. One looked like a nose another like a feather. One was clear and had a yellow liquid that looked like pee in it. I took the one that looked like a feather and sniffed it it was like the most pleasing aroma, like strawberry. Penny smelled the one that looked like a nose. Peppermint she said! Kurt took one that looked like a stick of butter. Morris took one that looked like a scroll of paper. Barbara took the one that was clear and looked like pee inside. Honeysuckle she said as she smelled it. We all smelled it and sure didn't smell like honeysuckle to me it smelled like our corral where we kept our milk cow. It smelled of piss and poop to me. Looking at the bottoms of the viles there was writing, mine said Laughter, it was in the same writing I knew we shouldn't be able to read but we could. Penny's said sneezing. Kurt's was relaxed, we didn't know what that meant. Morris was knowledge. Morris wasn't the best student he could use some knowledge. Barbara's said humbling bedwetting. If your good and your heart is pure, you need not fear this. But if you're evil your cursed!. She said well babies it's time for me to leave I have s date with Tommy tonight. Something you babies know nothing about! And she left. We all smelled the other viles we all agreed that humble bedwetting smelled nothing of honeysuckle. That night my dreams were filled with visions of ancient Rune writing. My dreams got funnier and funnier. I was laughing so hard I wet myself. I awoke to find it was true, I had wet my bed. Instead of being embarrassed I began to laugh, I laughed until my sides hurt. I couldn't stop laughing at the fact I had pissed my bed! My mom heard me laughing and came to investigate. She saw me there laughing sitting in my wet sheets. The look on her face I found comical and began to laugh even more I had tears in my eyes from laughing. She helped me get into the bath and clean me up because I had wet my bed. I finally calmed down and was eating my rice crispies and started laughing at the Snap, Crackle, Pop. My dad spoke, did you hear that Fred lost all his crops they washed away in the that storm last week. This started me laughing anew Fred was our neighbor, him and his family had just been hanging on from season to season from losing their farm, without this years crop they were sure to lose the farm for sure. "What's so damn funny Caleb? Don't you know that they are going to lose their farm now?" I began to laugh even more now. I liked our neighbors, I really did feel sorry for them but all I could do was laugh at their predicament. I had to pee so I ran to the toilet before I wet myself again. That got me laughing about my wet bed this morning. I looked at myself in the mirror. It hit me for the next 24 hours I was to laugh. But i was laughing at all the inappropriate things. Every time I heard something that was bad I laughed! It felt good to laugh but as a kid I knew laughing at inappropriate things could get you punished. Severely punished. I began to laugh at the fact I could get in trouble! My dad was right what the hell was wrong with me. My mom kept me home from school and was taking me to to the doctors to see if I had Tourettes! Penny awoke about day break she began to sneeze at first they were just little sneezes as it got brighter they got so she was really letting them fly. She was sneezing so hard she felt herself leaking small amounts of urine. Her mom came and felt her forehead. No fever she said she gave her a little childrens antihistamine this was in a liquid form and Penny sneezed it all back over her mother right in her face. Sorry mom, I didn't mean to she said between sneezes. The last sneeze jarred her bladder and she peed soaking her bed. Sorry mom was all she said. Her mom kept her home from school. She was taking her to the doctor to find out what she was allergic to. Morris remembered at daybreak he hadn't done his homework he grabbed his book and started doing the math. Within minutes he had finished it and about two or three chapters beyond where they were. Too easy he thought, is it right was his next thought, he checked and double checked it sure enough it was good. There were story books and all kinds of reading material on his bookshelf. He had always wanted to read the Harry Potter stories he began to read The Sorcers Stone. The boy who lived. He had been scared to read a book like this before, he associated thick books with more difficult to read books. Today as he read in his minds eye he could picture everything. It was like the book was talking to him. He was so wrapped up in what he was reading that he didn't even realize he had wet himself, he was so engrossed in the book even when his mom came to get him up he was so into the book that he was on autopilot she took him and bathed him and fed him and dressed him. It was like he was in his own world. What was happening in ours wasn't registering. His mom was proud of him he had never been this interested in a book before. She also knew with him reading like this he could verily easily walk off the stairs or off a cliff even and wouldn't know until he hit the bottom. She decided to keep him home from school for his own safety Kurt awoke and the first feeling he registered was that he had wet he was wet. It had been a couple of years since he had. If the guys found out he was a bedwetter until almost 7 years old he would never live it down. He went to get up and run to the bathroom as if Barbara found out she would tease him for wetting his bed again just like she had when this was a daily occurrence. As he got out of bed he collapsed into a heap. It was like he was paralyzed nothing worked. He told his hand to move and it didn't respond. What the hell he thought then he remembered relaxed his body was totally relaxed. He mumbled mom! His mom came and found him lying on the floor she asked him what was wrong. He mumbled something about relaxed. Mom called an ambulance it was like her son was paralyzed. Her first thought was Polio, he had been given those shots when he was a baby. He even had the smallpox scar on his right shoulder. As the ambulance was on its way she ran to wake up Barbara. She found that Barbara had wet her bed as well. She was concerned as What she got from Kurt was he had wet his bed. And found that he couldn't move. Barbara jumped up like a cat and realized that she had wet her bed. This wasn't her her this was Kurt he was the bedwetter. She went to say that Kurt must of pissed on her somehow last nigh. I don't think so Kurt is paralyzed. The ambulance and paramedics are on their way here to take him to the hospital as we speak. They heard a distant siren that was getting louder with each moment. For God's sake get yourself cleaned up, then come to the hospital your father will pick you up. They loaded Kurt up and took him to Booneville County Hospital. Looking back I kind of still laugh, we were cursed I saw a kid that I knew and shook his hand while at the doctor. Next day I was fine but he was laughing at inappropriate things. Penny's little sister tried to comfort her and was sneezing like Penny. Kurt was relaxed and a kid stole his bracelet from him and next day was paralyzed himself. Kurt was fine by the next morning. Morris bumped into somebody while he had his nose in a book. Next day he was fine but had found a love of reading. Barbara had the permanent curse she was a nightly bedwetter. Kurt was nicer to her than she ever had to him when he was a bedwetter. Barbara did learn one thing from her curse, humility! Even though she was two years older than me we dated and eventully married. I knew she was a bedwetter it didn't matter to me. I had always had a thing for her. She became a news reporter for the local radio station, and one day as she met with one of our state assembly woman they shook hands. That was the last time that Barbara wet her bed. The state Assembly woman, well she kind of fell out of the spotlight we never heard from her again, rumor was she had became a recluse after becoming incontinent. Well the curse was true. Barbara finally met somebody viler than her. This woman was so vile she was leaking in the daytime as well as night. Oh I did get the sneezing one time afterwards, Penny's curse. My son got relaxed and was paralyzed for the day. We just passed it on to somebody else.

Hi there my name is Sable, i’m your average 15 year old girl with long black straight hair a pale complexion and large doe brown eyes, i say average but i’m actually much smaller than you’d expect at 5’4” and around 100 lbs. Though I’m small I’m still very much a well adjusted and responsible teenager. Well that’s what anyone who knew me in person would say but, to be honest i’m anything but. I don’t know when or why but i’ve always had a longing or fascination with diapers, that’s right diapers it’s not just diapers either stuffed animals, pacifiers, bottles, baby toys you name it if it’s infantile i’m drawn to it. My earliest memory of my fascination was when my little sister just turned 1 and I worked up the courage to steal a diaper from her nursery and try it on. I fell in love instantly and I proceeded to wear it for a couple hours and even bring myself to pee in it, after spending probably too long in a wet diaper i changed and threw it away in my bedroom garbage. Yea, you’re probably thinking i was just begging to get caught but, I didn’t know that my Mom had to empty the garbage i thought it would just go away with my 9 year old logic. Needless to say my Mom found the wet diaper in my garbage and proceeded to yell across the house “Sable (omitted middle and last name) why on earth is there a pissed in diaper in your garbage can”! At this point i thought that if i was honest and confessed i would be in serious trouble so i just blushed and repeated that i didn’t know. My mom surprisingly just let it go at this point and didn’t mention it again to my relief. After learning from my mistake i proceeded to steal more of my little sister’s diapers and hide the used ones in a container until mom went to work and dad was in the garage so i could bury them in my sister’s diaper pail. I continued to wear and use diapers on and off for 2 years before i was caught again. This time my mom found where i was hiding my used diapers while she was cleaning she mentioned she smelt the stale urine, however instead of being mad she seemed to be more worried, i her 11 year old daughter was wearing and using her little sisters diapers. She asked whether i was wetting the bed, being bullied at school, or i was depressed of course being me i was still scared to just come out and say my true feelings so, i sealed my lips and refused to answer her; probably making her even more worried. She reluctantly let the subject drop and started hiding my sister’s diapers instead of leaving them out in hopes i wouldn’t wear them anymore. I did stop wearing diapers for a while after that, scared my mom would catch me again until i turned 13 and again had my head filling up again with desire, desire to wear diapers. Now that i was 13 and would occasionally be let to stay home i started getting into my little sister’s diapers again; although she was 5 years old at this point she still wore diapers full time and me being small for my age still had a substantial supply of diapers i could fit into. I was trying to give diapers up at this point though but i loved them so much so i went on the internet to try and find a solution to my problem and looked up “older girls who like to wear diapers,” through this one search i was introduced to the concept of ABDL adult baby diaper lovers. I instantly fell in love with the girls in cute clothes you would be more likely to see on a toddler than an adult and their big smiles behind their pacifiers, through my browsing and increasing interest i came to realize that i am one and the same with these people; i love diapers, stuffed animals, cute babyish clothing, everything about it i loved being “little.” As i became older and was wearing diapers more regularly i became emboldened wearing diapers under my clothes to my grandma’s sunday dinners, to the arcade with my friends, lying around the house when my parents were home, and sleeping in them. I even started to collect more infantile things than just diapers after my long browsing sessions on the internet i fell in love with myriads of cute pacifiers, bottles, footie jammies, and onsies all kinds of things. Being 14 i didn't have access to a credit card and therefore couldn’t buy any of the really infantile things online but i did have an allowance, so i rode my bike to the mall and bought myself some clothes from the junior section occasionally cute sundresses, pink shortalls with cartoon characters on the bib, footie jammies, and i even got baby booties big enough for my feet. When ever i was alone at home i would dress in a diaper my cute “little” clothes and play in my little sisters room with her toys and my stuffed animals. My stealthy play sessions went on for a long time, all the way up to a week after my 15th birthday, it was a friday afternoon during the summer so no school i was in my little sister's room around noon playing doctor and giving my stuffies a check up in a full diaper however i was really quite tired as i was up real late the night before not to mention i ate lunch just a few minutes ago and i ended up actually falling asleep on my sister’s bed. later in the day I was still wearing a wet and messy pampers size 7 diaper, my favorite pink shortalls, and my little mermaid shirt when i was shaken awake by my mom. A lot of emotions ran through me in those few moments of waking; confusion, why am i sleeping in my little sister’s room?, excitement feeling my very full diaper cupping my bottom, dread after realizing that i’m in fact dressed as a little girl in a full diaper in front of my mom, and panic not knowing how to explain myself. I broke down crying, I don’t know what was going through my mom’s head at the time i was far too agitated to make out her thoughts from her face but what i do know is she hugged me, picked me up, carried me to my room sat on my bed with me in her arms still sobbing, and began to hum and rock me until i was calm enough to talk. We had a long talk after i was calmed down, i finally told her everything how wearing diapers, sucking my thumb, dressing like a little girl, being held and cared for it all made me feel so good; so happy. I also happened to confess my (baseless) fears that she’d disown me for wanting to be little or for being gay; yea i didn’t mention earlier but i was very much attracted to girls. I just spoke out one deep secret after the other until for what to me seemed like forever, I was done i finally got everything off my chest. My mom hugged me, she then proceeded to wash all my fears away at once by simply stating “there’s nothing you could ever do that would make me hate you, no matter what i’ll always love you.” Her acceptance and kind loving smile sent me into another crying fit i didn’t know how to process this new feeling i couldn’t describe; eventually after i calmed down again Mom lied me on my back told me to stay put and came back with my little sister’s pampers size 7, baby wipes, and baby powder. I just stayed put like I was told and let Mom proceed to change my diaper for the first time in 13 years. It was amazing such gentle caring affection directed at me and only me, I wanted to start crying again i was so overwhelmed not in a bad way this time but, in the best way. Mom finished changing me, picked me up, and carried me back into my little sister’s room she sat me down and told me and my sister to play and be good while she put dinner on. I took some time to let myself calm down before i let out the biggest most unrestrained smile i think i may have ever made and proceeded to play pretend tea party with my sister and our stuffies. I'm turning 16 in 7 days and Mama said i can have little time all week leading up to my birthday which is a big treat for me; i usually only get to have little time on weekends that Mama doesn’t have work, any other time i want to be little I have to do it alone, which is fine honestly i’m just happy i don’t have to hide it so thoroughly anymore. I didn’t realize at the time but having to always plan ahead and sneak around really took away from the carefree safe feeling i loved so much about being little. I’ve really embraced my little side this past year Mama let my use my weekly allowance to buy cute little things online; I now openly have the biggest collection of pacis, stuffies, babas, and tons and tons of cute clothes; My Mama even buys me adult diapers that fit me so much better and they don’t leak either. I also came out publicly as gay this past school year, I lost some friends sadly but the bonds i still have are much stronger for it and i even made new ones. I decided to tell my bestest friend since kindergarten about my little side and she’s been so very supportive she even sometimes takes the lead and steps in as my mommy when i’m feeling little; i think i might have a bit of a crush on her. Honestly, i feel so great being able to be myself around my friends and family I’m so happy not having to repress and hide my true self all the time. Being me is really the greatest feeling ever. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ This a slight revision of the first story i ever wrote the previous version had a self exploration part to the 13 year old section which in hindsight wasn't something i should have put in even if i was trying to be tame, any at all is no good. I tried to make it a more wholesome by removing any sexual connotation entirely. A lot of this stories main points are based on some of my real life happenings or course most of the ladder half is more fantasy and wish fulfillment than reality but the beginning for instance i really did throw away used diapers in my room's trash can thinking i wouldn't be caught; great job past me! My mother also got really worried about me when she caught me the second time. Anyway i really hope you could find something in my story you enjoyed.

I finished brushing my teeth with the new "sonic" toothbrush that Gloria bought me. I didn't see what was so fancy about it, but I wasn't going to object. The past few days had been amazing. I had been so afraid to tell her my secret.. I had carried it for almost twenty years. How do you tell the woman you just moved in with that you like to wear diapers? I didn't need them, I just liked them. And yet, here I was, standing in our bathroom in a lime green onesie and nothing else, a thick diaper barely hidden by the snap-crotch. Pink plastic peeked out on either side and the bulge was very clearly there. I was still in shock, honestly. I had finally given my tear-stained confession three weeks ago, we'd been dating for a little over two years and had moved in together about a month ago.. and then the packages started appearing. It was more than I could have dreamed. Every day was like Christmas. That night, Gloria had told me that she also had a confession, but it took some courage to work up to as well. She said she'd tell me soon. I swore to myself I'd be as accepting and loving about whatever she had to tell me as she had been for my dark secret.She had told me that she'd be home late tonight, but she expected me to be in the crib when she got home. One of the packages had been an inflatable crib, we blew it up and put it in the master bedroom, in the corner. It stood to my chest, I could crawl through the "bars" easily and climb over it, but there was something wonderful about it. Tonight was going to be my first night sleeping in it, I had no idea if it would actually be comfortable or not, but when I had laid down in it the first time and she stared down at me... I was in heaven. I crawled in through the bars and laid down, hugging my stuffed unicorn tightly. I grabbed the amazingly large paci she'd bought, it was red with a white ring - the package it came in said it was from Germany - and clipped the pacifier clip to my onesie and popped the nipple in my mouth. I laid down to watch a show on my phone, I was madly in love with Steven Universe - I'd seen this episode 3 times already, but it was wonderful. Garnet was so inspiring, how she was who she was regardless of what anyone thought.Just as the episode was finishing and I was singing along with the closing lyrics as best I could around the paci, I heard the front door open."Jackie sweetie, I hope you're in your crib!""I am! I'm a good girl!" I called back, letting the paci dangle on the clip. I climbed to my knees to stare over the crib bars at her, sinking into the inflatable mattress."You are a good girl, you're mommy's good girl," she cooed at me and set my heart aflutter. I knew she wasn't physically attracted to me this way, but this love was just as special. It was still a romantic love, I wouldn't want to share this particular feeling with anyone else on the planet, but it wasn't a sexual love. "Okay, I know I've been holding off on my part of the confession for a while, I wanted to make sure you felt loved and accepted before I spilled my dark secret, too. You need your paci right now," She paused to stroke my hair and pop my paci back in my mouth. I swear there was a glint of light as she tapped the shield, but it had to be my imagination. "There's nothing wrong with you, sweetie. There's nothing wrong with wanting to wear a diaper and sit in a crib, there's nothing wrong with wanting to be taken care of, to be made to feel small and protected. You know that, right?"I nodded, tears forming unbidden in the corners of my eyes. She was saying the words I had been wanting to hear since I was a child. I had always wanted to wear a diaper, I had no idea why. I had asked my mother when I was young, I was 5 or 6, and she had mocked me and told me everyone would make fun of me. She had made me wear one of my little sister's diapers and stood me in front of the mirror, making me wet it while I stared at myself... the whole while she told me that it was wrong for me to want to be a baby, wrong and shameful. I felt the fear and shame grip my heart as I was suddenly 5 years old again in my mind's eye, but Gloria's soft touch brought me back to reality."There's nothing wrong with you," she continued, "I like it when you're Little. You have this innocent sweetness about you that I never knew I wanted. You're so darling and fragile. Your emotions are so close to the surface, your sad, your happy.. and your emotions feel stronger this way. I love it. I love you. I'm happy you trust me enough to share this part of yourself. I'm happy to put you in a diaper and make you my little girl."She sat on the corner of the bed and stared at me, her dark brown eyes shining with love. She smoothed down a wrinkle in her hospital scrubs and pulled the tie out of her auburn hair, letting it fall past her shoulders. I loved it when she let her hair down, she was gorgeous. Gloria was a little heavy set, she had some insecurities around that, but I loved her anyway. We were about the same height but she had a few pounds on me, I was almost too thin, you could count my ribs when I stretched. She also had DD cups to my B cups. Hers wouldn't look good on me though.. and they were amazing on her. People were mean to her a lot about her size, especially her family, but I was always there to help pick up the pieces. It wasn't from a lack of trying on her part, we'd done the same diet together... she just couldn't seem to lose the weight. It actually caused a little bit of static between us, because I lost 15 pounds in a month trying her diet, while she struggled to lose 5. I felt badly for her, not because of how she looked - she was gorgeous to me - but because of how other people made her feel."There's a secret I have kept from you too," she said softly, "It's going to sound stupid, but I swear it's the truth. Everyone I've ever told has left me.. so I've been afraid to tell you. I love you a lot, Jackie." I reached for the paci to tell her I loved her too, but she put a finger to the shield, "Shh.. let me talk. You're too little to talk right now, just listen." The words sent a shiver down my spine. "I'm.. bruja," she said, looking down, "It skips generations in my family... it skipped my mother and grandmother, they thought it was gone forever.. but.. " Gloria looked like she was about to cry. I tried to spit out the paci to console her, but it wouldn't budge... trying to spit it out just led to me sucking on it. "It'll be good for us. I have to get this energy out somehow and this way, you get to experience a little something extra." She stroked my cheek, "You're too little to get out of your crib alone." She said with a smile, and I knew I saw some light on her fingertips this time. "I want to show you we can have fun with this, it's not all bad," she scooted back on our queen-sized bed, "Come to mommy." She held her arms out to me.I had no idea what she was talking about, I had no idea what bruja meant, but I knew I would love her no matter what. I stood up to climb over the inflatable railing of the crib.. but I couldn't. I couldn't lift my leg high enough. Gloria smiled at me."Come on, sweetie, come to mommy," her arms were so inviting, I tried to sit down and crawl through the bars, but I just couldn't. It was like something was stopping me from leaving the crib. I sat back on my diapered butt, confused. Gloria came back to the crib and leaned down, helping me up by my armpits. With her hands under my arms, I was able to swing a leg out of the crib and stand next to her. I tried to ask her how... but I still couldn't talk around the paci, nor could I spit it out. I was actually starting to get a little scared. She pulled me down on top of her on the bed and hugged me. "It's okay sweetie, be a big girl and use your words," she said as she pulled my paci from my lips."Gloria... what just happened?" I asked, my voice thick with fear."I told you sweetie, I'm bruja. A witch. I have the power to make people believe things that aren't true, make it real for them for just a little bit. Actually, I have to. If I don't, I get sick. We're going to find out if using it to make you happy has the same effect on me as... what I normally need to do with it. That's my secret. Do you still love me?""I... wha.. you're a witch? Like seriously? Hocus pocus and broomsticks and all that? That's not real, Gloria. Are you making fun of the secret I shared with you?" Why would she make light of this? I bared a piece of my soul to her. If she couldn't take it seriously... I don't know what I'd do. This wasn't a joke to me.But it didn't look like it was a joke to her either, her lips tightened with hurt and the smile faded from her eyes as she helped me back into the crib. I didn't resist, my emotions were in turmoil."No, Jackie, I'm not making fun of you. This is really hard for me to talk about," she frowned, "Let's assume I'm 100% telling the truth. Would you love me if I were a witch?" She was serious. Completely and totally serious. As I gazed into her gorgeous eyes, I could see the fear of rejection there. That feeling I knew all too well, I had shared my secret before and been mocked. Sharing it with Gloria had been terrifying and painful, but she loved me even though the desire I shared was... ridiculous. I promised myself that I would go into this with love and acceptance, just as she had.. and I was failing."Of course I would still love you." I looked her straight in the eyes and professed my love with all the sincerity I had in my body. I would never do anything to hurt this woman, the first person who ever really saw me for me. A tiny flame of fear kindled in my heart that I was causing her the very pain I was terrified of myself."Do you need to go to the potty?" she asked me, not breaking the eye contact. "A little bit," I confessed. This was a little frustrating, we were having a serious conversation - this wasn't the time to play our Little game. I needed her to know that I was there for her, I didn't want her to hide behind my Little feelings. I wanted her to know that she was loved in equal measure, "but this is serious, Gloria. I don't want to hurt your feelings. I love you deeply, and if you're serious about this, I want you to know that I'm there for you.""Shh," she stroked my cheek and the light was on her fingers again, "You're too little for the potty, use your diaper." I felt a tingle where she touched me, that traced its way down my body... into my diaper."What?" I asked.. and felt that my diaper was growing warm. I put my hand between my legs and felt the padding swelling up under the onesie, "Did I just?""You're too little to stand by yourself," she booped me on the nose and my legs collapsed. I stared up at her from the inflatable mattress of the crib. The glow was still fading from her fingertip.. there was a faint red hue to the light. I tried to stand up but my legs wouldn't listen. I started to panic. I couldn't stand!"Gloria, what's going on? Why can't I stand up?" I couldn't keep the panic from showing in my voice, but she looked completely calm.. the fear was fading from her face, she was Gloria again."Because you're so little, silly. You're just my tiny, little, baby girl. Isn't that what you always wanted? You like being Little.""I do like being Little... are you saying you can take away my bladder control? My ability to walk? You can make me your baby?" I couldn't believe the words that were spilling from my lips, but I could feel that nervous joy growing in my stomach. Butterflies. It was impossible... but I wanted it so badly."Yes, sweetie. How does that make you feel?" She was probing, her tiny core was vulnerable, she was serious about what she was sharing. This... was real. The possibilites were incredibly exciting and terrifying at the same time. But in her question, there was fear. If I responded with fear as well, it would break her."Can.. can I stop you?" I couldn't keep the tremor from my voice entirely, nor could I keep the blush from my cheeks. I didn't honestly know how I wanted her to respond."Do you want to?" There was a touch of sadness in her voice, that fear of rejection. She was placing her secret heart in my hands and hoping against hope that I didn't crush it.I sat on my squishy bottom and thought about the implications of her supposed power. My diaper was warm and comfy and I didn't have to struggle to wet it. It was electric, my heart was pounding in my chest. I had wet a diaper for the first time just two days ago.. it was so hard! I had to imagine I was sitting on the toilet for minutes before I could finally go. Gloria had teased me about it as she changed me. Having her touch me and then just wetting... even if it wasn't magic, it was magical. It was hard to believe.. but it was hard to deny too."No," I grinned, "But.. if I wanted to, could I? Or can you use it as a punishment?""Ohhh, someone wants to be bratty, huh?" A smile spread across her face as well, with a glint of playfulness in her eye. She saw me. Of course she saw me, Gloria knew me better than any other person on the planet. She loved me, despite all my imperfections. She saw me for who I was, in a way that no one ever had before. And she accepted me."Maybe... may I please?" My heart surged in my chest. For some reason, I wanted her to make me Little. I didn't understand the desire, but it felt amazing."Let's see, you already can't get out of your crib, you can't stand up or walk, and you have no bladder control... what else do you want to lose?""Can you take my words?" My pulse was racing, this was too good to be true. If I was dreaming, I didn't want to wake up."If your tantrums get out of control, yes I can. I can render you completely mute or I can leave you with just a few words. Is someone feeling fussy?", Gloria reached forward and pinched my cheek playfully, "I'm going to make a big bottle for you to drink and you're going to drink the whole thing without fuss, right?""No!" I shouted, though I couldn't keep the grin from my face, "I'm not thirsty! I don't want a bottle!" I laid down on the mattress and kicked my feet, flailing my arms, "No no no no no!""Sweet girl," Gloria smiled, "Someone is too little to speak, no words from you." She tapped my forehead with a glowing finger.. and my words were gone."Waaah!" I yelled, finishing my tantrum with a grin. "Yaa!" I giggled and clapped my hands. I had never felt this little before. I was trapped in a crib, in a wet diaper, and I couldn't say a word until my lady love allowed it. I laid down and sucked on my paci and hugged my unicorn while I waited for my bottle. She came back with it and I sat up, reaching for the bottle and opening and closing my hands."Does someone want their bottle now? Is my little princess going to be a good girl?""Aaa," I let the paci drop from my lips and nodded."Drink it all gone, or I'll make you," Gloria smiled. "I expect that diaper to be nice and wet for me. Show me how little you are, princess."The feelings were amazing as I lay back and drained the bottle. Peach water, she had added a sweetener to the cold, cold water. It was delicious. This was my fantasy come true. I didn't have to ask for it, I didn't have to pretend. I really was Gloria's Little this way. I had no choice. There was no shame in something I had no control over. I was completely trapped... and free to enjoy it.And that made it all the sweeter.

“Get back here!” “Nuhuh, can’t catch me!” The Hamilton household was filled with the sound of running and the occasional crash, as the older of the two sisters was desperately trying to catch the younger one, who merrily giggled as she ran away. “Get your soggy bottom here this instant!” Melisa yelled again. “No way! I have important things to do!” Abby yelled back as she dived to the left and avoided her big sisters grasping hands. Melisa, not having caught her prey, lost her balance and ended up crashing in to the couch. This was something of a common occurrence these days, and if Melisa wasn’t currently using all her mental energy to think of ways to punish the mischievous little devil that was her sister, she would have laughed at how incredibly unbelievable it all was. Here she was, running after her 11 year old little sister because the little rascal refused to sit still long enough to get her diaper changed. Once I get my hands on her, I swear, Melisa thought to herself, standing up again. Her little sister had always been a very active girl, and that was due in no small part because of the mild case of ADHD she had, which caused her to become very focused to whatever activity was holding her interest. Being a young, inquisitive child, that unfortunately could mean anything and everything. As a result, Abby had a bad habit sometimes to simply not go to the toilet when she was focusing on something, opting to hold it so that she didn’t have to stop what she was doing. Rarely she even got so focused that she didn’t realise she needed to go in the first place. Whichever the case was, the end result was the same, that is to say, many a pair of pants met an unfortunate and cruel end. This had lasted until about six months ago. When their mother had been cleaning up after another accident, Abby had blurted out “why can’t I just wear diapers then”. Up until that point, their mom had patiently tried to help Abby to not forget to go to the bathroom, and to teach her to take regular breaks even if she didn’t feel the need to go. But hearing the question, their mom had been all too delighted to go along with the idea. “Now, where did she run off to?” Melisa muttered, having lost sight of her little sister. She could not hear any pitter patter of feet, so Abby had probably gone to hiding somewhere. It didn’t help that their house was very large, thanks to two workaholic parents who you couldn’t convince from going to work without the apocalypse happening. That was also the reason why she was having to do this in the first place. With their parents spending a lot of time at their respective workplaces, it was up to Melisa, much to her eternal dismay, to worry about her little sister’s diaper changes whenever their parents weren’t around. As much as she adored her sister’s ability to imitate a hummingbird with her endless energy, it was also a major pain in the butt. “Abby! Get over here!” Melisa yelled, knowing full well it was unlikely to work. She stood still, listening for any sounds. After a while, there was a soft click as someone closed the back door. “Hah, trying to hide outside are you…” Melisa smirked, and quietly exited the house using the front door. With quick steps, she started to circle around the house. Once she reached the backyard, she made sure to stay hidden until she could spot where Abby was, which didn’t take long at all. She had crawled inside one of the bushes surrounding their small pavilion, but it turned out that her red clothes weren’t the best camouflage when surrounded by green. Seeing her opportunity, Melisa approached Abby’s hiding spot from an angle that gave her good cover. She moved slowly but deliberately, like a cat sneaking upon a unsuspecting mouse. Once she got close enough, she took a deep breath, prepared for a moment, then jumped forward, reaching in to the bush. “Abby! Time for your change!” The young girl squealed loudly from surprise as her sister’s hands wrapped around her, pulling her away from her hiding spot. “Eek! Nooo!” “Stop squirming! You can go back to your things once I’m done changing you!” While the diapers had been very helpful at reducing the extra laundry Abby’s occasional accidents caused, the girl still found the idea of having to stop what she was doing for whatever reason very much undesirable. Even today, Melisa had asked her several times if she needed a change, and the answer had been a resolute “no” every time. That is, until Melisa got suspicious, and decided to check her anyway, leading to the current situation. “Nooo, I was so close!” Abby exclaimed in frustration, the notebook she had been drawing on all day left behind inside the bush as Melisa finally dragged her out. “I don’t care. You are going to get changed before you start leaking all over the place. I don’t want to end up cleaning your mess,” Melisa simply said back, taking a good hold of her sister as she started to carry her towards the house. “But...BUT!” Abby pouted, trying to wiggle free from her sister’s grasp. “Ack, stop that before we-” Melisa’s warning came too late, as Abby’s constant moving caused her to misstep, and lose balance. They both let out a gasp as gravity took hold, and they fell on a very unfortunately placed watering can. ******************** “Whatever will I do with the two of you?” the mother of the two sisters asked with a smile. She looked at her two daughters, the older one whose clothes were soaked and were dripping water everywhere, and the younger whose clothes had dirt and some wet spots in them. Both had an equally adorable pout on their face. “Would either of you like to tell me how this happened?” “Sis was being stupid,” Abby grumbled. “You refused to get a change.” “I was almost done with my picture!” “You could have continued later!” “Now now,” their mother sushed, silencing them. “No need for any of that. Why don’t we get you changed, and we can all have ice cream afterwards?” she said to her youngest daughter. “Yes, by all means,” Melisa scoffed. “I’ll just be dripping water here while you two hog the bathroom.” “Oh? Perhaps I should help you first then, hmm?” their mother replied with a teasing smile. “I didn’t realise you needed help to get changed as well,” she continued. “Please, mom, don’t even joke about that,” Melisa replied with an unamused frown, but blushed all the same. ******************** After a nice shower and some very delicious ice cream, Melisa was lying on the couch. The ‘excursion’ with her sister had drained her energy, and she was more than ready to lazy around the rest of the day. However, the sound of crinkling getting closer threatened to spell doom for that idea. The sounds came right next to her, then stopped. Melisa was too lazy to open her eyes, and waited for her sister to say something. “Whatcha want, squirt?” she asked after a moment of silence. “...Here,” Abby somewhat grumpily said. “Hmm?” Melisa opened her eyes and turned to look at what Abby was holding. It was her notebook, with a drawing of a girl on the page Abby was showing. “It’s not finished because you stopped me,” she pouted. Looking at it more closely, she noticed it was her in the picture, dancing in a field of flowers. Some of the flowers hadn’t been colored yet, and the tree on the background was likewise only half done. Under the drawing were the words “best sis”. “Hmph,” Melisa snorted and smiled. “I think it’s perfect,” she said, tousling her sister’s hair, who grinned happily after a moment. This was a commissioned story. If you want to commission me, you can go here. Hopefully you enjoyed the story.

As some of you know, Pudding and I were on vacation last week. And vacations are fun and all, but we had NO writing time! So on the plane ride home we decided to write a short story. This one has been up on our Patreon since last week, but we want to share it with DD as well. Please consider supporting us on our Patreon! We also do commissions now! Enjoy! ~Sophie --------------------------------- Sissy In The Sky With Diapers by: Sophie & Pudding “Oh you’re making too much of a fuss about it, Sunny.” His face still screwed up when I called him that, despite the fact I’d been doing it for over a year now. Sunny just had a much nicer ring to it than Sonnet, and with the way our dynamic had developed it was only a natural progression. He shifted uncomfortably in the seat, slinking down into himself, and picking at the tips of his tangerine painted nails and puffed out his similarly glossed lips. It was just a plane full of five hundred people - what was the big deal? “This isn’t fair,” I said again. It was all I’d said for the past hour, until Luna dragged me onto the plane and plopped me down in the window seat. This past year with her was... well, it was an amazing experience. But this was our first vacation together, and she it made clear before we left the house: it would be unlike anything we had ever done. “If it were fair, we wouldn’t be having any fun now would we?” I leaned over and kissed his cheek, using the gesture to slip my hand down the front of his jeans - my jeans, really, that I’d had him wearing for weeks now - and brush my hand over the front of the silken garment I’d coerced him to wear out of the house. He was so damn cute in silk panties, squirming. If he thought this was bad, he had no idea how much more exciting I was going to make it! I always liked dressing like a girl. It was just one of those things. In high school, I hated it. And in college, I was ambivalent. But this past year, since Luna found out... well I had the opportunity to really enjoy it, without the shame and guilt. And the funny thing was, Luna loved it too! She always had a really strong maternal side, eager to take care of the men in her life. We completed each other, as cliche as it was. And I was just so happy. Or rather, happy when I could hide myself behind the walls of my apartment. Days like this, when Luna put her foot down and dressed me up to go outside, I was all nerves... “You look really cute you know, though I think you’d be a lot cuter in what I’m wearing now.” Which meant a lot of things: the strappy little sundress, cute tights, and lace bracelets. It meant a bra that made it look like my poor under-endowed chest was anything other than modest, and it meant something else I was wearing in place of panties. A garment that I had every intention of transposing upon my little pretty boy. “We need to go to the bathroom.” We. Yes. We hadn’t been in the air more than ten minutes and I was already so embarrassed that I wouldn’t look up from my feet. Any smart person would have thought Luna’s comment about my being cute in her clothes was harmless, but it was anything but. And as if fate was on her side, the seatbelt light turned off only a second later. She pulled me out of the seat and I tugged her back to sit down. “You want to make a scene?” she whispered at me, and I looked around to find a few people staring. My stomach sank and I followed my girlfriend shyly to the restroom. I practically skipped. Sunny dragged his feet. It was a good analogy for the way we approached our dynamic - I was attracted to his shyness and pretty face, and he was attracted to my carefree confidence... and my pretty face. I opened the door to the cramped little restroom and shoved him inside roughly enough for anybody around to look up and investigate. Before they could, I’d closed the door behind the two of us and pinned his back to the mirror with the force of my lips alone. Spider and prey. Luna and I were the same height, but on days like this, when I wore her panties and jeans, she always wore heels to give herself the advantage. When we kissed, I had to look up. She held my chin to look at her. I tasted her strawberry lip gloss and my eyes fluttered closed. Wow... It was tight and awkward in the bathroom, tiny and oddly shaped, but neither of us were very big anyway, though I was essentially a girl shaped storm. I unbuttoned the jeans he wore, made sure to pull them down to his thighs, made sure when I did it I was standing behind him and he could see himself in the mirror in my peach colored panties. Be blushed. I bit his neck. This was going to be so much fun. Luna’s teeth sunk into my neck and left a small purple mark. That I belonged to her. She would leave hickeys on my neck whenever she felt possessive, and I could never once stop her. I saw in the mirror as her hand drifted over the waistband of my peach panties and I gasped. Mm... “Luna...” “Miss Luna,” I corrected him, and ran my fingers up the front of his panties when I said it to silence any arguments. Nice and smooth, because I made him tuck the way I learned about online. Smooth like a girl. My fingers pressed and pushed and I whispered in his ear. “You keep saying you’re a boy, Sunny, but I don’t feel anything here at all...” One nice side effect was that when I teased him and taunted him, his taped down boyhood would leak between his legs. And I’d tease him more for “getting wet”. “I am a boy, Miss Luna,” I muttered quietly, less sure of myself every day I spent with her. I could live full time as her sissy boy if I wanted. But the idea of going to work like that terrified me. Or what if my brother found out! No, this was private. Private between me and her, and... 500 passengers on the plan. She pushed between my legs and I whimpered. Her touch always felt amazing. “You don’t feel like a boy to me... maybe you’re just confused, Sunny? Maybe you need help seeing what I see?” I moved my hand up his hips to the cute little pastel top I’d had him wear - androgynous enough without a bra underneath anyway - and I tugged it up up over his tummy, up over his nipples. “When we get to the island, we’re going to get your tummy pierced.” I ran a finger around his navel as I spoke. “And get you some pretty bikini tan lines that no boy would ever have...” “Miss Luna, please don’t... I have a meeting next Monday, if anybody...” My voice trailed off into awkward whines. Was she serious? It was impossible to tell with her. I would wait until either my belly button was pierced or I was on the plane home. A whole week of this... her constant teasing... could she keep this up for that long? “Please, Miss Luna. I’ll be good.” “A good what?” Oh man, was I embarrassed. The boy in the mirror, in his tight panties, his revealing nipples, and round, pink cheeks... I sure didn’t look like a boy... “A good girl, Miss Luna...” “God I love you, you little airhead.” I pulled the top up over his head and dropped it adjacent to the sink, leaving him in only his panties, standing in front the mirror from which he couldn’t escape. “Do you want to wear my dress, Sunny? Do you want to be allowed to wear my dress and walk back out into the plane, walk allllll the way back to our seats where everybody will see and know what a little sissy you are?” My words weren’t malicious. I knew what worked for his long denied and tortured libido. I looked at her eyes, milky brown and shining with excitement. And I was so nervous. Walking back down that aisle, everyone gawking, calling me a sissy girl, and all the humiliation that went along with it. Automatically, before the consequences could form in my mind, I had already agreed. “Yes Miss Luna. Please may I wear your pretty dress, even though everyone will see me?” “Tell me what you like about it. Tell me your favorite things about it.” I was taller than he was with the grace of my heels and I made sure to stand behind him while I spoke, using his body facing the mirror to obscure mine. There were secrets beneath this dress that he needed to be kept from knowing until the dress was off my dainty shoulders and settled down on his. “It’s.. pink and feminine. Unmistakably. And only a girl would wear something like that. I like the straps and the frill at the bottom and how it accentuates your breasts even though I don’t have any and... and it’s yours and I want to dress like you Miss Luna. Please...” He took my breath away, he really did. We always described this as something we did for him, but it would be a bald faced lie to say I didn’t love it. I took his hand with his painted nails that the gate agent had stared at on the way in, and guided it to his borrowed panties. “Just like I showed you, one finger right down between, touch your cunny, Sunny.” To inspire him to do just that, to rub his restrained boyhood like a girl, I began to pull the dress off the top of my head behind him, revealing the bra that he’d soon be wearing. One finger, exactly where she told me to. A special spot where girls liked to be touched. It took me a little while to figure out the right thing to do, but I had months of practice. I pushed and rubbed with only my index finger against the satin, dampened panties. I was so distracted, I never even noticed Luna undressing. The first time he noticed me was when I needed his arm to push through the strap of the bra, but before he could complain about it I directed him to continue his touching. And he did. Eyes fixated on his chest as the padded bra cupped his soft skin and shaped what wasn’t there into the illusion that something was. I tugged taut, made sure he could feel it, clasped the hooks and let it snap against his lower back. Boys didn’t wear bras. Ergo, he wasn’t a boy. His eyes were more interested in his lace cupped chest than they even were in my naked one. So sexy. The dress would be next, and then something very new. Something I’d yet to share with him. My breathing was heavy and uneven. Every few moments, I would close my eyes and imagine Luna on her knees, with her lips around my... I bit my lip and shook my head. I was a girl. Her girl. She would never get on her knees for me, and she would never put her lips on a part of me that I didn’t have. The admission that my manhood was not only locked away, but gone, was… overwhelming. My orange satin panties were dark between my legs. I dropped the dress over his head. I pulled down his borrowed jeans. I left his panties for a moment longer and then tugged those down, too, breaking the spell of his touching with firm words. “You made these so wet, Sunny, soaking wet with Sunny’s cunny hunny, you must be such a girl, girls get wet and the wetter they are the more girly they are. I bet you wanna get even wetter, don’t you?” Even if he could have seen me from his angle, I doubt his unfocused eyes would even have noticed that I was wearing a diaper. A diaper damp and warm with my own arousal. A diaper I’d be making him wear in only a few more moments. “Mm..” Luna took me by the chin and looked into my eyes. I was still shy, but tempered to her words. One strong swing and she could shatter me. And that’s exactly what she did. “Uh huh, wetter, more girly...” I didn’t know how much the fact I had broader hips and bubblier butt would impact the taping job I’d done on myself when I pulled the diaper up his legs. But his thighs were thicker and his waist was enough for it to be a remarkably snug fit. And enough for me to tease him about. “It fits so well, you must be becoming more like me, Sunny, more of a sissy and less of a boy, a cushy bubbly behind and pretty hips for all the boys to stare at.” I knew he liked that. I knew he didn’t have any attraction to guys, but he was thoroughly smitten with the idea of them objectifying him. Wanting to have him. Defile him. I was sparing when I pulled that string because I didn’t want to wear out the note. Besides, I had more to go on now. “You’re so girly and wet that you need this, you need proper panties to soak up all your girlish hunny, don’t you?” A... diaper? I didn’t understand. She was wearing only a moment before, but with some tight wiggling, managed to slip it off her hips. But why was she wearing it at all? Why did she slide it up my legs, and why did she try so hard to pull it into place on me? I didn’t wear diapers. I didn’t need a diaper! On instinct, before the thought even came to my mouth, my hands tried to undo the tapes. It only barely fit anyway. Obviously she made a mistake. I took his hand and moved it from the tapes to down lower. I pushed - helped him feel that he could still touch himself like a girl - and made a very clear distinction. “You’re a lusty little slut, my airheaded little sissy. Far too wet for grown up panties. The wetter you are, the girlier you are. How girly can you be? How much of a sissy will you be for me, Sunny?” I let his hand go. Let him run his course. I was completely naked in front of him. Even after a year, Luna’s body was a work of art. Small and simple. Subtle curves. Almost plain, if she wasn’t so radiant, like an angel. Almost childish, if you couldn’t see past her hairless skin and into her mischievous eyes. Luna made me stop in my tracks when she was fully undressed, and she knew it. Her lips touched mine. Softly. Testing me. Waiting for me to make a decision. Her, or a diaper. What was more important? What did I want to focus on? I kissed her back and touched the soft plastic between my legs. “If you’re not rubbing hard enough for me to hear you crinkle like a a fairy, I’ll stop kissing you.” There was nothing romantic about the plane bathroom. Nothing romantic about the way he pushed me back onto the commode once my kisses had combined enough with his touching and made him passionate and wanton. But it didn’t matter about the venue, because we were the very essence of romance itself. A knock on the door brought me out of my stupor and I blushed furiously. I had been grinding my padded crotch into my girlfriend’s knee when it happened. And worse yet, she pushed me off and started getting dressed. “Wait, wait!” I whispered. “Please, Miss Luna, don’t stop now, please!” But she had already pulled on my wet panties and tight jeans. This... this wasn’t fair!! He was still whiny when I pulled him out of the bathroom. While I adored the way the traveler eager to use the restroom looked at us, Sunny looked mortified. Good. In his new dress; the first of many, and his diaper; the first of many, and his bra; a new norm, he was pretty enough to eat up. That would have to wait until we got back to our hotel, though. I sat down in my seat by the window, feeling the stares and whispers of the passengers. Was my dress too short? Had the tights bunched up? Or did I crinkle when I walked? Did they know I was wearing a diaper? Were they laughing at the sissy boy, or the baby sissy boy? I was almost in tears when Luna leaned in and kissed me on the forehead. “Shh,” she told me. “You’re my good little girl. They don’t matter. You’ll be getting the reward tonight, not them.” Her words warmed my heart and I pushed my face into her chest just as she put her palm on the front of my dress, crinkling the ill-fitted diaper. “And the wetter you are when we get to the hotel, the better the reward.” The wetter I was? Well... I could think of a few ways...

Regressed Day 1 So, here I am, sitting at my computer wearing nothing but a thick diaper and plastic pants. “Why would any sane person dress like that?” you might ask, and that is a difficult question because I have no idea where the original thought came from. It must have something to do with trying to research an article online that I was preparing to write. I was new to the magazine and wanted to prove myself. So, I was looking for something crazy, something my editor would love and something the readers could feel superior about so, something definitely a bit sexual, kinky and creepy. I was checking through various fetish sites: ‘Adult Baby’ and ‘Diaper Lovers’ seemed a bizarre subject for me to get my junior journalistic teeth into. I was amazed at just how many ‘weird but normal’ people seemed to be into this particular ‘thing’ and thought I could have some fun with the subject at their expense. Why I chose this particular theme I’m not sure as it horrified me; adults parading around in diapers and doing stuff in them, definitely not what I’d call fun. However, as I looked into it more and more it appeared to be a topic with ‘promise’ and I became fascinated with the images and stories. # Day 4 Over the past few days the thought to purchase and wear this ‘infantalistic’ clothing has grown. In fact, I think it is fair to say that the idea seems to have overtaken any other thoughts in my head. Every time I see an image of someone wearing a diaper, I see my face smiling, or gurgling or sucking on a pacifier. It’s creepy and yet…? At night my dreams are full of these images of me playing, coloring, building bricks high or just lying in a crib with toys, stuffed animals and feeling nothing but… peace. When I wake up I’m happy and smiling but when I’m fully awake a chill runs through my body, which leaves me wondering why this subject is having such an effect. Yesterday I found myself at the drugstore buying adult diapers and I have absolutely no recollection of even driving there. My only real memory is carrying the huge plastic pack back to my car and feeling happy. Yes HAPPY and… pleased with myself. Again I’m not sure why but I suppose I was glad that I now had my own diapers and a couple of pairs of plastic pants to keep me dry. On returning home I just tossed the bundle into the back of the closet wondering why I’d just bought such items and telling myself that I was a being very ‘naughty’ and that I’d return it all in the morning. However, since then, some mornings I wake up and find I’m wearing nothing but a diaper and have no recollection of actually putting it on. # Day 7 Where and when I first got the idea of wearing a diaper instead of my usual underwear I’m not sure but here I am wearing them all the time; around the house and when I go to bed. In fact, I seem very happy wearing them and I can’t think of a time when I didn’t. Those first couple of occasions it all felt very strange; the bulk and the obvious bulge I was sure were very noticeable. The crinkling of the plastic I was sure would attract attention but to me it seemed magical. Thankfully, after just a few trips out in the car to the store or wondering around the city wearing them under a pair of shorts (I’d more or less stopped wearing jeans because they seemed just too adult) it all felt… wonderfully normal. If anyone noticed they don’t say anything so, it doesn’t seem to matter that much because I really did like the idea, as well as the feelings of… of… happiness… that this change in clothing gives me. Day 8 They give me a feeling of being fortunate, of being loved; of security… they give me a feeling of being me. Since I left home a couple of years ago my mummy and daddy… er, I mean mom and dad (why I used those childish terms I’m not sure) have er, erm, umm… what was I going to say? Sorry, my mind seems to be doing that more and more, I sort of lose my train of thought and the only way I can get it back is by visiting the site. Never mind. “Daddy… daddy… dada…” What the hell is going on? # Day 9 Why am I acting so strangely? I need to work and finish this feature and get back to normality as soon as possible. I look down at myself and the plastic pants feel tight around my waist and legs. I can see the outline of Disney characters on my diaper and all is forgotten because I’m filled with joy and happiness that I have them with me and work is the last thing I want to do. I want to play. I search the room for my best friend Timmy my teddy bear. As always he’s never far away and I reach out and give him a hug and a squeeze, whilst the feel of his soft fur against my naked skin sends messages of contentment to my brain. I sit him on top of my diaper and bounce him up and down; he’s such a silly bear. For a brief moment the feeling of ecstasy passes and I continue my research on ‘Disgusting Diaper Dudes”, that’s the title of my article, but as I look at the document on the computer, other than the title and my name, I appear to have written nothing… and yet… I feel I’ve been researching and writing the article for ages. I’m beginning to doubt my sanity. # Day 11 Where can all my work be? I’m sure I’ve typed thousands of words on the subject, but looking at my history on the toolbar, I have returned to the same ABDL page often. In fact, when I look more carefully, REGRESS is the only site I’ve looked at in the past few weeks. I’m sitting looking at the screen wondering what’s going on. Rubbing the slippery front of my plastic pants and wiggling my toes in the soft carpet. I feel my bottom lip trembling because I don’t have anyone else to play with and a huge gulp of sadness is rising up from my tummy. Timmy is held tightly in one hand, whilst my thumb is in my mouth and I am sucking and trying to think at the same time. Thinking is hard and I feel my eyes getting heavy as I try to stay awake and close the site once and for all. I hug Timmy even tighter and begin to sniffle, I don’t know what’s happening and I want my mommy. # Day 13 My diaper is thicker and more contented than ever and I feel so happy sitting on the floor with my legs outstretched, I chuckle because I couldn’t close my legs even if I wanted to. As I crawl around I’ve never noticed it before but there appears to be some soft relaxing music somewhere in the background, it’s from the computer and I can just about make out a soothing voice telling me it is OK to relax. The sounds and the words now flit through my mind; sleep, forget, enjoy, regress, suck, relax, wet… As my eyes close a feeling of utter euphoria engulfs me. I giggle because there’s this nice tingling running around my body and into my diaper. All I can hear is that soft, gentle music and those calming, encouraging words telling me that all is well and soon I’ll have no more worries. With my diaper tightly hugging my groin making me feel safe and snug, my thumb offering equal soothing qualities as I suck on it, I drift off. I can feel a warmth grow in my diaper as I let loose and wet myself but I am comfortable, reassured, pacified and… happy and I… Day 14 “regression complete” ***************** Subject Number 20012, Male, Age 23, Collection and clean-up party mobilised. Delivery as Dispatch Number 7773, address as shown on invoice. Special requests: Subject to only wear - pink diaper, pink plastic pants, pink pacifier. * Thank you for your custom * Regression Services Inc * All operatives please note – owing to successful completion of our first year in business we can now offer new increased premium incentives for all future subjects. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Author's Note: Set in England in the recent past, an minor aristocratic family has a rather odd approach to potty training. My first attempt at a diaper story, I hope to keep it short, sweet, and slightly funny. Chapter One I feel, dear reader, that I must bring you up to speed. It has often been observed by our own sort, but more frequently (and, rather obviously) by our observers, that the landed gentry develop idiosyncratic ways. Cooped up, as they often are, in drafty old houses miles from even a mere whiff of civilisation, bizarre microcosms of humanity begin to form. This of course was compounded before the advent of the motorcar, so the prospect of reprieve was so distant that complete acceptance of their lot was pretty much guaranteed. Some formed little languages of their own - I once spent a summer in a Tudor dump up north where the word "peach" was used for so many things I could barely keep track. One of my distant uncles, I'm reliably informed by the man in the pub, started a tradition of shooting at funny shaped clouds every morning at five o'clock. More shockingly, the Preston-Barts in Hampshire are Catholic. Our family, however, is perhaps the most peculiar of them all (N.B. - ought that to be perculairest? Look up later.). Since around about the mid 17th Century - no one is quite sure of the date - almost all of our family have returned to nappies pretty sharpish after they were so unjustly taken from us. Indeed, so common is this circumstance that when the 6th Baronet demolished the family home to rebuild it in the Georgian style, he neglected to add any toilets. Of course, the attempt to potty train is still made, although the lack of alternative facilities makes this really part of the whole dance. I was around five when I was taken out of nappies in the day, and about six when I was taken out of them at night. I was soon whisked off to school, and, only returning to the old place a few times a year, was mostly using the W of C as one might expect. I did still, however, wet the bed, perhaps once or twice a week, but by summer term of my second year, that too subsided. A few cycles of the heavens later, as that chap from Greece might have said, I was facing a rather long stretch in the house over summer. My father usually took us off to Italy in the nicer months, but having lost a fair bit on a rather extravagant bet involving a friendly game of chess and an absurd amount of rice, it was safe to say he didn't have the oomph that particular year. So, at they joyful age of 12, I was stuck in that rotten place with no one near my age except my older sister, Ethel. Ethel had just turned eighteen, and was ghastly. Although I'm not certain what exactly a ghast is like, she was certainly like one. So it was that one morning about two weeks into my incarceration that I was lying on my stomach in the drawing room pretending to practice my Latin grammar, when really drawing rather vicious caricatures of my house masters at school. Ethel was curled up in an armchair reading "The Arabic Princess" and padded up to the nines in nappies. She had only spent about a year out of them, as it happens, at age fourteen, and was dreadfully engrossed in her book; made even more apparent by the growing wet patch between her legs. As I lay there attempting to recall the precise shape and nature of Mr Mulch's nose, I suddenly felt as though a small switch had been flicked in my brain. I couldn't tell then what the switch was controlling, but rather soon it made itself very clear. I noticed, one rapidly after the other, a pressure in my bladder and bowels. I very quickly filled my underwear with those respective contents, continuing to examine the visual faculties of noses as I did so. Now, it wasn't as though it had snuck up on me, as it does when one wets the bed, nor was it that I had made a conscious effort to empty myself, but more that I simply no longer cared. Ethel, ghastly as ever, didn't notice my change in state, but to be fair, I barely did either. It wasn't until mother came in to call us for lunch that I was discovered. Mother squealed in delight - "I knew you'd come round, dear. Let's pop upstairs, shall we?". I was, waddling slightly, led up to my room, where, after asking the maid for supplies, mother and I opened my chest of drawers and formed a pile of my underwear on the bedspread. "I shan't expect I'll be needing these anymore," I informed her with a hint of triumph in my voice. The maid soon returned with supplies - a vast quantity of nappies, talcum powder and flannels, a changing mat and waterproof mattress cover - and took away my underwear to be disposed of. I was thereafter changed into a nappy for the first time in six years, and followed mother down to lunch. Chapter Two A decade later, at the ripe old age of twenty-two, brings us up to just before now. I was rattling up the drive in my new car, pretty chuffed with the world. I shifted my weight in my soaked nappy as I changed gear, and felt thankful for the modern marvel of synthetic leather - I'd had the car reupholstered in it, by the same chaps in Florence who make our changing mats. Much had changed in the intervening ten years, although mostly along the obvious path, but not so much re: the nappy situation, although no one would really expect it to. I did relatively well in my schooling exams, and went up to Oxford to read Art History. Never had much trouble about the choice of underwear, but then again my family's habit was well known even amongst those who didn't know me, and so it was let slide. After all, Peeker Preston-Barts was a Catholic! So I graduated with a Third Class Honours, which was to be expected, and spent a while hanging around Europe. It was there I met a corker of a woman - Cherry Otherington. You see, it wasn't just an overfull nappy that accompanied me up the drive, but the delight that was Cherry herself. I'm not one for gushing, but she was certainly very pretty. Not particularly tall - definitely not in the vein of a Michelangelo - but if I were to stretch the sculptural analogy, much more suited to a bust, if you hop on my drift. A small blonde bob topped the whole thing off, like a... Well, like a cherry, I suppose. We pulled up outside the house and the footmen, a fair number of them new, scurried away our luggage, and, shortly, the car. Mother met us over the threshold, beaming. "I hope you had a pleasant journey," she said, "and you must be Cherry, oh how lovely it is to meet you at last!". "It's lovely to see you too, Ma," I failed to reply. "Now," she continued, "We're just about to serve tea in the conservatory; do either of you need a change?" Cherry, after a flash of bemusement sent my way, diplomatically replied, "No, I think these clothes will be fine 'til the evening, if that's alright with you?". "Don't be silly!" Mother replied, "Do you need to change your nappy? - I know I do, I was just too excited waiting for you!". A further and more intense glance of bemusement was pinged my way, this time by both women; a veritable barrage of pinging. "Oh I know this old chap does," Cherry returned, "But I have been free from nappies since I was about four, thank you." "Well I'm not sure I would call it a freedom, Cherry, but you might struggle here. This house is rather lacking in the way of toilets. I imagined my son would have informed you!" Mother batted back, her English temperament almost straining at the leash. "I'm sure I'll be fine," my corker replied, before finally turning her attention to me, "Come on, you need a change though, don't you? Let's get that sorted and then come down for tea." The situation not so much de-escalted as hovering in mid air, we moved toward the staircase, and I let my soon to be removed nappy fill with poo. Mother briskly, although with slightly apart legs, called a maid for assistance in a ground-floor changing room. Once upstairs, like a cheap tailor, I attempted to patch things up with Cherry. "Look here," I said, as she removed my filled nappy, "I don't want you and Mother getting off on the wrong foot, but you should be alright with the lack of toilets; there's one in the gamekeeper's cottage at the back of the south garden." "Oh thank you, darling," she replied whilst applying copious amounts of talcum powder, "but I think I shall be alright until tomorrow." She patted my now fresh nappy and handed me my trousers, after which we made our way back down the staircase at to tea. The rest of the day passed rather smoothly - I took a brief leave to change Ethel, now slightly less ghastly, as she was as ever engrossed in a book and demanded not to be disturbed. Dinner was tremendous - the wine flowed much as wine does when it does flow - and we were all, I dare say, getting pretty squiffy in the drawing room at around ten. Cherry, due perhaps to her non-Michaelangelo stature, was really rather drunk, and so took some herbal tea to sober up. Ethel, having finished her book, was now repeating the entire plot to an audience who were so un-captive that 'bored out of their sculls' would hardly cut it. Cherry, after sitting quiet for a while and appearing as though she was gently dodging invisible fish, leaned over and whispered in my ear. "I say, I've just had the most peculiar sensation - like a switch being flicked!". No sooner as she had finished speaking, the sound well known in our house - that of a stream of pee against the enameled floor - gently lifted itself through the air. "Darling," she continued with no hint of sorrow, "I think I've had an accident". I do mean to continue this, but, If I don't, I hope that was satisfactory. Comments appreciated.

I haven't written much as of late, real life being the bitch that it is, but I've had some ideas for shorter stories that I've been wanting to explore. Finally, when I had a little time on my hands, I decided to try one out. What follows is the entirety of the story. There won't be any more added to it in the future. Take note: I didn't do much editing or proofreading on the story...I simply wanted to sit down, type it out and walk away. I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors or otherwise. Enjoy! She could’ve sworn that she just saw the minute hand of the clock go backwards. Or, more likely, she was just that bored. She didn’t need to be here today. She knew this material. Unlike the other imbeciles that sat around her, she studied her notes and read ahead in the chapter. Not only was she ready for the test, but she felt like she could be the one in the front of the class right now, writing things on the blackboard. College life was important to her, but that didn’t mean that she enjoyed it. She simply wanted to succeed in life. In order to that, or so she had been told her entire life, was to go to college and get a piece of paper saying that she was worth slightly more than if she didn’t have a piece of paper. This was just a stepping stone. She could do this with her eyes closed. She was bored. She was bored all the time. Classes aside, the entire college experience was boring to her. A social life was of little use to her, and the very idea of being trapped in a party with all of the loud music and drunk kids repulsed her. She had considered getting a job; at least then she’d be making some money while toiling away at some menial task. Money wasn’t something she was necessarily in need of for now though, thanks to Daddy’s wallet. There were times she resented having the road ahead of her paved in gold with his money. There were other times, though, where she gladly took it…considering that she never really got little else from him. She shifted in her seat slightly, as she had found herself pondering the hardness of the desk chair. This brought her attention to something else entirely, as her bottom seemed to glide over a slight bulge between her legs. She smiled. This was her entertainment. It had started, as most things do, on a small scale. As long as the world around her was going to be so boring, that didn’t mean that she couldn’t do little things here and there to enhance her experience of it. On a whim one day, she decided not to wear her panties for an entire day. All day she walked around in her pants, taking a little joy from the idea that nobody around her knew that she was without panties. She would escalate it, wearing a skirt without panties. It required a little more care in her movements, but this only provided a greater thrill. When that had run its course, she decided to find other things to entertain herself with; small challenges that kept her in her own little world. She had come to experiment with remote-control vibrators and butt plugs, finding that blending public sexual expression with the risk of humiliation was exactly what she needed to get herself through the next few years. It was an accident, pun intended, in which she discovered what she had considered the goldmine of her self-entertainment. One night, she opted to go for a walk to the grocery store to pick up a few odds and ends for her apartment. It was only a 15 minute walk, but there were times when she was just in the mood to stretch it out a little, this being one of them, and she decided to take the long way – adding another 15 minutes to her walk time. During the walk, she was suddenly hit by the urge to pee. This sort of thing happened from time to time on her walks, but it was never of much concern to her since she could usually just use the restroom at the store when she got there. But seeing as how this was the long way, and her urges were a little stronger than usual, her mind began to mull over a few things. What if…she didn’t use the restroom at the grocery store? She walked a little farther. What would that mean? Well, she’d have to wait until she got home. However, that might be a while, and she had to go now. What if she took the long way home, she considered. It was a devious thought, but she was still trying to feel out what it was she wanted to do. She liked the idea of putting herself at risk of having an accident in her pants in public. What she wasn’t as sure about was the idea of actually having an accident in her pants in public when she wasn’t ready for it. Walking around the grocery store in pissed jeans was a sure-fire way to ensure that she was known as College Piss-Girl from now until she graduated. What she needed was a way to put herself at risk of peeing her pants in public without having to worry about what would happen if she actually did piss herself. There was an option, of course. Diapers. Not only were those the exact answer to her dilemma, but they might have actually been a little hotter than just pissing in her jeans outright. There she was, little college girl, walking around in diapers under her clothes…maybe even pissing them, while nobody knew the better. In class, now, she had come a long way since buying her first pack of diapers from the grocery store a few months ago. She wore them often now, especially to class where she was free to wet herself in little spurts through-out her classes, gradually saturating her diaper while everyone mindlessly scribbled notes or texted each other on their phones. A thought had come to mind recently, and it had inserted itself into her brain in a way that she just couldn’t ignore. It was the kind of thought that kept coming back, stronger and stronger. Everytime she brushed it off as being silly or impossible, it’d come back again, forcing her to reconsider it. The thought? What if she did more than just wet herself during class? She had done some experimenting with her diapers, of course. She had wet them hundreds of times. She wet them when she wore nothing except for her diapers, watching in the mirror. She wet them while walking. She had wet them while studying. She had wet them while buying shoes. She knew she could wet diapers on demand. Messing her diapers, that was a little tougher, but it was something she desperately wanted to do. And she did. Over and over, mostly in the privacy of her apartment (with the exception of once while on a nice long walk back from the grocery store) she had messed her diapers, taking immense joy in the humiliating sexual release that came from acting like an overgrown toddler with a droopy diaper. This was a far more dangerous proposal. Messing her diaper while in class, with everyone around her, was not like wetting herself. When she wet her diapers in class, nobody knew. Even in the rare occasion that she could smell her own wet diaper, she knew that the rest of the class seemed oblivious to it. Messing herself was a sure fire way to bring unwanted attention to herself. People would know, and they would smell it. IN fact, the very act of messing her diaper might arouse suspicion. How does one simply sit there and force a big load into their diapers? A grunt could slip from her mouth, or she may unconsciously have to awkwardly lift her diapered bum from the seat to allow room for her load to fill the diaper. At least if it was just the smell, there was a good chance that people might not suspect that it was coming from her. She had thought about it for days and she had looked at the situation from every angle possible. There just didn’t seem to be any way for her to do it without causing the entire classroom to become aware of what she had done. The thought persisted, though, and the fantasy of the act became stronger and stronger, filling her thoughts while she lazily daydreamed in class. Every day, she thought about it and considered it. There were a few times when she literally thought she was going to start grunting and pushing until something came out into her diaper, but she’d always reel herself in and remind herself of where she was. Today, thought, things were getting close to unbearable. Her diaper, barely concealed by her black skirt, was rubbing between her legs in just the right way whenever she so much as took too deep of a breath. Class was especially boring today. She should be up there, she thought again, teaching. This thought turned into a small daydream where she was, in fact, at the head of the class, teaching her students while fighting off the urge to use her diaper in front of her entire class. Finally, the urge overwhelmed her, and she stopped lecturing for a moment and gently bent her knees, pushing as her diaper filled up. In her mind, she could see the students’ expressions: shocked and confused. The confusion would wear off though, and when the smell of her diapers hit them, there’d be laughter. There’d be mocking. There’d be hands pulling off her skirt, revealing her loaded diapers to the world. She’d simultaneously be crying and moaning. She’d… She realized that she had drifted off a little bit. She looked around the classroom. Nobody seemed to have noticed. The closest other student to her, a guy with a bad haircut and a fading soccer jersey, was furiously typing away at a message on his phone. There was no attention on her. That thought was in her head again, and she couldn’t get rid of it. She wanted it, and she wanted it bad. The part of her brain that usually dictated logic and kept the balance between fantasy and reality seemed to have shut down, or at least it was weakened to the point where fantasy had overrun it. She bit her lip and wet herself a little more. She had wet it once not long after class had begun. Not a lot, but just a little. She had gotten pretty good at just wetting the diaper a little bit at a time, as to not overwhelm the diaper and cause a leak. But her desire and craving for fantasy seemed to have effected her ability to control her bladder too, and she wet the diaper a lot more than she intended to. She quickly felt around her skirt, making sure that there weren’t any leaks. There didn’t seem to be any so far, which was good. Meanwhile, the hot wet diaper stuck to her skin in such a way that it was driving her crazy. Okay, she thought to herself suddenly, I’m going to do this. She closed her eyes and pushed. Nothing. She pushed harder, feeling her bowels stirring, but it didn’t seem to be enough. She stopped herself for a moment and looked around again, noting that nobody was paying attention to her still. She pushed again, even harder. She let out a little grunt as she did so. Just a small “ugh.