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Once started this story and sent it out a few places. Going to change the name of some characters and reformat it to be less of an info dump and begin again. Will not let it die and expanded it dramatically from where I had it. Stretched out a lot of the 'info dump' and gave it less of a fantasy fill as best I could without removing the fantasy aspect, lol. Please leave me comments! Chapter 1 - "Honey, it's time to wake up." Came a voice in Kimberly's dream. She wasn't sure what it was, but there was a strentch in this long, dark, black room. She heard the voice again: "Get up, I have to change you before I go into work." She realized who it was this time. "Five more minutes..." She moaned, putting a pillow to her face and inhaling trying to make the smell go away. "No, it's time to get you changed, it will only take a few seconds. Besides, I don't want my big girl to get a rash on her first day in High School, now do I?" Kimberly sighed as she lifted the blanket off of her and woke from the partial dream. She looked around, the light was bright and her mom was standing in front of her dressed up for work, with an Abena diaper in her left hand and rash cream in the other. As she continued to scan her room, she noticed wipes next to her bedside table and plastic pants on top of them. Her mom began to expertly untape the diaper, lifting it into the air and folding it up. The smell didn't bother her, as she began to wipe her daughter's behind, Kim became less aware of her surroundings. She began to drift asleep as her mom lifted her legs as the final layer of plastic pants were applied. She remembered before completely falling asleep that her mom told her to be awake by 6:30, because school starts at 7:37 and that she wanted to make sure she was there on time. In her dream, she noticed one thing immediately: she was in a very messy diaper. She was surrounded by beds in each corner, one of which had a man in it. He was asleep and turned away from her, but she could tell he was a shaggy man, with very long hair and a smell aura that would fend off the most dangerous of creatures; but maybe that was her. As she continued to scan the area, she began noticing how small the room was, and that the only way in or out was through metal bars. She walked forward out of both curiosity and fear. Putting her hand forward, she reached for the shaggy man on the bed; and on touch, he turned around viciously. In one instant, she was surrounded with intimidation and fear. The man had dark black eyes, completely filling them like a expanded pupil. He had a full beard, one that went past his chest, and his breath was that of a man who probably never heard of a toothbrush. As she began filling the diaper in her dream yet again, the man said something in an ancient language, one unknown to her: "Du'ra ducta monare. Du'ra ducta monare." As he continued to speak in the same pattern, a loud "BANG" was heard, but she couldn't shake herself and figure out what it was. In the next few seconds, another "BANG" was heard, this time she realized what it was: her alarm clock. "Mura Poota Kimby, Mura Poota Kim." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Those were the last words that came from his mouth before she was awoken by another loud "BANG". Boy was she glad to be awake, but as she rose she smelt the exact thing she did in her dream, and something in between her legs squished as she sat up: herself. She looked at the clock: "Damn, it's 9:29." She thought, jumping out of bed. She might of not had time to change her diaper and wash up, but she could at least make the smell be neutralized for the next five hours, or so she hoped. As she poured purfume all over herself, she also through some baby powder down her smelly diaper and also another plastic pant around them. She knew that her diaper would be too thick for jeans, and she didn't have any long skirts around the house, but she had one that would at least cover the diaper and leave her room to walk to school. "Oh, walking.." she thought, that would be a challenge. She put on a very cute tweety bird shirt, and brought her purse with a Abena Diaper and wipes along with her: at least she could get a change at school. Late on her first day back at a public school ever since her car accident two years ago. On the way walking the 4 miles to school, she got many stares and honks as she neared the campus, and she couldn't help but think that her diaper was definantly going to be showing at school. The minute she got onto campus, security came up to her. "Excuse me, can I help you?" The security guard asked. "I believe you can, I'm a new student here at Juan Seguin High and I'm running late. What should I do?" "Well follow me, first we need to get you your ID so you're an official student at the school: we'll do that by heading up to the library.." He paused and sniffed, "Is there something wrong?" "Not at all, please, keep going." "Okay, as i was saying, after that we'll get you down to your assistant principals office which, wait, what's your last name?" "Moore," she said, "Kimberly Moore." "Okay Kim, your counselor is Mr.Devans , please, follow me." She already knew this day would be hell, and if they keep her this busy she might not be able to get to the restroom to change her diaper. Then she thought about the privacy at where she was...How would she change a diaper this dirty in a public restroom? She knew she was in trouble. As the security guard walked her down to the library, they came to an elevator. She didn't think there was an elevator, as the school isn't that big. "Uh, can we please use the stairs?" She asked, afraid the smell of her diaper could be too much for the unsuspecting man. "Don't worry! I let all new students use the elevator for the first day they're here." She gulped and bit her lip hard as she entered onto the platform and the door shut behind her. Luckily the man's nose was stuffed up, as he even sneezed a few times and sniffed, to no apparent notice of the emulating smell coming from the thing under her skirt. The door opened and she rushed off of the elevator, just to run into the janitor, trip, and fall down the green circle patterned flight of stairs right across from the elevator door. Luckily, she landed on her butt, damaging nothing physical except for her pride, and the preperation she made for the smell of her diaper: Now she knew she was in for it. The security guard rushed to help her up, and as he bent over, he noticed the smell. "Ha, i guess the janitor isn't doing a very good with the bathroom downstairs." The janitor remarked, she fake smiled at him and sat up lifting off from her butt. If it was smell free then, it most definitely isn't now. Her face was red, which matched her red hair almost perfectly. They walked a few doors down to the Library, and spoke with Mrs.Gorman, the leading librarian. She began to set everything up, and asked her to sit down on this 2' tall stool, which looked rather small. Yet again, Kim gulped and prepared herself for the worst. The security guard beside her backed up, as he was sure his nose was acting up again because of the smell traveling to him. Kimberly looked as if she would cry as the picture was about to be taken, and Mrs.Gorman snapped the photo. "This is an interesting picture..." Said Mrs.Gorman, as it printed out on off her computer. She handed it to Kim, and she was surprised! Even though she was on the verge of tears, she looked beautiful. She was 4'11" with long, red hair and the best looking brown eyes you could ever see. However, when she looked down she saw what she was afraid of: The dark brown spot covered by a yellow plastic pant showing to the camera. This scared her, but as far as she could tell, Mrs.Gorman didn't notice. She walked out and told the Security Guard she could handle herself from here, but he insisted to escort her. As they were walking, wet farts could be heard coming from her behind. Each step she took, another wet fart took place, until all of the sudden she stopped dead in her tracks and began completely pooping herself, yet again. Three movements in less than six hours was fortunately uncommon for her, but the stress she assumed, was only making her incontinence worse. The security guard heard her farting and filling herself at the stop, but he didn't realize what it was. He just assumed her stomache was acting up, so he asked her to walk with him. How embracing, walking and filling her diaper arms length with her new school's security guard. He dropped her into Mr.Devan's office, and completely left her alone. As she walked to the secretaries desk, the three students sitting in a chair a few feet away from her began to sniff the smell, and acted like they were throwing up. She turned beet red, and tried to play it cool. "Hi, i'm new here and I was wondering what I should do to get into class now that I'm late." The secretary couldn't help but chuckle, "Arhem, yes, just show me your ID and i'll send you on your way with a student escort." "Oh, that won't be necessary, I can find my way around easy enough." She said, handing her ID forward. "Sorry miss...Kimberly, but it's standard procedure, i'll have Sara here go with you." She handed Kimberly her tardy pass and sent her off with Sara, who didn't look too excited to be there. As they exited the room, sara began to ask questions. "Okay, so what is that smell?" Sara asked, getting straight to the point. "What smell?" "The one coming from your ass, don't play stupid with me. Did you shit yourself?" Sara practically yelled in the middle of the empty hallway. "What? No! I didn't get a chance to take a shower I just woke up nearly thirty minutes ago and ran up here." Kim responded. Sara scoffed and walked off, leaving Kim to herself in the empty hallway unsure of where to go from here. She almost wanted to follow her but knew better with the way she was giving her attitude. She began walking around the hallways looking for signs of a handicap bathroom, she assumed there would have to be one somewhere. Sure enough after about five minutes of running around she found one but was unable to open the door, finding it locked. "Helloo --- Is anyone in there?" She asked, knocking on the door. No one responded, but she heard ruffling and what sounded like her very own diaper tapes being removed on the inside. Curiosity got the better of her and she walked off to the side of the hallway to wait and peek at whomever was in the room. For two minutes the only sounds she could hear was that of a nearby classroom laughing at something inside and shortly after she heard herself peeing her diaper. As she heard the sound that was unmistakably that action, she looked and saw that her plastic pants were doing their job as they began to fill up with urine. All of the mess would have had to push it out. She was nearly at tears now and just as if on queue the person in the bathroom walked out. It was Sara. Kimberly stayed quiet and as Sara walked to the other side of the hallway, Kim came across the corner and tip-toed into the bathroom trying to avoid leaking any pee into her shoes from the plastic pants. She got into the bathroom and locked the door, being hit by an unmistakable smell of a dirty diaper, but it was not hers. It was sitting in the over-sized trash can in the corner of the room along with a few other adult diapers and paper towels. Kim smiled to herself as she realized the reason Sara ran off was because she thought it was her own mess that she could smell, and apparently it was as well as her own but she was more than likely none the wiser. She slightly arched her back to remove her shoes as she did not want to criss cross her feet and risk spilling anything from the diaper and pant combination. She successfully removed her socks and shoes and placed them in the corner away from her. She tip toed across the room and stood right above the toilet and dropped her plastic pants. Most of the urine that was in it landed in the toilet, some falling to the other sides of the toilet but a much easier clean up than it could have been. From there she practiced for the first time in a long time to remove her diaper and change herself. She hardly ever did it as her mom did most of her changes for her after spending the majority of the last two years at home nursing her body back to good health. As she had the both the pairs of pants off and the toilet clean she laid on the cold tiled ground in the bathroom and began to remove the tapes to her drowned diaper. As she began attacking the mess with her wipes she remembered to that night when she had the tragic car accident.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Her dad was driving the family's Ranchero, a car they hardly took out but he insisted that they "go out in style" that night to the movies. It was the typical family night and it being Kim's turn to pick the activity she wanted to go see Step Up 2. On the way there, they seemed to hit pretty much every green light humanly possible and were making good time for the 7:05 showtime. As they got closer to the highway, Kim remembers tensing up. She was always scared of the on-ramp as there was always tons of traffic moving and it was always of concern to her. She relaxed as her dad was able to make the merge and was only a few exits away from the location. She remembered sighing as they were exiting the ramp with the theater directly in front of them when a big truck rear ended them and pushed them into the right-away ramp and they were swiped on by another vehicle. Her dads side took the entire blow, while her mother and herself were on the other side of the car. The entire vehicle shook and she blacked out. The last thing she remembered was getting the news that her dad did not make it from her mother who looked to be in perfect health outside of a few minor scratches and a cast. Being in a hospital bed looked down on by her mother was something she wouldn't be able to get off her find for a few months, especially with all of the pysical therapy she was going through trying to improve her leg strength. The doctors told her she suffered a minor lower spinal injury that would result in temporary loss of urinary and bowel control as well as little to no control over her legs. But with proper training, she would have control back. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She snapped back into reality as she heard a loud bell ring over the speaker. The second class of the day was getting out and she was still covered in filth. She sped up her cleaning process and after about a solid twenty wipes she felt she might have been clean enough. She folded up her diaper and threw it in the trashcan, then laid back down on her second diaper. It was then that she noticed that she forgot to bring the powder that she had poured into her plastic pants to help the smell from coming out as she was rushing out of the house. She cursed herself for forgetting and knew she would not smell very good throughout the rest of the day, but at least she was somewhat fresher. She stood back up, laid her skirt back down and then assessed the damage. She knew the plastic pants would do more harm then foul at this point and decided to throw them away. They were smelly and soaked and she had a ton at home. She pulled down several paper towels from the rack and placed them over the messy diaper and plastic pants as an attempt to cover up her shame and put her shoes and socks back on. There was a lot of foot traffic outside and did not plan on braving the chance that some students would get curious and walk in after she left. She waited until the sound of the third bell sounded, announcing the start of the third class. She stepped outside, and went back down to the office. "Hi, kimberly was it? What brings you back down, shouldn't you be in class?" she asked. "Yes, but Sara wasn't able to show me around I think she had to use the restroom, and I never recieved my schedule so I'm not sure about where I need to go." Kim responded, looking puzzled. "Give me one second, let me pull it up for you." the receptionist said, putting her fingers to work and creating an audible sigh of frustration. "You are off to class 205b, chemistry with Coach Bazzle." "Thanks! I appreciate your help. Can I have a pass for class?" Kimberly asked, and immediately recieved a pass and headed on her way. The rest of the day went relatively calm as compared to the excitement she faced at the beginning of the day. The two classes were mainly introductions to the class and pretests to see what the students already knew. Being home-schooled for the last two years, Kimberly knew a lot more information than a lot of the other kids because that was all she really could do for awhile was just read and retain information. A good perk in a bad situation, she thought. Her mind would drift off to Sara towards the end of the day and knew with an attitude like hers it might be a better idea to stay away from her. She just had to know, though, the reason behind her problems as well and imagined that it would start a really good friendship, or so she would hope. With that thought, the final bell rang and she walked out to the front of the school where her mother was there waiting for her in the car with a warm smile.

This is my first story on any AB/DL website, and like the second story I've ever written. Let me know what you guys think, and opinions are more than welcome (negative and positive.) Thanks much. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1. Finally! Friday - 3:30 pm "No, I completely understand Mrs. P. Good speaking with you too." She hung up the phone and sulked off to her room, another plan and moment foiled by changed plans. It had been almost a month now, and she was begining to wonder if she was ever going to get a place to herself ever again. It wasn't Mrs. Peters fault, she and her husband both work random hours, and they never can be sure when they will get a moment to go out and treat themselves to a nice dinner or a movie. Much less a chance to plan a week in advance to hire a baby sitter for their daughter Carol. And she knew that. But she couldn't help being resentful of their position, and blaming them both for the fact that she couldn't get out for a brief vacation. She slipped back out of her blue jeans and donned back her peace sign pajama bottoms, she wouldn't be needing to get dressed now, and might as well be comfortable if she's going to be sitting around the house all night. "Oh well, whats another month anyway?" She asked herself in a huff. "No point getting worked up over it. Besides, its not like its defintely going to be that long before I can watch Carol anyway." Her door opened a little and her mothers head came into view, "Whats all that noise in here?" "I was just changing pants mom, everything is fine, thanks." She knew that she barely bumped anything, let alone made a sound. Just an excuse for her paranoid mother to stick her head in her room and get involved with everything in the house. "Oh, while i've got you, Mrs. Peters called it turns out that Mr. P has to work tonight, so she is giving me the night off." "Great, me and you can do something, its been a long time since I had a Friday night with one of my girls." "Um, actually I thought I'd go to Lydia's to relax for a while, I haven't really seen her in a few weeks since her job started." Coming up with the first excuse not to be home with her mother, that she could. "You know, she has been so busy applying to colleges and working we've kinda fallen out of touch." "Oh, well thats fine, just let me know when and where you'll be please, you know I worry." "Oh I know you do." She rolled her eyes without thinking. "This how we're going to start off today?" She gave her daughter a baleful look. "We've been doing really well lately Rachel, I'd hate to get back into trading words with you again." "Sorry mom, its just I could've used the money from watching Carol, and its got my nerves bunched." She replied, knowing full well it wasn't the money that had her worked up. "But you're right, I love you." "Love you too, let me know what you decide to do." And she abruptly closed the door as she finished her sentence. She threw her head backwards and onto her pillow and huffed. "Ugh, what am I gonna do. I've got to get out of this house." Her door cracked again, and she found herself even less pleased the second time her mom's head came into view. "I forgot to mention, a lady called earlier just before you woke up and told me to give you her number. I didn't catch her name, or maybe I did and forgot it, either way, her number is on the fridge next to the phone." "She say what she wanted?" "I didn't ask, but she seemed very sweet, and said she had run into you at the grocery store about a week ago." "I don't remember giving out our number at a store..." And tried to think back to the last time she'd even been out to a grocery store. "Either way, she called, I messaged, mission accomplished." Her mother gave her a little smile and closed the door again. Rachel rolled off her bed and onto her feet. Catching a brief glimpse of herself in the mirror as she did. Rachel stood about 5'5 and was rather slender even for a girl of 18 (almost 19, she often reminded herself.) Her light brown hair reached the middle of her back, and she often let it do just that. Even a pony tail was a pain not worth dealing with now that she wasn't getting dressed for school daily. Her breasts, not large, but in fact, she was rather pleased at their size. Any larger and they wouldn't look proportional, and any smaller and she would feel like less of a girl. She stopped and walked closer to the mirror to get a look at her face, which she had never been satisfied with. Her eyes, which were complimented by everyone who passed by her, were a saphire blue with flakes of green at the edges of her iris, stared at her nose and mouth. "I hate my teeth, wish it wasn't weird to be toothless or I'd have done it." She said to herself dramatically. She ran her first two fingers over her front teeth, which were of an average size, but to the owner of those teeth a bane, and closed her mouth to look back at her nose. Small and narrow with a tiny gem set in her left nostril. She had bought the piercing with money she had gotten watching Carol, her mother hated it, but its one of the only things she had bought with the money she was saving, and rather liked it herself. She walked out of her room and passed Brittany's door, it was slightly cracked (probably her mother's doing) and glanced in. Brittany had her headphones in and was fixing her hair in the standing mirror. She had always been jealous of Brittany's hair, it fell in short waves and always seemed to stay where she put it (not like Rachel's that flew around whether the wind was blowing or not.) Brittany wasn't any smaller than her sister despite the three year difference, but Brittany had grown quickly and stopped abruptly about three months ago. Britt caught a glance of her sister in the mirror, and waved with a goofy smile on her face, half wording the words to whatever song she was listening to. Rachel smiled and gave her a nod, then continued on the way back to the kitchen. She cracked open a box of lucky charms, and not bothering to grab anything else proceded to munch by the handful while approching the fridge. She snatched the note out from under the magnet her mother had placed. The half eaten box of cereal she placed on the table, and with her other hand she pulled the phone off the cradle. "Woman writes like a doctor," she mumbled to herself trying to decipher her mothers chicken scratch. "pretty sure thats a nine and not a four." Dialing as she spoke. It rang just long enough for Rachel to think of hanging up when a voice answered. "Hello?" A kid crying in the background, "Give me just a second I'm sorry" "K, not a problem." Wondering who this lady is, and briefly thinking how rude it is to answer the phone and tell whomever it is to wait before even hearing their voice. The crying faded to the background and she heard a door shut as though she had left the room. "Sorry for that, Tyler has been a real handful today. Rachel right?" "Yes mam, and I'm sorry to call and ask, but who is this again?" "Oh! Pardon me, I guess I didn't tell your mom much, not even sure I gave her my name, but this is Janice Needle. I met you outside of the Wal Mart and you helped me with my groceries and carrying Tyler to the car during one of his fits." Remembering all at once, Rachel felt like an idiot, she hadn't been to a store in a while, she and Lydia had been meeting some friends outside Wal Mart five or six days ago and she had seen this lady having quite a time balancing her kid and seven bags of food in two hands and a foot. "Yes, I remember you, how are you doing?" "Been one of those days, but recently it always seems to be. I've got to get back to Tyler real quick, and I know this is incredibly short notice, but I was wondering if you were doing anything tonight?" She seemed out of breath. Rachel held her breath, she remembered mentioning to this lady that she watched kids and gave her number to her without thinking about what watching a child like Tyler could really entail. "Um, actually my plans just canceled a bit ago, what did you need?" 'I really hope I don't regret this' repeated in her mind about five times before the lady interrupted her train of thought. "Well I was thinking of taking some time away from my angel," she said with an air of sarcasm, "and was thinking that maybe you'd like to make some money tonight." "Do you have a time in mind?" "Um, maybe five? I was going to go over to a friend of mine's house and have a few drinks. Thought I might stay the night over there if you were comfortable watching him all night, and a bit in the morning Saturday." An entire night? A whole night all to herself in a house? She almost screamed with delight. "I've got nothing going on all weekend Mrs... I'm sorry what was your last name again?" Come on, don't screw this up forgeting the lady's name, she thought. "Needle, and you can just call me Janice if its easier. And you say you've got nothing to do all weekend?" "I'll call you Mrs. N if thats alright, and yep, I'm free and clear." "Fantasic!" She sounded ready to explode with delight herself. "Let me get you the address to here real quick and I'll see you in an hour or so?" "Sounds awesome Mrs. N" and it did sound quite amazing. Chapter 2. Sweet Release She had been waiting patiently for Tyler to stop crying and go to sleep. He was three years old, way to old to be screaming like he does when put to bed. But his mother says she had been sleeping with him next to her up until a month or two ago, and she never leaves without him except in emergencies, so this was apt to be a bit difficult for Rachel. "I'll be fine, trust me, I've dealt with all kinds." Giving her a wink as she said it. "Thank you again so much," Mrs. Needle said, and you could tell she really meant it. "If you need anything my number is on the fridge. There is everything you'll need for him in his room, I bought an extra pack of diapers so there would be no chance of running out, and there is plenty of food for both of you in the kitchen. "I'm gonna run, thank you thank you thank you!" And with that she gave her a hug and was out the door. That was close to four hours ago, and she was wondering if Tyler was ever going to shut up. As if by some sort of psychic magic, the crying begin to dull, then all together stop. Rachel got up from the living room and creeped back towards Tyler's room to see if she could hear anything from him. She peered in the crack she left in his door, and caught him fast asleep. "Ugh, finally," she whispered. And opened the door to his room a little more so she could slip in. She walked over to the far wall where she had left the pack of diapers and pulled several out of the pack and tucked them under her arm, grabbed his wipes from off the dresser and started back towards the door. She didn't know if they were going to fit her, but he was a big boy, heavy for his age and he was really close to four, so she thought she had a chance. Avoiding the bathroom for the last two hours had been hard, but she wanted the first release she had had in a month to be amazing. By the time she had made it back to the living room, she was sure she wasn't going to make it. She dropped the diapers and wipes from under her arm directly on the floor, and started to undress. Roughly throwing her pants onto the couch, she struggled with her pink panties (plain, but with a little bow on the front, one of her favorite pair just cause they were so close to a little girls.) finally dropping them to her ankles. Her bare sex freshly shaven (she spent extra time at home making sure that everything was very smooth.) she ran her hand over it before dropping to her back on the floor with one of his diapers in her hand (the others she brought, close by just in case his didn't fit.) She opened his diaper up and smelled it before lining it up with her narrow waist and under her petite bottom. She just fastened the tapes up when she felt it spill from her like a glass of water off a table. The warm puddle forming under her was almost too much to bare, and she began to shudder with excitment and pleasure. Her hand dropped to in between her legs and began rubbing before she even knew what she was doing. She pulled herself into a sitting position with her back against a stranger's couch, and ran her fingers deep into the plush of the toddler's diaper. Feeling the warmth through her freshly wet diaper sent her into another spiral of excitment, and she began to rub more intensly. By the time she finished wetting, her right hand had found its way inside the top of diaper and to her soft mound. She budded her clit with the tip of her middle finger while her index worked its way back in and out of her vagina. She came much quicker than she had intended, but always did whenever she had a moment as grand as this. She stopped herself from pushing it any further, knowing that she would want to do this several times more tonight, and didn't want to wear herself out at the very first wetting. She didn't move at all for several minutes except to apply pressure to the front of her diaper with her palm. Causing a small moan to escape her lips and her entire body to shift forward out of her control. When the shudder began to subside, Rachel looked down. She wasn't surprised to see she had leaked a little, and could see the warm lines of pee, that had begun to feel cooler on her legs, running from the sides and inside of the diaper, off her legs, and onto the floor. She lifted her butt to survey the damage to the carpet. "A couple of drops, nothing to worry about at all." She said a bit relieved (in more ways than one.) If she hadn't been leaking she would have stayed in that diaper for as long as she could before having to go again, but as it was she figured she had better get herself changed and into something dry. She loved changing her diaper almost as much as wetting one. She laid back down on her back, carefully skirting her hair away from the few drops that had been in the carpet, and pulled her knees up. She sat for just a moment longer enjoying the feeling of warm wet pee on her mound before realizing if she stayed that way any longer she would probably relapse into another state of excitement. And proceded to unfasten the tapes on the sides, first the right, then the left. The pee didn't have time to smell, but it certainly changed the color of the fluff in the center of the child's diaper. The urine stained the leak guards a light yellow, but everything in the middle was practically a neon. The warmth around her crotch quickly cooled as the air hit her naked sex, the chill that was sent down her spine reminded her of jumping into a pool. She gently opened the container of wipes and regarded her legs and crotch with a gentleness of someone who had done this many times before (even though this was probably only her ninth or tenth time she'd ever had a chance.) When she was done cleaning the urine from her soft mound, she wiped her bottom a bit, and threw the used wipe in between her legs and onto the diaper. She pulled the used butt pillow (a way she liked to think about it) away from her, and rolled it up, making sure to tape the sides so that the wet would stay on the inside. She had made the mistake of closing it wrong the first time and when she had packed up and put the diaper in her book bag, her books had squeezed pee into her homework. Of course, this time she was babysitting an actual baby, and could just throw away the diaper in the diaper genie, his mother would never know the difference between hers and his. "Dis is dunna be great!" She said in a baby voice she liked to talk to herself in, and unfolded another diaper. "Me neva dit to do dis twice." She lifted her bottom back into the air and placed the diaper underneathe. "Aw, doodies! I dunnot have no poof!" Refering to baby powder. She jumped up off the floor, leaving the diaper where it was, and ran off to Tyler's room, naked except for her shirt. She checked the crack to make sure he was still sleeping (as if seeing her naked would give away everything) and slipped in to grab the powder from the dresser. He stirred a bit and she flinched, and then relaxed, realizing there wasn't anything that would happen if he woke short of having to put him back down. (Though it would definitely keep her from her fun, for a bit.) She walked over to his bed, and pulled his sheets up over his shoulder, assuming he might be cold, and caught a whiff of what he had left for her to deal with in the morning. "Pe-ew, dat a 'tinky baby." She whispered. Leaving his room, and making sure to keep the door cracked a bit, she gladly held up his baby powder. "Poof! Poof!" Squeezing the powder a little and watching the white mist float and disappear, proclaiming in the meantime "Poof!" She made it back to the living room and dropped to her hands and knees crawling to where she had left the diaper, and climbed on top of it. She took a little powder in one hand and rubbed it gently all over her crotch, making sure to get her butt and vagina very well. With that done, she closed the diaper and fastened the tapes. She plopped up on the couch wondering what to do next, and flipped the television on, and turned the volume down. Tyler had Veggie Tales blasting when last the tv was on, so it startled her at first. Usually she only had enough time in a babysitting night to wear and wet a diaper once, but tonight she kept thinking of all the time she had. "What am I going to do? I always dream of being able to wear one for a while, but now that I get to, I'm lost. Blah." Tired of sitting and thinking of what she would do, she decided at least she could get something to drink and fill herself for another release. Remembering Tyler had a sippy cup in his room she ran down the hall to get it for herself. She slipped in his room and grabbed it up, catching another brief smell of his dirty diaper. "I wonder if I should wake him and change that, I'd hate for him to sleep in that all night." She spoke to herself. Decided against it, and ran back towards the kitchen. Opening the cabinets to find a clean lid (Tyler had eaten chicken nuggets that night and she could clearly see the crumbs he left on the lid) she spotted a large bib next to his cups. "I could use that, but I'd have to wash it, not really worth my time." So she snagged a spare sippy lid and shut the door without another thought. She filled up her sippy with apple juice, and brought the rest of the bottle with her into the living room, cause she knew one glass wasn't going to get her even close to wet the way she liked it. Shrinking back into the corner of the couch, she watched some television. Three sippy cups full of apple juice and an hour later, she felt a need to go again. She didn't want to go immediately just in case it was only a little bit, what she really wanted was that exploding orgasm like she had the first time. She knew it wouldn't be as amazing, cause it had been a month before that time, but she didn't want to sell the second one short just cause it had been a little while ago. She decided to peek in at Tyler and make sure he was okay, and thought that maybe walking around the house for a second would make her have to go a little more. She pushed the crack in his door open a little wider and the smell hit her immediately. "He must've blown out that diaper, ugh! Its gonna be every where." She walked over to him, and the mound of poop had begun to force its way out of his diaper, but he hadn't made a mess of anything other than himself. She laid out a changing pad on the floor, and careful not to wake him too much, lifted him out of bed. Tyler squalled a bit, and then slipped back into a semi sleep when she laid him down on the pad. "I wonder what that feels like..." and pushed the front of his diaper in a bit to feel the resistance. "Ew, I don't think I'd like it very much." But in the back of her mind, she thought 'but I like the way a diaper feels, and the first time I thought about that it was gross too.' Pulling the tapes as quietly as she could, she gently opened his diaper. The smell by this time had calmed down a bit and she was getting used to it. "Ugh, its all over everything, there is no way I'm gonna get you clean without waking you up all the way." and she went to work. Cleaning him up was for the most part uneventful. Lifting his butt into the air was what she was most worried about, but it was the cold wipes that almost woke him up. When he was all clean she padded his butt with another pillow, and laid him back down. Her need to pee had grown and grown in the mean time, but while wearing a diaper in front of him hadn't seemed weird at all, wetting one felt funny to her. As soon as she cracked the door and headed down the hallway she got amped up. She dropped to the floor in front of the tv and threw her hair out of her face. She looked down at the diaper, this time she wanted to watch it change color from start to finish. The warm flow began much slower this time, and her hand was already in place to feel the pee hit the front of the diaper. Beads of sweat already started on her forehead and the back of her neck in anticipation for the coming storm. Her back arched as she applied pressure to the front of her diaper, the warmth spreading quickly from the front of her flowing vagina down to the crack of her butt. Without waiting until she was done, she thrust her hand into the front of the already yellow diaper. She felt the urine in between her fingers and found her love button already tingling. She had barely begun to slip her fingers in and out of herself again before she burst into another series moans. Her clit was on fire with passion and even the smallest touch forced her entire body forward, arching into her hand, thrusting back and forth. She had stopped wetting, and was fully involved in pleasing herself now. Her butt sliding to and fro, forcing every bit of urine into all the parts of the diaper. She could feel herself reaching her climax, and though she wanted this to last, she couldn't stop herself from moving her fingers. Searching and moving faster and faster within her own body, the sweat building on her, heating the room as her temperature rised. When she came she had to cover her face with a cushion from the couch to keep from screaming out. Afraid of waking Tyler, or even having a neighbor hear her passion. She fell back onto the couch, shaking and vibrating, the tendrils of heat falling back from her as the cool air had begun to affect her again. Still her hand never left her over soaked mound. Gently pressing on her clitoris, fingers still slipping in and out of herself keeping a taste of what she had just done. Still she moaned lightly, feeling the pressure and heat begin to build again. Faster and harder, softer and slower, trying once more to find the chemistry that would make her vagina come to a head. Her hair dampening as the sweat began to roll down her body again, she felt herself arching again, her instincts taking over. Back and forth again she rocked, in and out of herself, feeling every inch of her loveliness in her own hands. She cried out once more, having been gripping the couch's pillow in her left hand still, she threw it in front of her face, and had to bite down this time to keep in all in. Another warm flow spilled from her sex, this time there was much less, and sticky. She grabbed the wipes and checked the sides of the diaper to make sure she hadn't made a mess and leaked on the carpet again. "No leaks this time, guess it wasn't as much." She said in between gasps. She laid on her back, her knees in the air once more, and unfastened the tapes holding the soggy diaper to her small hips. When she pulled the front of the moist wrap away from her mound, the cold hit her quickly. Still a little tingly, she gently cleaned her region with the baby wipes making sure to get the warm urine and sticky cum off of herself. She lifted her butt, and ran her fingers through her crack, and wiped both lobes of her rump. Once more she threw the dirty cloth in between her legs and onto the child's diaper, pulling it away from her crotch. She rolled it up, making sure again to tape the edges so the moist diaper didn't leak. Laying naked on the floor, she looked up at the clock to see what time it was. "One in the morning! Man I wish this night would never end, and now its already over." Thinking to herself that she could probably wet one more time. "Alright, I'll call it a night at four, that should give me enough time for one more good soak." She grabbed one of her diapers this time, they weren't as tight on her as Tyler's toddler diapers, and they were really pull ups, but she liked the velcro sides, and the pink princesses on the front didn't hurt her feelings for them either. "I'll have to remember to take this one with me, she'll definitly wonder why there is a pull up in her diaper genie." She put both her feet in the holes and pulled them up onto her hips. She liked the loose feel a little, but was worried with how much she had been peeing tonight that she might leak a little. "If it feels like alot, I'll just put another one on over this, or sit on a towel or something." Her stomach growled a bit, and she felt it cramp her bowels. It had been at seven or so that her and Tyler ate, and he had already pooped in his diaper. While normally she wouldn't have a need to poop, she would also have already been asleep at home. She thought briefly about whether or not she wanted to try to poop in her diaper, and the thought passed through her like water. "No way, that smell is too much. Besides, I don't think its worth the clean up it would take. Peeing is much easier." She got up to go to the bathroom, feeling the need to poop come to rest much closer to her anus now. Chapter 3. Unexpected Surprise On her way down the hallway, she took a look inside Tyler's room. His thumb deep in his mouth, and his eyes were tightly shut. She could see his body rising and falling with his breath, and so she went back to the hall. She walked toward the bathroom, and flicked the light on. She sat down on the toliet with her pull up still around her waist. "I could try it, its not like I can't just jump in the shower if its awful." She coaxed herself. "It might be better than peeing ever dreamed of being, and when I pushed the front of his diaper, I loved that feeling of resistance." She climbed into the bath tub and squated down on her feet. The need to poop had relaxed a little bit, and she was worried she wasn't going to get the chance to do this at all. But when she strained a little and started to push, it started to come. She began to slow down so if she didn't like it she could stop, but before she had a chance, it all let out of her. The warm load made its way into the back of her pull up, not slowing at all when it hit the resistance of the wall of fluff. It worked its way through her crack and towards her sex. Meanwhile she had begun to wet a bit, when the warm urine met with the hot mess in the middle of her pull up, she didn't know what to think. She stopped pooping as quickly as she started, unsure of what to think or feel, sitting crouched in a bathtub. She didn't smell anything yet, and was trying to move her butt left to right to see how the poop felt in her diaper. She liked it. It was a little bit greasy, and reminded her of sitting in a mud puddle as a child. She relaxed, and let the rest of the load work its way out of her. She grunted a little, and a small fart escaped her. This last part made her giggle, and when she started to laugh, the pee came again. She strained to get the last of it out, and could feel the mess work its way all the way up to her moist vagina. Her hand went straight to her crotch again, and started to press. She grabbed the back of her pull up with her left hand and felt the bulge pressing hard against her anus. She was rocking back and forth again, before she realized it. She pressed with both hands on her pull up, in the front and back, and felt the warmth spread to fill every inch of the pull up. The princess image in the front began to leak from the sides, she felt it, but didn't care at all. Her body moved on its own will as her excitment began to paramount. She tried to adjust the way she was crouching, and her foot slipped in the urine that had fallen to the tub. Before she could get a good grip, she had landed on her butt. Hot pee flew from the front of the diaper, and she could feel the warm mess press deeply into her anus and vagina. A large amount, she could feel, had escaped from the top and sides of the diaper. Normally she would have freaked out, but the thought of getting messy never seemed so appealing. Her right hand, having never let go of the front of her pull up, sped up its rubbing. Squishing, and pressing the warm goo deep into herself. She saw the side of the tub, and thrust her leg over the side, straddling it with both hands in front of her. She rocked back and forth, rubbing her entire mound deep into the wall. The beads of sweat and heat already working their way down her neck and back. Her hands were a mess of poop and urine as she looked down, and a smile creeped up on her face. She rammed her right hand into the front of her diaper, rubbing every inch of her sex with her fingers. After the second time she had come tonight, she knew she was done for the night. But she was very wrong. Once more she came quicker than she ever had before. She didn't have time to stiffle the scream that ran from her lips, and by the time she had caught up with it, the moans were just as loud. She pulled her hand from within her diaper, and grabbed the front again, rubbing as she pulsed her body into the side of the tub some more. Again she came, screaming, this time not caring at all. Her body trembled, and fell sideways into the mess she had made in the tub. She ripped her shirt off over her head, and grabbed her breasts with her left hand, pinching and squeezing her nipples. She rubbed fanatically for what seemed like a lifetime before she began to slow at all. Cuming and cuming over and over, better than any orgasm she had ever had before. Her body a wet mess in a stranger's tub, shaking and moaning, wishing she had the potential for more and more. She tried to relax her body and hands, and found herself unable to stop her body from moving forward in its natural rhythm. Her breathing slowed, and her body finally relaxed as she laid back in the tub. Looking around her, she could see the mess that she had made. Messy finger prints, and rub marks from her filthy pull up marked the tub in what appeared to be a random order, but she could mark every moment, and every move that she had made. The smell didn't bother her in the least though it was potent. She was exhausted from the entire day, but the end of it was what set her into the lulled and apathetic mode she was in now. "Me dun no wanna move." She said falling back into the baby talk. "Dis da bes' day eva." She sat for a while looking around and feeling her messy pull up over and over again fighting the urge to have another go around with herself. Finally she leaned forward, and began the clean up. She grabbed the velcro tabs on the side of the pull up and ripped them free, opening the front of the diaper, and exposing her woman hood. The heat from her self inflicted passion had warmed the room, leaving no worry about a cold blast of air. Her eyes swam over her vagina and legs, investigating the mess and seeing what damage she had inflicted to the diaper itself. She rolled the brown and yellow rag into a ball, and wadded up some toliet paper to place it on the ground. She looked over the side of the tub, and saw that her moment of glory had expanded beyond the reach of the shower by about a foot, and thought, "this is gonna be a fun clean up, maybe next time I should slow down." She threw her shirt out of the bath tub, and turned the shower on. Startled by the cold at first, then gradually it warmed. She took special care of her vagina, as she had been told that leaving it messy with anything (much less feces) could cause an infection. And washed everything off of her, making sure she washed her hair twice, just in case she missed something. The last thing she wanted was poop in her hair. The tub was easy enough to clean with the shower head, "Thank god she has a hand held, or this would've been a pain in the butt to clean up." Most of what had fallen out of the diaper was wet mush, so it washed down the drain with ease. After the tub was clean she set to work on the area around, from the tub it looked like it was going to be a real issue, but a few paper towels, and a baby wipe or two later, it looked like it did before her fantasy. "Finally, its got to be close to dawn by now." She stepped out into the hallway, heading back towards the living room, grabbed her panties and slipped them on, and snagged up her back pack. She ran into the kitchen and grabbed up a few plastic bags, and made her way back to the bath. She put the filthy pull up in the bag, and took a long look at her shirt. The tail of it was covered with poop from falling on her butt in the tub. "Oh well, its not gonna wash out." And she put it in the bag too. She tied it off well, and stuffed the bag into two more bags, so you couldn't see inside, and so the smell didn't waft out at all. She grabbed another shirt from her back pack and put it on, and put her pants from the living room back on. When she had all the evidence cleaned up from her little adventure she took the bag with her messy shirt and butt pillow to the garbage outside, and stuffed it at the very bottom of the fullest can. "Still not light outside, might get a decent sleep after all." She walked back in and looked at the clock, and saw it was only three. "Thank you very much," she said with a smile on her face. She laid out on the couch, and fell into a deep sleep without a single thought. Chapter 4. There is Always a Butt Tyler's cookie crumbs bounced off her face, tickling her cheeks and nose. She brushed them off, and with a yawn, awoke to a new day. Looking down at him from her spot on the couch, "Good morning pookie, how was your night?" "Good, Danks!" He responded, dropping cookies from both his hands and his mouth. "Glad to hear it, you 'sposed to have cookies for breakfast?" "Dis is lunch!" "Well what did you have for breakfast?" "Tookies" "Ha, well I guess I can't blame you, I'd eat them for both too if I had them available." Tyler handed what was left of the crumbling cookies to her, "Here!" "Thanks, so much, I don't know what I would do without you looking out for my health." She said as she rolled her eyes. After her eyes made a full rotation, she glanced at the clock on the wall. "Only eight huh? Not much for sleeping eh Tyler?" "Nope! I got toys." "Well least you're in high spirits," She grabbed him up and checked his diaper, fully soaked, "and a wet diaper. Lets get you changed and cleaned up. I don't know when your mom is gonna be here, and I'd like you to look like I've been taking care of at least the outside of you, if I can't give you something good to eat." Tyler in her arms, she carried him to his bedroom and laid him out on the changing pad she had left there the night before. A new diaper in her hand she pulled the tabs on his old one and lifted his butt up. Cleaned him down with a wipe, and laid him back on a new one. "There, feel a little better?" "Yep!" "Awesome," she heard her cell phone ringing from her back pack, and went to get it, leaving Tyler on the pad to do as he pleased. She glanced at the name and saw it was Mrs. Needle. "Hey Mrs. N, how was your night?" "Too good, I suspect, don't want to leave. Haha. How is Tyler doing?" "Fantastic, didn't have a single problem, short of crying himself to sleep. But even that he handled pretty well." She said laughing a bit herself. "Glad to hear it, I'll be home in about an hour if thats not a problem?" "Not at all, everything is clean and ready for you when you get here." "Thanks so much again Rachel, see you soon. Bye." "Bye." Rachel closed the phone, and went back to the room with Tyler, who had gotten busy digging through his toy chest picking out all the action figures he could find. "Your mommy is on her way buddy, you want to grab a bath before she gets here?" "No bath. Wanna play?" Laughing she said, "Um, no, but nice subject change. Wasn't really a question Tyler, lets get you clean." And she grabbed him up from behind. They walked down the hall to the bathroom. She laid a towel on the toliet and pulled off his diaper, throwing it in the bin below the sink. She turned on the water, remembering this time how cold it would be to start, and plugged the drain. "You like bubbles?" "Yes Yes! Can I have spidersmans?" Smiling she said, "Yes, but be quick or all the bubbles will pop before you and him get back." And he ran back to his room. She sat next to the tub thinking back to last night, and how amazing this little room had been to her. "I really hope she asks me to do something like this again, I can't believe how amazing it was. No way I'd ever be able to get away with something like that at my house. I wouldn't even get the diaper on good before my mom busted in to see if I was doing something I shouldn't be. Haha, which I guess she'd be right about." Tyler came back holding Spiderman in both hands in front of him like he was flying. "Alright buddy, hop in, you and the spider." Tyler threw Spiderman in the tub, and Rachel lifted him in right behind him. Soon as he touched the water he dunked his head underneathe to find the web slinger so he wouldn't be alone above the water. Rachel got him cleaned up, unfortuntely the 'no tears' shampoo was out, so she had to make do with some Herbal Essences, which of course, caused some tears. After he was squeeky, she dried him off and made back for Tyler's bed room. On the way, she heard the front door open. "And thats your mommy, right in time. We're back here Mrs. N!" She yelled down the hall. Rachel laid him back down on the pad and threw a fresh diaper on him, and a shirt from his dresser, and went to go see Janice. "There's my sweet boy!" Janice said lifting him out of Rachel's arms. "Wow, i've never seen him so happy after a babysitter before." "Like I said, I've seen all kinds. He really was no trouble at all, I kind of enjoyed the entire night." Rachel said smiling, thinking of way more than just watching Tyler all night. "Well I can't thank you enough for everything you did, and on such short notice, the house looks as good as when I left it, and Tyler seems happier." Janice said with a smile on her face. "But I wanted to ask, do you think you could come back later tonight? Only if you're free I mean, I don't want to wreck any plans you might have." "Oh no mam, you wouldn't be wrecking anything. As a matter of fact, it sure would beat anything that I would have planned anyway." The smile on her face surely showed how happy she was about the idea.

I woke up on a bright and sunny morning and sat up in my crib watching the sunlight stream though my windows as I squirmed in my wet diaper "Mommy, I went potty." I called to her as I felt a sudden urge to poop. I pulled myself to my knees and smiled as I felt the warm sqiushy mess spread around my bottom. Feeling content I sat down and sucked my thumb, lightly bouncing as mommy came in. "Good Morning Sweetheart" she said as she pulled my thumb out of my mouth "It smells like mommy has a messy bum to change doesn't she?" "Yeth mommy, I poo poo" I said not noticing my lisp returning. "awww cutie pie." "alright let's get you changed, we have to get you to your doctor's today." she said as she scooped me up. "Aww moooooommmmyyyyyyyy, whhyyy" I whined pouting as she picked me up. "Because baby mommy wants you to be healthy." "But I don't wanna" I said feeling a tantrum building. "I realize that babe, but I'm afriad that you don't really have a choice." she said she began changing me. "NO, I'M NOT GOING" I screamed at her crossing my arms and becoming more frusterated as I tried to sqiurm against the safety strap. "Watch it mister, you don't want a spanking to stat the day do you?" she said as she smacked my leg. "No mommy I'lw be good. No spwankin pwease." "That's what I thought, now stay still and let mommy finish okay" "Okay mommy I's sowwy" I said still pouting "I know sweetie, I know. Mommy loves you" she reassured me as she kissed my forehead. She finished taping up my diaper and re-snapped my onesie before she picked me up and carried me over to my glider. She sat down and began rocking me "Now tell mommy why my baby is so upset about the doctor,hmmm" I buried my head into her breast as she rocked me "a'cause she's mean and she makes my arms hurt, and I don't want hewr to swee my diapewrs." "Baby she's seen you in diapers for 18 years, and besides mommy's a doctor and she's not mean is she?" "Not most of da time. Why can't I chwoose when I see her mommy I'm big enough." I said shyly looking up at her "Oh really, you think you're big?" she said as she looked down at my 42" frame. "Not funny." I snapped at her "And you know why not it's because of your autism and the Medical POA. Or are you forgetting daddy's a lawyer." she said as she stroked my hair. "Oh yeah,I forgots" I said looking down sadly. "Hey cheer up baby, mommy promises you won't get your blood drawn if that's what your upset about? Or does someome need a visit from the TICKLE MONSTER." "hehe m-m-mommy s-s-s-stop" I succumbed to her tickling and collapsed against her in fits of laughter "you pwomise" "I promise baby, cross my heart. Come on let's get your sisters up and then we can go get breakfast alright"

The Babysitter is the Baby The phone was ringing. Brenna had just woken up and was dressed in only her bra and panties. Her 18th birthday was yesterday and she was completely exhausted. She picked up the phone. "Hello?" "Hi Brenna," it was Mrs. Brown, "I was wondering if you could come babysit my four-year-old girl, Katy, for a couple of days. Me and my husband are going on vacation and we need someone to watch Katy. I know two days is a lot to ask, but its summertime and we thought you could manage." Brenna sighed. It wasn't that she didn't like babysitting, but she felt that she should be having fun with her friends, not watching a little girl that still wet herself. Oh well, she guessed it wouldn't hurt to do one more. "Sure, I'll do it. When do you want me to come over?" "Around three this afternoon should be fine. See you then!" Brenna arrived at exactly three o' clock and said goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Brown. "One last thing Brenna," Mrs. Brown yelled, "Our washing and drying machines are both broken. We'll get new ones on Monday." "That's fine Mrs. Brown," Brenna yelled back, "I brought a couple changes of clothes." Then Brenna closed the door. A small head peeped out from around the corner. "Hi Katy." "Hi Mrs. Brenna. Would you like to have a tea party?" "Ha. No, I'm far too old to have a tea party." Brenna then sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV. Katy set up her dolls and baby cups next to the TV and began having her "party". "Please can you have a tea party with me Mrs. Brenna?" Katy asked. "No. Stop asking or you will ruin both my evening and yours." Brenna replied. A couple minutes later Katy asked again. "Please?" "That's it Katy! I'm going to put you back in diapers for behaving like such a baby! Don't you understand what no means? I'll be right back!" Brenna then left and got some diapers out from her purse (she always brought extras for the kids whose parents never bought enough) and diapered poor Katy. That night Brenna was exhausted and went to sleep. That night while Brenna was sleeping a plan was hatched in Katy's mind. Katy was smart for a four-year-old and knew quite a lot about using her parents money to buy things she wanted online. She always had babysitters and very few were nice, so she went out and bought some special formulas made exactly for the purpose of punishing her sitter… Brenna woke up and felt an odd feeling around her crotch. She looked down and saw that her panties had been absolutely soaked with pee. She got up and ran to the bathroom to change. How could she have peed herself? She was 18! 18-year-olds don't pee themselves! She hurriedly washed her panties and put on one of her other two. She then decided to make breakfast for herself and watch more TV. "Hi Mrs. Brenna. Can I have breakfast?" Katy asked. "Go get it yourself brat. Don't you know how to make cereal or something?" Brenna replied. Brenna was sitting down when she felt pressure on her bladder. She decided she needed to use the bathroom again. Brenna got up and started walking to the bathroom when Katy told her she needed to go to the bathroom. "Can't you wait?" "No Mrs. Brenna, I really have to go!" Katy said, desperate. "No, just use your diaper or something. I have to go right now." But Katy had delayed just long enough. At that moment a warm stream of pee went down Brenna's thigh and a visible wet spot appeared through her skinny jeans. Brenna's cheeks blushed bright red and Katy just stood there with a look of awe on her face. "Mrs. Brenna, what happened? Maybe I should diaper you!" Katy said. "Shut up you brat, I…I…just drank a little too much or something." Brenna said. Then Brenna ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. "This can't be happening to me," She said, "I haven't wet myself in fourteen years!" Brenna reached for her last pair of dry panties. She knew that if she wet those then she wouldn't have any dry underwear for the next two days, and she knew she wasn't wearing wet panties. Brenna came out from the bathroom to find Katy out of her diaper and wearing her pull-up. "You changed yourself?" Brenna asked, surprised. "Yep! I know how to change diapers!" Katy replied. Later that day, after lunch Brenna was wondering what to do. Brenna decided to give Jeremy, a cute guy she liked, a call to come over and maybe spend some time with her. "Hi Jeremy, it's Brenna." "Hi Brenna! What's up?" "Well I'm babysitting and was wondering if you wanted to come over and hang out?" "Sure! I'll be right over." Brenna muttered a soft "Yes!" under her breath. She was watching her favorite show and got herself ready for when Jeremy came over. She lay down on the couch. Katy walked into the room with her teddy bear. "Mrs. Brenna, I smell something funny." "So what. Why should I care?" "I think you might have wet yourself without noticing." Brenna looked down at her pants and sure enough they were soaked. Brenna was flabbergasted. She now had no clean panties and Jeremy was about to come over. "Would you like a diaper Mrs. Brenna?" Katy asked, smiling. Brenna was speechless and just thinking to herself how she had just wet herself like a baby for the second time in the last couple hours. Katy then came in with a diaper, mat, and baby powder and pulled Brenna off the sofa and onto the mat. Then she pulled Brenna's clothes off and threw them into a pile with all of Brenna's wet panties. Katy then wiped Brenna down and powdered her. Brenna was shocked and didn't know what to do. Brenna soon found her thumb in her mouth and and a locked diaper around her waist. Brenna was completely naked except for her diaper. Brenna sucked her thumb viciously. Katy then dragged Brenna, who was now nothing more than an oversized baby girl, over to an adult crib Katy had made just for babysitters and pushed her inside. "Click" The crib locked shut. Then the doorbell rang. Katy left the bedroom and answered the door. "Hi cutie, is Brenna there?" asked Jeremy. "No, sorry. Brenna just left." Katy replied. "I'm only a few minutes late." the disappointed Jeremy said. "Oh well!" Katy replied and shut the door. Meanwhile Brenna was lying in her crib sucking her thumb and staring at the wall. Katy walked in. "Awwww. Is the big baby Brenna trapped in the crib? Who is the baby now huh?" Katy said, sneering. Brenna then came to her senses and sat up and tried to push the crib gate open, her supple breasts jiggling as she moved. "Let me out you brat! I'm not the baby here, you are!" Brenna screamed. "No, I'm not the one half-naked and in a diaper here am I?" Katy replied. "Let me out! Please! I didn't mean to be mean to you!" Brenna pleaded. "No. Stop asking or you will ruin both my evening and yours." Katy said, mockingly and left the room. Brenna continued shaking the cage but eventually gave up and lay down. By the time dinnertime rolled around Brenna's diaper was drenched. "Did you wet yourself again Brenna?" Katy asked. "No!" Brenna said as she looked down. "Well, maybe." "Let's check!" Katy replied. Before Brenna could do anything, Katy reached down and pulled Brenna's diaper out and looked inside. Feeling violated Brenna quickly tried to pull away, but Katy had a firm grip and wouldn't let Brenna move around enough to wrench free. Katy looked down at Brenna's naked crotch and Brenna blushed. Katy let go after getting a good look. "Looks like the big baby really drenched herself!" Katy exclaimed. Katy then opened the crib gate and forcefully took Brenna to the bathroom. Katy then laid Brenna down and unlocked and removed the sopping yellow diaper. "Eww!" Katy exclaimed and pinched her nose. "Peeing yourself is gross Baby Brenna! You need to not be a baby before you become a babysitter!" Brenna was so embarrassed that she began sucking her thumb again. Brenna felt the powder around her pussy and then felt the dry diaper pulled up and locked around her waist. Brenna was then taken to the dinner table and put in an adult high chair. "This baby food is for you Baby Brenna. It is full of fiber which is good for you!" Katy explained. Brenna was then spoon fed the disgusting pulp, far to weak in her efforts to escape the crib to complain. Brenna felt like she couldn't control her own body. She could barely lift her arm without it flying in a random direction, let alone use the potty. She was as helpless as the baby she was being treated as. After being fed she felt a rumble in her tummy and began to feel very tired. Brenna was then dragged back to the crib and laid inside. She quickly fell asleep. The next morning Brenna awoke to a terrible smell. She looked at her diaper and then realized that not only had she peed herself while she was sleeping, but she had also pooped herself. The warm mass was squashed around her bum and her crotch was soaked with pee. How could she have pooped herself without noticing like a newborn? How could this happen to her? Just the other day she was partying with her friends and drinking, and now she pees and poops herself without the slightest inclination she has. Brenna laid back down and began sucking her thumb. She was dressed in only her diaper and was laying on top of the quilt. Her slim, tan, and very much adult body greatly contrasted the bulky, filled, and colorful diaper. Katy walked in and, upon seeing Brenna's utterly destroyed diaper, let out a small giggle. "It's so cute to see you as the big baby you are!" Katy exclaimed. "Do you need a diaper change Baby?" There was nothing Brenna could say (she had to admit she wanted to be changed) so she crawled into the bathroom half-naked. "No no no silly Baby," Katy said "It's time for the morning walk! We can change you later." Brenna was then dressed in a bonnet and given a pacifier as well as an oversized baby shirt. Then she was put into a stroller and wheeled outside. Brenna's ex-boyfriend's house was across the street. So Katy made sure to wheel the stroller by. Brenna's old boyfriend, Marc, happened to be mowing the lawn when he saw Brenna in her baby clothes and visibly dirty diaper (as if the smell didn't give it away). "What have we hear?" Marc said, "Not such a bitch when you're put in your place huh Brenna?" Brenna looked at Marc pleadingly. "I'm certainly not helping you!" Marc said in response. "Can you come help me change her Marc?" Katy asked. "After what she did to me, I'd love to!" Marc replied. "OK! Come on over." Brenna was then wheeled away and through the neighborhood before being brought back inside. Brenna was stripped bare and then laid onto the mat and powdered. But before the diaper was pulled up underneath her, a small stream of pee bursted out. Katy gasped and giggled a little bit. Brenna looked down shamefully at the pee on the brand new diaper, her cheeks bright red. "You really can't control it can you? That's what newborns do!" Katy said, smiling. "Ha! You really are a baby Brenna! Good luck getting into college when you're peeing yourself like a baby. My two-year-old sister has more control then you!" The tapes were then firmly pulled and fixed on the diaper, but this one wasn't a lockable diaper, as Brenna couldn't control her hands very well anyways. Marc grabbed Brenna's hips and put her in her high chair the right way (Katy had to improvise). Marc then helped feed Brenna and then left, clearly happy with the whole situation. Brenna then was sat in front of the TV watching Teletubbies. "This is where you like to be right?" Katy said and then left the room. Brenna was sitting there on the sofa when she noticed that the front of her diaper was yellow again. Brenna looked at her reflection in the TV and remembered the days where she could use the potty and wasn't half-naked all the time. She wondered what Jeremy would think of her now. She didn't have to wonder for long though, because the doorbell rang that moment. Katy went and answered the door. It was Jeremy. "Hi Katy, is Brenna there?" Jeremy asked, a little worried. "I wanted to see her since I missed her yesterday." "Sure she's here." Katy answered, "Come on in." Jeremy then walked in and saw the almost naked Brenna sitting on the sofa in nothing but a diaper. He didn't know what to think, her beautiful breasts, her perfect belly, and then that terribly wet diaper was a lot to take in. "Is this what you do in your spare time Brenna?" Jeremy asked, curious (and a little turned on). "Because I don't think it's really appropriate for babysitting." Brenna blushed and, upon seeing Jeremy, took her thumb out of her mouth and tried mustering up the control to talk. A little bit of pee gushed into her diaper making it sag down and leak onto the sofa. "Hi Jewemy" Brenna said. At that exact moment Brenna tried to cover herself. Without much luck she fell off the sofa and onto all fours. She tried to stand but instead a warm mass slid into the back of her diaper and a brown discoloring of the yellow diaper began to appear. Brenna looked shocked as ever when reached down and felt the diaper, snug around her bum. She looked up at Jeremy and almost fainted from embarrassment. The cute guy she liked just saw her poop herself. What a moment. "Okay then I should probably go before this gets any weirder. I guess this probably wasn't the best time to come." Jeremy said and left in a rush. Brenna looked at Katy pleadingly. "Alright, I'll change you. Gosh, you don't have to be such a baby all the time. Messing yourself without noticing? I mean, come on. How old are you?" Katy said. That evening, while Brenna was sleeping in the crib, Katy's parents returned. Katy had cleaned up Brenna's mess and changed Brenna's diaper twice more since her "accident" in front of Jeremy. Mrs. Brown greeted Katy at the door. "Hi Katy! I'm so glad you're okay! Where's Brenna?" "Brenna is in her crib." Katy replied. "What?" Mrs. Brown said, a little surprised. "Another one?" Mrs. Brown walked into the bedroom to find Brenna on her back lying awake in nothing but a sodden diaper. There was a pacifier in her mouth and Brenna had a dazed look in her eyes as if she was daydreaming. Mrs. Brown then picked Brenna up out of the crib and took her back home. Brenna had been given small doses of a drug which weakens muscles all around the body, more specifically, the bladder area. The loss of control of most of her body was only temporary, but the loss of control in her bladder and bowels was permanent. To be continued...

How many people out there have "learned" to wet the bed uncontrollably? If so, how long did it take to develop the behavior and have you enjoyed the loss of control?

I'm a young guy in my twenties and I'm on just about every diaper site there is. I'm kinda frusterated because for a long time I've wanted to ahve a diapered experience with another person, and I'm not picky about it being a man or a woman (although I'd kinda' prefer a male). I just want to be babied and playdominated a bit. If you like to wear too, I would help you out. I'm just wanting to have a discreet first time. I'm open to just about anything (seriously) so long as it is private and discreet. If you diapered me I would do anything to please you. I travel for work and I am most often in northern/western pa. I dont know... I'm just frusterated. If you'd like to learn more, or if you just want to talk, feel free to email me at jamie0316@mail.com.

You use a computer. How do you waterproof your computer chair?