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Story Synopsis: Mommy Influencer: The Road to Becoming a Teenage Toddler (Volume 1 of 3) Eighteen-year-old Paul Goldhawk is a gifted actor whose dreams are quietly crumbling. College rejection letters stack up, the girl he loves slips away, and his father’s new marriage to glamorous influencer Lilly has turned their once-comfortable home into a place where Paul feels like an unwanted stranger. Lilly, chasing the last sparks of her fading spotlight, never imagined she’d be raising a resentful stepson who refuses to simply “grow up and leave.” The tension between them is raw, unspoken, and electric. Then Paul’s hidden struggle erupts. Overwhelming stress triggers something deeply private and humiliating he can no longer hide. Incontinence, panic attacks, and crushing shame force him into the one place he finds safety: gentle, supported regression. Thick diapers, pacifiers, and the comforting structure of “little space” become his lifeline — not a kink, but the only thing keeping him from breaking apart completely. The diapers and comfort items come from Lilly’s dearest friend Kim — better known as Mama Kim — whose steady wisdom becomes the unexpected bridge that pulls the fractured family together. What begins as Lilly’s reluctant, camera-ready attempt to manage the crisis explodes into something profoundly real. Suddenly the woman who wanted Paul anywhere but under her roof finds herself becoming the fiercely protective caregiver he desperately needs. Meanwhile, Bryan — Paul’s father and a successful Hollywood executive — finally admits the truth: the industry hollowed out his relationship with his son. Paul’s condition offers Bryan more than a crisis — it gives him a second chance at fatherhood, the chance to trade red carpets for rocking chairs, long shoots for bedtime stories. And quietly entering their world is a new presence — a young woman whose devoted care and quiet intensity bring Paul both unexpected comfort and hidden complications he’s not yet ready to name. Surrounded by an authentic cast of real-life supporting characters who refuse to turn away, Paul begins the long, painful journey back toward the stage he was born to stand on. Tender, cinematic, and unflinchingly honest, Mommy Influencer is a three-volume saga about unconditional love, the healing power of safe regression, and the courage it takes to rebuild when the world tries to break you. Chapter One: Lilly stared at the mirror, meticulously smoothing her platinum blonde hair into flawless waves, each strand gleaming under the vanity lights. At thirty-five, she'd painstakingly built an empire, one glamorous, curated post at a time. Once, Lilly's name dominated social media’s glamour spectrum; her extravagant travel vlogs, couture-filled closets, and meticulously staged selfies commanded millions of followers. Every endorsement deal had been a glittering jewel in her digital crown, each more luxurious than the last. But today, as her perfectly manicured finger scrolled through analytics, the steady decline in followers felt like tiny needles prickling her porcelain skin. Anxiety flickered in her carefully charcoal-outlined eyes as her reflection grimaced back at her. "You ready, Lilly?" Kim called from downstairs, her voice echoing with the unmistakable cheer of someone whose influencer career was effortlessly thriving. "Coming!" Lilly forced brightness into her voice, quickly swiping away her dwindling follower count and smoothing out her silk blouse. Descending the marble staircase of her pristine Sarasota home, Lilly’s smile tightened at the sight of her influencer friends—each glowing, effortlessly chic mothers expertly juggling toddlers, diaper bags branded with luxury logos, and carefully positioned smartphones. Her stomach knotted when Kim, cradling a squirming, giggling two-year-old, flashed a triumphant grin. "Seriously, Kim, your engagement lately has been insane," Tiffany gushed, adjusting her own baby’s organic cotton bonnet, her voice tinged with admiration and envy. "Mommy content is the new goldmine," Kim said smugly, bouncing her child gently on her hip. "Audiences adore real parenting struggles—it's authentic, relatable." Lilly felt her lips twitch involuntarily. Authentic. Relatable. The words tasted bitter in her mouth. Her polished lifestyle—luxury vacations, elite fashion events, exclusive skincare routines—once her currency, now seemed hollow beside the charming chaos of motherhood. "What's it like, Kim?" Lilly found herself asking, genuine curiosity softening her voice despite herself. "Being a mommy, I mean?" Kim's eyes lit up, face animated with a warmth Lilly had rarely seen. "Exhausting, messy, nonstop. I haven't had perfect nails in months because I'm always elbow-deep in mashed peas or diaper cream." Kim laughed warmly, kissing her son’s forehead. "But honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. It's pure chaos, Lilly, but it fills you with so much love, you forget about everything else." Lilly’s heart twisted, an unfamiliar ache settling in her chest. Could she ever feel that way? Could motherhood really become her new platform? "Lilly, maybe you should consider it," Kim teased lightly, casting a glance around the elegantly childless space. "You've got Paul already—instant teenage content! Teenagers can be just as relatable." Lilly forced a laugh, masking her irritation. Paul. Bryan's gangly, withdrawn eighteen-year-old son from his previous marriage. Their interactions were mostly limited to polite avoidance, marked by awkward silences and sidestepped glances rather than genuine familial warmth. Just days ago, they'd argued awkwardly in the kitchen over something trivial. "Paul, have you seen my phone charger?" Lilly asked, her tone sharper than she'd intended. Paul barely glanced up from his cereal bowl, his voice a monotone. "No." "Well, it's not where I left it," she pressed, irritation rising. "Did you take it to your room again?" He sighed heavily, eyes narrowing slightly. "Why would I? I've got my own." "Because you've done it before," Lilly snapped, crossing her arms defensively. Paul shoved his chair back, frustration clear in the tense lines of his body. "Just forget it, okay? I'll buy you a new one if it's that important." The tension between them had thickened into a quiet resentment, their coexistence fractured into strained silences and terse exchanges, punctuated only by Bryan’s occasional interventions from afar. Hours later, as her friends waved cheerful goodbyes, Lilly sank onto her velvet sofa, her mind racing. Bryan, as always, was miles away on another endless business trip, leaving her alone in their pristine yet eerily empty home. Paul, hidden upstairs, absorbed in video games or whatever else consumed teenagers these days, seemed worlds apart. She'd never wanted children—babies were messy, noisy, an inconvenience to her meticulously curated existence. Yet now, desperation gnawed at her. The allure of revived success flickered temptingly, brighter than her long-held reservations. Chapter Two: Lilly woke the next morning surprisingly energized, slipping effortlessly into her brand-new Lulu Lemon leggings and Skechers slip-ons. A smile played on her lips as she recalled Kim's absurd suggestion about creating "parenting content." Parenting Paul, the teenage wastoid? Utterly ridiculous. But then again, perhaps borrowing Kim's adorable toddler Sammy occasionally—"Auntie Lilly" videos could provide the fresh content she needed. As she descended the stairs for her morning run, she paused outside Paul's bedroom door, compelled by an unfamiliar curiosity. Quietly pushing open the door, Lilly was momentarily startled by the sight—Paul lay sprawled across his bed, uncovered, vulnerable, and oblivious. Suppressing a giggle, she noticed Paul's immature frame and whispered to herself, amused, "Well, there's certainly one thing you didn't inherit from your daddy." Shaking her head lightly, she gently draped a sheet over him before silently exiting. Paul stirred awake shortly afterward, his skin prickling from embarrassment and unease. Had Lilly been in his room? Heat rose in his cheeks, shame tightening his chest. Quickly, he forced himself through his morning exercises—sit-ups, push-ups—trying desperately to shed his anxiety. Showering hastily, he avoided eye contact with his own reflection, feeling overly self-conscious about his youthful build. His mother's absence was palpable, the ache for her nurturing presence always a quiet pain. Andrea would have made mornings easier, warmer somehow. Entering the kitchen, Paul sighed at its emptiness. No breakfast—no renewal for the meal service, a subtle neglect. He envied Amber, whose mom made legendary breakfast nachos for her and her friends. Just as his thoughts spiraled darker, Lilly breezed in from her run, glowing and energized but clearly distracted. "Good morning, Lilly," Paul attempted a polite smile. "Good run? Want breakfast?" She paused, assessing him skeptically—his messy hair, childish Ninja Turtles shirt. "No thanks, Paul," she replied lightly, hiding amusement behind politeness. "Shouldn't you get going? You have school." Paul watched her retreat upstairs, irritation simmering beneath a veneer of indifference. Muttering "Dumb bitch," under his breath, he grabbed a Sunny D and protein bar, resigned to another lackluster morning. At school, the familiar anxiety knotted Paul's stomach. His solace lay in Drama and English, but everywhere else he was painfully average. Zach and Mitchell greeted him enthusiastically at his locker. "Hey man, your stepmom’s newest post is fire," Zach teased, elbowing him playfully. Paul grimaced, forcing a laugh, "Dude, that’s gross." It was humiliating having Lilly admired openly by peers. His embarrassment deepened as Amber and her cheerleading squad walked past. Paul’s breath caught, heart hammering. Amber's silky black hair cascaded over her shoulders, her emerald eyes sparkling as she laughed with friends. He daydreamed briefly about holding her hand, walking proudly beside her, hearing her whisper secrets just for him. Reality crashed back when she passed without even a glance, leaving Paul feeling utterly invisible. In gym class later, Paul dribbled the basketball awkwardly, his lanky limbs betraying him. Marcus and Dylan, star athletes, mocked openly, jeering loudly. "Hey, Pauly, pee-wee leagues are that way!" Dylan sneered, causing laughter to ripple through the class. Flustered, Paul felt heat rise to his face, humiliation making his hands shake. Suddenly, a shove sent him sprawling, and in a sickening moment of panic, he nearly lost control of his bladder. Mortified, he stood quickly, feeling his face burn red as he whispered to himself, "Great, still dribbling at 17. No girl's ever gonna want this." Back home, Lilly’s mind raced after her Zoom call with Kim and Mindy, jealousy simmering. Mindy's Huggies deal echoed in her thoughts—a five-year partnership because followers loved "real motherhood." Lilly stared at her declining follower count, resentment twisting her stomach. A spark of inspiration struck suddenly, an idea blooming. She remembered the awkwardness in Paul's demeanor, his shy uncertainty. What if she embraced teenage motherhood content instead? She could dominate a fresh niche, revitalizing her career. Yes, Paul was her ticket back to the top. "I'll My-Fair-Lady him," she whispered excitedly to herself. "Turn him into someone confident, someone followers will root for." Smirking, she considered how she'd charmed Bryan—through his stomach. Cooking Paul's favorite meal, peppercorn steak with twice-baked potatoes and steamed lemon-infused garlic green beans, would soften him up perfectly. That evening, Paul walked in warily, immediately struck by the tantalizing aroma. Lilly, standing poised in the kitchen, smiled warmly. "Hungry, Paul?" Her voice unusually gentle. "Yeah," he answered cautiously, taking a seat. "Smells incredible." The meal was undeniably delicious, each bite softening Paul's defenses slightly. Lilly watched carefully, sensing her opportunity. "Hey, Paul," she began carefully, voice gentle yet persuasive. "Would you… want to film something casual with me?" Paul hesitated mid-sip, skepticism clouding his expression. "Film what exactly?" "Something simple, maybe a day-in-the-life type of thing, or testing new products together," she proposed smoothly, attempting to mask her desperation with calm sincerity. His brows knitted suspiciously. "Why me? Isn't that what your friends' kids are for?" "Exactly," Lilly admitted, smiling with calculated authenticity. "Family content is really popular, and technically, we’re family. Could be good for us, Paul." Paul eyed her critically, thoughts racing. Finally, he sighed, nodding reluctantly. "Fine, just don’t make it weird, okay?" "Great!" Lilly exhaled, surprised by the genuine relief she felt. "It won’t be weird, Paul. It'll just be… authentic." He rolled his eyes softly but surprised himself by continuing the conversation casually. They shared stories of their day, Paul opening up cautiously about his humiliating gym class experience and the persistent ache of feeling invisible. Lilly found herself genuinely laughing and sympathizing, forgetting briefly her calculated intentions. As dinner ended, Paul, feeling oddly content, suggested hesitantly, "Maybe we could catch a movie sometime. Together, or separately if you prefer." Lilly smiled warmly, nodding. "I'd like that, Paul." Upstairs, Paul lay awake, conflicted. Lilly was manipulative—controlling—but tonight had felt almost…normal. His father's words echoed clearly: "Respect Lilly, but you don’t have to call her Mom." Paul hadn't, wouldn’t. Still, as he drifted off, he admitted begrudgingly to himself that dinner had felt comforting, like a glimpse of family he'd long missed. Meanwhile, downstairs, Lilly checked her phone eagerly—her initial teaser post about "teenage step-motherhood" had exploded in views. Her heart raced, excitement building. "This could work," she whispered triumphantly. "Maybe, just maybe, I've finally found my way back to the top." Chapter Three: Kim’s kitchen buzzed with warmth and the aroma of homemade applesauce as Lilly stepped inside, a gentle breeze following her through the open door. Kim was at the center of it all, apron splattered artistically with fresh applesauce, a picture of motherly charm as she attempted to feed her squirmy two-year-old, Dylan. The toddler giggled, smearing applesauce everywhere except his mouth. "Lilly! Come in, grab a seat," Kim greeted cheerily, dodging Dylan’s tiny hands. Lilly slid onto a kitchen stool, eyes sparkling with excitement. "So, guess what? I'm finally doing it—the teenage makeover series! Paul has reluctantly agreed to be my first victim." Kim clapped excitedly, nearly dropping the spoon. "Oh my gosh, this is exactly what you needed! Teens are so hot right now. Maybe something like 'Stepmom Style Rescue' or 'Teen Transformation Tuesdays'?" "Perfect! And maybe a ‘Date-Night Disaster’ episode," Lilly laughed, enthusiasm spilling over as they bounced ideas back and forth. Their excited chatter halted abruptly as Dylan spat out applesauce, giggling at the mess he'd created. "Oh, great," Kim sighed dramatically, wiping Dylan's chubby face. "This could definitely go viral." "Careful, Kim," Lilly teased gently. "Don't expect compliments from any clean eaters. Paul stained his shirt with spaghetti last night. He's 17, not 17 months." Kim laughed loudly. "Paul’s always been adorable. Maybe your teenager needs a teenage-sized bibby!" Their laughter echoed through the kitchen, Dylan joining in gleefully at the sound of their voices. Later in the day sunlight danced over the clear blue water as Paul, Zach, and Mitchell splashed around Paul's backyard pool, passing a basketball between them. Paul leaped, throwing a wild shot that missed spectacularly. "You going FIU for sure, Zach?" Mitchell called, expertly snatching the rebound. "Pretty much set," Zach said, sinking an easy shot. "How about you, Mitch?" "University of Miami," Mitchell replied, puffing his chest out proudly. "Already got my acceptance letter." Paul's stomach twisted. "Cool," he shrugged, attempting casual confidence. "I'm thinking LSU, TCU, or Maryland State." Internally, Paul winced. If only they'd hurry up with those waitlist decisions. Don't blow your cover now, man. "Good luck getting into any of those," Zach teased playfully. "Unless Amber's going with you. Then you might have a shot." "Dude, totally," Mitchell laughed. "No chance in hell," he added, dramatically humming Vince McMahon’s theme song. "Shut up, guys," Paul protested weakly, cheeks reddening. "Amber and I totally held hands once." "By accident," Zach countered immediately, mimicking awkward hand fumbling. Mitchell doubled over laughing. Humiliated, Paul's embarrassment morphed into a mischievous impulse. He launched the basketball hard, unintentionally catching Zach squarely in the groin. "Dude, what the FUCK was that?" Zach shouted, collapsing dramatically into the water. "Language!" Lilly’s voice sliced through the laughter sharply. The boys turned, instantly quiet, captivated by Lilly casually walking toward the sauna. Her white bikini top hugged her curves perfectly, emphasizing her slender waist and gently accentuating her graceful neckline. The matching white bikini bottom sat elegantly on her hips, highlighting her toned legs and shapely figure. Each step she took was confident yet casual, effortlessly drawing attention with a gentle sway that emphasized the natural elegance and allure of her figure. Paul blushed deeper. "Sorry," he muttered. "Remember, Paul, we're filming today," Lilly said breezily. "Play nice." Mitchell helped Zach stand, leaning close with a teasing whisper, "I hate when your stepmom leaves, but love watching her walk away." "Hey, Paul," Zach called weakly, recovering slowly. "Is today's video X-rated or triple-X?" The boys erupted into laughter again, splashing water playfully, while Paul's embarrassment smoldered beneath the surface. "Hey lovelies! Welcome back! Today I'm sharing essential tips for parenting your teenage stepchild!" Lilly chirped into her phone camera as Paul walked reluctantly into frame, visibly uncomfortable. "Can we just not?" Paul groaned, tugging at his shirt awkwardly. "Aw, honey, it'll be quick," Lilly cooed in a soothing, maternal tone usually reserved for toddlers. "Today, we're tackling teen grunge," Lilly continued cheerfully, ignoring Paul’s protest. She began pulling clothes from his closet, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. "Let's see what's hiding in here!" Each item Lilly revealed intensified Paul's embarrassment. "Really, Paul? Is this a shirt or a cleaning rag? Oh, these jeans—did you wrestle a bear in them?" Paul’s anxiety grew with each critique, his face heating painfully. Lilly's internal monologue screamed with frustration. How can he go out dressed like this? We need something that screams confidence, not ‘I found this in a dumpster.’ She triumphantly pulled out an outfit from Paul's childhood—a checkered polo shirt, khaki shorts with suspenders, and a bowtie. "Oh, how adorable! You still fit into this!" "Stop, Lilly! Enough!" Paul snapped, voice shaking, embarrassment turning to anger. "I’m not a toddler! Get out of my room!" "Oh, sweetie," Lilly soothed dismissively, gently patting his arm as though calming a child. "Just a little stage fright. It'll pass once you see how popular this gets. Trust me." "I said STOP!" Paul shouted fiercely, stunning Lilly into silence. "Get the hell out of my closet, my room, my life!" Lilly blinked, caught off guard by his intensity, and silently backed out. Hours later, Lilly sat editing footage in her home office, smiling fondly at the screen. She carefully selected moments where Paul appeared adorably frustrated, giggling at his childish protests. Oh, Paul, she thought affectionately. You really are too precious. She paused on the clip of Paul in the childhood outfit, hesitating before deciding it was too good to exclude. Adorable, yes, but we definitely need to upgrade your style. Her eyes drifted to her calendar, counting down—395 days until Paul left for college. Lilly sighed dreamily, imagining a luxurious cruise with Bryan. Just the two of us, no interruptions. God, we need that. "Only 395 days left," she whispered happily. Engrossed, she swiftly reviewed clips, missing one critical segment—a small slip, an accidental comment recorded clearly. She uploaded the video obliviously, unaware that this seemingly innocent oversight would soon send their lives spiraling into an unexpected, unplanned future, far removed from her dreams of a leisurely cruise.

Hey there everyone I'm here posting another group of stories here, also a little bit of an edit here/revision I forgot to mention that the magic boxx was originally owned and some of the stories were collected and some were written by person named Alec Leamus, the magic box was originally was not really an abdl site it was a place for AR mistaken identity, some of the stories I feel do have some abdl theming. Anyway I'm posting the stories I can gather that were on that site on here just like I did with the Baby Tali Stories. But here's the thing I may need your help if you know a story that was on that site or if you know where I can find some of those old stories I encourage you to DM me or post those stories on here. And finally like with the Baby Tali Stories I am not the author of any of these stories, I am simply a guy trying to do story preservation so these stories don't get lost to the sands of time that is the internet, so if there's a story that ends on a cliffhanger or there is a story you don't care for there's nothing I can do.

Next month, I’m getting a dental procedure needing full general anesthesia due to past trauma. I’ll be bringing my plushie Mackenzie (from Bluey) with me along with wearing my Bluey shirt to help with anxiety followed by a week of recovery in a diaper and onesie. I’ve never worn diapers across multiple days before (especially with me being out of it the first day). Any advice on how to self change and any suggestions on things to buy to enhance my little space? I’ll be gaming a lot while cuddling my Mackenzie plush and looking forward to being in little space for a whole week!

Vicky Williams had a worried expression on her face. She was sitting on the sofa worried that her 20 year old daughter wasn’t socialising enough and was working too hard on her college work. Vicky was a 37 year old brunette mum. “She really needs to get out and meet her friends and stop spending all her time doing her work” I head up to Ellie’s bedroom and knock on the door “Ellie?” Ellie is pouring over notes and mounds of books. Her heavy glasses are sitting on my nose. She hears her mum calling through the door. “Mum, not now. I need to study for the quiz next month. It's important." I say trying to zone you out but I know it's not that easy. Last month, you tried taking me out to go out and meet people for half an hour. I refused as I wanted to really study for college and I wanted to get great grades. I shook my head and got back down to studying. “Ok hun. I was just saying that I’m going to the shops and I’ll be there awhile'' Ellie doesn't hear anything and Vicky heads downstairs and grabs her purse. She gets in the car and drives to the local supermarket. As Vicky approaches the entrance, there are people handing out leaflets. One of them hands her one and she looks at it while going in. ‘All stressed out? Want to relax? Well take a relaxing day at our ‘feel young spa and health centre. You'll feel like a new you.’ Vicky smiles and thinks that Ellie would love that. She put it in her pocket and finished the shopping. 1hr later Vicky puts the bags in the car and drives home still thinking of the spa. She parks the car and puts the shopping away, head up to Ellie’s room. “Ellie, I saw this when I was shopping. Though you could do with it” she says, sliding it under the door. Ellie doesn't see it as she is in the zone. The clock chimes 11. Ellie looks at it and yawns. She wasn't finished with her studies but she was shattered. She got up from the chair and was about to flop onto her bed when she noticed the leaflet on the floor. It looks interesting and Ellie needs a break but she needs to finish this assignment. She puts it onto her bedside table and flops onto her bed and is out like a light. When Ellie woke up the next day, her body aches and her legs feel like lead weights. “God I'm aching, my body feels like I've been to the gym during the night.” She sits up in bed and looks over to her bedside table and takes the leaflet. “This looks really relaxing. I'll get mum to take me.” Ellie gets up and walks like a zombie downstairs. “Um, mum, can we go to the spa resort?” “Well, actually, I guessed you wanted to, so I decided to book us in today. I've signed us up for a few treatments too and I'm just waiting for you to have breakfast and then get dressed and we can go.” Vicky replied. Ellie nods and hurries up getting ready and 10 mins later both Vicky and Ellie are in the car driving downtown to the spa. 20 mins later, Vicky parks the car and both of them enter a big building. The building is an old huge mansion with the name ‘Feel Young Spa’ on the front. They go up to the front desk "Hello and Welcome to ‘Feel Young Spa’ the receptionist greets them. “Hello, we booked today. Our names are Vicky and Ellie.” The receptionist checks the computer. “Yes, right. That looks fine. If you don't mind following this gentleman here and he will take you to your first treatment.” We follow the man and are led into a tiled changing room with two white dressing gowns. “If you would like to take off your clothes and change into these dressing gowns and wait here, someone will be here for you shortly.” He leaves and we start undressing. We finished undressing and waited in the gowns. 5 minutes later, a woman entered the changing room. “Are you guys ready?" She asks and leads them into a room with two massage tables in the middle of it. “Ok, If you could lay down on your back and your waxing will begin soon.” She said, pointing to two tables. Vicky and Ellie lay down on the tables and wait patiently and 2 people walk through the door. “Right, who is Ellie?” Says one of them. She raises her hand. “Right you're mum signed you up for a full wax and relaxation package and Vicky you’ve got a waxing” says. “Can you put these towel round your waist?” We take the robes off and wrap them round our body. “To relax you further, please put on these headphones.” The lady places them on Ellie. On the headphones is peaceful, soothing music. Vicky looks over at Ellie and smiles that she is accepting this. Ellie winces a little bit every time that the wax strips are pulled off but the music keeps her relaxed. Ellie is so relaxed that she doesn't realise that the lady has finished waxing her and starting rubbing oil, herbs and chemicals into her body. Ellie smiles, enjoying it. What Ellie doesn't know is that Vicky has signed her up for the extreme mind stress reliever. This treatment uses hypnosis to mentally regress her mind to a much less stressful time and Vicky has chosen for her to become a 6 month old baby. Included in the package is treatments for Vicky. She will receive some drugs that will make her lactate and be able to carry her new baby. The lady taps Ellie on her shoulder and she opens her eyes and takes one side of the headphones off. “Yes?” Elle says. “Right I’ve put the oils on you so I’ll leave you to soak in them for 10 mins and I’ll be back. Lay back and I’ll check on you then”. The lady says as she starts to leave. She places the headphones back on and closes her eyes. She relaxes again, not bothering to look at Vicky who is talking to the lady. “When will her hypnosis take effect?” Vicky asks. “It will take effect once the clock hits midnight. Your changes will take effect once you get home” the lady says “also you ticked the home changes right?” She nods. “Right, when you get home, everything will be set up but don’t let her see till the next night.” I nod. The lady goes to Ellie and taps her on the shoulder again. “How do you feel? Do you feel relaxed and all nice?” She smiles and says “Oh yes. That felt brilliant. I needed that. I feel so relaxed and my skin feels so smooth and even down there feels nice. What’s next?” “Your next treatment is a mud bath, so get dressed in your gown and follow me” the lady said, opening the door. “Can I keep the headphones on while I enjoy the mud bath?” Ellie asks. “Sure, you wear them all day here” the lady replied. Ellie looked pleased. All three of them walk down the corridor and Ellie is still listening to the music. They all enter the room and there are mud baths full to the brim with mud. Vicky and Ellie slip off the gowns and enter the mud baths. The mud bath feels weird at first but it’s so relaxing. “I feel so relaxed mum. I’m glad we decided to come here.” Ellie says take your headphones off. “Well, I’m pleased to hear that cause you seemed so stressed with all that work. Now let’s soak still in the mud and enjoy the rest of our treatments” Vicky replied, closing her hers and disappearing under the mud. Ellie couldn't do that as the headphones would get dirty. About 30 mins later, the lady came back and told Vicky and Ellie that their session and treatment was over. Ellie took off the headphones and got into the showers and washed the mud off. “Mum you look great, your skin looks youthful.” Ellie says. “Thanks Ellie, you're not looking too bad either, looks like the oils and mud bath is doing your skin good” Vicky replies. A little milk trickles out from her breast but as she is showering, it gets washed away unnoticed. They dry themselves and head to the changing rooms. They head out past the receptionist. “Hope you had a great time. Please spread the word around that we are here” she says with a smile on her face. “Oh we had a lovely time, did we Ellie?” Vicky asks her daughter. “Oh yes, just what I needed. I’ll come again and spread the word.” Ellie says, smiling back. Vicky turns round and wink at the receptionist and she winks back. They head back to the car and arrive home a few minutes later. “I’ll get the wine and you switch on the tv and you choose the channel, Ellie” Vicky said heading into the kitchen. Ellie sits down on the sofa and switched onto an old episode of Friends. Vicky comes out of the kitchen bringing out 2 glasses of wine and hands one to Ellie. “We’ll just have the one glass and then bed ok?” “Ok mum” Ellie replies, raising the glass to her mouth. 20 mins later, the episode had finished, their wine was finished and both were tired. “Well, it’s bedtime. Let’s go, Ellie” Vicky says, getting up from the sofa. “Ok mum, I’m coming” Ellie says groggily. They head upstairs into each of our rooms. The moment Ellie disappears into her room and shuts the door, Vicky sneaks into the spare room to see what the spa people have done. She opens the door and Vicky's heart flutters. The room has been emptied of all the junk and replaced with the cutest baby furniture. It would be for a baby but it’s for Ellie instead so it’s bigger than normal. The room has been painted pink with cartoon animals painted over the walls. There is a white cot along one of the walls and above that is Ellie’s name in grey letters surrounded by a white cloud. In the corner is a nursing chair and a stool. The changing table is white like the cot and on it is a pink changing mat with white hearts. Underneath it, is stacks of diapers, wipes and baby powder. On the floor is a pink rug that covers the floor. Standing behind her is a pink wardrobe. Vicky opens the doors and her heart melts again. Inside are the cutest onesies and dresses hanging up or folded. There is a second compartment with bows, booties and assorted items. Vicky closes the wardrobe and takes in the nursery. “I can’t wait to show Ellie this,” I say to myself. She quietly heads out and closes and locks the door and walks to her room and with a smile on my face, she goes to bed. Meanwhile in Ellie's room, she is having a weird dream. She is 6 months old and everyone is cooing and cawing at her. Ellie tries to talk but just gurgles and drools. She sees her mum come into view. Vicky reaches down and tickles her tummy and Ellie giggles. A strange feeling is in her tummy for a brief moment and a grunt escapes her. Ellie feels a squishy feeling in her bottom and a warm wet feeling around her crotch. She starts crying. Ellie suddenly wakes up looking around and sighing that it was just a dream. She glances over at the clock on the wall and sees that it is 11:00. She closed her eyes again and fell back to sleep again without dreaming again. One hour later the hypnosis starts working. Ellie starts to feel a bit uneasy and turns in her sleep. Gradually her thumb works its way up to her mouth and her thumb enters her mouth and she starts suckling it and Ellie calms down and eases in her sleep. The alarm clock goes off and Ellie opens her eyes. She realises that her thumb is in her mouth and she pulls it out. “That was weird and so was the dream. Anyway, time for breakfast”. She walks downstairs and spots her mum sitting at the sofa drinking her tea. Ellie decided not to tell Vicky about the weird dream, putting it down to the stress of her work. “Thanks for the spa day yesterday mum. I really needed it.” Ellie told her mum. “I feel well relaxed and I can get down and continue my college work.” Vicky stopped drinking her tea. “No worries but I really hoped you would relax a bit longer and take a break from your work.” Her mum looked worried. “I can’t do that mummy.” Ellie looked shocked that she said that and like a kid. “I mean mum. I have an important assignment due in 2 days and it will help me pass.” Ellie said, still embarrassed that she talked like a kid. Vicky acted like she didn’t hear it and just nodded. “Do what you need to do hun. Just remember to take breaks”. Ellie nods and gets her breakfast ready. She pours the cereal in the bowl and pour milk into it and takes it to her bedroom. She puts it on her work table and starts up her laptop and Ellie starts her work. Ellie is busy working on her laptop when an ache from her bladder signals that it’s time for the toilet. Ellie runs to the toilet, pulls down her panties and sits on the loo just in time. She felt that if she waited a little longer, she would have wet her pants. After emptying her bladder, Ellie wipes herself and pulls up her panties and heads back to her room to continue her work. Ellie's tummy rumbles and she reaches over to the bowl of cereal and starts eating and finishes the whole bowl and drinks the cereal milk. She wipes her mouth and continues with her work. Elle had just finished a chapter of her work, when her bladder signals that it's full. “Not again, I don't need it again now”. Another ache and she runs to the toilet again just in time as her bladder muscles release her wee as soon as her bottom hits the seat. “That cereal must have gone through me. Well I don't need to go for a while now.” Ellie cleans herself up and heads back to her room to finish the 2nd part of her work. Ellie sits down on the chair but suddenly stands up as she feels a small damp spot on her panties. Shocked on how she could have a damp spot as she's been toilet trained for 18 years. Ellie quickly whips off her panties and opens her drawer to wear a new pair of panties. She pulls up the new pair and looks at the damp pair asking herself if she should go down to her mum and tell her. After a minute, Ellie decides against it and tells herself that it's just probably just the stress of starting her college work again. She goes downstairs and goes into the living room and switches on the tv to de-stress herself. The tv channel is being changed and stops onto a show called New girl which she loves. 20 mins into the show, Ellie starts to get bored, which is weird as she is usually captivated by it, and she tries to reach down for the remote, she realises that her hand is stuck to her mouth and that she's been sucking on her thumb without her realising. She pulls it out, embarrassed “Why do I keep doing that? I'm not a damn baby! Maybe it's just all this stress with work”. Ellie grabs the remote and starts changing the channel until something catches her eye. Flashes of programs appear on the tv: a cooking show, a nature show, a baby show, a dog behaviour show and a shopping show. Ellie goes to the dog behaviour show and watches it for a few minutes. They are training dogs to do various tricks. Vicky enters the living room and sits beside Ellie. “What on?” “I’m watching a doggie pwogramme….. dog programme.” Ellie looks embarrassed at her speech slur but Vicky pretends not to notice it. “Cute. You finished your work?” “I just need a break mum but it’s nearly done” Ellie replied not taking her eyes of the dog show. As she was answering, a dribble of drool fell from her lips and fell onto her top. Ellie shook her head and wiped the remaining drool from her lips and wiped her top but it still had a drool stain. Vicky looked at Ellie with a mixture of excitement and anticipation with how well it’s progressing. Suddenly Ellie runs upstairs and quickly sits on the toilet and feels her bladder empty but something feels wrong. She suddenly realises that she hasn’t pulled her panties down and is now sitting on the toilet in soaked underwear. Ellie starts crying with her head in her hands. The door opens up and Vicky sees her daughter crying. “What’s wrong?” Ellie looks up and sees her mum standing there. “I forgot to pull my knickers down to wee and also this is the 3rd time I needed the toilet today. I think something is wrong with me! I need to see the doctor.” Vicky walks up to her daughter. “Right I’ll book one for the morning but take a nap and I’m sure you’ll feel better.” Ellie nodded her head but realised that her thumb was in her mouth again and started crying and hugged her mum. Vicky was smiling inside that the hypnosis is progressing nicely. She led Ellie (with difficulty as she was still hugging her) to the bedroom. They both enter Ellie’s bedroom and Ellie started changing her wet knickers and cleaning her legs with wet wipes while Vicky looks at her phone. “Right, that’s the doctors appointment booked for tomorrow afternoon. Let’s get a good night's sleep. I’m sure it’s just stress.” Vicky says hugging her daughter as Ellie puts on clean knickers. Ellie puts on a pink top and lays down on bed and Vicky exits the room closing the door. As she closes the door, Vicky smiles that the hypnosis is working and soon she’ll have her little girl back again. In the bedroom, Ellie is drifting off to sleep and as her eyes close, her hand makes its way up the bed and her thumb enters her mouth, starts sucking on it and drifts into a peaceful sleep.

Brand new monstrum story! It's another story set in my monstrum universe, with lots of returning characters. Set up as a sort-of-anthology, experience multiple tales from various monstrum throughout the world, whose fates are all linked in mysterious ways. We will see a few new types of monstrum, as well as a lot of familiar faces. Each 'book' is it's own little story, but they are all linked, and should be about 70 chapters roughly in total. I'm extremely proud of this one, and it's going to be much more of a mystery story so I'm really excited to see all your theories! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Enjoy! Book 1: Denial Chapter 1: Mummy Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 1 - Denial – LittleFallenPrincess I took my key out, slid it into the mechanism, and turned it slowly. As the heavy lock creaked, the downpour of rain behind me cascaded onto the garden path I just walked up, reminding me that I needed to get the washing in if she hadn’t already done so. But worse than that… it meant that my plan to water the garden with her was ruined… and she had been so excited for it. It’s been so long since she had been this excited about her garden, and in one horrible bout of weather… she was probably heartbroken. If this past month hadn’t been so bad for the weather, maybe I could have done it more with her, but alas… it feels like this month has been a bit of a let down. Maybe we’ll get to do it in a couple of months… if we’re lucky. Now I’ll have to comfort her, get her her favourite blankie, put on some of these human cartoons she loves so much… Okay, it wasn’t all bad. She’ll be sad initially, as she loves her garden nearly as much as she loves me… but that sadness will quickly be erased by giggling at her favourite characters. And to top it off, I’d bake her those cookies she loves so much. That will definitely earn me a kiss on the cheek. Yeah… rainy weekends aren’t too bad. We can do lots together. And even when we can’t… I make what we can do extra special. I want to be the perfect Mummy for her. I want her to be happy and loved and… well I want her to feel as happy as she makes me. So as I unlocked and opened the heavy door… where I was met by a flurry of kisses and a warm welcome home. --------------------------------------------------- “MUMMY!” “Hey lil munchkin. Have you been good?” I replied to her, trying to get into our house, but finding it difficult with a 5'10 woman wrapped around my waist, giving me the biggest hug I’d ever received, planting her face comfortably between my boobs. “I’m always good!” she replied, giving me her biggest, cutest grin from the comfort of my cleavage. “Uh huh… Sure you were… what did you do?” “Me? Do something? Nope… no idea what you’re talking about…” she mumbled, clearly fibbing. “Why is your hair slightly damp? Why is your shirt and skirt slightly damp too?” “I…” “Baby…” I growled at her, using my best dominant ‘Mummy’ voice. “Did you do some gardening?” “Well I was… I was getting the washing in, like you said I should if it started raining… and… umm… well the rose bush needed little trim…” “Sweetie, you’re going to catch a cold. You know you’re already growing weak,” I brushed her jaw-length black hair with her blood-red highlights behind her ear, cupping her cheek in my hand. “I know… buh…” “Sweetie, you need to take it easy. We have to be careful. You’re nearing the end…” “I KNOW! But… I…” she whined, sounding more and more like the bratty toddlers I’m familiar with. “I promise, we’ll do some gardening again soon.” Reaching down, I planted a kiss on her luscious, blood-red lips, sealing the promise. Looking down at this precious little angel that I adored so much… I couldn’t believe after all this time, she was still mine. And I dreaded how much it was going to hurt when this comes to an end. I loved being her Mummy. I would do anything for that bubbly little girl. From her black bobbed hair with the blood-red highlights that we spend way too much time reapplying together every now and again, that she loved to match with her blood-red lipstick… her athletic body that she loved to keep in shape… her warm, golden brown eyes… Her gothic punk aesthetic that she’s been perfecting for the past few… well, decades… Her beautiful tattoos that painted a picture of her life, from her romantic crushes as a young adult, to her interests in her twenties, all the way up to the little cartoon dragon on her wrist that she got to symbolise me… her protector… everything about her was perfect to me. And I loved every inch of her. “Can… we play games together at least?” she asked, in that familiar ‘you’re going to give in if I ask for something in this way’ voice she loves to use against me… knowing full well that it will work. “First, we’re getting you in a nice warm bath. We need to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible, sweetpea,” I replied, softly. “I know… but then games?” “Yes, Princess, then games. But… I won’t go easy on you.” “Good. Then… spankies?” her face lit up as she said this. “Sweetie… it’s not…” Suddenly her face dropped, as if her whole mood sank… and my heart broke in an instant. “Sowwy…” she replied, sighing. “No hun, I’d normally be happy to, but can… can we just have a nice relaxing snuggly evening together? You know we don’t have much time left together… and I’ve been having such a hard time with everyone else…” “People being meanies again? Did Mummy beat dem up?” “Not this time. But had to deal with a bunch of drama. Plus a lot of sensory overload today, so I need a bit of time to unwind. So can we just have a snuggly evening together, baby?” “Uh huh!” She was always so understanding, about all of me. It’s one of the things I loved most about her. And I was going to miss her so fucking much when this all ends. --------------------------------------------------- After I gave her a bath, using a jug to wash the shampoo out of her hair, making sure to cover her eyes, all whilst trying to make her feel as loved and little as possible… I carried her to the bedroom, laid her down on our bed, and spread out a thick nappy, shuffling her on top of it. “You ready, babygirl?” I asked her, her joyous face giving me all the happiness I needed to survive. “Uh huh!” “Such a good girl for Mummy. Now, you stay still whilst I get this on you, then we’ll get you dressed in your favourite witchy onesie… and then yes, we’ll go play games.” She clapped excitedly at that last part, though we both knew she was looking forward to the nappy and the onesie more than anything. So as I got her nappy secured around her waist, giving it a few pats once the tapes were firmly in place, I then sat her up, got her to lift her hands up, and slipped her favourite witchy onesie over her head. “Ready, Princess?” “Uh huh!” she replied, excitedly. As I picked her up, I could feel her getting warm, especially her forehead. She was getting sicker and sicker, and there wasn’t much I could do. I just had to savour every moment with her whilst I could. But this wasn’t the end… There’s no way in Hell I’d let anything happen to this girl if it was. --------------------------------------------------- “AHA! BEAT YOU AGAIN MUMMY!” she cried out, punching the air in victory as yet again, this girl kicked my ass at this stupid racing game. She was always so good at games, whereas I was rubbish. If someone needs their arse handed to them… or if they need something put in its place… I’m your gal. But if you need someone creative, someone who is good at video games, someone who can bring a smile to anyone’s face… well my fiancée is the girl you go to. She rarely gets to leave the house, so she works from home, drawing and taking commissions from people online. Let’s just say… she earns quite a bit as they’re not all ‘Safe For Work’ commissions… But as the month has gone on, she’s found it harder and harder to work, having to cancel some of her client’s work. I try my best to support her. I mean, I could easily cover the bills for the house, and cover all our expenses put together… but she likes to feel like she’s putting her share in. So I support her in other ways, even if some days it's just moral support to continue working. I hate that she’s so shut off from the outside world now, but it’s just too risky for her to go out. Not with her condition. But maybe… maybe one day I can show her off to all my friends and family… and finally tell them all who I really am… “Mummy…?” Sera said, jolting me out of my own thoughts. “Yes baby?” “Are you okay?” she asked, sounding concerned. I didn’t want to worry her. I didn’t want to make her feel bad about any of this. I didn’t want this to end… and I know things change… and people move on… but I didn’t want to. Not now. Not anytime soon. “I’m fine, Princess,” I replied, quickly planting a kiss on her forehead, making her cute little cheeks turn red as I allayed her fears. “You sure? You seem… sadder than usual.” “I promise, I’m fine…” I lied. “Pinky promise?” I knew I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t make such a promise. I can’t break a pinky promise. So I shrugged it, smiled at the girl, and stood up. “Come on, munchkin. Time for bed.” “Buh Mummy…” she whined, in that adorable little way she always does when I tell her it’s bedtime. “But nothing, sweetie. You need your rest, and I need to prepare some things…” “Fine. But you owe me a bedtime story.” “Okay, my little Princess,” I said, grabbing her and effortlessly lifting her up onto my hip, holding her like I would a toddler. “One bedtime story, coming right up…” --------------------------------------------------- “Comfy?” I asked, as I snuggled her with her favourite werewolf stuffie in her arms, in our nice large cosy bed. “Uh huh! I got wolfy an everyfin!” she said, sucking her black dummy, pure love in her eyes as she stared at me. “One of these days I’ll have to introduce you to a couple of werewolf friends I know…” “You know some?” “I do!” I said, smiling back at my adorable little baby. “Oh? Are they nice?” “They are! I think you’d love them.” “Weally? Good, cus you deserve lots an lots of good friends!” “Thank you, babygirl. Now, are you ready for a story?” “Uh huh!” “What kind of story do you want?” I asked, knowing exactly what she was going to ask for. “I wan… another of your famous stories!” There it is. Guessed it. “Which one?” “Tell me the one where you saved the Pwincess…” “I’ve told you that one plenty of times already, munchkin. How about…” “How about how you first met your werewolf friends?” “I… could do that. Now, are you settled?” “Uh huh!” “And I have your bottle right…” I focused all my energy on my open palm that I lay flat in front of me, conjuring the image of her favourite baby bottle, the one I left to cool a bit in the kitchen, the one I stupidly forgot. And after a burst of power from within… the bottle appeared in front of me. “Never gets old…” Sera smiled at me, warmly. “Neither do you…” I joked, booping her on the nose and slipping her dummy out so she could have her bottle, all in one quick motion. “Hey! Yes I do! Jus… not right now…” “Right, here you go baby…” I said, gently teasing her lips open with the teat of the cooled baby bottle, until she took the teat and began suckling it. “Is that better?” She nodded happily, wiggling a bit underneath her black unicorn duvet. I loved her aesthetic. Baby meets goth. Usually the more gothy people in my life have adorable pink dresses and cutesy little personalities. But Sera… even when she’s feeling little, she loves anything gothy and black. It’s one of the things that made me fall for her in the first place. Once I told her her bedtime story, I could see her eyes were getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that she struggled to keep them open. I knew this was it, it was time to let her drift off… Putting my hand on her cheek, I could feel her burning up more. She didn’t have long left. This was going to hurt so much. Not only her… but me. But I… I have the power… This won’t be the end… “Right, babygirl. I’ll see you soon. 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CHAPTER ONE 15 year old Peter sat on the couch in his Aunt Jessica and Uncle Mike’s house. It was a Saturday afternoon and Peter, his parents Andrew (Mike’s brother) Alison and his younger brother Alex, 11, along with the rest of the family were gathered to celebrate Jessica and Mike’s oldest sons Noah’s 16th birthday. Peter was close with his cousins and he liked spending time with his family and he’d been looking forward to Noah’s birthday party all week. Peter also really like soda, especially root beer and after a few cups he really needed to use the bathroom. Unfortunately the downstairs hall bath and the half bathroom off the garage were both occupied. There was the bathroom connected to the room that his Uncle Mike used as an office but he felt awkward using that bathroom. Peter then remembered the upstairs hall bathroom. He got up off the couch and made his way through the crowd of family and Noah’s friends and headed upstairs. Thankfully, the bathroom was unoccupied. Peter let out a sigh of relief and then entered the bathroom and shut and locked the bathroom door. Once Peter was done using the bathroom, he washed his hands; when he went to dry them off he saw there was no towel on the towel rack. He didn’t want to dry his hands off on his pants or his shirt. He then remembered the small closet behind the door where his aunt kept extra towels for the bathroom. Peter opened the door and grabbed a towel, as he did he saw it, a pack of 5t-6t Huggies Pull Ups. He stared at the pack for a minute, the towel in his hand. Peter didn’t know why but he’d always had a fascination with diapers. He’d tried to think of why he did but he could never come up with a reason. He’d just always liked diapers. He dried off his hands and then put the towel on the closet shelf and picked up the pack of pull ups. It was one of the smaller packs with 18 pull ups in it. The pack was opened and there were 16 pull ups left in the pack. Peter guessed the pull ups were for Jake, 5, Jessica and Mike’s second youngest son. His aunt and uncle have four sons, Noah, 16, Tyler, 11, Jake, 5 and Cade, 2. Peter never had the opportunity to get diapers. He had a job and could buy a pack himself. But of the two grocery stores near his house, one was too far and the other he risked the chance of running into someone he knew. The thought of taking this pack of pull ups suddenly popped into his mind. He shook that thought out of his mind and put the pack of pull ups back in the closet. He grabbed the towel and wiped his hands again and then hung the towel on the towel rack. Peter looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, again the thought of taking the pack of pull ups entered his mind again. And again he simply pushed that thought out of his mind. He let out a sigh and then headed back downstairs to the living room and the party.

Hi everyone! Here’s another story for you—this is an attempt at a D&D story. I think you’ll like it; comments and suggestions are welcome. Chapter 1 - Start Caitlin Boyd, a petite, blonde college junior, was incredibly shy—yet she harbored a secret: she was a master poker player. She was sitting at a table belonging to the Kappa Beta Omega fraternity—a group of wealthy guys—in a classic high-stakes game with thousands of dollars on the line; she usually played to earn enough to pay for her engineering degree. A massive oak table dominated the center of the room. Stacks of red, blue, and white chips formed small towers—each representing thousands. Caitlin adjusted her posture, keeping her back straight and her eyes fixed on the cards. No one would notice the microscopic tremor in her hands. No one ever did. "Boyd, you're awfully quiet today," said Marcus, the fraternity president, with an arrogant smirk. "Scared?" She offered a faint smile. "Focused." Caitlin consistently took a lot of money from these guys—and they were far from inexperienced; she played to win. Her starting hand was unremarkable—neither good nor bad. But she spotted the hesitation in the eyes of the guy to her left: he held a hand too strong to fold easily, yet he was terrified of a massive loss. An amateur. She took it all in within a fraction of a second. The way Tyler bit his lower lip when bluffing. The tension in Marcus’s shoulders when he held a strong hand. Andrew’s constant finger-tapping, signaling anxiety rather than confidence. "I'm raising," she said quietly, pushing chips toward the center. The silence was absolute. Tyler tossed his cards down without looking at the table. Andrew followed suit—returning his chips to the stack, a gesture of folding. Marcus, however, leaned forward. His eyes narrowed. "You're bluffing," he said. It wasn't a question. Caitlin kept her expression blank. Internally, she calculated: Marcus held a pair. It wasn't a bad hand, but it wasn't a winner. He was betting on ego, not logic. Perfect. "I might be," she replied, her voice low. "Or maybe you're afraid to find out." The smile vanished from his face. For an instant—just one—she saw something flash in his eyes. Anger. Humiliation. And something else. Recognition, perhaps, that she was more dangerous than he’d thought. Marcus tossed down his cards. "You're damn good at this, Boyd." It wasn't a compliment. It was an accusation. She gathered the chips in silence, stacking them precisely. Two thousand dollars. Enough for the semester. Enough to stay invisible a while longer. As the guys regrouped—ordering more drinks, trying to salvage their egos—Caitlin glanced at the back door. A woman was standing there. Tall. Very tall. With a bearing that didn't belong at any university Caitlin knew. The woman smiled. And Caitlin felt something she’d never felt at a poker table: fear. Caitlin was about to leave when the woman approached and spoke. "Don't you get tired of winning peanuts, Boyd?" the woman asked. "Who are you?" "Oh, honey, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Rebecca, and I'm a scout for a poker club." Caitlin sensed a maternal vibe coming from the woman—something strange—but replied, "I'm Caitlin Boyd..." The woman patted her head and said, "I know, dear—the famous Caitlin, the engineering student." Caitlin caught the scent of lavender on the woman and asked, "What do you want from me?" Rebecca smiled. "An invitation to come to our club, sweetie." She handed over a slip of paper with details, and what startled Caitlin was the prize money: $20,000. She knew a few wins of that size would save her. Rebecca saw the look in the girl's eyes and said, "We have a game tomorrow; the location is right there. If you want to come, the door is open." Rebecca walked away gracefully. In the car, Rebecca smiles and speaks to someone on the phone: "She took the bait." A female voice on the other end replies, "I hope this one is good." Rebecca says, "Oh, very much so; she has potential." The woman on the phone remarks, "The last few 'Littles' were not only weak but also fools." Rebecca replies earnestly, "This one is special, believe me." The woman says, "I'll believe it when I see it." After hanging up, Rebecca—an Amazon—looks at the young woman beside her and says: "Some of these 'Littles' have been taking their attitude too far. In the dimension, they learn respect pretty quickly."

Slim daddy wants to find a little princess to make feel special, care for them and become close on many levels. Open minded enough to RP any ideas you have. Open to most ages of partner, and wanting long term and commitment. No one night stands. Not looking for long distance or online relationships.

Chapter 1: This is a joke, right? Lisa was wandering around her house frantically, getting ready to leave for work. She couldn't find half of what she needed and was about to miss her bus. Finally finding the all-important house keys, she ran out the door, locking it behind her. She sighed in relief and ran down her driveway to find a small package by her mailbox. "That's odd," Lisa thought, "I haven't ordered anything recently." She deposited the package in her purse and hurried to the bus stop just in time to catch the 12, the only bus that stopped near her work. Once taking her seat on the near-empty bus, she pulled out the box and examined it. Only her address was written on it, so she had no way of knowing where it came from or if it was meant for her. She ripped off the tape to be welcomed by bubble wrap. "This is adorable!" Lisa thought as she unwrapped the rest of the package, she saw a cute bracelet with green marble-like rocks. After putting on the bracelet, Lisa spotted a note in the box. Unfolding it, she began to read it. "To whoever receives this bracelet, I am sorry, I just couldn't take it anymore. This thing has ruined my life. I don't know where it came from but received it one day. After a few days of wearing it, I discovered this thing can grant wishes when you say "I wish.." THIS IS NOT A GOOD THING! I swear it's like a monkey's paw. You won't notice it at first, but if you aren't careful, it'll ruin you over time. You can't take back a wish once it's been made. If you are smart, you won't use it! Good luck and good riddance. Please be smart." Lisa laughed; this had to be a joke, right? The bus screeched to a stop, reminding her why she had been on the bus in the first place. Luckily for her, her workplace was only 2 stops away, so it took no time on the bus, but walking would take forever. She climbed off, thanked the bus driver, and went to the small office building in front of her. It was 5 stories high, which was small compared to the skyscrapers in the nearby area. Unfortunately for Lisa, she works on the fifth floor where an advertising company is located. So when the elevator is down, which happens often, an annoying journey up the stairs is required. Not fun in heels. "Please let them be working, please let them be working, please!" She spoke to herself as she turned the corner to where the elevators were. "Closed due to Maintenance" hung on the doors. "Danmit! I wish the elevator would just work." Suddenly, the door behind her opened as the elevator repair man walked out. "Then you got good timing. I just finished up," He told her. "Wait, are you serious? You have it working again?" Lisa's voice carried a mix of disbelief and relief. The repairman nodded, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yep, just finished up. Good timing on your part." A surge of gratitude washed over Lisa. "Wow, talk about luck. Thank you so much!" "Not a problem," he said, stepping aside to let her enter the elevator. "What floor are you headed to?" "The 5th," Lisa replied, stepping in and pressing the button. "Ah, perfect. You're all set then," he remarked, moving to remove the maintenance sign. Lisa couldn't help but grin. "You've just saved me from a trek up a gazillion stairs in these heels. You're a lifesaver." The repairman chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Glad I could be of service. Have a good one!" "You too! Thanks again," Lisa called as the doors slid shut, leaving her alone in the now-functioning elevator. Once on the 5th floor, Lisa rushed over to her desk; she was late enough as it was and didn't want to run into her manager or stop to chit-chat with a coworker and get busted. Setting her things down and taking her seat, Lisa sighed in relief. "Few, finally made it, and now what do I have going on today? Looks like I have a meeting in an hour in conference room 501." *Gurgle* "Shoot, I didn't have enough time to get breakfast. I wish I had something to eat this morning; otherwise, this will be a long day." *knock* *knocK* "Hey, Lisa. Do you have a minute?" Looking up from her Computer, Lisa saw her coworker Sarah. "Hey, Sarah! what's up?" "I noticed you were running a little behind today, and you look like you could use a pick me up. I have an extra breakfast burrito I made this morning. Would you like it? If you heat it up for like 30 seconds in the microwave, it comes out amazing!" "Oh my god, you are a lifesaver, Sarah! Thank you so much. I had a hectic night last night; I'll tell you more about it at lunch." "Rain check, I'm heading out early today; I've got a doctor's appointment I need to go to, maybe Monday after the weekend unless you want to meet sooner?" "I'll get back to you. I got to unbury myself; there's a ton of things I need to catch up on." Sarah's breakfast burrito was amazing and definitely hit the spot. Now being able to focus, Lisa spent her time before her meeting catching up on emails and direct messages and preparing for the meeting. The prep work paid off while in the meeting as she provided solid updates on the status of their latest project, but before returning to work, she had to stop by the bathroom for a pee break. Only to see that three other ladies were waiting for a stall to open up. "Can you believe how long these lines get during peak hours?" Lisa chuckled nervously, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Yeah, tell me about it," replied Sarah, her voice sympathetic. "I swear, I practically live in this line some days." A middle-aged woman in line with them nodded in agreement. "You'd think they'd install more stalls or something with how crowded it gets." Lisa chuckled, feeling discomfort as another wave of urgency hit her. "Yeah, that would be nice. Honestly, I wish I didn't have to pee so often." Sarah chuckled. "Yeah, it's just one of those things we women have to deal with, right?" Lisa nodded, trying to ignore the increasing pressure in her bladder. "Yeah, I suppose so." As they continued to wait, Lisa's discomfort grew. She shifted from one foot to the other, trying to distract herself from the urge to pee. But the pressure was becoming unbearable. "Come on, come on," Lisa muttered, hoping desperately for a stall to open up soon. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, one of the stalls became available. Lisa practically dashed inside, grateful for the relief it offered. The discomfort from her full bladder now a distant memory. She resumes her work with renewed focus, navigating the rest of the day's tasks without significant hiccups. As evening approached, Lisa gathered her belongings, ready to return home on the bus during the peak transit hours. She joined the bustling crowd at the bus stop, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of dinner and relaxation after a long day at work. The bus arrived, and she could already see from the outside that it was pretty full. Upon getting inside, she saw her suspicion was correct: no seats left, and she'd have to stand. As Lisa stood in the crowded bus, she felt a sudden, urgent need to pee. Panic surged as she glanced down at her new pair of pants, desperately not wanting to ruin them. The pressure in her bladder was unbearable, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. Without thinking, she frantically whispered, "I wish I had some way to protect my pants." Instantly, she felt a strange sensation over her, followed by a wave of relief as she felt herself peeing. But to her shock, her pants remained completely dry. At the same time, her crotch started to feel warm. Lisa's eyes widened in disbelief as she was peeing herself. She glanced around nervously, hoping no one had noticed her moment of weakness. But as she looked at her fellow passengers, she saw that they were all engrossed in their conversations or staring blankly out the window, oblivious to her predicament. Feeling both relieved and bewildered, Lisa cautiously reached down to touch her pants, half-expecting to find them soaked despite the lack of any wet sensation. But to her amazement, they were completely dry, as if nothing had happened. However, she noticed that her underwear seemed like they swelled up, absorbing the pee, as she could still feel the warmth, and even a bit of weight was now weighing them down. "What the heck is protecting my pants?" Chapter 2: Is that a Pullup? As the bus rumbled along its route, Lisa's mind raced with confusion and disbelief. She glanced around, hoping no one would notice that she just peed herself. "What just happened?" she whispered, her heart pounding with embarrassment and bewilderment. She tried to calm her nerves with a deep breath, chalking it up to a bizarre fluke. Maybe her mind was playing tricks on her, or she was just overly stressed from the long day at work. But even as she tried to rationalize the inexplicable event, a nagging sense of unease lingered in the back of her mind. There was something undeniably strange about the way her pants remained dry despite it feeling like her bladder released its contents. Lost in her thoughts, Lisa almost missed her stop. With a jolt of realization, she made her way to the front of the bus, eager to escape the uncomfortable confines of the crowded vehicle. Stepping off the bus onto the sidewalk, Lisa took a moment to gather her thoughts. She knew she couldn't dwell on the strange occurrence forever; she had to focus on getting home and putting the bizarre incident behind her. As she walked the short distance to her apartment building, Lisa couldn't shake the feeling of the swollen underwear between her legs, making her worry that her peeing wasn't just in her head. Entering her apartment, Lisa tossed her purse onto her beanbag chair in her bedroom. The box and note were still in it, slightly spilling out of her bag as it landed. Feeling utterly drained both physically and emotionally, Lisa moved to her couch out in the living room and collapsed onto it. She needed time to process everything that had happened but knew she couldn't afford to dwell on it indefinitely. With a sigh, she pushed herself to her feet and went to the kitchen, her stomach grumbling in protest. Dinner seemed like a distant afterthought, but she knew she needed to eat something to replenish her energy after the long day. As she rummaged through the fridge, her eyes fell on a box of leftover pizza from the night before. With a shrug, she grabbed the container and popped a few slices into the microwave. As she waited for her meal to heat up, her thoughts drifted back to the strange bracelet on her wrist. It was adorable, but where did it come from? Was it okay to keep it? What was up with that weird note? *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* The microwave sounded, breaking her train of thought and bringing her back to her dinner. As Lisa sat down to eat her dinner, she couldn't shake the unease that had settled over her since the bizarre incident on the bus. The pizza tasted bland, the flavors muted by her racing thoughts. She kept glancing down at the bracelet on her wrist, its intricate design catching the light from the overhead lamp. With a heavy sigh, Lisa took her last bite, her appetite gone from the bland flavor. She felt she should address the weird feeling from on the bus but wasn't sure where to start; it was all too weird. The logical part of her brain screamed that it was all just in her head, a series of strange events with rational explanations. But deep down, she couldn't shake the feeling that something more was at play. After staring blankly at the wall for a few minutes, Lisa pushed herself up from the table and went to the bathroom to shower. The shower's hot water sounded inviting, a temporary escape from the chaos swirling around her mind. As she undressed, she couldn't help but glance down at her underwear. To her horror and confusion, she saw that her panties had been replaced by what looked like a girls' pull-up diaper. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks, sending a shiver down her spine. "What the...?" Lisa muttered, her hands trembling as she touched the strange garment. It was soft to the touch. Panic threatened to overwhelm her as she struggled to comprehend what was happening. Confused, she stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, the image of a grown woman wearing a diaper staring back at her. As Lisa stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection in disbelief, she tried to convince herself that it was all just a bizarre hallucination brought on by stress and exhaustion. "This can't be real," she muttered, her voice trembling with uncertainty. Shaking her head, she quickly stripped off the pull-up diaper, tossing it into the trash bin with disgust and disbelief. "I must be losing my mind," she whispered, her hands still trembling as she turned on the shower, desperate to wash away the day's strange events. The hot water cascaded over her body, providing some much-needed comfort and clarity amidst the chaos of her thoughts. As she scrubbed away the tension and confusion, she tried to push aside the nagging feeling that the diaper was real. Once she had finished her shower, Lisa wrapped herself in a towel and stepped out of the bathroom, determined to put the bizarre events behind her and get some much-needed rest. With each step, she tried to convince herself that it was all just a figment of her imagination, resulting from an overactive mind and a stressful day at work. She moved to her bedroom, where she retrieved a fresh pair of panties from her dresser drawer, determined to put the day's strange events behind her. Slipping into the comfortable cotton panties, Lisa couldn't shake the memory of the pull-up diaper she had found herself wearing earlier. It was all too surreal, too bizarre to be real. Yet, the soft fabric of the panties against her skin offered some semblance of normalcy, grounding her in the present moment. Oddly, they didn't feel like the pull-up she thought she saw herself wearing. Could it have really been a pull-up diaper? With a sigh, Lisa grabbed a cozy pair of pajamas from her closet, eager to relax and unwind after the tumultuous day she had endured. As she slipped into the soft fabric, she felt a slight sense of relief wash over her, the warmth of the pajamas soothing her frayed nerves. Tired from the day's events, Lisa opted to go to sleep and crawled into bed. She usually would stay up to watch some TV or read a good book, but with the stresses from work, the date she had last night, and the weirdness she experienced today, she figured getting sleep was the better option for tonight. Chapter 3: That was a Weird Dream On Saturday morning, Lisa awoke to the sunlight seeping through the curtains. She groaned softly as she stretched her limbs, feeling the warmth of the morning sun. She enjoyed the blissful ignorance of sleep for a moment, her mind still shielded from the previous day's events. But as she shifted in bed, her thoughts inevitably drifted back to the strange occurrences that had unfolded—a bizarre package, a mysterious bracelet, and the unsettling discovery of the pull-up she was wearing. "Must've been a weird dream," she mumbled to herself, her voice thick with sleep as she attempted to dismiss the surreal memories that lingered in the recesses of her mind. "There's no way any of that was real." Despite her attempts to convince herself of the absurdity of it all, a lingering sense of unease persisted within her consciousness. There was something undeniably tangible about the memories, a lingering presence that refused to be dismissed as mere figments of her imagination. Pushing aside her lingering doubts, Lisa swung her legs over the edge of the bed, preparing to face the day ahead. As she stretched, a sudden, intense pressure in her bladder jolted her from her thoughts, causing her to freeze mid-motion. "Uh-oh," she muttered under her breath, her heart sinking as the urgency of her need to pee washed over her. It was an overwhelming sensation, demanding her immediate attention and threatening to ruin her day before it started. Lisa scrambled out of bed, her movements quick and frantic as she stumbled towards the bathroom. The painful discomfort with each step reminded her of the urgency to relieve herself. As Lisa reached the bathroom door, her sense of urgency intensified, each step feeling heavier as if trudging through mud. The pressure in her bladder seemed to swell with each passing second, a relentless reminder of her body's urgent demand. Finally reaching the bathroom, Lisa's hand trembled as she reached for the doorknob, her heart pounding. With a shaky breath, she pushed the door open and stepped inside, her eyes darting to the familiar sight of the toilet. But before she could register her next move, a sudden wave of warmth flooded her. Panic seized her as she realized what was happening, her hands fumbling with the waistband of her pajama pants in a frantic attempt to undo them. But a strange sensation overcame her before she could even step closer to the toilet. A soft rustling sound filled the air, accompanied by a strange sensation against her skin. Lisa's eyes widened in shock as she looked down, expecting to see her pants darkening with the telltale signs of her accident. But to her bewilderment, her pants remained dry, untouched by the inevitable release of her bladder. Instead, a faint crinkling sound reached her ears, followed by the sensation of something expanding against her skin. With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Lisa realized what was happening. Her heart raced as she looked down, her eyes widening in disbelief at the sight before her. A pull-up diaper, once again, was in the place of her panties, soaked with the evidence of her accident. Lisa's breath caught in her throat as she stared at the surreal scene before her, unable to comprehend how such a thing could happen. This still had to be a dream, right? There's no way this would be possible. But it felt real. There she was, seeing herself in the mirror again, in a soaked pull-up diaper for little girls. Looking around, she could tell she was still in her apartment; things weren't different, and then it caught her eye. Her purse was sitting on the beanbag chair in her room, with a small box and a note sticking out. The reality of the situation sank in, and a sense of dread washed over her. This was no dream, no figment of her imagination. It was all too real; Lisa quickly slid back up her pants and ran over to the note to reread it and see if she missed any information. Lisa frantically sifted through the box's contents, her hands trembling with anxiety and disbelief. She felt frustration wash over her. The absence of clues regarding the mysterious bracelet's origin only increased her bewilderment. She scanned the note again, her eyes darting over the hastily scrawled words in search of any hidden meaning or clue that might shed light on her predicament. But the message remained cryptic, offering no further insight into the true nature of the bracelet or its origins. A sense of helplessness washed over Lisa as she realized nothing could explain what was happening. She then attempted to remove the bracelet from her wrist, but her efforts proved futile, the band clinging stubbornly to her skin as if fused in place by some unseen force. Panic surged through her veins as she tugged at the bracelet with increasing desperation, her mind racing with a million unanswered questions. Suddenly, her phone started to ring, breaking her thoughts and frustration at the bracelet. She fumbled for her phone, her heart pounding with fear and apprehension. The caller ID revealed Sarah's name. With a shaky breath, she answered the call, her voice a little cracked from her worries and just recently waking up. "Hello?" she ventured tentatively, followed by her clearing her throat as she realized how raspy she first sounded. "Hey, Lisa, are you okay?" Sarah's voice sounded concerned, her words tinged with worry as she sensed the tension in Lisa's voice. Lisa hesitated momentarily, grappling with the overwhelming urge to confide in Sarah, to unburden herself of the weight of her newfound reality. But the fear of sounding insane, of being dismissed as delusional, held her back. "I... I'm fine," she replied hesitantly, her words tinged with uncertainty as she struggled to mask the turmoil within her. "Just... woke up a minute ago. What's up?" "I just wanted to check in on you," she said softly, her words laced with sincerity. "You seemed a little off yesterday, and I wanted to ensure everything's okay. Maybe meet up for coffee and talk about Thursday night?" "Oh, that's right! I didn't get to tell you yet, did I?" she replied, her voice becoming energized with the distraction and the prospect of sharing the spicy details of her date on Thursday. "That sounds great," Lisa said, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips despite the lingering unease gnawing at her. "Coffee sounds like just what I need right now." Sarah's relieved sigh was audible through the phone. "I'm glad to hear that. How about we meet up at Brew Haven around noon? That should give us plenty of time to catch up." "Sounds perfect," Lisa replied, her voice steadier now as she focused on the prospect of spending time with her friend. "I'll see you there." Lisa's mind raced with a million conflicting thoughts and emotions as they confirmed the details. On one hand, she was grateful for the distraction and the chance to talk with Sarah about her recent date. But on the other hand, she couldn't imagine having another accident while hanging out with her friend. Chapter 4: New Panties Please As Lisa stood in the bathroom stall, her mind reeling from the surreal experience, she couldn't shake the feeling that something extraordinary was happening. The evidence was right in front of her—the pull-up diaper now snugly wrapped around her hips, soaked with her latest accident. With trembling hands, Lisa reached down to touch the smooth fabric of the pull-up, her fingers tracing the contours of the unfamiliar material. It was a surreal sensation, the reality of the situation sinking in with each passing moment. "I... I can't believe this is happening," she murmured to herself, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggled to face the bizarre turn of events. "This... this can't be real." But as she looked down at the pull-up, its soft padding offering a strange comfort in her confusion, Lisa knew she could no longer deny the truth. Something extraordinary was at play. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Lisa forced herself to focus on the task at hand. She couldn't afford to dwell on the surreal nature of her situation, not when there were other people waiting outside for the stall. Gathering her courage, Lisa quickly checked her pants for any signs of the pull-up underneath. To her relief, there was no telltale bulge or outline that would give away her secret. It was as if the pull-up had seamlessly blended into her clothing, leaving no trace of its presence. With a silent prayer of gratitude, Lisa straightened her posture and composed herself before finally flushing the toilet to avoid suspicion and unlocking the stall door. Stepping out into the bathroom, she offered a quick apology to the other ladies waiting outside, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at her earlier rudeness. "Sorry about that," she muttered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she met their gaze with a sheepish smile. "I didn't mean to cut in front of you like that." The other women offered polite nods in response, their expressions a mixture of annoyance and understanding. "No worries, honey," one of them said, her tone gentle and reassuring. "We've all been there before." With a sense of relief, Lisa hurriedly washed her hands, eager to put some distance between herself and the awkward encounter. As she exited the bathroom, Lisa's mind raced with questions, her thoughts consumed by the inexplicable magic that seemed to be at play. How was it possible that her panties had transformed into a pull-up, seemingly of their own accord? And what did it mean for her future if such bizarre occurrences continued to unfold? As she walked, Lisa couldn't shake the uncomfortable sensation of the wet pull-up against her skin, a constant reminder of her life's surreal turn. Feeling increasingly frustrated and disgusted by the situation, Lisa couldn't help but resent the childish garment clinging to her hips. It was a humiliating symbol of the inexplicable magic that seemed to have taken hold of her life. With a deepening scowl, Lisa finally reached her desk and sank into her chair, the wet pull-up squelching beneath her with an unpleasant squish. Grimacing, she shifted uncomfortably, trying in vain to find a position that would alleviate the discomfort. But as she fidgeted in her seat, her mind raced with a single thought: she needed to figure out what was causing these bizarre occurrences. With its cryptic note and mysterious powers, the bracelet seemed to be the only explanation. With trembling hands, Lisa reached down to her wrist, fingers fumbling over the smooth surface of the bracelet. She tried to slide it off, but it refused to budge as if fused to her skin. Panic rising within her, she attempted to cut it off with scissors from her desk drawer, but the metal remained unscathed as if mocking her futile efforts. Frustration boiled within her, mingling with a sense of helplessness. She was trapped, bound to this cursed bracelet with no means of escape. Each wish only seemed to entangle her further in its magic web, leaving her more powerless than ever. Desperate for answers, Lisa began to make wish after wish, each more fervent than the last. She wished for the bracelet to be removed, for knowledge about its origins, for it to disappear entirely, for it to stop meddling with her life. But with each wish, nothing changed. The bracelet remained firmly in place, keeping her captive until satisfied. Defeated, Lisa slumped back in her chair, tears of frustration pricking at the corners of her eyes, threatening to overwhelm her with the magnitude of the situation she found herself in. How had a simple bracelet turned her life upside down in such a short amount of time? As she leaned back, on the edge of tears, "I wish I at least had a new pair of panties," she muttered under her breath, more as a desperate plea than a genuine belief in its fulfillment. With tears threatening to spill from her eyes, Lisa's whispered wish hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of her desperation for a reprieve from the chaos. As Lisa attempted to gather her composure and focus on her work, she reached into her purse for her earbuds, hoping that immersing herself in music would offer a temporary escape from the chaos swirling around her. With trembling fingers, she fumbled through her bag until her fingertips brushed against something unexpected. Pulling out her hand, Lisa's eyes widened in surprise as she stared at the object now nestled in her palm—a pristine pair of panties, neatly folded and seemingly untouched by the events of the day. She blinked in disbelief, unable to comprehend how they had appeared in her purse as if materializing out of thin air. For a moment, Lisa questioned her sanity, her mind reeling from the inexplicable sight before her. But as she reached out to touch the fabric, her fingers tracing the delicate lace trim, she couldn't deny the reality of the situation. Somehow, her wish had been granted again, this time in a manner that defied all logic and reason. As Lisa looked around the bustling office, her heart pounding with apprehension, she couldn't shake the nagging suspicion that someone must have seen her moment of desperation, running to the bathroom. Thinking she might have leaked and needed a new pair. But as she scanned the room, her gaze darting from one face to another, she found no trace of recognition or curiosity in the eyes of her coworkers; hell, no one was even glancing her way. Breathing a sigh of relief, Lisa focused on getting changed and cleaned up. Grabbing her purse, she stood up and headed towards the bathroom, knowing she needed a way to conceal the pull-up for safe disposal. She is glad to at least have a change of underwear, her mind racing with a million questions and fears. What if they think she can't control her bladder? What if she couldn't? The thought made her skin crawl with unease, a cold shiver running down her spine as she pushed open the door to the restroom. Inside, the familiar hum of running water and whispered conversations greeted her, a comforting backdrop to the chaos swirling within her mind. With practiced ease, Lisa made her way to the nearest stall; thankfully, the line had subsided, her movements brisk and efficient as she locked the door behind her and quickly shed her soiled garment. A sense of relief washed over her as she peeled off the wet pull-up. A chill ran up her body as the cool air of the restroom offered a welcome reprieve from the suffocating discomfort of the past hour. With trembling hands, Lisa hastily donned the fresh pair of panties, her fingers fumbling with the delicate lace trim as she struggled to compose herself. But as she finished dressing and prepared to leave the stall, a sudden wave of panic washed over her, the fear of discovery gripping her heart with icy fingers. What if someone saw her leaving the stall with the pull-up in her purse? The thought made her stomach churn with dread, her mind racing with a million worst-case scenarios. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Lisa closed her purse after burying the pull-up as far down as she could. With a determined stride, she unlocked the stall door and stepped out into the restroom, her gaze sweeping the room for any sign of prying eyes. To her relief, the restroom was empty, the only sound the distant chatter from the hallway outside. With a sigh of relief, Lisa made her way to the nearest trash bin, her movements quick as she dug out the pull-up and disposed of it. But as she left the restroom, her heart skipped a beat as she collided with a familiar figure standing right outside, her eyes widening in surprise as she found herself face to face with Sarah. "Hey, Lisa!" Sarah exclaimed, her tone bright and cheerful as she offered her friend a warm smile. "Fancy running into you here. Everything okay?" For a moment, Lisa felt a surge of panic coursing through her veins, the fear of discovery threatening to overwhelm her. But with a forced smile and a casual shrug, she brushed off Sarah's concern with practiced ease, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "Yeah, everything's fine," Lisa replied, her tone light and nonchalant as she sidestepped Sarah's probing gaze. "Just needed a quick break, you know how it is." Sarah nodded understandingly, her expression sympathetic as she reached out to squeeze Lisa's shoulder in a gesture of support. "Of course, I get it," she said, her tone gentle and reassuring. "Well, if you ever need to talk, you know where to find me. I'm always here for you." "Thanks," Lisa said, her voice tinged with warmth as she met her friend's gaze. "I really appreciate it. There's been a lot going on lately that I'm honestly still working through. I could use a coffee date if you're up for it tomorrow?" "Absolutely! Text me over the details later; I'm open all day." With a final nod of gratitude, Lisa turned and headed back to her desk, her mind still reeling from the whirlwind of emotions and revelations that had unfolded throughout the day. As she settled into her chair, she couldn't shake the lingering sense of impossibility. Glancing at the clock, Lisa realized she still had a few hours left in the workday. With a determined sigh, she forced herself to focus on the task at hand, pushing aside her worries and distractions as she delved into her work with renewed determination. As the hours ticked by and the end of the workday drew near, Lisa's curiosity got the better of her. With a hesitant glance around the office to ensure no one was watching, she reached down to her wrist and touched the smooth surface of the bracelet, her fingers tracing its intricate patterns with a sense of trepidation. Summoning her courage, Lisa closed her eyes and made a wish, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke the words that would set the wheels of fate in motion. "I wish I didn't have to ride the bus," she murmured, her heart pounding as she awaited the inevitable response. To her surprise, the answer came swiftly and unexpectedly as a ringing phone. Startled, Lisa reached for her cell phone, her pulse quickening with anticipation as she answered the call. "Hello?" she said, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she held the phone to her ear. "Hey, sweetie, it's Mom," came the familiar voice on the other end of the line, warm and reassuring. "I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing." Disappointment flooded through Lisa at the sound of her mother's voice. It was great to hear from her, but she was hoping for a call about winning a car or something. Either way, her mom's call was a comforting reminder of the love and support that surrounded her. With a grateful smile, she leaned back in her chair, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders as she settled into the conversation with her mom. As they spoke, Lisa's mother mentioned that she was in the area and offered to give Lisa a ride home from work, sparing her the usual ordeal of navigating the crowded bus and rush-hour traffic. Grateful for the unexpected gesture, Lisa readily accepted, her heart swelling with gratitude for her mother's kindness. As she hung up the phone, she couldn't help but wonder, did her wish come true? At least she didn't have to ride the bus today, but was it just a coincidence? Meeting her mom in the office lobby, Lisa couldn't help but notice the weary lines that creased her mother's face, the sadness that lingered in her eyes. Sensing that something was amiss, Lisa hesitated momentarily before approaching the subject with her mother, her voice hesitant as she spoke. "Mom, is everything okay?" she asked, her tone filled with concern as she searched her mother's face for any sign of distress. Her mother hesitated momentarily, her gaze drifting away as if lost in thought. But then, with a heavy sigh, she finally spoke, her voice tinged with sadness and resignation, as her eyes began to tear up. "No, sweetheart, everything's not okay," she admitted, her words weighted with emotion. "Your father and I... we're having some problems. I... I left him this morning. Nothing's final, but I'm frustrated." Lisa's heart sank at her mother's words, a wave of sadness washing over her as she realized the depth of her parents' troubles. She reached out to her mother, offering a comforting hug as tears welled up in her own eyes. "I'm so sorry, Mom," Lisa whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I had no idea things had gotten this bad. You don't have to talk about it now if you don't want to, but know that I'm here for you, no matter what." Her mother returned the embrace, holding onto Lisa seeking solace in her daughter's arms. "Thank you, sweetheart," she murmured, her voice muffled against Lisa's shoulder. "I just need some time to figure things out. But it means the world to me to know that you're here for me." As Lisa and her mom walked out of the office building towards her mom's car, Lisa couldn't help but notice the trunk of her car was packed full of her belongings. Concern etched lines on Lisa's forehead as she glanced at her mom. "Mom, where are you staying?" Lisa asked gently, her voice filled with worry. Her mother sighed, a mixture of exhaustion and uncertainty clouding her expression. "I... I don't know yet," she admitted, her voice tinged with sadness. "I just needed to get away for a while, figure things out." Lisa's heart ached for her mother, the weight of their shared troubles pressing down on her shoulders. Without hesitation, she squeezed her mom's hand, offering a silent gesture of support. "You can stay with me," Lisa blurted out before she could second-guess herself. "I mean, if you want to. My apartment isn't big, but we'll make it work." Tears welled up in her mother's eyes, gratitude shining bright amidst the uncertainty. "Oh, sweetheart, thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I would do without you." As they reached Lisa's car, her mother hesitated before turning to her with a hopeful smile. "And if you ever need a ride somewhere, just let me know. I'll be there for you." As Lisa's mom's words hung in the air, Lisa felt her heart skip a beat, her mind racing with a sudden, chilling realization. Could it be possible that her wish had inadvertently affected her mother's behavior? The thought sent a shiver down her spine, the weight of guilt settling heavily upon her shoulders. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Lisa replayed the events of the last two days in her mind, searching for any connection between her wishes and the events that had unfolded. It was too much of a coincidence to ignore—the timing, the circumstances, everything seemed to point to her. As her mother climbed into the driver's seat and started the car, Lisa's thoughts whirled with uncertainty and fear. What had she done? What if her wishes continued to impact the lives of those around her, causing unintended consequences and chaos? Chapter 5: Motherly Advice As Lisa and her mom drove back to Lisa's apartment, the silence between them was intense, the air thick to the point where you could cut it with a butter knife if you wanted to. Unspoken words and unresolved emotions lingering in the air. Lisa stared out the window, lost in thought, her mind still reeling from the realization that her wishes might be affecting those around her. Her mom glanced over at Lisa, concern etched on her face. "You've been quiet, sweetheart. Is everything okay?" she asked, her voice gentle. Lisa blinked, gazing away at the passing scenery to meet her mother's worried eyes. "Yeah, Mom, everything's fine," she replied, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Her mother studied her for a moment as if trying to decipher the truth hidden behind Lisa's facade, but ultimately, she sighed and returned her attention to the road. "Alright, sweetheart, if you say so," she said, her tone tinged with disappointment. Lisa's heart twisted with guilt at the hurt evident in her mother's voice, but she couldn't bring herself to confide in her just yet. Not when she didn't fully understand the extent of the situation herself. As they pulled into the parking lot of Lisa's apartment building, Lisa felt a knot tighten in her stomach. She glanced over at her mother, her heart heavy with the burden of her secret. How could she explain what was happening without sounding crazy? "Thanks for the ride, Mom," Lisa said softly as they stepped out of the car, her eyes avoiding her mother's concerned gaze. Her mother frowned, sensing Lisa's unease. "Are you sure everything's alright, Lisa?" she asked, reaching for her daughter's hand. Lisa forced a reassuring smile, the weight of her guilt threatening to crush her. "Yeah, everything's fine. Just a lot on my mind lately, you know?" she replied, her voice tight with emotion. Her mother's expression softened with understanding, but Lisa could see the worry lingering in her eyes. "Well, if you ever need to talk about anything, you know I'm here for you, right?" her mother said, her voice filled with love and concern. Lisa nodded, her throat tight with unshed tears. "Thanks. I appreciate it," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. As they made their way to Lisa's apartment, her mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. How could she fix the situation with her parents? Would a wish fix it? The thought of her mother being affected by her wishes filled Lisa with a sickening dread. Once inside her apartment, Lisa helped her mother carry in a few bags of clothes, among other things, her movements distracted as she tried to push aside her mounting anxiety. But as they set the bags down in the living room, a sudden urge gripped Lisa "Shit..." she cursed under her breath as she stumbled backward, nearly dropping the bags she was holding. Her mother's eyes widened in alarm, concern etched on her face. "Lisa, what happened? Are you okay?" she asked, rushing to her daughter's side, concern etched on her face, Lisa forced a tight-lipped smile, her mind racing with panic. "I-I'm fine, just need to use the bathroom," she stammered, her voice strained with the effort of holding back her urgency. Without waiting for a response, Lisa hastily set down the bags and bolted towards the bathroom, her hand pressed tightly between her legs as she fought to maintain control. Her mother's worried gaze followed her daughter's frantic movements, her heart twisting with concern at the sight of Lisa's obvious distress. As Lisa reached the bathroom door, her bladder screamed for release, a hot wave of pressure coursing through her body. With a shaky exhale of relief, Lisa pushed open the door and stumbled into the bathroom, her legs shaking with the effort of holding back her impending accident. Her mother hovered anxiously in the hallway, her eyes wide with concern as she watched her daughter's desperate dash to the toilet. With a frantic whimper, Lisa reached the toilet just in time, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her desperate need to pee. With a shuddering sigh of relief, she collapsed onto the seat, her bladder releasing a torrent of pent-up pressure. Hisssssss..... Outside the bathroom, Lisa's mother stood frozen in place, her heart heavy with worry as she listened to the sound of her daughter's desperate relief. There were no signs she had to pee that bad. Did she even know she had to go that bad? Her mom thought, worried about the health and well-being of her daughter. As Lisa sat on the toilet, her mind raced with a whirlwind of confusion and fear. What was happening to her? Why did she keep experiencing these sudden urges to pee? It felt like her body was betraying her at the worst possible time, given the weird magic with the pull-ups appearing when she pees herself. After a few moments, Lisa managed to compose herself enough to stand up and flush the toilet. She washed her hands, her mind still reeling from the recent events. When she opened the bathroom door, her mother was waiting outside, her expression a mix of concern and confusion. "Are you... okay? That was quite a close call," her mother said, her voice gentle yet probing. Lisa tried to brush off her mother's concern, a faint blush tinting her cheeks with embarrassment. "Yeah, sorry about that. I guess I just got caught up in bringing the stuff in and didn't realize how bad I needed to go," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. Her mother, however, wasn't buying it. "Honey, that was more than just getting distracted. Are you sure everything is okay?" she asked, her tone gentle but firm. Lisa shifted uncomfortably, her mind racing for a plausible explanation. "It's nothing, Mom, really. Just a one-off thing," she insisted, avoiding her mother's probing gaze. Her mother sighed, placing a comforting hand on Lisa's shoulder. "Sweetheart, this isn't the first time something like this has happened, is it?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. Lisa's cheeks burned with shame as she shook her head, unable to meet her mother's gaze. "No, it's not," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Lisa's mother's brow furrowed with worry. "That isn't normal, honey. How long has this been happening?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern. Lisa hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. "It's been... a couple of days," she admitted, her voice barely audible. Her mother's eyes widened in alarm. "A couple of days!? We need to get you to a doctor," she exclaimed, her voice filled with urgency. Lisa's heart sank at the thought of having to explain everything to a doctor. "I-I don't think it's necessary, Mom. It's probably just stress or something," she stammered, her voice tinged with desperation; how could she possibly admit to having a toddler's bladder issue as an adult to another person? Her mother shook her head, her expression firm. "No, Lisa, this could be something serious. We need to get you checked out," she insisted, her tone leaving no room for argument. With a heavy sigh, she nodded, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Okay, Mom. I'll go to the walk-in later," she promised, her voice barely above a whisper. Her mother's expression softened, her worry evident in her eyes. "Okay, just promise me you'll take care of yourself, alright?" she said, reassuringly squeezing Lisa's shoulder. Lisa forced a smile, grateful for her mother's understanding. "I will, I promise," she said, her voice steadier now. With a nod, her mother released Lisa's shoulder and turned towards the door. "Alright, well, let's get the rest of these bags in, shall we?" she said, her tone lightening as she tried to change the subject. Lisa nodded, relieved by the change in topic. "Yeah, sounds good. And hey, how about we order takeout for dinner tonight? My treat," she suggested, hoping to distract her mother from pressing the issue further. Her mother smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "That sounds wonderful, sweetheart. I could go for some Chinese food. What do you think?" she asked, her enthusiasm contagious. Lisa grinned, grateful for her mother's easy acceptance. "Chinese it is, then. I'll go grab the menus, and we can decide what to get," she said, heading towards the kitchen. As they settled on their dinner choices, the tension that had filled the apartment dissipated, replaced by a sense of normalcy that was comforting to both. They spent the evening enjoying their meal and catching up on each other's lives, the earlier events pushed to the back of their minds, at least for the time being. As the night wore on, Lisa and her mother finished their dinner and settled into a comfortable routine to end the night. They chatted about mundane things, and eventually, it was time for bed. "Goodnight, Mom," Lisa said, warmly hugging her mother. "Thanks for the ride today." "Goodnight, sweetheart," her mother replied, returning the hug. "Any time, honey, consider me your personal driver for now. haha!" Her mother laughed jokingly. With a concerned smirk, Lisa watched as her mother went to the couch, where she would sleep for the night. Once her mother was settled, Lisa headed to her own bedroom, feeling mixed emotions. Was my wish the cause of my mom's separation? On her way to her bedroom, Lisa passed by the bathroom and decided she should head there first, hoping to relieve herself before bed, even though she didn't feel the need to go. Luckily, to her surprise, she ended up peeing a ton from all of the fluids she had since having dinner. "Thank GOD! I better not need to pee so badly in the morning." Relieved, Lisa got up and headed to bed, the day's events weighing heavily on her. She lay awake for hours, her thoughts racing as she tried to make sense of everything that had happened. Eventually, exhaustion overtook her, and she drifted to sleep. Chapter 6: Nosy Mother With a groan, Lisa slowly blinked her eyes open, feeling surprisingly refreshed despite her troubled dreams. She stretched languidly, relishing the warmth of her bed for a few moments before reality came crashing back. As she swung her legs over the side of the bed, preparing to start her day, a sudden, urgent pressure gripped her bladder, causing her to freeze mid-stretch. Frustration and confusion warred within her as she realized she had just gone to the bathroom before bed and shouldn't be feeling such a strong urge to pee so soon. "Damnit," She cursed under her breath; she quickly scrambled to her feet, her muscles protesting the abrupt movement. She hurried out of her bedroom, intent on reaching the bathroom before it was too late. As she rushed down the hallway, the noise of her footsteps echoing in the early morning silence, she inadvertently woke her mother, who had been sleeping on the couch. Her mother stirred, rubbing her eyes sleepily as she sat up, concern etching lines of worry on her face. She watched Lisa disappear into the bathroom, her heart heavy with unspoken questions. She knew something was wrong, but she also knew that Lisa wasn't ready to talk about it yet. As Lisa closed the bathroom door behind her, she let out a frustrated sigh, her mind racing with confusion and fear. What was happening to her? Why did she keep experiencing these sudden, uncontrollable urges to pee? Lisa's heart pounded in her chest as she ran towards the toilet, her hand shaky for her worry of wetting herself again. With a desperate attempt, she grabbed the toilet seat to lift its lid, only for her worst fears to be realized. Hiissssss The pressure in her bladder had reached its breaking point, and before she could even get the seat up, she felt her body betray her, releasing a torrent of urine. Shame washed over her as she stood there, helplessly wetting herself, a pull-up miraculously appearing, absorbing the mess, leaving her pajama pants dry. With a defeated gasp, Lisa collapsed onto the tiled bathroom floor, feeling the soaked pull-up under her butt, bulky from absorbing all of her pee. There she sat next to the toilet, tears welling up in her eyes as frustration and embarrassment overwhelmed her. She hugged her knees to her chest, feeling utterly defeated by her body's betrayal yet again. The cool tiles starkly contrasted the warmth and wetness between her legs. Tears running down her cheeks as she realized the extent of her predicament. She was a grown woman, yet here she was, wearing a wet pull-up like a toddler. "Why does this keep happening to me?" she cried, her voice trembling. "It's not fair!" The sound of her voice echoed in the small bathroom, mixing with the soft hum of the ventilation fan overhead. When Lisa's mom heard her daughter cry out from the bathroom, she got up to check on her. "I'm too old for this," Lisa muttered bitterly, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "I shouldn't have to wear these stupid pull-ups like a child." Her mother knocked softly on the door, concern evident in her voice. "Lisa, dear, are you okay? Can I come in?" Lisa wiped her tears and took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "I'm fine, Mom. Just... just give me a minute, okay?" She heard her mother's footsteps recede down the hallway, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She knew she couldn't keep hiding this from her mother, but she also didn't know how to explain what was happening to her. Lisa pushed herself up from the floor, her legs feeling weak and unsteady. She stumbled slightly, caught off guard by the weight of the sodden pull-up between her legs. With a shaky breath, she reached down and removed her pajama pants, revealing the bulky garment. Tears continued to flow from her eyes as she stripped off the pull-up, the cold air of the bathroom meeting her damp skin. She balled it up, a sense of shame washing over her as she tossed it into the trash can with a soft thud echoing in the small bathroom. Lisa quickly pulled her pajama pants back on, the fabric feeling soft and clingy against her skin. She hurried back to her room, her mind racing about how to handle the situation. She searched her dresser for a clean change of clothes and realized she needed to get laundry done; she only had two pairs of clean underwear left. Grabbing one of them, she rushed back out of her room towards the bathroom to shower and remove the smell of pee before speaking with her mom next. However, she was too late; as she approached the bathroom door, she was stunned to see it was already closed and locked from her mother going in there while she grabbed her clothes. *** Lisa's mom, Carol, stood outside the closed bathroom door. Concern for her daughter mingled with a growing sense of unease as she tried to make sense of the situation. She had heard Lisa's cries, and her instinct as a mother told her that something was seriously wrong. "I'm too old for this," she heard Lisa mutter. "I shouldn't have to wear these stupid pull-ups like a child." Carol hesitated, her hand hovering over the doorknob as she tried to process Lisa's words. Pull-ups? Why would Lisa be talking about wearing pull-ups? The confusion only added to Carol's growing concern, as she gently knocked on the door. "Lisa, dear, are you okay? Can I come in?" Carol called through the door, her voice laced with worry. There was a moment of silence before Lisa responded, her voice strained. "I'm fine, Mom, Just... just give me a minute, okay?" Carol hesitated, torn between respecting her daughter's privacy and wanting to comfort her. Ultimately, she decided to give Lisa the space she needed and stepped back from the door. As she waited outside the bathroom, Carol's mind raced with questions. What does she mean she is too old for this? Too old for what? Was she really wearing a pull-up? Before Carol could dwell on these thoughts any longer, she heard the sound of the bathroom door unlocking, followed by the soft click of its opening. Lisa stood in the doorway, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy from crying. Carol's heart broke at the sight of her daughter's anguish, and she longed to wrap her in a comforting embrace. But before Carol could say anything, Lisa rushed off to her room. Carol watched her daughter retreat down the hallway, a sense of helplessness washing over her. She knew she couldn't force Lisa to talk if she wasn't ready, but that didn't make it any easier to stand idly by while her daughter suffered. With a heavy sigh, Carol stepped into the bathroom, locking it behind her. Her eyes scanned the room for any sign of what had caused Lisa's distress. The air was thick with the scent of urine, and Carol wrinkled her nose in distaste as she made her way further into the room. Her gaze landed on the trash can near the sink, and her heart skipped a beat as she noticed the crumpled pull-up lying discarded inside. Carol's breath caught in her throat as she reached for the pull-up, her fingers trembling with disbelief. She lifted the pull-up from the trash can, her eyes widening in shock as she took in its sodden state. Clearly, this wasn't just a one-time accident; there were already two in the can. Lisa must have been wearing pull-ups for some time now. Why didn't she tell her mother? Have they grown more distant than she thought? Carol searched the bathroom, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind reeling with questions. She opened cabinets and drawers, looking for any sign of the package of pull-ups Lisa was using. But to her confusion, she found nothing. As Carol stood in the bathroom, her mind reeling with unanswered questions, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease settling in her stomach. She glanced around the room, her eyes scanning every corner in search of some clue that might shed light on the situation. But the bathroom offered no answers, only the lingering scent of urine. Her heart heavy with concern, Carol carefully placed the pull-up back into the trash can, her thoughts consumed by worry for her daughter. Lisa had always been independent and resilient, but seeing her distressed was tearing at Carol's maternal instincts. With a heavy sigh, Carol turned to leave the bathroom, her mind still racing about how to approach Lisa about what she had discovered. But before she could take a step, a sudden knock at the door startled her, causing her to jump in surprise. "Mom, are you almost done in there?" Lisa's voice came from the other side of the door, tinged with impatience. "I really need to take a shower." Carol's heart sank at the sound of Lisa's voice, the defeated tone in her voice only added to Carol's growing sense of worry. She had been so preoccupied with her thoughts that she hadn't even considered how her actions might affect Lisa. Now, feeling guilty for being the cause of slowing down Lisa's efforts to clean herself up from her accident this morning. "Sorry, sweetie, I'll be out in just a minute," Carol replied, her voice strained with emotion. She quickly moved to the toilet, her need to pee still present. As Carol relieved herself, her mind raced with thoughts of how to handle the situation with Lisa. She knew she needed to talk to her daughter about what she had discovered, but she also didn't want to invade Lisa's privacy or make her feel ashamed. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Carol finished her business and flushed the toilet, her thoughts still in turmoil as she washed her hands. She took a deep breath, trying to steel herself for the difficult conversation ahead, before finally opening the door and stepping out into the hallway. Lisa was waiting just outside the bathroom, her expression a mix of frustration and embarrassment as she watched her mother emerge. Carol's heart ached at seeing her daughter's troubled face, and she longed to wrap her in a comforting embrace. "I'm sorry for taking so long, sweetie," Carol said softly, gently touching Lisa's arm. "I didn't mean to keep you waiting." Lisa forced a small smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "It's okay, Mom. I just really need to take a shower." Carol nodded understandingly, stepping aside to let Lisa pass. As her daughter disappeared into the bathroom, Carol couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt gnawing at her conscience. She knew she couldn't avoid the conversation they needed to have, but she also didn't want to make things any harder for Lisa than they already were. Unsatisfied with the answers she had found so far, Carol turned to Lisa's room. As Carol entered Lisa's room, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in her stomach. She felt conflicted; she didn't want to invade her daughter's privacy, but she knew she needed to find some answers. With a heavy heart, she began to search the room, careful not to disturb anything from where it was. Her eyes scanned every corner in search of some clue that might shed light on the situation. As she opened drawers and checked closets, Carol's heart sank further. There was no sign of the package of pull-ups Lisa had been using, and only one pair of clean underwear was left in her daughter's drawer. Carol felt a wave of sadness wash over her as she concluded that Lisa must have been struggling with her bladder for a while now. With a sigh, Carol closed the drawer and turned to leave the room, her mind still racing with unanswered questions. She knew she needed to talk to Lisa about what was happening, but she also didn't want to make things any harder for her daughter than they already were. She just wanted to reassure her that it was alright and that she would be there for her. *** As Lisa stepped into the bathroom, a knot of anxiety twisted in her stomach. She couldn't shake the worry that her mother had seen the pull-ups in the trash. The thought made her heart race with panic, but she quickly pushed it aside, telling herself she was overthinking things. With trembling hands, Lisa quickly stripped off her pajamas and stepped into the warm embrace of the shower. The hot water cascaded over her body, washing away the physical evidence of her embarrassment. As she stood under the spray, lost in her thoughts, Lisa's phone buzzed on the bathroom counter, startling her out of her thoughts. Confused, she reached for it, her fingers struggling to unlock the screen from the shower's steam. A text from Craig flashed across the display, and Lisa's heart skipped a beat at the sight of his name. Despite everything that had happened, his message brought a small glimmer of comfort to her troubled mind. "Hey, babe. Just wanted to check in and see how you're doing. I know work has been crazy lately, but I'm here for you, okay? Let me know if you need anything. Love you ❤️" Tears pricked at the corners of Lisa's eyes as she read Craig's words. Despite the chaos around her, his unwavering support was a beacon of hope in the darkness. With a watery smile, Lisa quickly typed a reply, her thumbs flying across the screen. "Thanks, Craig. I really appreciate it. I've just been really busy lately and barely hit my deadline on Friday. But knowing you're there for me means the world. Love you too ❤️" As she hit send, a sense of relief washed over her. No matter the challenges, she knew she had people around her who cared about her. Craig, Sarah, and Mom would all be there for her. Even with that reassurance, Lisa felt a small pit in her stomach as she thought about what had happened with her mom and dad. Even if they are there for her now, what happens if she makes a foolish wish that ruins their life? Could she live with herself if that were to happen? Lisa pushed off her worries for now. She finished drying off, getting dressed in a checkered black and white skirt, a pair of nylons, and a white blouse with a jacket over the top. As she dressed, she couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety about meeting Sarah and revealing the truth about the magic bracelet. But she knew she needed to confide in her friend; she couldn't keep this secret to herself. Sarah was the perfect person to confide in. Sarah had always been a good listener and had a knack for offering practical advice. With a deep breath, Lisa grabbed her phone and sent Sarah a text message asking her to meet at a local coffee shop. She hoped that Sarah would be able to help her navigate the chaos that had become her life ever since she had received the bracelet. As Lisa exited the bathroom, her heart raced with the fear of encountering her mother, her mind still reeling from the morning's events. She clutched the trash can tightly, determined to dispose of the evidence of her accidents before her mom could find them. She didn't want anything else to complicate her already chaotic situation. However, as she made her way down the hallway, trying to keep her footsteps as quiet as possible, Lisa froze in her tracks as she heard her mother's voice from the living room. "Lisa, honey, wait." Carol's gentle tone sent a shiver down Lisa's spine, and she felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She couldn't face her mother right now, not with the shame of her secret weighing heavily in her hand in the trash can. But before Lisa could retreat outside to dispose of the evidence, Carol appeared in the hallway, her expression a mix of concern and confusion as she approached her daughter. "Sweetie, are you okay?" Carol asked, her voice soft and gentle. "I saw you rush into the bathroom earlier in a hurry, and... well, I just want to make sure you're alright?" Lisa's heart clenched at the worry in her mother's eyes, and she swallowed hard, trying to find the right words to say. She couldn't bear to lie to her mother, not when she had always been there for her, but she also couldn't bring herself to admit the truth about the magic bracelet. "I'm fine, Mom," Lisa replied, forcing a smile despite the turmoil inside her. "Just... you know, when you gotta go, you gotta go." Carol studied her daughter's face for a moment, her brow furrowed with concern, before nodding slowly. "Alright, if you say so, sweetie," she said, though her voice was tinged with uncertainty. "Maybe try going before going to bed next time. haha," She laughed, trying to joke and lighten the mood. Lisa's face blushed a slightly brighter red. "Yeah, I tried that last night, but it didn't work as well as I hoped. Honestly, I wish I didn't have to pee so bad when I woke up. haha," Lisa tried joking back in hopes of keeping her mom off the trail of what was really going on. As if this was a totally normal thing for her to deal with. "Right?! I guess I can relate to that." Carol replied, trying to ease up the embarrassment she saw she was indirectly causing. "Are you taking out the trash?" she asked, her curiosity piqued, trying to change the subject. Lisa's cheeks now burned with embarrassment as she realized she had been caught in the act. "Uh, yeah," she stammered, her mind racing for an excuse. "I... I just noticed it was getting full, so I thought I'd take care of it." "Do you mind taking out this bag with you? I would have done it sooner, but I didn't know where the bins are here," she said, pointing to the bag she had from the day before, leaning up against the door. "Sure, I can do that," Lisa replied, quickly grabbing the bag and trying to run out the door before her mom could see what was in the trash bin in her hand. "Is there anything you need, sweetie? I was about to head out to the store, so if you need anything, just let me know." Carol asked her daughter, curious if she would admit to needing more pull-ups. Lisa's heart skipped a beat, worried her mom might have seen the pull-ups and assumed she needed more. "Uh, no, Mom, I'm good," she replied quickly, her mind racing for an excuse. "But... um, actually, I was planning to meet Sarah for coffee later. Do you think you could give me a ride?" Carol's expression was soft, nodding with a smile. "Of course, sweetie," she said. "I'd be happy to give you a ride. Just let me know when you're ready to go, okay?" Lisa's heart swelled with gratitude for her mother's support. "Thanks, Mom," she said, her voice lighter than before, as she felt a weight removed, hoping things were more normal. "You're the best." With a final smile, Carol turned and headed back to the living room, leaving Lisa alone in the hallway with a sense of relief washing over her. She knew she couldn't keep hiding the truth from her mother forever, but for now, she was grateful for the chance to spend time with her friend and get the trash out before her mom could try to confront her about the pull-ups. Chapter 7: Coffee Date The coffee shop came into view as Carol's car pulled up to the curb. People were bustling in and out of the coffee shop, seemingly in a hurry to get wherever they were going. Lisa's stomach fluttered with nervous anticipation as she glanced out the window. She took a deep breath, preparing herself for the conversation she knew she was about to have. As the car came to a stop, Lisa started to exit the car; Carol's gentle voice interrupted her, concern etched in every line of her face. "Are you sure you don't need anything from the store? I can pick up anything you might need?" Carol's offer carried a note of worry, her hope that her daughter would open up about her needs. Lisa forced a smile, trying to reassure her mother. "No, Mom, I'm good, really. I have everything I need." But before she can fully step out, Carol's concern spills over into another question, one Lisa had hoped to avoid. "When are you planning on seeing the doctor? It has me worried about you." Lisa felt a pang of defensiveness rise within her. It's not that she doesn't appreciate her mother's concern; it's just that she's too embarrassed about the situation to want to bring it up with someone else. She hardly wanted to talk to Sarah about it, but they'd been best friends for years now, and the number of times she's had to help Sarah get home after getting too tipsy at a club and wetting herself, she knew Sarah would be the last person to judge her about this situation. "I'll get to it, Mom, I promise," Lisa replies, trying to strike a balance between reassurance and deflection. "But honestly, I'm feeling fine today. Really." Carol's worry hardly dissipates, but she nods reluctantly, knowing when her daughter is putting up walls. "Okay, honey. I'm here for you if you need anything." Lisa nods, offering another weak smile before finally leaving the car. As she watches Carol drive away, she can't shake the guilt that twists in her gut. She knows her mother only wants to help her, but opening up about the reality of her situation is a hurdle she's not quite ready to jump yet, at least not with her mom. As Lisa stepped into the coffee shop, she scanned the area and spotted Sarah sitting at their usual table near a window at the front of the shop, a warm smile on her face. Lisa felt a sense of relief wash over her; Sarah's presence always brought comfort, especially in times of uncertainty. Approaching the table, Lisa noticed that Sarah had already ordered her favorite coffee—a small gesture that meant more to her than she could express. "Hey, Sarah," Lisa greeted her friend with a grateful smile as she took a seat opposite her. "Hey, Lisa! I got your usual, hope that's alright," Sarah said, sliding the cup across the table. "How's your day been so far?" Taking a sip of her coffee, Lisa sighed, feeling the tension of the day slowly melting away. "It's been... eventful, to say the least," she replied, her thoughts briefly flickering back to her urgent need for the bathroom this morning and the pull-ups she ended up throwing out after having another accident. Sarah raised an eyebrow, sensing there was more to Lisa's day than she was letting on, but she decided not to press, as she seemed a little distressed. "Well, you made it through the week in one piece. That's always a win," she remarked with a playful grin. "Yeah, barely," Lisa chuckled, grateful for Sarah's light-hearted approach. "Any exciting plans for the weekend?" The two friends engaged in some light small talk while sipping away at their favorite drinks. Discussing their respective Fridays and plans for the weekend. Sarah mentioned a new movie that was coming out and suggested they go see it together. "That sounds like fun! I'd love to see it with you," Lisa said, genuinely looking forward to spending more time with her friend. Sarah, ever perceptive, remembered seeing Carol was the one to drop her off. "We should look at show times later. I also noticed that your mom dropped you off today. Is everything okay with her?" she asked gently, her eyes filled with concern. Lisa hesitated, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts. Should she tell Sarah about the bracelet and its wishes? Would Sarah even believe her? She knew how crazy it all sounded, and the last thing she wanted was for Sarah to think she had lost her mind. As she debated internally, Sarah's voice broke through her thoughts. "Lisa, you know you can tell me anything, right? I'm here for you, no matter what." Taking a deep breath, Lisa weighed her options. On one hand, keeping everything bottled up inside was taking its toll on her mental health, and she longed for someone to confide in. On the other hand, the risk of rejection and judgment was almost too much to bear. Sarah's concerned gaze met Lisa's, and she felt a flicker of hope ignite within her. Maybe, just maybe, Sarah would understand. Maybe she'd even believe her. "I... I don't even know where to begin," Lisa started, her voice barely above a whisper. She fidgeted with her coffee cup, unable to meet Sarah's gaze. Sarah reached across the table, placing a reassuring hand on Lisa's trembling fingers. "You can tell me anything, Lisa. I'm here for you." The words hung in the air, heavy with promise and acceptance. With a shaky breath, Lisa mustered the courage to speak, her words tumbling out in a rush. "I know this is going to sound absolutely insane, but... but something bizarre has been happening to me lately," she began, her voice gaining strength with each word. "I... I've been making these... wishes, and they've been coming true. It's like magic or something, I don't know." She braced herself for Sarah's reaction, steeling herself for disbelief or mockery. But to her surprise, Sarah simply nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Go on," Sarah encouraged, her tone gentle yet unwavering. Lisa began recounting the events of the past few days—the mysterious package, the bracelet, the note. "It grants wishes, but not in the way you'd expect," Lisa explained, trying to find the right words to describe the inexplicable nature of the bracelet's powers. "I didn't believe it at first. I only put it on in the first place because I thought it was cute, but then... things started happening." She explained her experiences with the bracelet, from her wishing to no longer need to ride the bus and how her mom called shortly after, only to find out her mom and dad were separating. Sarah listened intently, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief at the news about Lisa's parents. As Sarah listened to Lisa's recounting of the events surrounding the mysterious bracelet, her initial expression of shock slowly transitioned into a more skeptical demeanor. She furrowed her brows, processing the information, but there was a glimmer of concern underlying her reaction. "I don't know, Lisa," Sarah starts cautiously, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I mean, it's definitely... a strange coincidence, but... magic bracelets? That's a bit... out there, don't you think?" Lisa's heart sinks as she registers Sarah's disbelief. She had hoped that confiding in her friend would provide some relief, but instead, she feels a sense of isolation deepen within her. She opens her mouth to protest, to insist that it's all true, but Sarah's next words catch her off guard. "I'm really sorry to hear about your mom, Lisa," Sarah says, her tone softening with genuine sympathy. "That's a lot to deal with, especially on top of everything else you've been going through." Lisa's breath catches in her throat, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. "Th-thanks," Lisa manages to choke out, her voice wavering with emotion. "It's been... rough, I... I just don't know how to process what is going on right now." Sarah nods understandingly, reaching across the table to squeeze Lisa's hand in a comforting gesture. "I can only imagine," she murmurs, her gaze filled with compassion. As the weight of the conversation hangs heavy in the air, Lisa wrestles with the urge to divulge the full extent of the bracelet's powers. She knows it sounds absurd, even to her own ears, but a part of her longs for Sarah to believe her, to validate her and the events happening to her. Before she can gather the courage to speak. However, a sudden pressure builds in her bladder, cutting through her thoughts with urgent intensity. Panic floods her senses as she realizes she's moments away from having another accident. "I... I need to use the bathroom," Lisa blurted out, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Sorry, I'll be right back." Sarah's concern flared anew at Lisa's abrupt announcement, her brows knitting together in worry. "Are you okay? You seem... flustered." Lisa shook her head, her mind racing with anxiety. "I'll explain everything, I promise. Just... just give me a minute." Without waiting for Sarah's response, Lisa rose from her seat, her heart pounding. She knew she had to do something to prove the bracelet's magic to Sarah, to make her believe. Then, suddenly, an idea popped into her head. She was about to have an accident, which meant her underwear would change into a pull-up again. She could show Sarah her underwear and then have an accident, and they'll transform. Sarah would have to believe her at that point! "Come with me," Lisa urged, her voice tinged with urgency. "I'll show you." Confusion flickered across Sarah's features, but she rose from her seat nonetheless, her concern for Lisa outweighing her bewilderment. "Okay?" As they made their way to the bathroom, Lisa's mind raced with a thousand thoughts, her determination bolstered by the knowledge that she was about to reveal the truth to Sarah. She knew it wouldn't be easy, that Sarah might still doubt her even after witnessing the bracelet's magic firsthand. But she couldn't let that stop her. She had to make Sarah understand, to believe her. Pushing open the door to the bathroom, Lisa gestured for Sarah to follow her inside. "Watch," she instructed, her voice tinged with excitement and trepidation. "I'll prove it's not just random coincidences." Lisa's heart pounded as she led Sarah into the bathroom, her mind racing with the gravity of what she was about to reveal. She could feel Sarah's skeptical and confused gaze burning into the back of her head, but she refused to let doubt cloud her determination. As they entered the bathroom, Lisa's hands trembled slightly as she reached for the hem of her skirt. With a deep breath, she lifted it up, exposing her panties to Sarah's bewildered gaze. "Look," Lisa urged, her voice tight with urgency. "I'm not crazy. My underwear will turn into a pull-up if I... if I..." Her words trailed off as panic surged through her, her bladder protesting with increasing urgency. Desperately, she tried to hold back the inevitable, her muscles straining against the overwhelming pressure. As Lisa stood there, her eyes squeezed shut in a mix of desperation and embarrassment, Sarah's expression shifted from confusion to shock. "Lisa, what are you doing? Use the toilet!" Sarah's voice was filled with a mix of disbelief and worry as she took a step closer, reaching out as if to offer support. "I-I'm sorry," Lisa stammered, her voice strained with effort. "I just... I need you to believe me. Please, just watch." With a deep breath, Lisa forced herself to relax, letting go of the last shreds of control she had over her bladder. Silence hung in the air, broken only by the sound of urine hitting the floor and pooling below her. Nothing happened. There was no magical transformation, no pull-up appearing to save her from the humiliating accident she had just experienced. Instead, Lisa felt the warm, wet sensation spreading down her legs, the sign of the bracelet's magic taunting her. Why didn't it work? Her eyes snapped open in horror, tears welling up as she looked down at the puddle forming at her feet. She had hoped that the bracelet's magic would somehow prove her right, but all it had done was leave her feeling stupid, foolish, and extremely embarrassed in front of her closest friend. Sarah's gasp of shock was the only sound in the bathroom as she took in the scene before her. She could hardly believe what she was seeing, her mind struggling to make sense of the surreal situation unfolding in front of her. "L-Lisa... what just happened?" Sarah's voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes wide with disbelief. Lisa could only hang her head in defeat, unable to find the words to explain. She felt a wave of shame wash over her, knowing that she had proven nothing and now probably seemed even crazier to Sarah than before. Now, feeling like she had just lost all sense of reality. "I-I'm so sorry, Sarah," Lisa choked out, her voice trembling with emotion. "I thought... I just thought if you saw it, you'd believe me about the bracelet. But I was wrong. I was so wrong." Sarah's expression softened with genuine concern as she stepped forward, reaching out to gently touch Lisa's trembling shoulder. "Hey, it's okay," she said, her voice filled with compassion. "Accidents happen, you know? I mean, how many times did you help me out at the club?" But despite Sarah's words of comfort, Lisa couldn't shake the crushing weight of her embarrassment. She felt like a total idiot for doing this on purpose in front of someone. Why didn't she think of a better way to prove the bracelet's magic? With a shaky breath, she stepped back from the puddle to see the damage that was done. "I... I think I just need a moment," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. Sarah nodded understandingly, her concern etched in every line of her face. "Of course, take all the time you need. I'll be right outside if you need anything." Sarah quietly exited the bathroom, leaving Lisa alone with her shame. Lisa sat down, wondering if she could ever face her friend again. The weight of her humiliation threatened to overwhelm her with tears. How could she even bring herself to step out and face Sarah again? Chapter 8: Shopping As Carol navigated the familiar streets to the store, her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Lisa. She couldn't shake the worry that lingered since her daughter had started acting strangely, especially after finding those pull-ups in the trash. Pulling into the grocery store's parking lot, Carol grabbed her list and headed inside. The store was bustling with activity, shoppers weaving in and out of aisles, their carts filled with the week's necessities. Carol couldn't help but overhear bits of conversation from nearby shoppers as she wandered through the aisles. Seeing one little girl ask her mom to use the potty while doing a potty dance only exaggerated her thoughts about Lisa and her close calls. Pushing her cart along, Carol collected different items on her list, her thoughts drifting back to Lisa. She had always been a bit of a worrier, but lately, it seemed like something more was weighing on her daughter. Carol glanced down at her list, her eyes catching on the item with a question mark next to it: "Pull-ups?" She furrowed her brow, a knot of worry tightening in her stomach as she considered the implications. Should she really be contemplating buying pull-ups for Lisa? Would that be crossing a line? Would Lisa appreciate the fact she didn't have to ask? With a sigh, Carol pushed her cart forward, weaving through the bustling aisles of the grocery store. As she passed by the baby care section, she couldn't help but steal a glance at the pull-up packages on the shelves. She scanned them, trying to match the design she vaguely remembered from the discarded pull-ups at home. There were dozens of different styles and brands. But it had to be here somewhere. The ones in the trash were rather childish, nothing like a grown-up would wear or what you could get at the pharmacy. Carol's steps slowed as she approached the baby care section, her eyes scanning the shelves for any hint of familiarity. She felt a pang of guilt for even considering buying pull-ups for Lisa without her consent. But the worry gnawing at her heart was too strong to ignore. She began to sift through the various packages, her eyes tracing over the different designs and sizes. None of them seemed to match what she vaguely remembered from the discarded pull-ups at home. She let out a frustrated sigh, feeling lost in a sea of unfamiliar products. "Excuse me, ma'am, can I help you find something?" a voice interrupted her thoughts. Carol looked up to see a store employee with a friendly smile. "Oh, um, yes, I'm looking for pull-ups," Carol replied, feeling a flush of embarrassment. The employee nodded. "Sure, what size are you looking for?" Carol hesitated, unsure of how to answer. She didn't want to reveal too much about her daughter's situation to a stranger. "Um, I'm not exactly sure. I think for some older kids?" The employee nodded understandingly and led Carol to a different section of the aisle, where the bedwetting pull-ups were stored. Carol's heart sank as she realized the gravity of the situation. How had Lisa ended up needing pull-ups? Was it a medical issue? Or was there something else going on that she didn't know about? With a heavy heart, Carol thanked the employee for the help. Staring at the package of the same pull-ups she saw in the trash, she felt torn. Should she pick them up? It seemed like Lisa was out of them at home, or at least she couldn't find any of them. Would buying them only embarrass Lisa more? Carol shook her head, trying to push aside her growing concern. She continued down the aisles, methodically ticking off the remaining items from her list, but her mind kept returning to Lisa and the pull-ups. Maybe she should pick them up just in case? The worst case scenario is she totally misread the situation and can just return them, and the two of them will laugh about this one day. Torn, Carol returned to the baby care aisle, selected a package that seemed to match the ones she had seen at home. Finally, with her cart filled and her list completed, Carol made her way to the checkout counter. As she waited in line, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was invading her daughter's privacy in a way she never had before. She began to unload her groceries onto the conveyor belt. But she couldn't shake feeling embarrassed for her daughter as she placed the package of overnight pull-ups on the belt. Her cheeks blushed lightly at the thought that she was buying these for her adult daughter. As Carol finished placing the last of her items on the belt she felt her phone buzz in her purse. She fished it out and saw a message from Sarah, Lisa's close friend. The message caught her off guard, and she quickly glanced around to ensure no one was looking over her shoulder as she read it, briefly looking at the pack of pull-ups before opening the text. "Hey Carol, wanted to give you a heads up. I'm gonna take Lisa over to my place for a bit, and then we're gonna catch a movie. So don't wait up for us, I'll drop her off at home later. Let us know if you need anything." Carol's heart skipped a beat with relief as she read the message. She felt slightly concerned for her daughter, for not being able to get her to the doctor today; feeling she should have been more adamant about it. But it is nice to hear Lisa is getting some girl time in. Carol quickly sent a thumbs-up emoji, and paid for her items brushing off the embarrassment about buying pull-ups. She doesn't have to have a direct conversation with Lisa about them now, or at least for a little while. Carol drove back to the apartment. On the drive, she began to think about what she should do with the pack of pull-ups. Should she leave it on the table for them to talk about when she gets home? No. That would be a bad idea, what if Sarah comes in to chat? Then, it would be on full display. What about her bedroom? Sarah wasn't likely to go in there. But what if Lisa brings back a guy? It would be a little awkward with her mom there, but it would be even worse if he saw a pack of bedwetting diapers on her bed. Then, it struck her. Duh, I can just leave them in her underwear drawer. No guy will go in there unless he is a creep, and if that's the case then they aren't meant to be anyway. When she arrived home, Carol rushed to bring in everything. As Carol brought the groceries inside, she couldn't shake off the weight of concern that had settled in her chest since finding those pull-ups in the trash. She made multiple trips from the car to the apartment, each time feeling the pull of worry tugging at her thoughts. Finally, with everything brought in, Carol began sorting through the bags to find the pull-ups. She located them nestled among the groceries and pulled them out, feeling a sense of apprehension. She knew she needed to talk to Lisa about them, but the right opportunity hadn't presented itself yet. With the package of pull-ups in hand, Carol made her way towards Lisa's room. She hesitated at the doorway, her mind racing with uncertainties. How would Lisa react to finding them? Would she be upset? Embarrassed? Would she even understand why Carol had bought them? Pushing aside her doubts, Carol stepped into Lisa's room and began searching through her stuff again, hoping to find a pack of pull-ups that were just well hidden. But no matter how hard she tried, she kept coming up empty-handed. She even pulled out the drawers to see if Lisa had hidden them behind the drawers but turned up nothing. Where was she keeping them? After a lot of rummaging, she finally gave up, opting to leave the pull-ups – tucked away in Lisa's underwear drawer. It seemed like the most discreet option, ensuring they would be there when Lisa needed them without drawing unnecessary attention. As Carol placed the package in the drawer, her fingers brushed against something else – a small box containing a note. Curiosity piqued, she picked up the box and examined its contents. The note inside caught her eye, and she read it over carefully, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Is this some kind of joke?" Carol muttered to herself, shaking her head in disbelief. The idea of a magical bracelet granting wishes seemed too absurd to be true. Without giving it a second thought, she left Lisa's room in a state close to its original so as not to raise suspicion. Chapter 9: What are Friends for? As Lisa gingerly inspected her skirt, relief flooded her when she realized the fabric hadn't visibly betrayed her humiliating accident. With a shaky sigh, she began to peel off her wet underwear, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at the mess she had made. Not wanting to stay in urine-soaked underwear or have any way to carry them out of the bathroom without it being clearly visible, Lisa opted to dispose of the soiled garment. Lisa grabbed some paper towels, used them to dry off her legs, and tossed several on the floor to help mop up the puddle she had created. Not wanting to leave a mess for the staff to clean. She quickly used her feet to mop up the evidence of her mishap the best she could before she disposed of the soaked paper towels; luckily, they also helped to bury her underwear sitting in the trash can. Just as she was beginning to regain some composure, a gentle knock sounded on the bathroom door, causing Lisa's heart to skip a beat, freezing her in her tracks. "Lisa? Are you okay in there?" Sarah's voice was filled with concern, muffled by the closed door. Lisa's heart eased with gratitude at the sound of her friend's voice. Despite her mortification, she couldn't help but feel warmth at Sarah's support. Lisa called out, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. Her voice was slightly hoarse from the lingering embarrassment. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just... just give me a minute, okay?" There was a brief pause, followed by the sound of the doorknob turning as Sarah pushed open the door, her concerned gaze meeting Lisa's. "I brought you something," Sarah said softly, holding out a rolled-up fabric bundle. I keep a new pack of underwear in my car for emergencies, and I thought you might appreciate a pair ." Lisa's eyes widened in surprise as she accepted the offering, touched by Sarah's thoughtfulness despite the situation's awkwardness. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice choked with emotion. "I... I really appreciate it." Sarah smiled sympathetically, her eyes warm with understanding. "No problem. We've all been there, right?" As Lisa quickly changed into dry underwear, a sense of gratitude washed over her. She felt so lucky to have a friend like Sarah in her life—someone who didn't judge her for the awkward moment she had just put her friend through, someone who just so happened to be ready for something like this to happen, someone who she could talk to, to get her thoughts, fears, and secrets out to. "Looks like you've got everything taken care of," Sarah remarked, breaking the silence as Lisa finished changing. "Yeah, thanks to you," Lisa replied, smiling gratefully at her friend. They stood there momentarily, the weight of the situation still hanging in the air. Lisa felt the urge to make another wish, to undo everything that had happened, but she hesitated. She remembered what happened with her mom. What unforeseen consequence would happen with a wish to undo something already done? She couldn't risk making things worse. Sarah must have sensed her friend's turmoil because she spoke up. "Hey, why don't you come over to my place? You can take a shower and relax for a bit. Maybe it'll help clear your mind." Lisa appreciated the offer and nodded, relieved to escape her apartment and her mom for a while. "That sounds really nice, actually. Thank you." As they left the bathroom and headed towards the exit, Lisa couldn't shake the feeling of unease. She knew she had to be careful with the bracelet and its wishes, but she couldn't ignore the temptation to use it again. The power it held was both alluring and terrifying. Once they were in Sarah's car, Lisa glanced at the bracelet on her wrist, feeling conflicted. She thought about wishing to undo everything that had happened, to erase the embarrassment and the mess. But something held her back. She couldn't shake the feeling that using the bracelet again would only lead to more trouble. Sarah tried to distract Lisa from what happened. "Hey, I've done it a thousand times," she said, trying to ease Lisa's embarrassment. "Don't sweat it. We all have our moments." Lisa nodded, grateful for Sarah's understanding. She couldn't shake off the embarrassment, but Sarah's reassurance helped. "I just wish this whole thing hadn't happened," Lisa muttered, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. "That was the most embarrassing thing ever." Sarah comforted her friend, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I know it feels like a big deal now, but trust me, we'll laugh about this one day. In the meantime, let's hit the road to my place so you can get that shower. And hey, we can still go see that movie we talked about if you're up for it." Lisa managed a weak smile, grateful for Sarah's friendship. "Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks." As they drove to Sarah's place, Lisa couldn't help but wonder why nothing had happened. She made a wish, just like she had done with not wanting to ride the bus. Only nothing changed. She was still embarrassed about what happened. She was still in Sarah's car, still wearing different underwear than when she started the day. She stared at the bracelet momentarily, frustrated that it refused to work how she thought it would. It didn't protect her from peeing herself; it got her mom in a separation, and now it was ignoring her. This thing is a curse! As they arrived at Sarah's place, Lisa felt a mix of relief and lingering embarrassment. The short ride had provided a small respite from the day's events, but she knew she couldn't escape them entirely. Sarah's apartment building was familiar yet unfamiliar, a place Lisa had never visited despite their close friendship. Sarah led the way, her steps brisk as they ascended the stairs to her apartment. Lisa followed, her mind still reeling from the day's events. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease, the nagging suspicion that the bracelet on her wrist was more trouble than it was worth. Inside Sarah's apartment, Lisa took in her surroundings with curiosity. The space was cozy and inviting, filled with warmth and a comforting home scent. Sarah gestured for Lisa to make herself comfortable as she disappeared into another room, returning with a bundle of clothes moments later. "Here you go," Sarah said, offering Lisa the clothes with a sympathetic smile. "I grabbed you some clean clothes and a towel. The bathroom's right through there." Lisa accepted the clothes gratefully, feeling grateful for her friend's kindness. "Thanks." Once inside the bathroom, Lisa hesitated momentarily, her fingers trembling as she reached for the hem of her shirt. She paused, her reflection staring back at her with a mix of uncertainty and resignation. How had her life come to this? Soiling herself as if she couldn't control it. She never imagined herself in a situation quite like this. All of this chaos in her life, all of it because of a cursed bracelet? Shaking off the thoughts, Lisa focused, quickly undressing until she was just in her underwear. She stared at herself in the mirror, the image reflecting back at her a stark reminder. She couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu wash over her. She had been in this situation before, just a few days ago when she got the bracelet. She stood in the bathroom staring at her reflection looking at a wet pull-up she was wearing. Here she was again. Having had an accident, only this time, she was in underwear. The pull-up, no-where to be seen. Just as Lisa was about to step into the shower, Sarah's voice interrupted her thoughts from outside the bathroom door. "Hey, I'm going to order some takeout. If there's anything specific you want, just text it to me. Otherwise, I'm just going to get some Chinese food." "Sounds good! Thanks." Lisa called back, her voice brimming with gratitude. As she stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over her body, Lisa couldn't help but feel relief washing over her. The day's events seemed to fade away if only for a moment, replaced by a fleeting sense of peace. She was grateful for the opportunity to wash away her shameful moment, leaving it in the past. Once she had finished showering and dried off, Lisa dressed in the clothes Sarah had left for her, feeling grateful for her friend's kindness. Not only was she understanding, but she was also being overly generous. Sarah gave her a pair of brand new underwear again, a pair of sweat pants, and a large hoodie—the perfect comfort clothes to combat the stressful day she had had so far. As Lisa emerged from the bathroom, Sarah greeted her with a warm smile. "Feeling better?" Lisa nodded, her spirits lifted by the comfort of her friend's presence. "Yeah, thanks to you." Sarah smiled, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "Anytime, Lisa. That's what friends are for." Lisa and Sarah settled in to enjoy their takeout, the tension of the day began to melt away. They chatted and laughed; Lisa told Sarah about her date with Craig tomorrow. Excited to be able to see him again and enjoy a nice meal with him. The comfort of their friendship eased Lisa's earlier embarrassment. Lisa felt grateful for Sarah's understanding and support, her worries about her accident and the pull-ups momentarily forgotten in the warmth of the evening. As they finished their meal, Sarah glanced at the clock and frowned. "We should probably head out soon if we want to make it to the movie on time," she said, double-checking the time on her phone. Lisa nodded, a sense of unease creeping back into her mind. She knew she had no way of controlling the bracelet's magic. Not yet, at least. Not wanting to embarrass herself any more than she already had, she knew she needed to use the bathroom before they left. She couldn't risk ruining Sarah's clothes or embarrassing herself again. "I just need to use the bathroom real quick," Lisa said, trying to sound casual despite her nerves. She didn't feel the need to go, but waiting until she needed to go hasn't been working out the best for her lately. "I'll meet you by the door." "Take your time, Lisa. We're in no rush." As Lisa entered the bathroom, she couldn't shake the feeling of dread that washed over her. She stared at herself in the mirror, the worried look in her reflection a stark reminder of the day's events. She couldn't let another accident happen, not now. Taking a deep breath, Lisa moved herself over to the toilet and sat on it. She tried as hard as she could to relax and let herself go. She couldn't feel any sensation that it was working. It was like her body had chosen to ignore her completely now. Suddenly, she heard the splashing water and a stream running. She let out a sigh of relief. Maybe she could get through the rest of the day without further embarrassment. She knew she still had to be careful with the bracelet, especially now that its magic had been confirmed and seemed unpredictable. She couldn't risk trusting it to replace her underwear and prevent an accident. After using the bathroom, Lisa took a moment to compose herself, her mind racing with thoughts of the bracelet and its powers. She couldn't help but feel a sense of regret for ever putting it on, for ever making those wishes. But she also knew she couldn't change the past. All she could do now was be cautious and hope for the best. As she rejoined Sarah in the living room, Lisa forced a smile, trying to push aside her lingering worries. "Ready to go?" Sarah nodded, standing up from the couch. "Yeah, let's go."

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Chapter 1 : Part of Us It was a quiet, peaceful summer afternoon. Alex lounged on the couch in the living room, legs stretched out, flipping through a book. He wore a black t-shirt and loose gym shorts. Beneath the shorts was a plain white, thick adult diaper. As he turned the page, he heard the front door open. His wife, Alice, stepped inside with her arms full of grocery bags. “Hey babe!” Alex called, setting the book aside and getting up to help her. “Alex, how’s it going?” Alice replied with a warm smile as she set the bags on the counter. “Have you finished that book yet?” Alex chuckled. It was a long-running joke between them. Alex had a habit of starting things but rarely finishing them, books included. Their bright living room was lined with bookshelves filled with half-read novels and never touched books Alex always swore he’d finish. Alice was a true bookworm who loved to read, while Alex preferred spending his free time on Sudoku puzzles or watching movies. He began helping her put the groceries away, stocking the pantry and fridge. Alice reached into one of the bags and pulled out a pack of baby wipes and a container of baby powder. “Figured you might be running low,” she said, handing them to him. “Thanks, babe. I appreciate it,” Alex replied, taking the supplies to the bedroom. As he walked away, he called back over his shoulder, “I’m gonna change real quick while I’m in here. I’ll be right out!” Once in the bedroom, Alex fell into the familiar routine he’d followed for the past three years. He grabbed a fresh diaper from the stack on the dresser, tossed it on the bed, and slipped off his gym shorts. His current diaper was warm and heavily swollen. The shorts caught briefly on the bulk as he pulled them down, and he let out a small chuckle. These little moments grounded him. The soft, reliable thickness between his legs felt comforting and strangely right. It wasn’t about regression or roleplay for him. He had no interest in being an “adult baby” with the frills, pacifiers, or baby talk. He simply loved diapers. He loved how they felt, how they fit into his daily life, and how natural they had become. He wiped himself clean, slid the fresh diaper underneath him, sprinkled on some powder, and taped it into place. After wrapping the used diaper and tossing it into the trash can in the corner, he washed his hands, pulled his gym shorts back on, and returned to the living room. Alex had been a diaper lover for years. It wasn’t sexual for him. It was something hard to put into words. He simply wanted diapers to be a normal, accepted part of his identity and routine. And luckily, he didn’t have to explain or defend it. Alice had been incredibly supportive from the very first day he’d nervously confessed his desire three years earlier. She accepted it without judgment, treating it as just another part of the man she loved. Chapter 2 : The Beginning Three Years Ago “Alice, I need to tell you something.” Alex paced back and forth in the living room, still wearing his dark blue scrubs from work. He was a physical therapist, and Alice had always found him incredibly attractive in his work clothes. Today though, her usual flutter of butterflies was replaced by growing concern as he paced. Alice set her book down and stood up from the couch so they were eye level. “What is it, Alex?” she asked, her voice soft but uneasy. Alex ran a hand through his hair, clearly struggling. “There’s something I’ve needed to tell you for a long time. I don’t know how to say it, so… I’m just going to show you.” Without another word, he slowly lowered the front of his scrub pants. Alice’s eyes widened. Where she expected to see his usual boxer briefs, there was a thick, white diaper. “Is that a…” she began. “A diaper,” Alex finished quietly. He pulled his scrubs back up and sank onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. “I’ve wanted this for as long as I can remember. There’s nothing medically wrong with me. I just… I like wearing them. They make me feel complete. Whole. I want to wear them all the time. Not just occasionally. I need to try living like this.” His voice cracked, and tears formed in his eyes as he breathed rapidly, on the verge of a panic attack. Alice sat down beside him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Alex… if this is what you need, then I support you. Fully. I’m going to need some time to adjust, and I’ll probably need your help figuring out how to help you, but I’m with you.” Alex looked up, wiping his eyes. “Really?” The relief in his voice was clear. “Thank you.” He pulled her into a tight hug, and for a moment they sat in silence, letting the weight of the conversation settle. After a minute, Alice asked gently, “What do you need from me?” Alex sighed, clearly trying to form his words carefully. “First, I want to be clear. This isn’t about being a baby. I’m not into age play or baby talk. Some people are, which is cool, just not me. I just want diapers to be a normal, practical part of my life. I don’t want this to change how you see me. If it ever starts feeling weird or uncomfortable for you, please tell me right away. You’re the most important person in my life, and I don’t want anything to come between us. I’m still me.” Alice nodded slowly, processing everything. “Okay. That makes sense. You’ll wear diapers, and that’s that.” She gave him a small, teasing smile. “For what it’s worth, I was just admiring how good your butt looked in those scrubs right before you dropped them. So… diapers must be an enhancement.” Alex let out a surprised laugh, the tension in his shoulders finally easing. He hadn’t expected the conversation to go this well. Within a week, diapers had become part of Alex’s daily routine. He wore them to work, at home, and at night. He changed discreetly when needed, and Alice gave him space to experiment with his routine and process. It was an adjustment for both of them, but it was beginning to feel normal. Alice began showing her support in small, practical ways. “Do we need to order you more diapers?” and “Don’t forget your diaper bag” became casual phrases she said without hesitation. For Alex, hearing these phrases, wearing diapers, and falling into a lifestyle he dreamed about for so long made him feel a euphoria he never knew could exist.

I have been here a while now and have had some hit and miss roleplays. One of my favorites has been the My Baby Husband Thread with @Nappy_Queen. She has since not been on the site and I have been roleplay less for a long while. In the past I have been looking for story based roleplays with shrinking and growing. I am still looking for that but I am also interested in regular diaper and abdl roleplays. I would hope that I will hear from some people regarding possible roleplays. I am more of sub than a dom but I might consider being in charge, but I will not guarantee it. Hope to hear from you, Gman

Hi everyone, how are you? This is my first story and my first attempt at writing one; I hope you enjoy it. I’d love to hear any comments you have. Just a few notes: all the characters are 18+, and English isn't my first language, but I hope you like it. Chapter 1: Start Elizabeth is a very cute college student living in a small suburban apartment. She had long explored the internet, discovering concepts like "Little" and ABDL, and began identifying as a "Little" herself; she even started a Facebook profile to share posts about this side of her life and loved posting photos online. Elizabeth had many fans, but one woman in particular—Joy, or "Mommy Joy" as she called herself—consistently liked her posts and sent gifts: money, food, diapers, and more. Elizabeth never actually spoke to her, though she saw the comments about how cute she was and how the gifts were meant to maintain that cute look; however, Elizabeth never actually used the diapers or other gifts, finding them too childish. Elizabeth was lying in bed, watching makeup videos on TikTok, when she received a message from "Mommy Joy." She usually ignored them, but since the woman sent so many things, she decided she wanted to at least have a conversation. "Hi, sweetie... I'm in the same city; how about a mommy to take care of you?" the message read, accompanied by a photo of a diaper. Elizabeth felt confused but remembered a comment she had made about meeting up if the woman were ever in town, so she agreed to a meeting at the city library. She had often posted—partly to boost engagement—about wanting a strict mommy to put her through a regression process, undo her potty training, and treat her like a baby. On the morning of the meeting, Mommy Joy instructed her to wear a purple top that said "Little Princess" and black leggings; Elizabeth then headed to the library to meet her. Elizabeth stands outside the city library, eager to meet her new "Mommy." The sun shines brightly overhead as she takes a deep breath before stepping inside. Inside the library, Elizabeth was directed by a message from Mommy Joy to the kids' area; looking again, Mommy told Elizabeth to pick out a book about princesses so she would know who she is. Elizabeth scans the shelves until she finds a colorful book titled *Princesses and Their Castles*. As she reaches out to grab it, a soft voice behind her says: "What a wonderful choice, dear." Elizabeth turns around and sees an elegant woman with warm eyes and a gentle smile. Joy is impeccably dressed in a soft cream blouse and a dark skirt. Elizabeth thinks, "It must be Mommy Joy." Her gaze sweeps over the woman's outfit, and her smile widens slightly. "It’s wonderful to finally meet you in person, Little Princess," she says softly, her voice making you feel small and loved. "I’m Mommy Joy. I was waiting for my special little girl."

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So, to cut to the chase. I'm a veteran roleplayer on this site, Diaperedanime, Omorashi, Discord, and even F-List. I took a very long hiatus from this site for multiple reasons. I am looking to get back into role-playing, and figured coming back to the site that started it all would help. Here are my conditions: 1) I am looking to roleplay a narrative. It doesn't have to be entirely original, but it has to be engaging enough to be worth my time. 2) I am looking to play the little. Therefore my partner will have to play a caregiver at least. I will allow my partner to play a caregiver and a little, but do not expect me to play a caregiver and most of all, No. Diapered. Caregivers! 3) I am not asking for a thesis paper, but I expect my partner to be at least semi-literate in the English language. Therefore, no two word responses, no horribly illiterate responses, and no misspellings so egregious that I can't understand what the post says. If you are interested, you may send your ideas in the comments of this post and I will let you know if they interest me.

Is there anyone on this site in Nebraska? I am looking for some friends around the Omaha area.

Cursed Bottle I was watching TV in my room the first time it happened. *CRASH The sound of shattering glass echoed throughout the apartment. My roommate was out for the night- not scheduled to be back for hours. I was spooked as hell. A fact echoed by my nervous tip toe out to find the source of the noise. A confused sigh of relief escaped me when I found it was one of my glasses. Once pristine and sitting on the counter- now a million shards on the floor. At least there was no perpetrator skulking about. On the counter above it sat a clear purple plastic bottle. Large in size- much too large for the typical market demographic of a bottle. My name, Theo, printed along the side in pink with flower decals. Obviously, I’d laughed thinking the bottle was a funny roommate prank. And as I carefully tended to the broken glass, I’d brushed the fall as an accident- maybe I’d left it close to the edge and it’d finally wobbled to its demise. But that was 7 broken glasses ago. That damn bottle at every crime scene. --- Day 7 I could use a drink. The thought crosses my mind after a few hours of recording voicework at the desk in my room. My throat is starting to get a little scratchy. But as I look for the last glass I have left, that I swear was on my desk coaster… I spot it. The damn bottle is right there. A small notecard rests under it. In large font text: “USE ME”. In a frustrated huff I grab the bottle and stomp over to the living room. My roommate is scrolling away on her phone, sunk in the couch. “Did you replace my glass with this?” Merry’s eyes flicker up for just a moment. The alternatively dressed woman responds in a bored tone. “The baby bottle again? This stopped being funny a week ago.” “I’m not laughing either, I’m down to one cup.” “Well you’re not using mine after breaking all yours.” “I DIDN’T- Ugh…” Not wanting to start an argument where I sound absolutely insane, I return to my room. The bottle going into a wastebasket. “I’m not drinking from you… I’m no fucking baby.” I’d sooner scoop water from my hands in the bathroom sink. Something I immediately went to do. --- Day 9 Where are you? I’ve looked everywhere. I’d torn my room apart looking for my favorite panties. My most comfortable pair. They were in the laundry I did yesterday. I remember folding them… They should be in the unmentionables drawer of my dresser. Maybe I dropped them. With that thought I dropped to my hands and knees, poking around the rather clean floor. A glint of light under the bed catches my eye. “What the hell?” A pair of safety scissors. My favorite pair of panties rend in twain. The bottle standing tall next to them. The same note. “You picked the wrong person to play with!” I hiss quietly so as not to be heard by my roommate talking to myself. “…” The quiet of my room is the only response I receive. “Breaking the glasses was cute; but destroying my best panties crosses the line.” “….” “Cut up every pair I own! I’ll go out commando if I have to!” “…..” “I will never use you.” “……” “Fuck you.” --- Day 12 It cut up all my panties. The past few days I’d noticed shredded underwear hidden around the room, the bottle always close by. But this morning I awoke to a large pile. The bottle sitting atop the remains of my underwear. A new note alongside it: “HOW ABOUT NOW?” “Are you serious? That’s so much money…” Honestly that’s the part that triggers me the most. Good underwear is e-x-p-e-n-s-i-v-e. Desperate to see if anything remained, I cracked open the drawer. “WHAT!?” Unable to contain myself I shout. Top to bottom rows of training pants with a variety of kiddy designs. Flowers, brightly colored swirls, bows, etc. All disposable, all seemingly in my size. They’re Goodnites, I’d seen them in the store before. “You good, Theo?” My roommate casually pokes her head in with a raised eyebrow. “FINE! I- Uh… Mean, never better.” I shout in surprise, placing myself in front of the open dresser to block her view. She gives the pile of destroyed panties peeking past sight from the doorway an indiscernible raised eyebrow look before shifting her gaze back to me. “Riiight… Well, rent is due soon so throw your portion on the counter whenever.” “Will- will do!” The door closes behind her. I stand still a moment waiting for the sound of her footsteps to fade down the hall. Absolutely sure I’m now alone, I dash over to the bottle and squeeze it in my hand. Room temperature water spurts from the nipple, splashing my face. “I’m done, you hear me!?” “…” “And now I’m going to do something I should’ve done days ago!” I heave open the window and unscrew the bottle’s lid. The liquid waters the grass outside. Using a good pair of scissors at my desk I pierce, cut, and slash the bottle into tiny plastic shards. Each piece goes in the bin, which I immediately bag up and take to the can outside. As the lid slams shut, I proudly dust my hands. Satisfaction building in my chest. “That takes care of that.” --- Day 13 I pissed the bed. --- Day 15 I keep pissing the bed. The fucking bottle was under my pillow this morning. --- Day 16 This is unsustainable. I can’t keep washing my sheets and pajamas like this. Merry has to know, she’s seen the walk of shame every morning. She just looks at me with her unreadable expression, slurping on her morning energy drink. Feeling stupid and slightly crazed I sit the bottle on the dresser and face it while running my hands through my hair. “D-Don’t think you’ve won!” I say, already tugging my sweatpants down. “You think a little bedwetting is going to make me fold and use you…” The disposable feels crisp and firm in my hand. Nothing at all like cotton underwear. With a blush on my cheeks, I step into the training pant and tug them up. They rise high up to my belly button before settling between my legs. The padding, thicker than panties, rests awkwardly between my thighs. “Hope you’re happy ‘cause this is all you’re getting out of me. You’re out of ammo.” --- Day 17 I woke up with the padding between my legs swollen and damp to the touch. The patterns on the shell of the garment long faded in the night. But at least my bed was fine… Right…? Grumbling to myself I fish around the dresser for the least babyish looking training pant and snag a pack of wipes that had appeared overnight. The sides of the Goodnight tear easily enough, the soaked padding falling to the floor with an audible plop. Gingerly I scoop it up by the wings and throw the drooping thing into the wastebasket. I shiver as the cold wipes make contact with my lower half. After rushing through that process, the wipes go in the bin as well. A new pull-up goes on and shorts quickly cover them. Not wanting to be stuck in my room, surrounded by reminders of my current situation, I escape to the living room. Where I throw something on the TV and peruse my phone. Googling “cursed bottles”, “sentient bottles”, and other such searches… As I have for the past two weeks. All to no avail of course. Merry joins me, on the opposite end of the couch. She also half paying attention to the TV while observing her phone. After a few hours of this she audibly sighs. “Everything fine?” She asks in the tone of voice reserved for people who are asking out of a sense of obligation and not because they really care to know. “Yep, why do you ask?” “… No reason…” We returned to silence after that. Shortly thereafter she left the apartment to get dinner. And when I finally looked down from my phone I nearly died from embarrassment. A full 3 inches of crinkly Goodnight frill has been poking up above my shorts with how I’d been rolled up on the couch. Who knows how long it’d been like that. To make matters worse it was as soaked as the one I’d removed earlier. The core bulging out against the fabric, a wet sensation between my legs. My face burns as I bury my face in a couch pillow. “AHHHH! I’m so embarrassed I could die! What the fuck!” --- Day 20 I’ve been a bed and day-wetter for 3 days now. Yesterday morning I woke up to find my wastebasket was transformed into a god damned diaper pail. At least it was discreet- not that it made me feel good to have and/or need a diaper pail. I especially could’ve done without the cutesy decals on it. The walls of my room also looked a little… lighter in color. In fact, so did the color of everything. Bedsheets, clothes, etc. But maybe it’s just my eyes and the lighting… I’d given up on fucking with the bottle. And bargaining with it as well. It was still hanging around with the insistent “USE ME” notes. I would stubbornly stop wearing the Goodnites if I wasn’t afraid of ruining the carpet and my mattress any more than it has already. It’s annoying but this is honestly manageable. --- Day 21 “No! No! No! No! I won’t!” Another day, another soaked Goodnight. But that wasn’t the cause of my outburst. My underwear had been replaced yet again. Thick, babyish adult diapers filled every corner of the drawer. “I’m not wearing d-d-diapers! I refuse! This is too far!” I point at the bottle, sitting on my nightstand. “…” “You can’t make me- I-I’ll go buy more Goodnites.” As if in response, the sodden Goodnite around my bottom warms up as a fresh accident happens without my knowledge. A rivulet of pee escapes the leakguards, running down my leg. “I… I won’t…” I mutter, already reaching into the drawer for my first diaper as an adult woman. --- Day 24 I wake with a jolt, my arm having pressed against something cold enough to shock me. Stupefied I look around. I’d brushed against bars. Bars my bed now had. My bed is a crib fit for an adult. “Oh god- oh fuck…” I pull myself to my feet, leaning against the top rail that rests chest height. The soaked pink lace designed diaper drooping between my legs since my pajama bottoms don’t fit over the thick padding. Looking over my room, I notice more changes. The dresser is gone, shortened to a cupboard with a padded surface. Has to be a changing table. My desk is a large fancy play center with a closed bright pink plastic computer sitting on it. An overflowing toy box sits next to it. Posters on the wall that once pictured my favorite bands now display pony characters, and other little cartoon characters I vaguely recognize. “Gotta… Gotta get the fuck out… And hide… Some of this…” I frantically whisper to myself as I mess with the oversized crib latch. This room needs to be made halfway presentable in case Merry gets even the smallest peek. But I’m so fucked, right? Where the fresh hell am I hiding a giant ass crib or changing table in my apartment bedroom? Finally, I lower the rail and free myself. Quickly ditching the soggy diaper for one of the few less thick, daytime diapers available in the drawer. Refusing to use the changing table, I stand against the wall with the back of the diaper pinned between long enough to get it taped up adequately. Rushing over to the closet I check out the damage, and wince. Everything’s been babified. Onesies, short sundresses, overalls and skirtalls, etc. With a little digging I find a pair of jeans with baggy room in the bottom to accommodate my… The diaper… And a simple t-shirt that doesn’t make me want to throw up and hangs low enough to prevent peekage. Maybe I can at least do this much… I take down the posters, and stash them in the back of the closet. The toys on the play desk and toybox get dragged into the closet floor where it barely fits. “That’s… Good enough.” Now instead of giving “adult baby” room, it’s giving “sophisticated adult toddler” core. *Knock knock I jump out of my skin. “Theo, I’m heading out to visit family over the holiday. Sure you don’t wanna get out of the house?” After taking some time to get my breathing under control, I open the door a small amount and lean against the frame. “O-Oh w-well I have some tidying to do s-sooo…” “Just thought I’d ask, be back in a few.” “R-Right, see ya!” I quickly close the door before she can get a better look at the new furniture additions to my room. Blushing furiously after the encounter, I turn to the bottle resting on my nightstand. Reverting back to yelling at this fucked up object. “Let me be perfectly clear you… You thing.” “…” “I’m not drinking out of you. I’ve stubbornly held out this long and you’ve overplayed your hand.” “…” “What could you possibly do next? My room’s a goddamned nursery and you’ve made me a damned diaper dumper. You lose, it’s over.” --- Day 25 “Aah fug.” The light from the window finally woke me up to my current predicament. Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have taunted the cursed baby bottle. I was mad- who could blame me? It’d clearly taken that as a challenge because things had ramped up. The bulb of a large pacifier was planted firmly in my mouth. Too large to spit out on its own, it would be easy to pull free. If not for the comically large mittens on my hands. Looking down past my breasts I spot matching booties on my feet, and the telltale snaps of a onesie between my legs. The snaps barely containing the bulging triple diapers taped to me. “Go da nit!” I shout from behind the bulb of the pacifier as I push myself to a sitting position. The giant mass between my legs is impossible to walk with. Uncoordinatedly I pull myself up to the railing to start the attempt to get it down. A monumental task with the gloves blocking progress. Too caught up in focus, unconsciously sucking on the soother, I almost miss the sound of the front door opening. My heart leaps into my throat. Merry absolutely cannot see me like this. I’ll die for real. I renew my attempts to be free as a voice calls out. “Hello? Per the work contract we agreed on I’m here, and I see you left the door unlocked as requested~” It’s an unfamiliar feminine voice. Contract? What? My confusion momentarily halts my escape attempt before I get back to it. “Ooh I hear noise over here… Is a certain sleepy girl awake~” Footsteps grow louder until they stop at the door to my room. The door creaks open. My face feels like it’s on fire. “Mmph ooo ait!’’ I grunt and cry out behind the pacifier to no avail. The very definition of a motherly figure stands in the doorway. Easily a foot taller than me. Muscular yet amply busty. A tender look in her eye. Hanging at her side is a large bag, diapering supplies hang from the open zippered pockets. She smiles as her eyes sweet the room before honing in on me. I freeze in panicked, embarrassed fear. Under the many diaper layers, I feel a spurt of pee warm the cooling dampness of my disposable underwear. “Oh my, it looks like I came prepared for nothing! You’re one well stocked little girl, ain’tcha sweetie~” “ooo I gwn u- bii giwl!” The woman shakes her head, laughing to herself. Retorting with a coo as she pats me on the head. “Uh huh, of course you are… Now how about Mommy gets this long weekend started with a fresh diapie- you certainly look like you need it baby girl~” With ease the larger woman drops the rail. “Eep!” I shout in alarm as I’m swept up and placed on her hip- the swollen diaper pressing against me as I’m carried over to the changing table. Feeling incredibly small all the while. Judging by the way I’d been man handled and how my feeble complaints had been tossed aside- there was no chance I was talking my way out of this. Any attempt to would surely just make me seem like the fussy baby I’d been made to appear as. Maybe… Maybe “Mommy” will be gone before Merry gets back… … One thing’s for sure. I should’ve just used the bottle. Cursed Bottle.pdf

Been writing this off and on for a while and thought I’d share. Intended to be a slow burn love story/abdl romcom. I don’t know why but I decided to write from both of the main characters POV’s, tried to sequence them identical to run parallel so if you want to read from the CG side of things skip to Chapter 1- the beginning (Elise). Don’t know if I’ll continue writing both POVs after chapter 2 but I sort of wanted to offer the insights from both sides. Stumbling In Chapter 1- The Beginning (Ashley) ‘Another 5 hours to go.’ Ashley told herself as she checked the clock for what felt like the 50th time in the past 3 hours. Something about the Friday shift really dragged out the day. Maybe it was just looking forward to the weekend and the anticipation of the time off but she could barely take it. She was freshly back from college for the summer and two weeks in and she was already contemplating something that would be at least a little more stimulating than sitting behind a register for 8 hours a day. The job was easy enough, that was for sure, just incredibly boring. Her aunt owned the business and her previous clerk had quit shortly before Ashley came back from school. The pay was pretty much going rate for any summer job and gave her some spending money. Her parents had booked a summer long cruise which gave her free reign of the house, kind of a bummer to have a house all to yourself but no friends to have over. They were all taking summer courses or off vacationing or whatever other thing college aged kids do over summer break so she was pretty much wasting her summer away and collecting a paycheck. The store was nearly dead quiet aside from the soft music playing through the overhead speakers but that was kind of to be expected. It was a specialty store and the specialty this store focused on was special needs and advanced healthcare. It was realistically a niche market to begin with and with the power of the internet, no one really came to stores like this in person anymore. In fact, online sales were 95% of the business. It was more confidential that way because who would openly want to come in and buy adult diapers in person. Ashley blushed at the embarrassing thought of having to carry a box of diapers out to her car for anyone passing by to see. It would be much preferred to have a plain brown cardboard box hiding the embarrassing contents shipped to your door. The other 5% of people were a couple of regulars, that if Ashley had to be blunt, were about to croak at any given second, coming in to get their resupply of depends or supplements. She assumed at that age they just didn’t care anymore and the older generation being the type to like shopping in physical stores. She had even tried to sign a few of them up for a subscription service to just deliver the goods at set intervals but they were pretty adamant on coming in person. Probably just an excuse to do something other than sit in their nursing home watching black and white westerns. There was an odd smattering of randoms looking to try something out before purchasing too, more rare but they usually already knew what they were looking for so Ashley’s aid was unneeded aside from pointing out which aisle they’re looking for. They did have a large array of display items, who they were displaying them for Ashley couldn’t tell. Oversized strollers, car seats, high chairs, and cribs meant more so for their clientele with special needs charges. Some of them were quite intimidating looking with a bevy of restraints and attachments for what Ashley assumed were volatile use cases. Ashley’s aunt owned the store more as a passion project. She was pretty well off from other assets and businesses so this store was just a drop in the bucket. Having so much money tied up in inventory and displays wouldn’t hurt her bottom line in the slightest so Ashley was kept around to keep the shelves dusted and storefront presentable. She had heard there was some tax right off to have an open to the public storefront as opposed to just a warehouse. She didn’t understand taxes enough and was only a year into her business accounting degree so it was all beyond her. She was sure her aunt, being as savvy as she is, had a good reason. There had been one meek looking girl that came in and bought a pack of diapers earlier, her quota for one customer per day met now. Ashley had developed a small eye for it but she couldn’t exactly tell if the girl was wearing a diaper or not with the short skirt the girl had on. She may have said two words in the entire visit and practically ran out of the store clutching the pack of thick nighttime diapers to her chest and jumping into the backseat of the car that took its time to leisurely pull away. It was kind of odd looking back on it now but who was Ashley to judge someone’s needs. The girl was about Ashley’s size, actually maybe a bit bigger but she preferred to say she was an equal. Ashley for all intents and purposes was bordering the classification of midget, or little person, she couldn’t keep up with what the actual politically correct term was these days. Something about having her hormone receptors blocked, there was some long winded medical term that got thrown around a lot that always slipped her mind. It had dramatically stunted her growth leaving her at mere 4’ 10”. It didn’t help that she was flat as a board and her platinum blonde hair that she preferred to keep short constantly got her mixed up as being much much younger. She had taken a lot of bullying for being the “runt” in her youth, from her peers intentionally and her teachers unintentionally. Maybe they were taking pity on her by lowering the bar but it wasn’t from her lack of trying. Highschool had turned around for her when she got to try out for cheerleading. Being a whopping 80 pounds, she was the perfect flyer to be tossed around for the fancy aerial maneuvers. She had lost her passion for cheerleading by the end of it though, most of the prettier girls got full ride cheerleading scholarships for college while she had relied on her academics. Although she had the skill she didn’t have the looks, however shallow that may be, to be a career cheerleader. That and most of the cheerleaders definitely fit the mean girl trope a little too well and Ashley did her best to avoid being stereotypical. She glanced at the clock again, another 4 hours and 50 minutes to go. She could only internally self reflect for so long. Her brain was actually wired that way from the factory, ADHD that is. She was much more mellow now having learned how to function with the constant need to do something even if it was doing something else in the middle of a task. If she hadn’t been chewed out multiple times by her aunt watching the security cameras, she’d be on her phone. Nothing like doom scrolling to distract the ADHD mind with 20 different genres of media randomized and optimized for your swipe. That “doesn’t look professional” though so she browsed through the few available websites not blocked on the computer. YouTube only allowed 5 and under channels, so that was only a last resort. She did have a soft spot for some of the cartoons but that didn’t really scratch the ADHD itch right now. Of course all of the social media sites were blocked. Nothing particularly interesting allowed aside from a few sites that had either been allowed because they were business adjacent or hadn’t been blocked yet because her aunt hadn’t seen the traffic. Her stomach gave a little grumble with the fast approaching lunch break. One saving grace was Elise and Gary. They worked in the back packaging online orders and managing inventory for the most part, probably just because there wasn’t a whole lot to do up front. As far as Ashley could tell, they had been working here since the store opened 15 years ago. They were both still young, probably started when they were Ashley’s age and had never left. She had asked them about it once and they both had just said because of the benefits and perks, whatever that meant. They were both what appeared to be power lifters in Ashley’s eyes. Elise was built like an Amazon, probably 6 feet tall if she had to guess, olive skin and black hair, Asian descent maybe. She was essentially the exact opposite of Ashley. Well endowed, tall, excellent physique, everything Ashley could dream of in a partner. Gary was a hunk but also a nerd, he pretty much built the website and manages all of the inventory. He’s huge, 6’ 4” tall and probably 250lb of muscle. The very subtle hints of grey just starting to touch his beard and hair. They both seemed very protective of her at times. Usually they’d come to hang out with Ashley and have lunch with her or if they had a short reprieve from the seemingly endless packages. Elise more so than Gary but he occasionally came up to chat with her if he needed a break. Not that Ashley was complaining to have Elise as company. She would be loathed to openly admit it but she had a bit of a crush. She had logicked herself out of being hopeful because of their 13 year age difference and Elise being such a bombshell she was way out her league but the daydreams never hurt. On her first day she hadn’t brought a lunch of her own and was intending to just grab some fast food from a neighboring joint. They both were appalled and looked at her like she had shot the family dog. They started packing her lunches and snacks, it was almost like clockwork when one would come out and give her some morsel of baby carrots, maybe some crackers and cheese, already de-stemmed grapes, a tidbit of information on the macros and a pre-sliced apple. They were pretty fun honestly and were definitely a pro to the job. Ashley being openly bisexual didn’t cause any problems as both Elise and Gary were openly lesbian and gay respectively. Maybe that’s what they meant by perks. Ashley’s aunt frequently donated to pride events and didn’t have qualms in the slightest about the community. There was far less strife about it nowadays but a friendly company had its ways of keeping employees around. Ashley kicked back from the desk and stretched a bit before standing, the computer wasn’t going to provide the scratch she needed. She figured she could do a lap around the store for the third time that day. Usually she’d do small sections just to get up and move but she was a little curious about the diapers the girl had bought earlier so she moved towards the diaper section. Normally she avoided them, it made something inside of her nervous or maybe it was anxious. She didn’t know either way but they had sort of felt like a drug, something that could be a problem or addiction if indulged. There was a sort of taboo about wearing them but not needing them that had triggered at least one small fantasy that she tried to push down. There was a sort of excited thrill building in her stomach, it was deep, raw, nearly primal. She didn’t know why she was intrigued, but there was some draw. If Ashley knew anything just from her own condition, she knew the girl that had come in earlier was an adult like her, maybe even a little older than her. That thought had been intriguing despite her best efforts to suppress the curiosity. ‘If those diapers fit that girl then they’d probably fit me too…’ was the thought that crossed her mind. There was honestly more variety than she remembered, granted she had only ever explored haphazardly, never really looking at the options in an attempt to find something specific. The variety had been overwhelming, like there were more options than seemed realistic or necessary. In her mind a diaper was a diaper, why were there so many options, what did one brand do differently than another when it came to disposable undergarments. She glossed over most of the stuff she saw from the other regulars, she was familiar with the boring plain white depends. The diapers the girl had bought were a solid powder pink, she didn’t get a great look at them but amongst the variety there were only a few pink options amongst the sea of white. She finally singled them out near the end of the aisle on the bottom shelf. It was more noticeable now seeing the hole in the neatly faced shelves that Elise or Gary maintained. She approached slowly like they were a snake that might jump out and bite her and squatted down to eye level with the packaging. ‘B2B Timid Little 10 pack, $54!’ Ashley read the price tag and was a little shocked at how expensive they were. Up close and without someone looking like they were about to sprint out the door in a panicked rush she could see the printed design a little better. There was a quilted appearance with little hearts filling the squares and what appeared to be ruffled lace patterns. The package had a large heart with the style name on the front, looking at the ends of the package she could see that the diapers had a similar heart with ‘BABY’ in the center. It was so infantile… so humiliating… so exhilarating. ‘Why would an adult wear something like this?’ she contemplated internally. She could feel herself getting hot in the cheeks and the warmth in her stomach was sinking lower and lower. ‘What if I wore something like this?’ The thought hit her like a freight train out of nowhere. The humiliation of being reduced to a baby, incapable of making it to a toilet or wetting the bed. All of the adult responsibilities being washed away by a simple undergarment. Even the most mundane adult task of going to the bathroom being stripped away. Thoughts flowed through her head faster than she could process them and before she knew it, she was reaching for a package. They were heavier than she expected and despite being tightly sealed in plastic she could tell they were quite soft. She looked over a shelf at an adjacent diaper package and saw a 24 pack that was similar in size to this 10 pack which meant these would definitely have much more padding. Even in the wrapping, she could tell the diapers had a thick plastic backing unlike the fragile appearing paper backed diapers that were popular with the elderly customers. “Hey, ready for lunch?” Ashley nearly exploded at the simple question from Elise who had somehow materialized standing over her. She let out a loud “eep” like she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t be doing and the package of diapers was almost launched into the air. If her heart wasn’t racing before it sure was now. “Pretty cute aren’t they?” Elise asked innocently. “I just stocked them last night.” She added. “U…um yeah, they are kinda cute.” Ashley stammered. “A girl came in earlier and bought a pack so I figured I could help you guys out and face the inventory so that it stays uniform.” She lied, a good lie, an innocent lie. In the moment she felt she had to protect her dignity and hide her curiosity with the taboo feelings festering inside of her. “Come on, I brought you chicken parm, I think Gary is trying to win you over to the dark side with corndogs so be warned. If you were trying to bulk…” Elise commented and Ashley started to zone out as she started to ramble about macros or something. She quickly put the package of diapers back on the shelf, lining them up a little haphazardly with the other two packs and rose to her feet to follow after Elise. Gary had already flipped the sign on the door to let would-be customers know that they’re taking their lunch break and had already taken up position in his usual chair in the break room. Even if it was just a microwaved dish, the room smelt of Elise’s fantastic cooking. True to Elise’s concerns, Gary let Ashley know that he had a corn dog for her. Her polite decline got a “bummer, lost again to the true cook” from Gary who shirked it off like it was her loss before taking another bite of his corn dog. There were already two cleaned off sticks in his Tupperware and four more untouched dogs to go. Ashley didn’t know where he put it all at times but had been assured he could burn those calories in a matter of hours. Elise used a fork to touch a scoop of the pasta to her lip to make sure it was warmed enough but not too hot. Maybe it was a habit, a tease, or maybe it was flirting, Ashley didn’t know, but Elise frequently did this for her. Another frequent from Elise came immediately after testing the temperature. She offered up the fork to Elise to take a bite. At first she thought she was just teasing her but it was a frequent enough event at this point that she usually just caved. Today was different though. Ashley was having flashbacks to the diapers as the fork was offered up to her. That loss of adult anonymity which burned her cheeks up again. “I can feed myself, you know.” Ashley bashfully said, turning away a little to hide her blush. “Come on, just one bite.” Elise countered as she pushed the fork forward again, presenting the delicious smelling chicken parm to Ashley once more. She caved. She always caved for Elise. She brushed her short hair back behind her ear and leaned forward to accept the offering. It was delicious as all of Elise’s dishes were. She chewed for a moment, relishing in the non-frozen food dish that she was living off of at home in summer bachelorette life. As she swallowed she noticed Elise prepping another fork and soon it was offered up to her again. “Come on, you said one bite.” Ashley was turning a new shade of red and her lip naturally curled into a pout despite her best efforts to break that childish habit. “I know. I lied. Come on, just one more and I promise I’ll let you eat in peace.” Elise said as she jabbed the fork forward again. “It’s really good isn’t it, I added a few extra seasonings this time.” Elise prodded. She caved again, this time a bit more aggressively snatching the food from the fork then holding out her hand to demand the fork. “It is really good…” Ashley commented as she chewed. “Manners, you shouldn’t talk with your mouth full.” Elise teased as she handed over the fork and glass Tupperware for Ashley. “God, aren’t you two cute.” Gary said as he took another bite of his corn dogs. “Oh shut up meat head.” Elise shot back before Ashley could swallow and throw in a chastising remark. “Last I checked you’re worse than me, counting calories and watching your “macros”” Gary fired back, making his own air quotes around “macros.” “It’s beneficial to maintain the proper physique. Some of us don’t have the metabolism of a 14 year old boy that can eat anything and not have to worry about tipping the scale.” Elise bickered. “Yeah yeah, anyways…” the conversation devolved into work talk. Some large order needing to be assembled to be shipped out. Blah blah, Ashley was more invested in her serving of chicken parm. “Oh yeah, Ashley said a case of those new diapers already sold.” Elise said. Ashley coughed up her food a bit, taken off guard by the comment of those diapers already selling. She reached for her water and Elise gave her back a few pats. “Wrong pipe?” She innocently asked. “Yeah…” Ashley managed to say after clearing her throat. “Well that’s good. Didn’t think registering as their new dealer would pan out so quickly.” Gary replied. “Right? As I was telling the boss, it’s a growing market and community.” Elise and Gary devolved into more shop talk as Ashley pushed her food around a little and ate a little more slowly. “When are you going to get the rest of the line out and all of the other products.” Gary asked which piqued Ashley’s interest a bit. “I’ll probably put a couple of lines that aren’t selling on clearance or maybe send them out for donations to the elderly home to make room. Then I have to go through one of the clothes racks, those heated vests haven’t been moving since it’s summer so that will make room for the onesies.” Elise explained. Ashley’s mind was a little stuck on the mention of onesies. She had no idea what community they were talking about that would require adult diapers and adult onesies so she was a bit lost. “Think you can help me out after lunch Ashley.” Elise pulled Ashley into the conversation but she was a little lost in thought at the moment. “Ash?” That got her attention, the little pet name that she hated hearing in school but coming from Elise it felt fitting. “Um sure, not like I ever get a ton of customers anyways.” She finally responded. “Great, I’ll go start bringing the boxes up front then.” Elise said before standing and putting her Tupperware away in her lunch bag. “I guess I oughta get back to it myself then.” Gary said, standing and stretching then throwing away the 7 corn dog sticks. Ashley had a little internal chuckle that he also ate the one he had brought for her. She finished quickly after they both left. Her mind was going a million miles an hour thinking about what she had agreed to. She didn’t know if she could handle being that close to her most recent object of fascination and her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. She packed the Tupperware away in Elise’s bag and moved to go help her out. Elise was in the middle of wheeling out a fourth stack of boxes on a dolly and grouping them together near the diaper aisle. “Hey, if you want to start breaking these out of their boxes while I bring up the rest, that'd be a huge help.” Elise said as she moved back to the warehouse to get more of the new inventory. Ashley just gave a silent nod of approval before going to get her safety plastic box cutter from the customer service desk. Her hands trembled a bit as she moved one of the boxes down from the stack. She had to take a deep breath before she sliced through the tape on the box and another before she folded the tabs over. Her heart raced as more of the same pink diapers came into view. These were just a larger size but the same print. She started pulling the diapers from the box and stacking them in the aisle. She moved to the next box which produced another set of pink diapers that were cloth backed and much thinner than the first set she stumbled onto earlier. She kept moving through the boxes and breaking down the cardboard to be recycled while Elise brought more boxes out and then started to make room on the shelves, removing the less popular lines to make room for the mountain of new inventory. She only became mildly numb to the diapers but every new pattern had her flushing anew. Ashley did have to hand it to her aunt, when she went in on something she went big. Now was just going to be the challenge of making it all fit in the store. There had to be dozens of boxes left to go, and the variety of printed diapers already unpacked was enough to dominate an entire side of the aisle by themselves. There had to be ten different patterns of diaper prints in an array of thicknesses and types. Everything from diapers that seemed even thicker than what she had previously found heart pounding, to pull-ups, trainers, and even covers in cute prints. Her cheeks were rosey red the entire time and Elise noticed. “How about you go get a drink, I know you’re not used to all of this heavy lifting like I am.” She commented upon seeing Ashley’s cheeks and the slight pant caused by her heart racing. Ashley just silently nodded and went to get her water bottle. Her head was swimming with thoughts as she tried to straighten out her lines of thinking. She didn’t need diapers, she was pretty confident of that, having been out of them for as long as she could remember. But there was a draw towards them. She wanted diapers. The revelation struck her hard and she took a moment to sit down in her chair. Why did she want diapers? What purpose did they serve her? What escape did they provide that was drawing her in so aggressively? She didn’t know how to put it into words yet and it felt overwhelming. Elise approached to give her an update. “Man, we need to get you to the gym girl! Tuckered out after only this much? I’m going to take down a few shelves so we can put some hangers up for the trainers and diaper covers. Take a minute and I’ll help you start putting the diapers up on the shelves before we tackle the other boxes.” Ashley was surprised with how easily Elise could openly talk about this stuff like it wasn’t anything new to her. She had been working at the store for a long time so it probably didn’t phase her as much as it did Ashley she reckoned. She took a couple of more minutes to cool her head then confidently stood back up to help. That confidence lasted all of ten seconds when she approached Elise who held out a package of the next size up from the diapers that started this internal debacle. “I’ll help out with getting your diapers put up then I have to run to the bathroom real quick.” It was so nonchalant and indirect but the words struck Ashley like lightning. They weren’t “her” diapers, they were just the task that she started. She knew that Elise didn’t mean it in that way but having them labeled “hers” made her chest thump. Elise swung the diapers her way to get her attention again and to get her to take the pack and set it on the shelf. She almost seemingly flinched like the diapers were trying to get her but quickly moved into action to take the pack from Elise with a quick “right, sorry.” Tag teaming the shelves went quick and they quickly had them all up and displayed. Ashley was a little winded from Elise’s pace but all of the disposables were neatly stored now. Elise took off to the bathroom and left Ashley alone with the diapers. She just looked over the variety for a few minutes, it was kind of a lot to take in. Everything was neatly organised on the shelves thanks to Elise’s guidance on how to place them in order. Near the top was what Elise had called the daytime diapers. Slightly thinner and cloth backed. It increased in capacity towards the bottom where the “nighttime” diapers were. The thicker plastic backed options. Ashley turned around and looked at the regular diapers and the pattern was the same with increasing absorbency in descending order. That seemingly OCD pattern that Elise would come up with. Her eyes wondered back to the pack she had been holding initially. Their pink printed plastic backed thickness teasing her. The pack was still a little haphazardly place, especially now that all of the others were displayed so perfectly. She crouched down again and readjusted the package so that it lined up like the rest. “You seem pretty interested in those pink ones.” Elise said, again, seeming to materialize out of thin air and startling Ashley to the point that she let out another screech of fright. “Do we need to put a bell on you? You move like a ghost! They were just crooked. I know your OCD butt would’ve done the same.” She justified as she stood back up, feeling a warm spot in the crotch of her panties. “I’m going to hit the bathroom too real quick” she said before heading towards the employee restroom. She locked the door behind herself and quickly undid her belt and pulled her jeans down. Sure enough, that little fright from Elise had startled her to the point of soiling her panties a little. Nothing major that could be seen on her jeans but she sat on the toilet to relieve herself and wadded up some toilet paper to dab away the dampness in her underwear. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid’ she began to chastise herself. ‘You spend a couple of minutes around some stupid diapers and all of a sudden you’re stupid little baby pissing herself.’ She wanted to cry, she had all of these emotions boiling and festering inside of her. Crying felt like a good way to let them out but she pushed them back down and bottled them up. She didn’t want to ruin her makeup, no matter how minimal it was, and she definitely didn’t want to have to explain to the ever perceptive Elise why she had been crying. She finished her business, pulled her pants back up in a mildly better state than they had been moments before, washed her hands, gave herself a small pep talk in the mirror and exited to get back to work now that she had recomposed herself. Elise had moved onto the fabric and loose garments next. She handed Ashley a hook for the pegboard where the shelves had been previously, a handful of clip style clothes hangers you’d usually use for pants, followed by a stack of training pants that followed the theme of the Timid Little diapers that had her so worked up. A large heart with “baby” printed across the front identical to the disposable diapers renewed her blush and broke the composure she had just gotten back. They were thick cotton and even modeled the diaper tapes. In fact, some of them were even Ashley’s exact size. ‘Should’ve taken a pair of these with me to the bathroom.’ Ashley thought before ingesting that internal statement. ‘Stupid, you don’t need training panties, even if they are cute.’ “Are you just going to stare at them or hang them up? They are pretty cute I have to admit but there’s a whole line we have to get up.” Elise broke Ashley’s newest daze who quickly jumped to action, clipping the hanger onto the garments. A couple of each size were quickly hung up as Elise unpacked the next box and handed the items to Ashley. That was followed by the matching diaper covers, and then actual more adult undergarments like bra and panty sets but printed with the same patterns of hearts, lace and diapers tapes. Those were followed by bibs, and even bottles and pacifiers scaled up to adult proportions to complete the display. Ashley was in a tizzy by the diversity of the garments and accessories and there were more theme lines to complete. She checked her watch and they still had two more hours to go. The next themes went substantially faster now that they had found a rhythm. That was about when Gary came out. “Phew. Finally got that large order out the door.” He gave a small stretch and swung his arms like he had been working out, for all Ashley knew he was just based on the strain she was feeling after making it as far as she had. “Wow, look at all this. You’ve made some great progress already. Didn’t think the boss was going to go this extreme on new inventory.” Gary said as he perused the newly displayed inventory. Again, another person who was not completely shocked by the fact they were unpacking adult diapers and garments that looked like baby diapers. Or really any of the items that had come out of the pile of cardboard that was now taking up a corner of the shop space by itself. “Well, if I know anything about Auntie B… I mean Aunt Bethany, she has flair for the dramatics and loves going all in. I’m sure she’s a nightmare in Vegas.” Ashley joked which got a good chuckle out of the two staff members that had known her for almost as long as Ashley had been alive. “Well since you’re all done back there, can you help us out up here? If we’re quick we can get this all wrapped up before taking off today and we won’t have to worry about it on Monday.” Elise said as she opened another box and extracted a Timid Little themed onesie and showed it off to Ashley and Gary. ‘It’s so cute!’ Ashley screamed internally as her mind was coming to terms with all of this. She nearly fainted when Elise spun it around in her hands to check it out herself and exposed the ruffles across the bottom. In fact now that she was looking at it, it looked perfectly sized for her. Elise handed it to her to put on a hanger and Ashley couldn’t help but to stop and stare at it for a moment. ‘Extra small, this would probably fit me perfectly.’ Was the thought she had as she examined it. If Elise and Gary noticed her lingering eyes they didn’t say anything and just went about clearing off a clothing rack and unpacking the remaining boxes. Ashley was starting to process the want that was blooming inside her. She wanted to be cutesy, she wanted to let go of the adult responsibilities, she wanted to be cared for even if it meant going back to that simpler time of wearing diapers and onesies, of just being a baby. It was a complex realization that she didn’t fully understand. At the same time her internal self-deprecation went all in, telling herself it was stupid, it was just a fantasy, no one would actually be into this kind of thing, it was a ridiculous desire, she was dumb for even thinking about it. A brutal battle was waged in her psyche as she continued to diligently work and try to keep up with the two power lifters putting her meager athleticism to shame. Maybe it was her upbringing, growing up fast, constantly having to defend herself against the external threats brought on by her diminutive stature. She had been tomboyish growing up because it was practical and her parents were very practical. Jeans and tshirts, short hair, mostly gender neutral clothes now that she reflected on it. Barbie’s and dolls were a rarity and were quickly replaced with puzzles and books. She wondered if her mom had kept them in storage somewhere after she had “outgrown” that phase and been moved on to academic and brain stimulating outlets. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little jealous of the girls who got to wear pretty dresses, play princess, wear cute clothes. She understood that dressing that way would only make her look even younger now but was that so bad? Those simpler times of not defending herself against the would be bullies. Her mind wandered as she worked. Each new garment that came out of the boxes spiked a new intrigue but mostly anything pink or frilly. She had day dreams of the pink shortalls, the long thigh high socks, the ruffle bottomed tights. She was lost in thought and the process of examining an article momentarily, putting it on a hanger, then displaying it on the rack. Her train of thought was only broken when she reached back for the next article and the only response was “that’s it, you did great Ash. Thanks for all of your help.” From Elise who had a big smile. The few words of praise and that little pet name sunk in. She had to turn away before her renewed blush gave her away. “Even with some time to spare.” Gary said as he looked at his watch and did some more stretches now that the task was complete. “I’m going to go wash up real quick.” Gary said before heading towards the bathroom. “It’s almost like a whole new store with all of this color.” Elise said as she took a moment to peruse the new inventory. She stopped at the clothes rack and pulled out the exact onesie Ashley had been eyeing. Unhooking it and holding it up. It was even Ashley’s size, not even remotely close to what Elise would need to fit her chiseled titaness form. She put it back on the rack and picked up the pink shortalls next and then another onesie covered in pink hearts. Ashley’s face felt like it was melting as one by one Elise examined almost every article of clothing Ashley had considered on herself. “It’s all just so cute. I don’t think I have the body for it necessarily but it sure is adorable. What do you think about this?” Elise asked as she held up the first onesie again. Ashley was speechless for a minute. Her brain reeling for words that in its currently fried state could barely find. “It’s… uh, um, it’s uh kinda cute… I guess.” She finally managed. ‘Nailed it. Shoot me now.’ Elise approached Ashley with all of the confidence in the world and held the hanger up to her Ashley’s neck, letting the onesie drape over her chest as if she was wearing it to get a visual. “Well isn’t that just precious.” She said with an almost devious smile that threatened to devour her. ‘Too much!’ Ashley’s brain short circuited and popped a fuse. Next thing Ashley knew she was on the floor and Elise was cradling her head in her lap. “Guess we worked you a little too hard huh?” Elise said with a smile so disarming that Ashley almost turned pudding right there, her voice so calm and soothing that Ashley felt tiny. ‘God! Is she flirting with me?’ Ashley thought to herself. ‘There’s no way, she’s like 32 and I’m like barely 19, there’s no way she’d be into a scrawny little cheerleader like me when she’s built like a goddess.’ “Hello, earth to Ashley. You okay princess?” Elise said, trying to get Ashley out of her own head. “You passed out for a second there. Are you okay?” There was genuine worry on her face. “Uh, um, yeah. It happens sometimes when I… when I overwork myself.” Ashley replied. ‘Smooth played that off well, I almost told her it only happens when I get overwhelmed or overly excited.’ “Is it vasovagal syncope?” Elise asked. “Sudden drops in blood pressure leading to fainting spells.” She clarified for Ashley who looked confused. Legitimate medical terms well beyond her memory capacity, symptoms being more so what she remembered. “Uh yeah, I think that’s what the doctors called it. It happened more when I was younger though, it’s been awhile since I’ve fainted like that.” Ashley said. “I know an acquaintance with the same condition.” Elise said. “Let’s get you some water.” Elise easily maneuvered Ashley around and stood up before helping Ashley stand. Her legs still felt a little wobbly after the faint, in fact, they were actually wobbling. Elise took note of it almost immediately and crouched down a little to be on the same eye level as Ashley. “I’m going to pick you up okay? I don’t want to hurt your feelings, I know it can be a sore subject but I want to get you over to your chair so you can sit down.” Ashley would agree that being carried is a sore subject for her. Being small as she was, some of the bigger kids liked to pick her up knowing she was an easy target. She had been thrown into the pool a number of times in gym class in junior high. Probably just dumb boys flirting and being bullies about it but she didn’t have many fond memories of being picked up. Elise on the other hand was being gentle with her, asking for permission like it was sexual consent. It disarmed Ashley completely and she gave a small nervous nod. Ashley quickly found herself hoisted up into Elise’s arms. Her legs naturally wrapped themselves around her waist and Elise adjusted her grip to support her bottom while Ashley’s head naturally nestled into her and her arms wrapped around to hug her neck. Elise didn’t so much make a strained grunt or noise as she easily carried Ashley the short 20 feet over to her small register station and sat her down in the chair. “Light as a feather.” She said with another disarming smile. Elise grabbed the large thermos cup from the desk and held it up, presenting the straw to Ashley to drink from. “Take a few sips please. Might just need to get some fluids in ya.” Elise said “I can hold it myself.” Ashley tried to protest as she lifted her arms to accept the cup but in doing so felt how sluggish and slow the movements were. It was like her muscles were still in the process of rebooting and she caved and leaned forward a bit to take the straw and down a few sips. “Take it slow, big gulps of cold water could shock your core and make you feel sick.” Elise explained as Ashley took a few more sips. Gary then reappeared from the bathroom after washing up a bit. “Did I miss something?” He asked innocently. “Nothing much, Ashley just fainted. Probably just worked her too hard is all.” Elise explained the current state of affairs probably a bit too calmly for the situation because Gary’s response came fast and panicked. “Fainted!?” He took what seemed like two strides toward them and was at Ashley’s side opposite of Elise. “Are you okay? Do we need to call an ambulance? The boss will have our necks if Ashley got hurt because we pushed her too hard.” Elise had moved her hand to Ashley’s neck prior to Gary’s minor breakdown. She specifically had two fingers on Ashley’s pulse and felt it increasing at the same pace as Gary’s breakdown. “Calm down Gary, you’re projecting onto Ashley and scaring her. It’s okay, she’s fine. You seem to forget that I have EMT training too. She’s going to be just fine.” Elise said. “Right! Sorry, I’ll let you handle this and go start to get the shop locked up.” Garry said as he left. The fingers on Ashley’s neck monitoring her pulse were warm and the gentle contact felt almost ticklish. She couldn’t stop herself from curling up into Elise’s hand that gently cupped her chin. “Let’s get some sugar in you as well, might just have a bit of low blood sugar as well.” Elise said as she reached for the jar of candy on the counter and pulled out a pink cotton candy sucker. She took her hand back for a moment to unwrap it then brought it back to monitor her pulse while offering the lollipop up to Ashley’s lips. ‘How did she know the cotton candy was my favorite?’ Ashley thought to herself as for the first time she didn’t resist leaning forward a bit and accepted the offering. “There ya go, good girl. You’re starting to get some color back in your face.” Elise commented. Ashley could definitely feel the color in her face now as her cheeks started to burn again while her tongue shifted the lollipop over to her cheek. ‘Stop calling me a good girl, I can’t handle the praise.’ Ashley thought as the two words echoed in her head and raised goosebumps across her arms. “Alright, you seem pretty stable now. I’m going to go take out this trash and get my stuff real quick. You stay right here for the time being and if you need anything just ask.” Elise said, which got a small nod of agreement from Ashley. Elise leaving her side felt…bad? It didn’t feel good. She was so sensitive and gentle that Ashley’s guard had been lowered enough to just accept the help and treatment. The steady presence, the calm reassurances, the soft voice that delivered kind praises. Ashley’s body wanted to reach out and pull her back but her defenses were going back up. Her adult persona was taking over again and she hesitated long enough that Elise had already slipped away by the time she thought about pulling her back. Now the internal voice started again. ‘So stupid, getting so worked up about just a onesie that you fainted. And you made Elise and Gary worry about you. It’s just a onesie and some stupid diapers. Besides, the chances of Elise being into you are about zero. She just likes teasing you and you have no chance with someone like her when you look like someone like you.’ Ashley really wanted to cry. It felt fitting but she stuffed those emotions back down and held back those tears despite her eyes starting to water up a bit. She instead chose to watch from her chair as Elise broke down the boxes and condensed them into a single box stuffed with all of the garbage. ‘I should really help her. I’m fine now.’ Ashley thought as she watched Elise efficiently condense the packaging. Ashley stood up to go help but Elise caught the movement out of the corner of her eye. “Do you need something?” Elise asked gently but directly before Ashley was even fully standing. “Um, I was just going to help you finish up.” Ashley said bashfully. “Nuh uh, you stay right there. If you’re going to have to drive home after work, you’re going to need your strength and I don’t want to have to worry about you making it home safely.” Elise said. “Besides it’s not enough work for two people, I’ll have it done in a jiffy.” Gary had supposedly finished up shutting down the warehouse because he came back and started carting out the garbage that Elise had already condensed. The tag team duo had all of the garbage shuttled out to the dumpster in a matter of minutes. ‘They really do work so well together. If I didn’t know otherwise I’d say that they make a great couple but I can see they have at least a really great friendship.’ Ashley pondered from the sidelines. Gary had grabbed his bag and was heading out the door shortly after waving goodbye to Ashley and Elise. Something about having to get to the gym for a training session so he couldn’t stay too late. “Feeling better?” Elise asked as she approached with her and Ashley’s bags that she had retrieved from the break room. “Yeah, much better. You sure know your stuff. The sucker really seems to have done the trick.” Ashley replied “That’s good. Now let’s get out of here, it’ll still be here Monday.” Elise said as she handed Ashley her purse and guided her to the front door. It was always those subtle little pushes and guidances from Elise that made Ashley’s heart flutter. ‘Can your crush on Elise get any worse?’ Ashley thought to herself. ‘Just stop thinking about it. It’ll never happen. Especially since you’re too chicken to even take a shot.’ Ashley literally face palmed herself from the internal thought train. “You okay?” Elise asked, hearing the smack and turning around. “Um, yeah, I uh, just forgot my water bottle in there.” Ashley said as she looked for an excuse and actually had forgotten to bring her bottle with her. “I gotta get home and feed the cat or he’ll tear up my furniture.” Elise said. “But you have shop keys too, just be sure to lock up and set the alarm from your phone.” “Right, sounds good. I’ll see you Monday?” Ashley said feeling a little fidgety. ‘Here’s your chance, take a shot.’ But she didn’t, almost physically couldn’t bring herself to say the words. “You will indeed. Enjoy your weekend.” Elise said before walking away towards her SUV with a wave over her shoulder. Stumbling In Chapter 1- The beginning (Elise) ‘15 more minutes.’ Elise told herself as she moved another box to the shipping bay. 15 minutes before lunch and then she could finally go see Ashley again. Not that anything was really stopping her but she didn’t want to feel like a helicopter. The girl was so innocent and adorably cute it almost hurt to scroll through the pictures she had saved mentally. Her petite frame, the beaming smile when she allowed herself to flash her pearly whites, the blushes she had when she was put on the spot. ADORABLE! She had been working at the store for two weeks now and today marked the completion of the third. Friday, the day that usually dragged on but today was a good day. She looked over at the mountain of boxes that had been delivered on Wednesday. She had already unpacked one to display for an impatient friend the previous day, she had the bill of lading after all and knew which one contained the ABDL diapers her friend was after. They were living out a fantasy that Elise hoped to join some day. Her little coming into a store to buy a pack of diapers for herself. It was a classic ABDL trope and her little loved the humiliating side of things no matter how much she denied it. Elise had staked two of her bonuses on the massive order now sitting by the warehouse. Bethany was the best employer she could imagine. She was open minded about all communities and Elise had approached her about hers after an age of deliberation. It was a nerve racking meeting, to open up about yourself in that way, to expose your inner fantasies to another. Bethany had agreed to try it out. Elise couldn’t tell but she could’ve sworn that Bethany hinted at also being part of the community that she was so infatuated with, at least in some aspects. The deal was, if they didn’t see a good ROI after buying in they would terminate the line of apparel, gear, and most importantly to Elise, the diapers. Every quarter, Bethany would take 75% of the revenue generated by the store and split it between Gary and Elise. She reasoned that the money was better off going back into the economy than sitting in some over-inflated bank account collecting dust. After all of the bills it typically amounted to quite a handsome bonus for Elise and Gary. For that, Elise was eternally grateful. Bethany was a sort of role model for Elise, and a mentor. She constantly helped Elise through navigating stuff that school never prepared her for. Buying her first house, navigating the stock market and investing, survival and beyond that thriving. Bethany could write a course on how to make it but she decided to take Elise and Gary under her wing to help them be successful. In fact, she wanted everyone around her to be successful, that’s why she had brought Ashley on as the front cashier for the summer so that she could get some real world experiences. She had paid out of pocket for Elise’s EMT license, something she had wanted as her initial career goal, and had even helped Gary set up a care home for his special needs older brother. Bethany never joked, when she said that Elise and Gary were like the children she never had, Elise took that to heart. The deal Elise and Bethany had made was for two of the quarterly bonuses to be put into ABDL inventory and marketing. The online sales were good for the rest of the business so they set up, sort of secretly, a secondary LLC through the warehouse for the new venture. Gary didn’t flinch at making a second website mirroring the first, he loved that nerdy stuff. He took Elise’s input on all of the cutesy designs and gave her access to populate it with all of the pictures and descriptions since she knew more about the subject matter. Gary was aware of Elise’s caregiver and ABDL side. A night of heavy drinking had divulged many secrets years ago and Gary supported her like an older brother. Gary had even been intrigued by the ABDL diapers with their printed designs thinking it was a good venture for the business to broaden their scope and reach. Elise shuffled the last box for the day’s orders to the loading dock. She handled most of the smaller orders that went direct to consumers while Gary handled the large bulk orders that went to care homes, hospitals, and retirement centers. That meant that she had the rest of the day to play with the ABDL stuff and getting it displayed on the shop floor. ‘5 minutes to lunch. It probably would hurt to go check on Ashley.’ Elise thought before she gave Gary the heads up that it was lunch time. He was in the middle of loading a pallet for a large order of supplies but looked like he could use a break. He gave her a thumbs up and she took the queue to head out to lunch. She went to the employee break room first and stuck her dish in the microwave so that it could warm while she retrieved Ashley. One of Elise’s growing favorite things to do was sneak up on Ashley. She wore athletic shoes most of the time so she could be comfortable but they also lent themselves to being light on her feet and quiet. She found Ashley in a place she had not initially expected to find her. She was squatted down at the end of the diaper aisle. In particular, she was crouched in front of the ABDL diapers she had displayed last night for her friends. A jolt of electricity shot through Elise as she watched the girl pick up, then set down, then pick up again the pack of pink printed diapers. ‘Is Ashley an ABDL!’ Her internal voice screamed as she watched Ashley manipulate the pack of diapers in her hands, analyzing every inch of them. She approached quietly for her favorite part. “Hey, ready for lunch?” The sight of Ashley exploding in fear like a child caught red-handed was to die for. Her cheeks were flushed red with a blush that could light a cigarette. “Pretty cute aren’t they?” Elise asked innocently, but she was really trying to gauge Ashley’s reaction. A lot of ABDL’s were highly closeted, they rarely ever broadcasted their fantasies for fear of being labeled a weirdo. “I just stocked them last night.” She added, trying to keep Ashley talking. “U…um yeah, they are kinda cute.” Ashley stammered in her adorable embarrassed way. “A girl came in earlier and bought a pack so I figured I could help you guys out and face the inventory so that it stays uniform.” That’s a lie Elise almost called it immediately. ‘You’re curious aren’t you? You want to know what a diaper feels like. You may have experimented before but between price and hiding in the closet you’ve never been this close to the real thing.’ “Come on, I brought you chicken parm, I think Gary is trying to win you over to the dark side with corndogs so be warned. If you were trying to bulk that’d be a good option with all of those carbs from the bread but the protein weight is too low for you to gain anything in terms of muscle. It really bothers me that he gets to eat anything he wants and can turn it into muscle at the drop of a hat.” Elise knew Ashley wasn’t listening to her. The first time she had seen the girl’s eyes gloss over was when she began to ramble about macros. It was an easy way to fill the empty noise while allowing Ashley to think to herself so that she didn’t feel uncomfortable in the silence. The microwave had finished warming Ashley’s serving of lunch so she popped hers in while she brought Ashley the dish. To think, she had thought going down a few doors to get fast food on her first day was a viable lunch. It was the fast track to gaining weight and the disgusting ingredients that they used was never going to fly with her or Gary who was a health food nut in training. She had started packing a lunch for Ashley too and including a bevy of healthy snacks to deliver throughout the day. She occasionally would have Gary bring one of the snacks out to her, again so that it didn’t seem like she was hovering, but she knew Ashley was probably bored to tears sitting at the customer service kiosk in a store that saw maybe 50 in person customers a month. The snacks would at least give her some calories and a reprieve from the boredom. Gary had picked up that Elise was interested in Ashley on day one. He had called her out on it in the privacy of the warehouse and had made Elise promise that Ashley’s wishes were top priority. That was a given obviously. Her caretaker side only cared about what was the best for her partner, even if it was only a potential partner or a one way crush. Elise was moving on to her second favorite thing to do with Ashley. She swirled up a proportional bite of noodles for Ashley and checked that it wasn’t too hot. She presented the fork to Ashley as she did most days. If it was up to her, she’d feed Ashley her entire meal and skip lunch altogether. She knew it was pushing the line of forcing her own fantasies onto an unwilling participant but she couldn’t help herself. Today was different though. Ashley was extra blushy and her usual retort of “I can feed myself, you know.” Felt more forced, like she didn’t actually mean it. “Come on, just one bite.” Elise offered as consolation. It was their usual song and dance. She caved. She always caved. It was so sweet having Ashley accept the bite. The way she pushed her hair back behind her ear, the way she snapped forward and snatched the bite she was craving while trying not to be embarrassed. Elise knew she shouldn’t but she couldn’t stop herself as she loaded the next fork while Ashley chewed. “Come on, you said one bite.” Ashley was turning a new shade of red and her lip naturally curled into a pout that melted Elise on the inside. “I know. I lied. Come on, just one more and I promise I’ll let you eat in peace.” Elise said as she presented the offering forward. “It’s really good isn’t it, I added a few extra seasonings this time.” Elise prodded at the tenderness that Ashley presented so well. She caved again, this time a bit more aggressively snatching the food from the fork then holding out her hand to demand the fork. It was adorable when Ashley had these displays of adult confidence while doing little things. “It is really good…” Ashley commented quietly while she chewed. “Manners, you shouldn’t talk with your mouth full.” Elise took the opportunity to tease as she handed over the fork and glass Tupperware for Ashley. “God, aren’t you two cute.” Gary said as he took another bite of his corn dogs. Elise’s gaze could’ve burned a hole right through him. She didn’t need a wingman trying to sell her to her crush. “Oh shut up meat head.” Elise shot back. It was venomous and the message was ‘shut up before I strangle you with your stupid corndogs.’ “Last I checked you’re worse than me, counting calories and watching your “macros”” Gary fired back, making his own air quotes around “macros.” The message was clear that he didn’t care about Elise’s little game with Ashley of cat and mouse. He could see the picture from the outside and knew they were into each other. They just both were completely oblivious and unwilling to accept their chemistry. “It’s beneficial to maintain the proper physique. Some of us don’t have the metabolism of a 14 year old boy that can eat anything and not have to worry about tipping the scale.” Elise bickered. “Yeah yeah, anyways, I just have to finish up the order for Whispering Pines care facility. They almost tripled down after their first order. They’re really impressed.” Gary began. “I’ve finished off all of the direct to consumer orders for the day so I have a bit of free time that I’ll need to fill up.” Elise explained. Her eyes flicked to Ashley who had completely dissociated from the shop talk. “Oh yeah, Ashley said a case of those new diapers already sold.” Elise said to bring Ashley back into the conversation and see her reaction. The girl choked on her food at the mention of the diapers. ‘She has to be an ABDL, she’s so oblivious to it though’. “Wrong pipe?” She innocently asked as she handed over Ashley’s water bottle. She was tempted to give her back a few taps but held herself back. “Yeah…” Ashley managed to say after clearing her throat. “Well that’s good. Didn’t think registering as their new dealer would pan out so quickly.” Gary replied after Ashley had re-settled. He knew that Elise was in the middle of her flirtatious ambiguous game. “Right? As I was telling the boss, it’s a growing market and community. I’m really impressed with the quality and the designs are perfect. There’s probably 25 boxes to unload but I’ve already got them in the system. Should only have to put them on the shelf and we’re ready to go.” “When are you going to get the rest of the line out and all of the other products.” Gary asked, playing along with Elise’s game, both of them noticing Ashley’s glazed eyes regain focus at the mention of more product. “I’ll probably put a couple of lines that aren’t selling on clearance or maybe send them out for donations to the elderly home to make room. Then I have to go through one of the clothes racks, those heated vests haven’t been moving since it’s summer so that will make room for the onesies.” Elise explained. They did have quite a bit of inventory that was either outdated or had been popular with customers that no longer shopped with them for various reasons but mostly because they didn’t need them anymore sadly. Ashley’s blush renewed at the mention of onesies which flipped a switch for Elise. “Think you can help me out after lunch Ashley.” Elise pulled Ashley into the conversation but she was a little lost in thought at the moment. “Ash?” That got her attention, the little pet name she had started using innocently, she loved the way the girl snapped to attention when she heard it. “Um sure, not like I ever get a ton of customers anyways.” She finally responded. “Great, I’ll go start bringing the boxes up front then.” Elise said before standing and putting her Tupperware away in her lunch bag. She was excited, beyond excited. She had been able to subtly rope Ashley into helping her out and she’d be able to witness Ashley’s reactions personally. With food in her belly and renewed energy, she moved quickly. She had got a few of the stacks of boxes moved up front by the time Ashley finished her lunch and came to help. It would be good to get her something to do other than sit there bored to near death. Bethany was a huge proponent of “no phones out while on the clock.” Not exactly a problem in the back where they stayed busy but she wished she’d cut Ashley some slack with how dead the storefront was most times. Hopefully that will change a bit with the new products. “Hey, if you want to start breaking these out of their boxes while I bring up the rest, that'd be a huge help.” Elise said, giving some direction to Ashley. She practically had the bill of lading memorized at this point and was strategic with how she had been bringing the boxes out so that everything would line up. Call it OCD but Elise would call it efficiency. Ashley just gave a silent nod of approval as Elise moved through the swinging doors for the next stack. She already knew what box Ashley would probably be opening and was excited to see her reaction. Ashley was almost unmoving as she held the pack of diapers. ‘She’s hooked’ Elise thought as she set the next stack down. Ashley’s eyes were always focused on the next design she pulled out analyzing and exploring. She finally had all of the boxes brought up front and started working on re-sorting inventory. She knew which lines needed to come down, which could be reduced to one or two display cases with the remainder of the inventory in the back warehouse, and which lines could be donated and got to work. Her eyes frequently fell on Ashley who was always in the middle of looking at a pack of diapers like she was shopping for herself and weighing out the options between different bottoms. The items just so happened to be diapers. Ashley had already made her choice though. Elise saw her eyes wander back to the timid little diapers already on the shelf. It seemed to be Ashley’s standard she was comparing against. She gave herself a small smirk of approval. “How about you go get a drink, I know you’re not used to all of this heavy lifting like I am.” She commented, she knew it wasn’t from over-exertion but from getting worked up about all of the diapers. She watched as she walked away, she was a little pigeon toed and her walk didn’t have the grace and fluidity of an adult. It was staggered and uneven and she didn’t swing her arms in sync with her steps. ‘She’s slipping down whether she notices it or not she’s entering a little space mindset and regressing.’ After a moment of reprieve and a sip of water she returned. She was more fluid now, her trance-like state having dissipated from the short disconnect. Elise desperately wanted to scoop her up and put her in a chair to just sit on the sidelines to watch but knew Ashley wouldn’t go for it and she wanted to see more of that regressed mindset. “I’ll help out with getting your diapers put up then I have to run to the bathroom real quick.” Elise knew the choice of words she used. Contextually one would assume it was just the given task. But the blush that returned to Ashley’s cheeks and the small smile meant she took it in the way that she was claiming ownership. She offered up a pack of diapers for Ashley to put on the shelf. The larger size of the diapers Ashley had been monitoring this entire time. She didn’t take them immediately so swung the diapers her way to get her attention again and to get her to take the pack and set it on the shelf. She almost seemingly flinched like the diapers were trying to get her but quickly moved into action to take the pack from Elise with a quick “right, sorry.” Tag teaming the shelves went fast and they quickly had them all up and displayed. Ashley was a little winded from Elise’s pace but all of the disposables were neatly stored now. Ashley had been more focused after they got away from the pink printed diapers. ‘Seems like she’s settled on her preferred choice.’ She thought to herself as she looked at the display of color entering the store. Elise took off to the bathroom and left Ashley alone with the diapers. She didn’t particularly need the bathroom but she was dying to check something on her phone. She sat down and pulled her phone out and opened up her spreadsheet. She knew she was a bit OCD to have dozens of spreadsheets tracking everything and she opened her ‘NURSERY’ spreadsheet. She typed in the search bar ‘timid little’ to check her inventory. She had been buying ABDL products for years and tracked everything down to the last diaper. She had a full pack of the nighttime diapers on hand already stocked in the changing table. She also had two packs of the lighter duty daytime diapers. Her diaper bag had two left from when she had babysat for her friend Kelly and her little Jasmine. She took a mental note to restock the bag to its typical four and maybe throw some pull-ups in the mix and a nighttime spare to be prepared. She closed the app and opened the live feed from the shop security cameras. Her and Gary had access just in case the security system had a false alarm so they could check without having to come down to the shop. Bethany was pretty hands-off with this business for the most part since Elise and Gary handled everything for the most part, even their own payroll. Ashley was exactly where Elise had expected to find her, crouched at the end of the diaper aisle looking at the diapers she couldn’t keep her eyes off of. She wrapped up and washed her hands. ‘Twice in one day, how lucky can I be.’ Elise thought to herself as she moved silently back to Ashley. “You seem pretty interested in those pink ones.” Elise said, standing right behind Ashley. She nearly exploded again at the fright which made Elsie grin mischievously. “Do we need to put a bell on you? You move like a ghost! They were just crooked. I know your OCD butt would’ve done the same.” Ashley shot back. Elise had intentionally been holding herself back from adjusting them just to see Ashley’s interaction with them, it did pain her OCD admittedly but the thrill of Ashley’s blushy little face held her back. “I’m going to hit the bathroom too real quick.” Ashley announced as she rose and waddled away in the adorable little walk that Elise was coming to recognize as Ashley’s small side coming out. Her walk was a little more bow legged this time and Elise recognized the discomfort. ‘Oops, might’ve gone a bit too far with that second jump scare.’ She grinned to herself, knowing Ashley had made a wet spot in her panties. Elise moved on to sorting through the rest of the boxes, scrolling through her mental list of the packages. ‘Training pants would be good to put up next… hehe’ she internally giggled. ‘And with Ashley’s little accident it’ll be so cute to see her blushy little face when I hand her a pair.’ She hand over all the hangers and hooks they’d need to put on the pegboard at the back of the display shelves to hang the garments as well as a pair of training pants in Ashley’s size. Elise could see the gears turning in Ashley’s head and the subtle shift of her legs as she was reminded of the supposed wet spot in her panties. “Are you just going to stare at them or hang them up? They are pretty cute I have to admit but there’s a whole line we have to get up.” Elise broke Ashley’s newest daze who quickly jumped to action, clipping the hanger onto the garments. Elise metered out the garments and Ashley hung them couple of each size were quickly hung up. Elise stuck to the theme and produced matching diaper covers, and then actual adult undergarments like bra and panty sets but printed with the same patterns of hearts, lace and diapers tapes that Ashley was swooning over. That was followed by bibs, and even bottles and pacifiers scaled up to adult proportions to complete the display. Elise enjoyed Ashley’s reactions to each new item that completed the set. She had to analyze each item but Elise paced herself to let Ashley enjoy it. The next themes went substantially faster now that they were past the inject of Ashley’s fascination. ‘She probably has a humiliation kink. That’s why she is so fascinated with the ‘BABY’ text boldly displayed’ Elise thought to herself as she analyzed Ashley’s psyche. Then Gary came out to join the fray. “Phew. Finally got that large order out the door.” He gave a small stretch and swung his arms. Elise knew that the order he had packed could’ve easily been drawn out for the rest of the shift but he wanted to participate in the newness of the product line. “Wow, look at all this. You’ve made some great progress already. Didn’t think the boss was going to go this extreme on new inventory.” Gary commented. “Well, if I know anything about Auntie B… I mean Aunt Bethany, she has flair for the dramatics and loves going all in. I’m sure she’s a nightmare in Vegas.” Ashley joked which got a good chuckle out of Elise and Gary. They knew for a fact that Bethany was a problem gambler. Elise loved the innocent little moniker Ashley had for their aunt. “Well since you’re all done back there, can you help us out up here? If we’re quick we can get this all wrapped up before taking off today and we won’t have to worry about it on Monday.” Elise said as she opened another box and extracted a timid little themed onesie, dying internally at Ashley’s adorable face lighting up at the sight. Elise handed it over to Ashley to examine. She did have to hand it to Ashley, she had adorable tastes. The ruffles on the rear were to die for and the pink matched the blush on Ashley’s cheek. She started clearing the clothing rack with Gary which gave Ashley enough time to realise it was in her size and fantasize about it. Ashley snapped back to reality as Elise moved to start emptying more boxes. She hung the garment but Elise had noticed how long her eyes lingered on it as she went to work hanging everything else that was handed to her. Elise figured that Ashley, in all of her tomboyish charms, actually wanted to enjoy the more feminine side of life. The cutesy things, the pinks and pastels, internally she wanted to be a girly girl. It was probably some of her upbringing favoring the simplicity and ease of boy clothes but she probably missed out on the cute dresses and skirts. Her small stature and frame also probably voided a majority of those aspirations. Elise knew how cruel kids could be, being the opposite of Ashley but an outlier to the average, Elise had heard her fair share of ‘giraffe’ insults. Ashley probably avoided the girly girl items because it would only make her an easier target to the bullies of the world. Elise felt for her but she wanted Ashley to enjoy that side of herself. As Elise dug through the boxes she started imagining the outfit combinations she could put on Ashley. There was such a great variety and everything seemed perfect for Ashley. Even some of the black options would suit her in a gothic Lolita kind of way that had Elise day dreaming of Ashley in a full blown petticoat and maid uniform. She was lost in the though as she reached the bottom of the final box. “That’s it, you did great Ash. Thanks for all of your help!” Elise said enthusiastically to the girl who was waiting for the next item to examine and hang. ‘Praise kink, check.’ Elise thought as she saw Ashley go a little mushy at the words of encouragement. “Even with some time to spare.” Gary said as he looked at his watch and did some more stretches now that the task was complete. “I’m going to go wash up real quick.” Gary said before heading towards the bathroom. “It’s almost like a whole new store with all of this color.” Elise said as she took a moment to peruse the new inventory. She stopped at the clothes rack and pulled out the exact onesie Ashley had been eyeing. Unhooking it and holding it up. Ashley’s eyes were wide. Elise knew that Ashley was smitten with the onesie in her hands, she had even chosen the one that would fit Ashley, more so of an announcement that she agreed Ashley would look perfect in it. Elise perused the remainder of the racks, stopping to examine every article that had given Ashley pause. ‘She is helplessly adorable.’ Elise meandered back around to the first onesie again. “It’s all just so cute. I don’t think I have the body for it necessarily but it sure is adorable. What do you think about this?” Elise asked as she held up the first onesie again. “It’s… uh, um, it’s uh kinda cute… I guess.” She finally managed to formulate words. Elise loved the subtle teases that plucked at Ashley’s heart strings. Elise approached Ashley with all of the confidence in the world and held the hanger up to her Ashley’s neck, letting the onesie drape over her chest as if she was wearing it to get a visual. “Well isn’t that just precious.” She said with an almost devious smile that threatened to devour her. She knew she shouldn’t have, the girl was so worked up and so oblivious to the flirting that it was a bit too on the nose but she couldn’t help herself. “Oh crap.” Elise said as she saw Ashley’s eyes glaze then flutter and her body start to go limp. She easily caught Ashley and lowered her to the ground then moved to rehang the onesie before crouching next to Ashley and put her head in her lap. ‘Vasovagal syncope. She was too worked up and I flipped the breaker on her.’ Elise noted internally. If she hadn’t had her EMT training she would’ve been more worried but she knew it wasn’t a massive problem and that Ashley would wake up on her own momentarily but she was still internally panicking. “Guess we worked you a little too hard huh?” Elise said with a smile. Her own panic subsided and going into caregiver mode almost involuntarily. “Hello, earth to Ashley. You okay princess?” Elise said, trying to get Ashley out of her own head. “You passed out for a second there. Are you okay?” There was genuine worry on her face despite her best efforts to mask it. “Uh, um, yeah. It happens sometimes when I… when I overwork myself.” Ashley replied. ‘Or when you’re overstimulated and overexcited.’ Elise added in her head “Is it vasovagal syncope?” Elise asked, already knowing the symptoms. “Sudden drops in blood pressure leading to fainting spells.” She clarified for Ashley who looked confused. Elise only knew the medical terms because she had studied them, most only knew the symptoms though. “Uh yeah, I think that’s what the doctors called it. It happened more when I was younger though, it’s been awhile since I’ve fainted like that.” Ashley said. “I know an acquaintance with the same condition.” Elise said. An online friend from the ABDL forums she chatted with from time. “Let’s get you some water.” Elise easily maneuvered Ashley around and stood up before helping Ashley stand. Elise took note of Ashley’s wobbly legs almost immediately and crouched down a little to be on the same eye level as Ashley. “I’m going to pick you up okay? I don’t want to hurt your feelings, I know it can be a sore subject but I want to get you over to your chair so you can sit down.” She knew that someone of Ashley’s stature probably had some trauma about being picked up. Ashley gave a small nervous nod. Elise knew she was nervous, but she could see the worry melting away slowly. Elise lifted her with ease. She might’ve been 90 pounds at worst. A walk in the park considering her usual gym sessions target weights double that or more. Ashleys legs naturally wrapped themselves around her waist and Elise adjusted her grip to support her bottom while Ashley’s head naturally nestled into her and her arms wrapped around to hug her neck. Elise was just happy that Ashley couldn’t see her face. Her smile would’ve given her away immediately. She was so adorable! She moved the short distance to the small register station and sat her down in the chair. “Light as a feather.” She said with another disarming smile after just barely managing to mask her glee. Elise grabbed the large thermos cup from the desk and held it up, presenting the straw to Ashley to drink from. “Take a few sips please. Might just need to get some fluids in ya.” Elise said. She knew that Ashley going down like that would take a bit to regain her muscle control. “I can hold it myself.” Ashley tried to protest as she lifted her arms to accept the cup. Elise gave her a knowing look of ‘not right now you can’t, just accept the help’. She held the cup for the momentarily defeated Ashley as she drank. It was blissful, she seemed even smaller now in her weakened state and she was more agreeable to the aid being presented to her. Elise knew that Ashley probably spent a lot of time trying to prove she could it on her own and had developed a sort of independence necessity. “Take it slow, big gulps of cold water could shock your core and make you feel sick.” Elise explained as Ashley took a few more sips. She wouldn’t mind it but it’d probably break the girl if the sudden shock of cold water ended up on Elise or the floor. Gary then reappeared from the bathroom after washing up a bit. “Did I miss something?” He asked innocently. “Nothing much, Ashley just fainted. Probably just worked her too hard is all.” Elise explained the current state of affairs probably a bit too calmly for the situation because Gary’s response came fast and panicked. “Fainted!?” He moved fast, if Elise didn’t know any better she would assume that Gary had some caregiver energy in him and he was soon at Ashley’s side opposite of Elise. “Are you okay? Do we need to call an ambulance? The boss will have our necks if Ashley got hurt because we pushed her too hard.” Elise had moved her hand to Ashley’s neck prior to Gary’s minor breakdown. She was monitoring Ashley’s pulse to make sure everything was alright. Gary was exasperating the issue with his worry. “Calm down Gary, you’re projecting onto Ashley and scaring her. It’s okay, she’s fine. You seem to forget that I have EMT training too. She’s going to be just fine.” Elise said to calm both of them down. “Right! Sorry, I’ll let you handle this and go start to get the shop locked up.” Garry said as he left. Her pulse stabilized again. Then her own pulse shot through the roof when Ashley nuzzled her cheek and chin into the palm of her hand. All she was missing was cat ears and a purr as she seemed to melt into the touch. ‘Is she flirting with me!?’ Elise nearly exploded but kept her cool, noting that Ashley with a cat ears headband was a must. “Let’s get some sugar in you as well, might just have a bit of low blood sugar as well.” Elise said as a distraction from her own blush. ‘Pink cotton candy, that’s the most frequent wrapper I see in the trash can up here when I empty them.’ She took her hand back for a moment to unwrap it then brought it back to monitor her pulse while offering the lollipop up to Ashley’s lips. ‘This is to die for!’ Ashley leaned forward to accept the sucker and took it between her teeth so gently. Elise just wished she could offer up a bottle or pacifier like this too. “There ya go, good girl. You’re starting to get some color back in your face.” Elise commented, watching the blush return at the praise. ‘1000% has a praise kink.’ As Elise noted the goosebumps on Ashley’s arms. “Alright, you seem pretty stable now. I’m going to go take out this trash and get my stuff real quick. You stay right here for the time being and if you need anything just ask.” Elise said, which got a small nod of agreement from Ashley. She didn’t want to leave but knew it was approaching closing time and she should help Gary out. Elise noted the abandoned puppy look on Ashley’s face and almost went back but she couldn’t coddle her forever and always despite her wishes to do so. ‘Make it quick, you played with Ashley all afternoon setting up the new inventory. Just push a little longer and you can get back over to her. Gary and Elise had worked with each for long enough that words weren’t always necessary. They knew what the other could accomplish and Elise was moving as fast as she could which drove Gary to push a little bit harder than normal to match pace. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Ashley standup. She wasn’t about to let her help with so little left to do and just coming off a fainting spell. “Do you need something?” Elise asked gently but directly before Ashley was even fully standing. “Um, I was just going to help you finish up.” Ashley said bashfully. “Nuh uh, you stay right there. If you’re going to have to drive home after work, you’re going to need your strength and I don’t want to have to worry about you making it home safely.” Elise said. “Besides it’s not enough work for two people, I’ll have it done in a jiffy.” Gary had supposedly finished up shutting down the warehouse because he came back and started carting out the garbage that Elise had already condensed. It didn’t take long to wrap up before Gary had grabbed his bag and was heading out the door while waving goodbye to Ashley and Elise. ‘Musclehead needs more gym time, must be strong like ape.’ “Feeling better?” Elise asked as she approached with her and Ashley’s bags that she had retrieved from the break room. “Yeah, much better. You sure know your stuff. The sucker really seems to have done the trick.” Ashley replied. “That’s good. Now let’s get out of here, it’ll still be here Monday.” Elise said as she handed Ashley her purse and guided her to the front door. Elise loved to gently guide Ashley along like that. ‘Say it! Just say it already. Ask her out! Get to know her some more. Maybe you can help her navigate the ABDL stuff that seems so foreign yet so alluring to her.’ Elise monologued internally. Elise was locking the door when she heard a soft smack“You okay?” “Um, yeah, I uh, just forgot my water bottle in there.” Ashley replied. A truthful lie but not the whole truth Elise recognized. “I gotta get home and feed the cat or he’ll tear up my furniture.” Elise said. “But you have shop keys too, just be sure to lock up and set the alarm from your phone.” Elise lied. She wasn’t in any rush to get home. She just need some privacy in the shop to do a little shopping herself. With all of the new inventory she was dying to pick out a few things for her nursery, not that she needed much really. She was also curious to see what Ashley was really up to. “Right, sounds good. I’ll see you Monday?” Ashley said while fidgeting nervously. ‘She’s going to go shopping too through all of the new inventory. Now I’m dying to know what she’ll get. No, you shouldn’t snoop. You already know what she’s interested in anyways.’ Elise thought. “You will indeed. Enjoy your weekend.” Elise said before walking away towards her SUV with a wave over her shoulder. She decided her shopping spree could wait till Monday or tomorrow if she was feeling antsy.

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