LL Medico Diapers and More Bambino Diapers - ABDL Diaper Store

Search the Community

Showing results for tags 'diapers'.



More search options

  • Search By Tags

    Type tags separated by commas.
  • Search By Author

Content Type


Forums

  • Latest News and Updates
    • Latest News
  • Diaper Talk
    • Newbie Nursery
    • Scoop The Poop
    • Our Lifestyle Discussion
    • [DD] Surveys
    • Incontinence - Medical
    • Rainbow Diapers
    • Story and Art Forum
    • Roleplay
    • Product Reviews and Info
    • Diapers in the News
    • Links and Announcements
    • In and Out Board
  • Connect
    • The Rest of your Life!
    • Meeting Place
    • Game Time
  • Trading Post
    • The Diaper Store - Shopping
    • ABDL FreeCycle
    • Other Stuff For Sale/Trade
  • Support
    • DailyDiapers Tech Support
    • Questions And Answers
    • Friends and Family
    • Restlessfox's Depression Discussion
    • ABDL Memorial
  • Private Forums
    • About This Area / Request a Forum
    • Photos
    • RUFFLES & RIBBONS GIRLS' HOME
    • University of PEEnix Online
  • Other Fetishes
    • General
    • Spanking
    • Bondage
    • Watersports
  • Clubby McClubFace's British Gossip
  • Big Kids Room's Topics
  • Music Producers Club's Topics
  • Infant School's Let's talk ...
  • Ab/dl LBGT diapers's Topics

Categories

  • Articles

Found 779 results

  1. SCHOOL IS OVER HERE COMES SUMMER with danny

    Danny is 16 years old and the summer break starts today and has been told my his mom Mariah that he has to babysit some kids that are between the age of 3-4 and all of them wear diapers after several weeks danny wants to try them on so he takes 5 out of the bag and brings them home to wearr one of there diapers so he takes a couple and brings them home to wear them
  2. having a small Bladder private with Danny

    Jeremy is a 10 year old who is at school and pees himself after the teacher won't let him go to the bathroom and the school call his Megan and says Jeremy needs to be picked up. later on it happens for the the rest of the week and because of this Megan brings Jeremy to the doctor and they say that Jeremy have a small bladder and that he need diapers because he will lose control of his bladder overtime. bring me to the doctor and they say i have a small bladder and that i need diapers year old who is at school and pees himself after the teacher won't let me go to the bathroom and they call you and say i need to be picked up later on it happens for the the rest of the week and so you bring me to the doctor and they say i have a small bladder and that i need diapers
  3. It's a Family Affair!

    Arthur Mitchell had known Betsy Allen since grade school. It was almost destined for them to get together as they were not only neighbors but we're the two in school every year that seemed to have the most wetting accidents. Well why not they were the kids that their parents seemed to have to wash wet sheets for every day because they couldn't seem to keep theirs dry. Arthur's and Betsy ' s mother's were talking and found that both of their kids were nighttime wetters and either or both would almost daily come home from school wet or would be wet before supper. Both were happy to have a sympathetic ear to discuss the raising of bed wetters, and pants wetters. They had tried punishments, no liquids after 1800 hours or 6 pm, getting them up at different hours of the night to go potty, rewards, alarms, medications but nothing seemed to help. Betsy was even called Betsy Wetsy by the other kids and her siblings, that really didn't seem to bother her. finally both mother's started to diaper their kids day and night which didn't cure them but helped them seem to fit in better at least the other kids quit calling Betsy; Betsy Wetsy other than her siblings who continued to call her that. About the time to start Junior High School both mothers took their child out of day time diapers, but both would either wet on the way home or later during play. But more often than not would be wet at school still so the diapers and plastic pants went back on until high school at least, both mother's thought that they would try it again then. Besides they were still wet at nights and between them both had not had more than a handful of dry nights since they were kids Since their mothers were so close Arthur would go over to Betsy ' s house with his mother or Betsy would go to Arthur's house with hers. They were left alone most times and the two mother's were oblivious to the budding romance between the two teenagers. Each knew the others secret of what they wore to bed and what they were wearing in the day because when the mothers talked it was as if the kids weren't there so when the discussions for day wetting and bed wetting each child knew the other was in the same leaky boat so to speak.
  4. well i had one heck of a short but terrible experience with this site. about a week ago i made a free account there and after filling out my information i was blocked from accessing the page. i tried initially at first to contact them to see why but to no response. now i know i didn't post anything bad, hate filled or even trollish in my bio or info and none of the information i provided was false. i recently tried again but to no avail. be warned my fellow padded friends, this is not a dating site to try out, let alone worth the effort. they will just block you and not bother to respond to you about the blocking access they have put on you there. you have been warned, spread the word please
  5. Dan was 16. His mom had remarried and had triplets. She was heading out for the day, leaving Dan in charge. She wanted him to prove he was responsible enough. He hadn't had a good week at school and now was his chance to make up for it. His younger siblings were almost 3 and attempting to potty train. No such luck though. Dan would have to change a lot of diapers. Something he'd not got much experience with. It's Saturday morning. 8am and Dan was woken by his mom.
  6. These are two of the caption-style stories we've been working on for our fans over on our Patreon & our Tumblr! They're one-off scene stories with images picked out and contributed to us from our fans on those sites, and as well as contributing pictures, we offer caption commissions as well as further Patreon supporter exclusives! As always, the vast majority of our work is free, and we'll endeavor to post our free captions here as well as on our tumblr, and our patreon, as well. THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT! And please let us know if you like this kind of stuff.
  7. The Wish! Written by JD © September 2013 Authors Note: This story is something I have been thinking about for a long time and is partially inspired by the movie ‘Mr. Destiny’. It is completely fictional and is not meant to be taken at all realistically. It is just wishful thinking on my part, where I truly wish it could happen for me… well, maybe not exactly this way. This story will contain diaper use but will be non-sexual. Now on to the story! Chapter 1 Today was just one of those days! It started out bad and just got worse as it went along! First off, I was fired today! I wasn’t just fired, I had been chewed out so badly by my boss, that they heard it 3 floors below! Now don’t get me wrong, I knew it had been coming for some time. You see, I work in a large advertising firm which I was hired at straight out of college. When I had first started there, I had been promised the moon and even more. Unfortunately, my skills in advertising turned out to be plain terrible. Because of this, I was never trusted with any of the larger accounts which also meant that my advancement opportunities were slim to none. Somehow though, I managed to keep my head above water and keep my job for 12 years. I scratched by on a decent enough income to allow me and my wife to live in a nicer part of town. But I will go into that more in a minute, as for now, I want to finish saying what I was saying about my job. Somehow, my boss decided that maybe it was time to give me a chance. There was a long standing big account at the firm and they were shopping for a new image. My boss was at his wit’s end trying to help develop this new image, but the company seemed to shoot down every one of his, and the others involved, ideas. On some fluke, he decided to ask me my opinion and for the first time, I had an ingenious idea. When I explained my idea to my boss, he loved it and just like that, I was brought into the team that handled the account. This meant that at the next meeting I was to present my idea to everyone, including the company the account was for. I was so excited and when I told my wife about it, for the first time in a long time, we were happy. For the next several days, I worked my butt off on my idea so that it would be perfect when I presented it. For the most part, everyone was thrilled with the advertising campaign I came up with and because of this, the company kept their account with us. Now that had been a year ago and even though my ideas since then have been less than stellar, I managed to keep the account. If only I hadn’t made that fatal flaw! Of course it was that flaw that kept me the account. Somehow, I managed to get sucked in to a secret relationship with another married woman. I don’t know what is wrong with me; I guess it was just pure lust. Julie was her name, and she was the wife of the CEO of Lewiston’s. Of course this was the company whose account I was working on. It also explained how I managed to keep the account. Julie and I met at that first meeting and she was a total knockout. I knew that we were both married but I couldn’t help notice how perfect she was. She and her husband were both partners in the company, so were both present. Now don’t fault me completely, Julie came on to me, not the other way around. Of course when your husband is like 70 years old and your still in your prime, you might be looking for something on the side as well. So I understood why she did what she did. At first, we tried our best to keep it professional, but soon we found ourselves engaged in a secret affair. Somehow, we managed to keep it hidden until about a week ago. Then the shit hit the fan, her husband found out! I don’t have to tell you how outraged he was, to make this worse, Julie ended it in hopes of reconciling with him. Anyway, this led to Mr. Lewiston ending his account and business with our firm, which now explains why I was fired today! As I was saying, things just got worse! When I came home early from work I found myself locked out of the house. Somehow my wife Sarah, whom I have been married to just before I finished college, heard about me being fired and the scandal I was involved in. I don’t know how she found out about it or the affair as I had thought I had done a good job of hiding it from her. But she had and she was pissed. Things hadn’t been very good for us for a while. I guess one of our biggest issues is that we had been married now for over 12 years and I had yet to give her a child. The thing is, I don’t know why she blamed me as we have both been checked medically and so far they have found no reason for us not to be able conceive. Still, she blamed me for it. As I was saying, things in our home had not been very pleasant lately. There were other things that we fought over but I won’t bore you to death with them. Let’s just say that when she found out about the affair, she was not happy one bit. I had come home to find that my suitcases had been packed and were sitting outside the front door of what had been our home. I tried my best to talk to Sarah about it, but found it hard to do through the front door. She informed me that she had the locks changed and that I would be hearing from her attorney soon! I tried pleading with her but that got me nowhere. She yelled through the door that we were through and I should have thought about the outcome before I had the affair. With all the yelling, I am sure the rest of the neighborhood knew what was happening. With nothing else to do, I angrily grabbed my suitcases off the front porch and threw them into the backseat of my 1998 Saturn. It is an older car which I had been thinking of replacing later this year. Like I said, I had a very bad day and so when the car suddenly broke down in an older part of town, I was pissed! So that brings me to where I am now. I noticed an empty parking lot up ahead and somehow coaxed the car into it before it died completely. Since my cell phone was given to me by my company I worked for, I had to return it before I left that day. This meant I currently had no phone in order to call a tow truck. With no cell phone, I needed to find a phone so I could call Triple AAA. Like I had said, I was in an old part of town where most of the buildings were abandoned and long forgotten, but luck would have it, the parking lot I pulled into was for a small local bar. I got out of the car and headed for the entrance, hoping to find a phone I could use inside. When I entered the bar, it seemed as if I was transferred to a Steven King novel. The minute I walked inside, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. It was dark and smoky inside, even though no one was smoking. In fact, other than the bartender who was cleaning a glass with a towel, there was no one else inside. There was just enough light in the place to make most of it out but it had this spooky sort of glow to it. The bartender himself was kinda scary looking. I was about to back out of the place when the bartender noticed me. “Why, hello there!” He said cheerily. “Do you fancy yourself a drink?” Now the place still creeped me out a bit but the bartender seemed to be a friendly person and it helped calm my nerves a little. I looked at him and cleared my throat a little as I didn’t want to show any of the fear I had been experiencing to the bartender. “Um… A… Sir… I was wondering… I mean, could I use your phone?” I stuttered a little. The bartender smiled at me. “The name is Mike and you are more than welcome to use my phone.” Mike then grabbed something from under the bar and when he sat it on the bar closest to me; I saw that it was a fancy old fashioned dial phone. Feeling better to see a phone instead of a shotgun or cleaver, I withdrew my Triple A card from my wallet to get the number. “Trouble with your car?” Mike asked as he went back to cleaning his glass. Not knowing for sure how he figured out that I was having car trouble, I looked at him in surprise. He just chuckled a little at my expression. “No it’s not magic. I just noticed that the card in your hand is for Triple A.” He explained to me. “Oh” was all I said before dialing the number for Triple A. As soon as I was done with my call Mike put the phone back under the counter. He then turned his attention back at me. “You look like you had a rough day.” He intuited. “You don’t know the half of it si…” “Mike” The bartender corrected me. “Sorry, Mike. You just don’t know how bad this day has been!” “Well, how about a drink while you are waiting for your tow truck to come. It just might help you feel a little better.” Mike suggested. You know, a drink didn’t sound so bad about then. Drinking was something my wife bitched about when I did, so I drank very rarely. “A beer would be nice right now.” I told Mike. “Anything special?” “Naw, anything cold from the tap will do.” I said as I sat on the bar stool nearest the door. Mike got me the beer and set it in front of me. “So you had a bad day, maybe you would like to talk about it? They always say bartenders are the best listeners.” Mike grinned as he said this. I actually found myself more than willing to pour out my feeling to Mike. So I told him about my day and what led up to it. At first I thought he might try and tell me I got what I deserved but he never did. As I finished my beer, I found myself thinking about something that I have found myself thinking about a lot lately. And in the mood of the moment, I told Mike what I was thinking. “You know, sometimes I really hate being an adult! All the responsibility and work that goes with being an adult is just plain awful. I just wish that I could once again be a kid with no responsibilities or worries!” I blurted out. “I know what you are feeling there.” Mike said thoughtfully. “May I make a special drink for you? You could say that it is the house specialty. I promise that it will make your wishes come true.” At this Mike chuckled a little. I thought about his offer for no more than a second. Of course I didn’t believe that the drink would actually make my wishes come true, but I found the offer of it weirdly tantalizing. “Sure, I’ll try it.” I smiled I watched as Mike started to mix several types of what I guess were liquors together. When he was done he set the drink in front of me, I smelled the light fragrance of a summer breeze off of a lake or body of water, come from the drink. Mike then looked at me seriously. “As I said, this is the house specialty and I call it the ‘Wishing Well’.” I then lifted the glass and once again smelled the rich fragrance emanating from the glass. “Bottoms up!” I said before taking a large gulp of the drink. “Wow, not bad!” I said, shocked at the sweet taste of the booze. This of course led me to take an even bigger drink. With more than half of the concoction drank, Mike again looked at me seriously. “So what is that wish again?” He asked me. I smiled a little goofy like as the booze was starting to make me feel a little light headed, which I was finding a little strange. Still I was feeling better than I had all day. “To be a kid again.” I said happily and took another drink and finishing the Wishing Well. “Benji, your wish has been granted.” Mike said through a smile. I was about to scoff at Mike about the idea of my wish coming true when I realized that he just called me by my kid nickname. I hadn’t been called Benji since I was around 13 or 14. “How did you know my name?” I asked as I started to get up from the stool. This turned out to be a mistake though as my head started spinning faster than it ever had in the past. “What did you do to me?” I asked as I was starting to realize that there was more than booze in that drink Mike gave me. Mike just stood there and continued smiling at me as if all was well. Realizing that I needed to get out of there, I tried to walk towards the entrance and before I took a second step, I collapsed to the floor and passed out! Chapter 2 I awoke groaning loudly, not quite sure what had happened or where I was. All I knew at that moment was the dull throbbing coming from my head. I started to get up, but the aching pressure inside my skull increased tremendously and stopped me! So instead, I tried to get my bearings by looking around me. This of course turned out to be harder than I thought it would as it was pretty dark and I couldn’t make out much… well… other than the floor around me that is. Not able to move or see, I just laid there and tried to remember what the world had happened to me! As the seconds then minutes ticked by, the fog in my brain started to dissipate. I found that I now was starting to remember what led me to this point. It was coming back to me slowly and in small pieces, some of it was even out of order. Eventually though, I remembered everything. And I mean everything! “How did I black out on 2 drinks?” I asked myself. I was positive that I only had the one beer and whatever that drink was that Mike had made me. Now, I am not what you call a drinker, but I knew that it normally took 3 drinks before I even feel light headed. So the question is, why was I so affected by just the two drinks? “Wait a minute…” I said out loud to no one in particular. “He put something in that drink he made me!” This had to be the only explanation. Mike must have roofied me! Now the question was… Why? “Maybe he did it to rob me.” I thought to myself. This seemed like the most likely reason for drugging me. I started to reach for my wallet but I found this much harder than it should be. It felt as if someone had wrapped me in large heavy blankets! I was able to see just enough to make out that it wasn’t blankets, but clothing. It was as if while I was out, Mike had dressed me in a fat man’s clothing. This was what made it difficult to find my wallet as my hands were covered by my shirt sleeves and I couldn’t find my back pants pocket through all that clothing. This new discovery made me temporarily forget about my wallet. Again I tried to get up but instead of trying to stand, I just tried to sit up. I did this very slowly though, to minimize the pain in my head. As I sat up, I tried to move the clothing a little so that it wouldn’t hinder me. I don’t know why I didn’t notice it sooner, but it suddenly came to my attention that as I sat up that the swaddle of clothing I was in was soaked! Now believe me or not, this really didn’t surprise me. Wetting my bed after a night out drinking wasn’t new for me. In fact, this was one of those things my wife despised about me. Because I had wet myself, all the clothing I was dressed in became heavy and harder to move. I swear that all this clothing soaked up enough of my pee that it could have been enough to fill Lake Michigan! Eventually though, I was able to sit up. I also found that my eyes were starting to adjust to the darkness. I could just make out where the bar stool I had been sitting on had been, but was now missing. In fact, all the stools were missing. It was as if Mike had put them all in the backroom before turning off the lights and leaving me where I collapsed. The place was void of windows so the sunlight didn’t make it into the old bar. Still, there seemed to be some light that was finding its way into the old bar. Don’t ask me where it was coming from because I don’t know. It was just enough light to barely make out the area around me. I suddenly found myself curious about the time. Hoping that I still had my watch, as it was only a cheap one, I tried to pull the left sleeve of the large shirt up enough to see my watch. Amazingly, as soon as my arm was untangled from the shirt, my watch slipped off my wrist and fell into the pile of clothing that surrounded me. Luckily it fell on top of the clothing and my eyes were adjusted enough to the darkness that I was able to see where it fell. As I picked up my watch, I was shocked to find that it was larger than it should be! I was starting to feel like I was living in a ‘Twilight Zone’ episode! Trying to shake it off, I found the button that made the watch light up. I was flabbergasted to see that it was now past 3am in the morning. “Damn! I have been lying on this hard floor for over 8 hours!” I shouted out. I was starting to get very angry. “How could that guy just leave me on the floor like this?!” Wanting to get off that floor more than ever, I tried to once again stand up. Like I had just moments before when I was sitting up, I arranged the clothing so that it didn’t hinder me as I stood. Now standing, the wet pants and underwear that I had been dressed in, dropped straight to the floor. I now found myself in only a very large dress shirt! The one nice thing about it being so large, it covered my nudity. In fact, it came down to my ankles as if it were a dress. As I stepped out of my pants and underwear that was still at my feet, I also stepped out of my shoes socks. This boggled my mind as a question formed in my mind. “Why would Mike put me in these ridiculous clothes and socks and shoes?” I thought to myself. I mean there was no explanation, unless the guy got off on freaking out his customers. Something was starting to come forward in my mind that would explain everything, but I found it completely improbable. As I thought this though, something that Sherlock Holmes said, came to me. "When you have eliminated everything else, the impossible, however improbable, must be the truth.” Still, I wasn’t yet ready to face the facts. Instead, I decided that I needed to get out of this place pronto! I guess you could say that I was starting to feel like I had been heebe jeebed. I knew that my clothes were in my car so I decided to go get a fresh change of clothing. Since my watch would no longer fit my wrist, I tightened it my upper arm. I then searched the pants and eventually located my car keys and my wallet. And after checking the latter, I found that everything was still in it. As for everything else, I decided to just leave it where I was. I rolled up my shirt sleeves and then made my way to the exit. I expected that it would most likely be locked but I had to try! Like everything else, the door seemed larger than before! At least the lock on it was just a thumb bolt and soon I found myself outside in the moonlight. Now able to see because of the light coming from the moon, I checked out everything around me. Again I got this weird sensation that something was completely wrong! Everything outside though looked the same as it had before I went into the bar, but still, there was something terribly wrong! When I turned back towards the bar, a shiver ran down my spine! The bar that I had entered several hours ago, now appeared to be another abandoned building like the others that surrounded it. “What the fuck?” This night was getting weirder and weirder. Again I decided I needed to get the hell out of here and headed around the side of the building where I parked my car earlier. As I turned the corner, I crossed my fingers and hoped that whatever trouble it was having earlier might have somehow righted itself. As soon as I completely turned the corner though, I found how much worse this day could get! My car was still where I left it, but it had been completely stripped! It was now nothing more but an empty shell. I could also see that the thieves had even made off with my suitcases which contained my stuff! “Damn! Damn! Damn!” I shouted in frustration. “Why does all this shit have to happen to me?!” My shouting woke up some Bum that had been sleeping next to the side of the building. “What’s your problem kid?” He groaned as he got up and looked at me. I glared at the Bum, my eyes trying burn holes through his skull. “My problem is that some motherfucker stripped my car!” The Bum just looked at me quizzically. “Boy, aren’t you a little young to be driving?” He asked me seriously. I chose to ignore his ridiculous comment and find out if he might have seen the person or persons that stripped my car. “You didn’t by any chance see who stripped this car?” I asked the Bum while pointing to my Saturn’s empty shell. The Bum scratched his head and looked at me in confusion before answering my question. “I’m sorry kid, but I think it was like that when I got here.” “I am not a kid! Are you so drunk that you can’t tell that I am a 39 year old male?!” I asked feeling a little insulted. The guy just stared at me as if I had 2 heads! “Boy! I am too tired for all these games!” He then once again laid back down on the ground and appeared to immediately fall back to sleep. I stood there and stewed in my anger over all my bad luck. It didn’t help that the Bum kept referring to me like some little kid! It was at this moment when the lights finally came on inside my head and I was able to finally connect all the dots! I am not sure how in the world it happened, but somehow it had! All the pieces like a puzzle came together perfectly. The clothes, my watch, my socks and shoes, even the door. Everything was starting to make sense, even if it was completely crazy. Then, I remembered what Mike had said to me as I was drinking that mixed drink he made for me. He called the drink the ‘Wishing Well’ and he said that it would grant me my wish. “It can’t be possible?” I found myself disbelieving. “It has to be a bad dream!” I tried to tell myself, but I couldn’t make myself believe it. For the first time since I awoke on that hard floor, I took a good look at myself. Somehow, the impossible had happened. At the moment I wasn’t sure how young I actually was without being able to see my face. All I knew was, that somehow, I received the wish I had asked for. And as I fell into a trance, I realized that through some weird sort of magic that I couldn’t even begin to comprehend; I was no longer an adult but was in fact… a kid again! Chapter 3 Suddenly the quiet stillness of the night was broken by the sound of rapid fire! “Gun shots!” I thought to myself as the loud sound brought me out of my stupor. From the sounds of the shots, I figured that they must have come from something like an Uzi. The loud shots woke up the Bum again and he looked at me as if I was the one who awoke him. He didn’t get a chance to voice his anger at being re-awoken because suddenly more gunfire went off! This time it seemed even closer than the first. I watched as the Bum jumped to his feet and started to flee. It wasn’t until more gun shots rang through the night that I decided maybe he had the right idea. Not even caring that I was barefoot, I too fled the area. With nowhere else to go, I chased after the Bum. As I was running, I felt my stupid watch slip from my upper arm, where I tightened it, and down my wrist, where it then fell to the ground. I was so scared of being shot though, I didn’t think twice of stopping for it or going back and getting it. Besides, it was only a cheap $20 watch anyway. We were several blocks away from the old bar before we finally stopped running! “That was a close call boy!” The Bum panted loudly. Even though he was out of breath, I found myself barely panting. I guess that is one good thing about being young! Even though I did not like being referred to as a kid, I decided that at the moment, it was better to just drop it. Instead, I decided to ask him what all the gunshots were about back there. “Uh sir…” I started to say but the Bum interrupted me. “That’s Barney.” He introduced himself. “Okay, Barney then.” I then offered my hand in friendship, which he then shook. “So Barney, what were all those gunshots back there about?” “Gangs!” He simply answered. I knew that gangs existed but other than on T.V., I never had been this close to any. A shiver ran up my spine as I thought how close I came to being in the middle of some gang war! I knew right then and there, that the best and safest thing to do, was to get off the street. “Maybe I could hail a cab and have it take me to a nice hotel.” I thought to myself. Once there, I could crawl into bed and hope that by the time the sun rises, I would find that this all was some sort of weird dream. There was one problem though! While running in my fear of being shot, I had not only dropped my keys, but also my wallet. I was now on the streets penniless! “What am I going to do now?” It wasn’t until Barney responded that I even knew I had said this out loud. “Well, I guess I could put you up in my place for one night.” He offered. “Your place?” I asked confused. “If you have a place, why were you sleeping back there?” “Oh that… I just got tired is all.” And the way Barney said this; you would think it was normal to sleep on the ground on the side of a building. “I have a place a couple blocks from here.” Barney added. He then started off, waving me to follow him. I wasn’t really sure I wanted to go to Barney’s place, for all I knew it was another side of a building. What I really wanted was to go back and try to find my wallet. I had over a hundred dollars and my credit cards inside of it. The problem was, even if I wasn’t scared of being shot, I would still have trouble backtracking to the bar. You see… I was completely lost and had no idea where I was or the way back to the bar. So I did the only thing I could, I followed Barney to his place. As we walked, Barney told me how nice his place was and how lucky he was able to get it. A part of me wondered if Barney was one of those weird eccentrics and maybe he really did have a nice place. So, I allowed my hopes to get up. Surprise! Surprise! When we finally get to Barney’s place, I was disappointed to find out that it was nothing more than a large wooden crate box. I watched as Barney slunk down and disappeared behind what looked like an old army blanket. Sighing, I followed him. It turned out that the blanket was covering the doorway inside the crate. As I entered Barney’s humble home, I was shocked to see how cozy it was inside! The floor was actual carpet. There was a beanbag chair in one corner and an old small mattress that took up most of the box. And the thing that made it possible to see everything… a taplight. If I really were a kid, this place would have been a cool fort! It smelled a little musty and of bad BO. Then again, I probably didn’t smell like a rose either! Seeing the mattress, I suddenly realized how tired I was. Everything that led up to this point had completely exhausted me. I know I had slept several hours earlier, but for some reason, I didn’t feel rested one bit from it. Anyway, I was sure the mattress was not clean, even so, it suddenly looked very inviting. Barney somehow figured out what I was thinking. “Sorry boy! The bed is mine!” He said possessively. He then sniffed me. “Besides, from the smell of you, I wouldn’t trust you sleeping in it.” He stated very seriously. I was about to say something snotty to Barney but I decided it was better to just drop it. “Where can I sleep then?” I asked him. Barney looked around his place and seemed to be considering all his options. “You can sleep on the beanbag.” He finally stated. He then eyed me before adding, “And if you have to pee, do it outside!” Barney then stretched out on his mattress and quickly fell asleep. With no other choice, I tried to get as comfortable as I could on the beanbag chair before sending a quick prayer to GOD. I prayed that when I awoke that all of this would turn out to be a bad nightmare and that I would find myself in my own bed next to my wife. Then, I closed my eyes and I too, fell asleep! Chapter 4 I awoke stiff and cold, early the next morning and boy was it COLD! Somehow we went from around 60 degrees last night to about 30 degrees that morning. Enough of the early morning light made it inside the crate that I was able to see Barney; who was still snoring logs in his bed. At first, I thought it was that what woke me. That turned out to be wishful thinking as it turned out that it was the cold wetness I felt all over my lower region, which woke me. This wetness in the cold temperatures was freezing me to the bone. “Damn it! I wet myself again!” I grumbled loudly. At first I thought I had awoke Barney as he moved a little and mumbled something. I was relieved when a few seconds later he started snoring again. I really didn’t want to have to explain to some bum that I peed all over his beanbag chair. I decided that it was time to leave. Silently, I slipped past Barney and out into the cool morning air. If I had thought I was cold before inside the crate, I soon found it was warm compared to outside. I was much colder now. It didn’t help that it was a windy chilly morning and that I was not wearing any pants and I was wet. If I thought not having pants was bad, I found that not having shoes was unbearable. I knew that if I didn’t find some dry clothes and shoes quick, I was going to freeze. “Too bad I lost my wallet last night!” I thought to myself. As I looked around me, I had no clue where I was. I considered for a moment of trying to backtrack to my car (What was left of it.) and see if I could find my wallet, but truthfully, I wasn’t too sure I could. Besides, what was the chance of my wallet still being where I dropped it? Most likely it was slim to none. In the end, I decided to get out of the alley. I figured that once I got to the street, I might be able to figure out where I was. So, I wrapped my arms around myself trying to stay warm. After a moments decision, I chose a direction and set out. As I got closer to the street ahead of me, I noticed an occasional car pass by the alley. Seeing the cars, I picked up the pace. Now with the street a few feet from me, I started to worry about being seen. I wasn’t sure what people would do when they saw me. I wasn’t very presentable. In fact, the way I looked, I was going to get people’s attention and it wasn’t going to be good! Then add the fact that I looked like a little kid. “Damn! What am I going to do?” I worried silently to myself. “I can’t just go out there like this! But I can’t stay like this either; otherwise I am going to freeze!” I muttered to myself. I really didn’t know what to do. Why can’t real life be like TV, where everything always seems to work out for the main character? For instance on TV, if somebody needed a change of clothing, they would just snatch them from the nearest clothesline. Unfortunately, there was not a clothesline in sight. There was one good thing… well maybe it was a bad thing. Anyway, at least my feet were now so numb from the cold, that I barely noticed the discomfort from them. The only thing in the alley was junk and some dumpsters. I wasn’t about to go dumpster diving. Besides I doubted that I would find any clothes my size in them. This meant I would either have to hide out until it got dark again, which I could then try to find some clothes. Or, I would have to go and try to finds some now and hope no one would call the police on me. One way or another, I would most likely have to steal them and I wasn’t too thrilled about this. The coldness that was chilling me to the bone made the decision for me. I knew that I couldn’t wait that long. So chancing it, I left the relative safety of the alleyway. Looking up and down the almost deserted street, I tried to decide which way to go. To the right of me, it looked dead but to the left of me, I could see a busier street ahead. I figured I should be able to find something up that way. Again, hugging myself to stay warm, I made my way towards the busy intersection ahead. A few cars passed me but no one stopped or seemed to notice me. Feeling a little braver, I found myself feeling less conscious about the way I looked. When I finally made it to the corner I checked the street sign. I found out that the street I was currently on was called N. Elizabeth and the crossroad was W. Fulton. I never heard of N. Elizabeth but I had heard of W. Fulton. I knew that it was a major street and it went almost all the way downtown. I also noticed for the first time that I could see some of the Skyscrapers. Not knowing what else to do, I turned onto Fulton and headed towards downtown. I kept my eye out for anyplace that might have a change of clothing. For the most part though, the only open businesses on the street were bars, liquor stores, and cheap motels. None of which could help me out in the clothing department. Then I saw it… A few blocks ahead stood an old church. I knew that churches usually received clothing donations and I might be lucky and find something at the one ahead of me. Already feeling better at possibility of clean fitting clothes, I refused to allow myself to think it might be locked. Besides, weren’t churches supposed to be open all the time for the wandering soul that needs to be saved? As I reached the front door, I sent a quick prayer to God. I guess he wasn’t listening as the door didn’t budge. “Damn it! Now what?” I swore out loud. I decided to take a closer look at the building to see if I could find a way inside the church. Unfortunately, the other 2 doors that led into it were locked as well. Desperate and no other way, I decided to break a small basement window in the back of the church. I figured here no one could see me and what I was doing. Not wanting to be cut by the glass, I checked the dumpster for anything I could use to knock the window pane out. When I saw the old choir robe inside the dumpster, I felt like things may be looking up finally. The robe had been torn which was probably why they threw it out. It didn’t matter as it would still work for me. I tore off a section of the robe and wrapped it around my small fist. I made sure my fist was protected by the cloth. I then hit the window pane with my covered fist and was relieved to hear the tinkling sound of broken glass. I even made sure to remove all the shards of glass that hadn’t fallen to the basement floor. I was about to enter through the window but when I saw the broken glass below, I changed my mind. I un-wrapped the cloth from my fist and proceeded to wrap my foot in it. I then tore off another section of the robe and wrapped my other foot in it. Now with my feet protected and warming up, I laid the rest of the torn robe over the window sill. This was so that I could squeeze through without cutting myself on any possible remaining glass. As I slipped inside, I dropped to the floor below. Somehow, by the grace of God, I didn’t injure myself. Now inside, I wasn’t sure where to maybe find any clothes they might have. Not knowing what else to do, I started searching the church. I of course began in the basement. I ended up finding mostly old junk, but no clothes. I headed up the stairs and ended up in the Fellowship Hall. It was a large room with several doors that led off of it. The larger doors I was sure led to the Sanctuary. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t find what I wanted in there. So I started to check the other doors. The first door led into a large coat closet. Other than a few old coats and large pair of scuffed brown good shoes, there was nothing in it. The next door turned out to be locked, so I went on to the next door. As I checked each of the doors, I came across some smaller rooms which looked like bible study rooms. I found the church kitchen. I came across what obviously was the nursery. When I found the bathrooms, I decided that I could at least clean myself up. I also realized that I suddenly needed to desperately pee. I don’t know why I didn’t notice it before. I guess it must have been the suggestion the bathroom gave, when I saw it? I emptied my bladder and flushed the toilet once I was done. Checking around the bathroom, I found a hand towel and using the sink, I began to try and clean myself up a little. After I was finished, I dried myself off the best I could with that hand towel. I just wished I didn’t have to put that dirty shirt back on, but I had nothing else to wear yet. As I came out of the bathroom, I was given the scare of my life when someone cleared their throat. I guess the person thought it was pretty funny how bad they scared me. He was laughing quite animatedly. I am just glad I had just emptied my bladder as I would have definitely peed all over myself if I hadn’t. As my heart returned to its normal place in my chest, I glared at the guy who scared me. It was now that I recognized who the guy was. He was dressed in minister/priest robes, but there was no doubting that it was the bartender from last night. Other than chuckling lightly to himself, he didn’t say anything as he stood before me. As I realized that it was truly him, I found myself getting angrier by the second. “It’s Mike, right?” I snapped. “Right you are Benji.” He smiled as he said this. “How do you know my name?!” I shouted at him. I didn’t wait for him to answer though and fired my next question at him. “What the world did you do to me? I demand you turn me back into my adult self!” “I am sorry Benji, I can’t do that. You made a wish and we have to let the wish be carried out to its conclusion.” Mike said in a mysterious way that led me to believe he wasn’t telling me something. “What if I don’t want it anymore?” I was almost pleading at this point. “Besides, this wasn’t what I actually pictured. I was thinking it would be more like going back into the past to when I was originally a kid. Instead, you made me a kid in the present! Shoot, where am I supposed to go. My parents aren’t even alive anymore! I don’t have anyone!” At this point I broke down and started to cry. “I am sorry Benji that it wasn’t what you exactly expected. What it is though, is what you needed!” Mike was no longer laughing but seemed to be serene. “You wanted no responsibility and a chance at a 2nd childhood. It is now up to destiny where this might lead.” “But, I don’t know what to do.” I begged. Mike then smiled and pointed towards a door I had yet to look in. “How about some clean clothes.” I went and checked the door and found it unlocked. As the door opened, I was happy to discover boxes and boxes of clothing. Before I entered the room though, Mike stopped me. “Benji, you better move quickly. You tripped a burglar alarm and the police are on their way.” “How much time do I have?” I asked worried. “Not enough!” And as Mike said this, he vanished from sight. At this, I rushed to find me something to wear! I just hoped that I could get something and get out of there before the police arrived! Chapter 5 Wanting to not waste any time, I decided not to be too picky. When I found a pair of brown corduroy pants, a belt, and a warm pull over shirt that looked to be about my size, I quickly got dressed. Unfortunately, they didn’t have any shoes that would fit me. They were either way too big for my feet or they were too small. Not knowing what else to do, I decided I would just have to make do with the bound cloth I had wrapped my feet in earlier. I just hoped that I could find some proper shoes at some point. Anyway, I was just buckling the belt when I heard police sirens. From the sound of it, they were quickly approaching. “Damn! They are here already!” I freaked out. Not knowing what else to do, I ran to the back of the church and exited out the back door. Without thinking about it, I took off down the alley. I had hoped to get far enough away before the police made it there. The problem was, that I in my attempt to escape, ran right into an officer who had been coming around to the back of the church. I tried my best to escape but he grabbed me and wasn’t about to let go. The officer, who looked to be about 20 years old and fresh out of the academy, held me firmly in his grasp. “Son, calm down!” The young officer instructed me. “I am not your son!” I spat. “I am old enough to be your father!” “Well Dad, how about you tell me what you are doing back here!” The officer stated dryly. I didn’t find the officer’s remark very funny. I knew I looked like a kid to this cop, but that didn’t stop me from wanting the respect that I normally had as an adult. “If I let you go, will you calm down and tell me what you were doing back here?” I wanted to yell at him and tell the officer that he did not have a deal, but I knew that would not help my situation. So, with a look of disgust, I succumb to the officer’s wishes. I stopped trying to fight him and relaxed in his arms. For his part, the officer kept his word and let go of me. He still made sure I was in arm’s length in case I decided to try and flee. He looked me up and down; I guess that was when he saw my cloth-bound feet. “What happened to your shoes son?” He asked eyeing my feet curiously. Again I chose not to answer him. He scowled then his eye seemed to catch something. It turned out that what he saw was the broken basement window. “Did you do that son?” He asked me sharply and nodded towards the broken window. I bit my tongue this time at his use of ‘Son’. Instead of looking over at the window, I just stared silently at the cop. I knew what my rights were and one of them was my right to remain silent. I wasn’t about to say anything that would incriminate myself. The officer took my bout of silence as a confession. He reached out and grabbed my shoulder with a large hand. With his other hand, he grabbed his radio. “Hey Jim, I think I found our perp out back. It appears he broke a basement window.” “Okay Tom, everything out front looks good.” A voice came over the radio. “Do you need any assistance?” “No, it is just a kid. Looks like he broke a window.” Tom reported. “Are you sure he is alone?” Jim voice came back over the radio. Tom was about to respond when he noticed that the back door I had exited through was ajar. “I am not sure but I think so. The back door is ajar so he or someone had been inside. The kid ain’t talking though. I guess I am going to need you after all.” A second later a police car pulled into the Alley. Tom led me to the back door of the police car. He kept one hand holding my shoulder with a firm grip and used the other to open the door. “Alright, in you go.” And he half pushed me inside the backseat. Jim, who had driven the car around to the alley, got out and joined Tom as they entered through the open back door. They were gone inside the church for several minutes before returning to the police car. Jim got behind the wheel of the police car and Tom got in on the passenger side. It was obvious that Jim was the senior partner. He looked like he was in his mid-fifties. Before he started the police car up, Jim got on the radio and let dispatch know that they found just me, a kid at the scene. That it appeared that I had broken into the church through a basement window in back and that I exited through the rear door. He reported that they didn’t find any signs of other intruders. “10 four.” Dispatch responded. “Dispatch do you wish us to stay here until someone comes and secures the church?” Jim asked. “No, that will not be necessary. Please bring the kid in.” “Alright, will do.” Jim replied and then started the car. “Boy, they keep getting younger and younger!” Tom sighed as his partner pulled the police car out of the Alley and onto the street. “I know what you mean partner.” Jim nodded. After that, neither partner spoke again until we pulled into the parking lot of the police precinct. “If you want, I will take him in.” Tom offered as soon as they parked. “Okay, I guess I will just wait out here for you.” Jim happily accepted as he fished a book out of the glove compartment. And as Jim began to read, Tom let me out. For a brief second, I considered fleeing but I wasn’t too sure I would get too far before I was captured again. Even if I did get away, where would I go? I was in a real mess! Besides, Tom wasn’t going to let me get away. Just like he did when he directed me into the police car, Tom firmly grabbed hold of my shoulder as I got out of the car. He then led me inside the police station. As we walked inside the station, I saw a bench with a couple young guys and an older woman sitting on it. It wasn’t until we passed them that I noticed that all three of them were handcuffed to the bench. I found myself wondering what they were here for. Seeing those handcuffed prisoners made me really start to think. And as Tom led me towards the desk Sergeant I began to really worry. “For the first time in my life, I am going to have a record!” I thought to myself. You know, that was one thing that I could be proud of. Up until now, I was never in trouble with the law. Of course this doesn’t mean I never did things that could get me in trouble with the law. As a child I shoplifted a few times, that is until I got caught. The store security guard scared me so bad that it left a lasting impression on me and I never stole again. I did some other things as a kid that I wasn’t too proud of but for the most part I was a good kid and I became a law abiding adult. “…so where do you want to put him?” Tom asked. I caught the tail end of the discussion between Tom and the desk Sergeant. I had been so caught up in my thoughts I hadn’t even realized that the two had been talking until now. “The drunk tank isn’t empty, so we can’t put him there.” The desk Sergeant informed Tom. “I tell you what, put him into interrogation room 3 and I will let the Lieutenant know he is in there.” He suggested. Tom found this acceptable and after thanking the Sergeant, he directed me further into the police station. When we stopped at a door that I figured was interrogation room 3, he opened it and led me inside. The room was empty except for a table with a chair at each end. Now I had thought he was just going to lock me inside but when he led me over to one of the chairs, I found out different. Tom instructed me to sit in the chair and when I did, he grabbed a cuff that was lying on the floor and attached it to my leg. The other end of the cuff was attached to a ring anchored into the floor. “Stay there!” Tom instructed me and his tone said very clearly, don’t mess with me. I found this ridiculous, I mean where in the world was I going to be able to go with my leg cuffed to the floor like it was? Maybe the cop thought I was some great escape artist! “The Lieutenant should be in here shortly.” Tom said, interrupting my thoughts. He then walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. It wasn’t until I heard the door lock that I realized how badly I needed to Pee! Chapter 6 “What is it about not noticing you have to pee until you are locked into a room by yourself?” I said out loud to the empty room. Thinking about this reminded me of something from when I was a kid. I remembered many times being sent down to our basement to get something and no sooner then I got down there, I would suddenly need to pee. This made it difficult to keep my mind on what I was down there for. A few times I even ended up peeing my pants before locating what I was sent down there to find. This of course aggravated my mother! She would yell at me and demand to know why I just didn’t come back up and pee in the toilet. For some reason I never knew the answer to this question. But because of this, my mom started to remind me to pee, before sending me downstairs to the basement. If you hadn’t figured it out by now, as a kid, I had a very small bladder. This was the reason why I wet the bed every night according to my Pediatrician back then. He told me that I needed to stretch my bladder and make it stronger. In order to accomplish this, I was told to hold my bladder for a period of time anytime I felt the need to go. This was of course supposed to stretch my bladder out. Instead, for me it just led to more pants wetting accidents. By the time I was 10 years old, Mom gave up on the bladder stretching exercises and just had me go pee right away. She figured it was better than me constantly wetting my pants. This of course kept my bladder small for several more years and even though my pants wetting accidents dwindled, I still occasionally wasn’t able to hold it long enough at times to make it to the toilet. “Boy! All this thought on my bladder problems as a kid isn’t helping with my need to pee!” I said through pursed lips as I tried to mentally close shut my bladder. Unfortunately, I don’t think it was really working all that well. “Why did he have to give me my old bladder problem as well as make me a kid again?!” I grumbled loudly as I felt my bladder muscles strain at the building pressure. I was told that the Lieutenant would be in shortly, so I was doing my best to hold it. But as the pressure and need to release increased, I found it harder and harder to do so. After about 10 minutes of sitting in that room, I started to worry that the Lieutenant would not be in right away like I was told. Feeling my bladder muscles weakening, I reached down and grabbed ahold of myself in hopes of clamping off the impending flow! I knew from past experience that it was only a matter of time before I wet myself. Since I was not able to go over and pound on the door due to the ankle cuff, I tired yelling as loud as I could. “PLEASE SOMEONE! I NEED TO USE THE BATHROOM!” I then listened to see if anyone was coming to let me out but after several seconds went by and no one came, I decided they must have not heard me. So I tried yelling again, this time louder. “PLEASE! I REALLY REALLY NEED TO PEE!” I cried again to no avail. At this, I realized that either no one could hear me outside this room or they just didn’t care. It was bad enough that I still occasionally wet the bed but I was about to embarrass myself even more! I hadn’t wet my pants since I was 15 and that last time had been the most embarrassing accident yet! I had been in math class and no matter how many times I begged to be allowed to use the bathroom; Mrs. Stacey refused to let me go. She informed me that was what the breaks between classes were meant for. Now if it hadn’t been for the fact that my need came only 15 minutes into class, she may have let me go but this was not the case. Due to the fact that I occasionally found myself in this boat many times ever since I had started Junior High, most of the kids in the classroom knew what I was about to do. I could hear the giggling and snickering as I began to squirm in my seat more and more. Finally after almost 6 minutes of trying my best to hold back the floodgates, I finally lost the battle and I quickly soaked my pants. Because my seat had been one of those with the open slots in the bottom of it, it didn’t take long for the pee to make it to them and start to drip steadily to the floor. As the puddle grew under my desk, kids who were close by me jumped from their desk so that they wouldn’t end up getting caught in my pee puddle. The rest of the class broke out in complete laughter. I was so humiliated that day, that I refused to go back school for the next couple days. It wasn’t until after sitting down with my mother, the school counselor, and the vice principal; that I agreed to come back to school. It was agreed that I would be allowed to use the bathroom anytime I needed; that I just had to ask. The counselor informed my teachers of this decision and after that, life got a lot easier for me. Of course I was made fun of for my accident but this wasn’t new for me. So here I was locked in this room and cuffed to the floor and I knew that at any moment I was going to wet my pants… Well actually, I wasn’t quite sure whose pants they were. I squeezed myself even tighter as I felt a small trickle of urine enter my pants. The only thing this action did was cause me some considerable pain. Finally, after about 20 minutes in the room, I lost complete control of my bladder. As the hot urine gushed into my pants, tears of shame ran down my face. I of course quickly had a puddle of pee form on the floor underneath the seat I had been sitting in. This of course reminded me again of wetting myself during school. Even though the kids were not there to laugh at me, I still found myself picturing their laughing faces in my mind. They were laughing and pointing at me and calling me names. My face just continued to burn in shame! Not more than 10 minutes later, the Lieutenant walked into the room! Chapter 7 “My name is Lieutenant Grant.” He stated as soon as he walked into the room without even really looking at me. He in fact was flipping through a couple pages through a folder. If that folder was all about me, I was wondering how they could have filled a couple pages like that already without knowing who I was or anything about me. “Can you tell me your name son?” The officer asked and he finally looked up at me. While waiting for me to answer, he took a seat across from me. At first I didn’t say anything, I just watched as he withdrew a small pad of paper and a pen from his pocket. It wasn’t until the Lieutenant looked back at me in such a way that I can’t even describe, that I felt I had to cooperate or else! “My name is Benjamin Fuller, but I go by Ben.” I quickly informed the Lieutenant. I was grateful for one thing; he had yet to notice my very wet condition. Then again, it was mostly hidden by the table. The puddle on the other hand was large and very noticeable under my chair. For the moment though, it still seemed to be unnoticed. When I gave the Lieutenant my name, he wrote it on that pad of paper of his. He then took a moment to study me (At least that is what it looked like to me.) and I decided to do the same with him. He was roughly the same age as I was… well… That was before I was turned into a twerp by Mike! The Lieutenant was in plain clothes and wore slacks and a polo shirt. The thing that stuck out the most was that he had a gravelly voice as if he smoked a lot of cigarettes in his life. “Age?” He asked without looking up from his pad he was writing on. “39” I said without even thinking about it first. This of course got the Lieutenants attention and as he looked up from his pad he was writing on and at me, I felt the piercing stare he was giving me. I could tell this was one guy that didn’t like jokes. He cleared his throat before saying, “Son, I am not playing games here! So stop playing games with me! Now please tell me your correct age.” As frightening as he was, I wasn’t one to be pushed around either. Especially after one of the worst 24hr periods of my life! So I just returned his look and repeated with all sincerity my real age. “I said my age was 39, so take it or leave it!” The Lieutenant did not look happy one bit and just scribbled something into his notebook before continuing with his questioning. “So, how about telling me why you broke into the church?” He asked and I could hear a little aggravation in his voice. I was about to deny that I broke into the church, then I realized that my fingerprints must be all over the inside of the church. I thought about this question for a moment or two. I mean it might be better for me to be honest and just tell the truth, that I was there to get some clothes. Then again, if I told him that, I would have to explain why I needed the clothes. This would then lead to the fact that I was wondering the streets without any clothes in the first place and he would be wondering why. I mean, he didn’t believe me when I tried to tell him how old I was, there was no way he was going to believe everything that had happened to me since I met Mike. All I would do was infuriate him more and I was sure that was something that I definitely did not want to do! So, not knowing what else to say, I just shrugged my shoulders. As I expected, this irritated the Lieutenant very much. I don’t know why, but I remembered when I was a kid the first time around that when I did this with my mother, she would get so upset that she would at times smack me. The look on the Lieutenant’s face looked almost the same as my mother’s before she reached out and struck me! Before the Lieutenant could say anything or for that matter hit me, he was interrupted by a knock on the door. Still looking very irritated, he got up to answer it. When he opened the door, I saw a uniformed officer standing there and he was accompanied by a Priest. I watched as the officer and the Lieutenant started to speak in whispers. I tried to listen in but was not able to really make out anything. The Lieutenant sighed suddenly and looked a little upset but he waved the Priest into the room. The other officer then left, closing the door behind him. Since there was only one other chair in the room, the Lieutenant offered it to the Priest who graciously took the offered chair. “This is Father Caleb.” Lieutenant Grant said as he introduced me to the Priest. He is the Priest of ‘Holy Trinity’, the church you found the need to break into and vandalize and God knows what else!” And the way he said this, it was very obvious that he thought I was the worst of the worst, when it came to criminals. “Now… Now… Lieutenant. Can’t you see that you are scaring the boy?” Father Caleb said kindly. He then gave me a warm smile. “You look like a good boy.” At this, I frowned. I wasn’t sure what to think of this Priest and if he was playing a game with me. Father Caleb though seemed to be determined to get on my good side. Again he smiled at me. “Don’t worry, I can tell when I see a good boy. You must have really been in dire need if you had to break into the Church.” I wasn’t sure but I think Father Caleb’s niceness was working on me. “Yes Sir.” I said, finally finding my voice. Then I quickly added, “I will pay for the broken window.” The Priest just nodded his head in agreement. “What is your name son?” He asked kindly. “Benjamin Fuller.” I said, giving my full name again without thinking. “Do you mind if I call you Ben?” He asked and I nodded my head letting him know that I didn’t mind. “So how old are you Ben?” Being called a liar not more than 10 or 15 minutes ago on the very same question, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to answer it this time truthfully. Up to now, Father Caleb thinks I am a good boy and seems to believe what I am telling him. The last thing I wanted to do was to jeopardize all of that because of the impossible implausibility of me actually being 39 years old. “Sir, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” I finally said as I really didn’t want to lie or just not say anything. “How about giving me the chance to believe you or not?” “Okay, but just know that I warned you and that I am not kidding about this or trying to play a game with you.” I explained before revealing my age to him. “Yesterday I was a 39 year old man and very early this morning I woke up and found myself the young boy you see now before you.” I was sure that Father Caleb was going to have the same reaction to my response as the Lieutenant had. Instead, I was surprised when he just nodded his head as it was something that happened every day. Even the Lieutenant Grant seemed surprised that the Priest just seemed to accept this. Instead of questioning me anymore about that, Father Caleb went on with his questioning. “Now as I was saying earlier, I can see that you are a good boy and that you must have been in desperate need if you had to break into the church. Could you tell me what your need was and if we can still help you?” Father Caleb asked with sincerity. “Well… I… Um…” I tried to explain why I broke in but again, I found it hard to do. This time it was more due to embarrassment then to disbelief. “Go on Son.” “Well… I… uh…” I then lowered my voice and in an almost whisper, I finally told him why I broke in. “When I woke up as a kid, my adult clothes no longer fit me and I really needed some clothes that would fit me. I was hopeful that maybe I would find something in the Church that I could wear and I found these clothes.” I then pointed at myself. This of course made both the Lieutenant and Father Caleb look at me and I worried for a moment that they might have noticed that I peed my pants. Of course I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide that fact forever. Once again thinking about my wet condition reminded me of when I was a kid and wet my pants. In the beginning my parents were very understanding about my wetting problems. But then as I got older and the problem continued, they started to not be so understanding. It didn’t help when the doctors couldn’t find any real physical reason for causing my problem. Eventually it was believed that I was doing it on purpose for attention or because I was lazy. When I got around 7 years old, my parents, who were tired of my wetting problem, took me to a specialist that a friend recommended. It was this specialist that explained to them that I had an extremely small and weak bladder for a child my age. He felt that this was my biggest obstacle and that began my bladder stretching exercises. He also recommended that I see a Child Psychiatrist and make sure there were no emotional issues that might be causing my wetting problem as well. In the end, this led to a better understanding of my problem and my parents became much more supportive and less punitive when it came to my accidents. They also went to bat for me at school if I had an accident and the school was the cause of the accident, as I already mentioned. They were great parents who at first didn’t understand the problem but once they did, they proved how good they were still. I really missed them now that they were both dead. I was the only child and other than some real distant relatives that I really didn’t know, I had no one other than my wife; who no longer wants to have anything to do with me. Father Caleb, who seemed to accept my answer to why I broke into the church, interrupted my thoughts with his next question. “Ben, tell me… Do you have any family?” I didn’t know how, but somehow it was as if he was reading my thoughts. “No, they are both dead.” I confirmed. “I am all alone.” To be honest, I was playing a little to the Father’s sympathy in order to help me get out of trouble. But I also was finding that I really liked this Man of God. “I see.” He then stood up and looked at the Lieutenant who had been scowling all through the conversation that the Priest and I were having. “Lieutenant Grant, the church will not be pressing charges against this boy.” And as he stated this, the scowl on the Lieutenant’s face became even angrier looking. “Seeing that the boy has no family or place to go, I would like to take the boy with me. The church has associations with a boy’s group home that he can stay at until we can get him a more permanent placement.” “I am sorry Father, but that is not possible.” The Lieutenant stated still scowling. “Personally I think you are making a big mistake dropping the charges. How else is the boy going to learn that he isn’t supposed to break the law?” “Lieutenant, I am a man of God and I can tell when I see a good boy. God is telling me that there is more to this than what we can see and that I need to help him. So I will say again; the Church will not be pressing any charges and I ask that you release the boy into my care.” Father Caleb interrupted. “I am sorry Father but if you can give me a chance to finish, I will explain why I can’t release him yet.” The Lieutenant stated sharply. He then went on. “The boy may be a runaway or he may be a juvenile delinquent. Either way, we cannot release him until we check him out fully.” He said this with a smug look. “Surely Lieutenant, you can check him out while he is staying at the group home. You know where you can find him if it turns out that you do find something. Personally, I don’t think you will find anything and I would hate to see the poor boy locked up somewhere several days while you do your checks.” The Lieutenant wasn’t about ready to give up just yet. “Father, you know that we have to contact Child Services in situations like these.” “Lieutenant, you know very well that our group home works closely with Child Services and that we can do all the paper work there. Look at it this way; I can save you all that paperwork that I know you hate doing.” I could see that the Father was getting his point across as the Lieutenant stood there and thought about all that paperwork. Finally, the Lieutenant relented. I could see in his eyes that he was won over by the Priest’s argument. “Alright, but just know that I am going to still check the kid out through the system.” He then looked over at me and I swear he had scowl back. “Before you leave, I will need your finger prints.” He said flatly. The Lieutenant then came over to me and was about to unlock the ankle cuffs. It was then when he noticed my wet pants. “Boy! Why didn’t you tell me you had to pee?!” He asked loudly and sounded as if he was getting angry again. I blushed deep red as the officer blurted this out. I felt like both Father Caleb and Lieutenant Grant were staring at me as if I were some sort of stupid little kid. I would later find out that Father Caleb was very concerned for me and very upset with the Lieutenant for his loud announcement made to just embarrass me. But for now I tried my best to explain as my face burned. “I tried to get someone’s attention but no one came and I couldn’t hold it any longer.” I mumbled as the Lieutenant un-cuffed me. The Lieutenant was about to say something but was stopped by Father Caleb. “Don’t you worry Ben, I am sure we can find you some clean clothes for you to change into once we get to the group home.” At this, the Lieutenant had me follow him out of the room and down the hall into another room. Now when I heard that the Lieutenant wanted my fingerprints my first thought was, I was finally going to be able to prove who I was. I also expected to be printed like I was when I was a kid. Back then, my parents took me down to the police station to get me fingerprinted so the police would have my fingerprints in case anything ever happened to me. You know, it was part of the McGruff the Crime Dog ‘Stranger Danger Program’. Anyway, back then they stuck each of your fingers one by one on an ink pad then rolled them on a sheet of paper. Boy was I surprised to find that technology has come a long way and now we no longer need that ink pad. The good thing about that is no more ink mess on your fingers that take days to wear off. Instead I was told to sit down next to the Lieutenant who sat at a computer. He then instructed me how to roll each of my fingers over the scanner that sat in front of me. It seemed to take several times for each finger before he was completely satisfied and moved on. As we were doing this, I found myself wondering how long it would take for the computer to find my fingerprints from when I was a child. As I stated before, I had never been in trouble before so I didn’t have any other fingerprints on file. Also, I wasn’t sure if my fingerprints were even in the computer database or not. Anyway, as soon as he had my prints scanned, he led me back to the lobby where Father Caleb was waiting for me. The Father then took hold of my shoulder and directed me towards the door which the Lieutenant opened for us. Before we went through though, the Father stopped briefly at the doorway and turned towards the Lieutenant. “I hope I will see you at Mass Charles.” With that we left the police station and walked out to his car. When he told me to get inside, I looked at him worriedly. I guess he had forgotten the wet condition my pants were in. To remind him, I pointed to my pants in hopes that he would understand without me having to explain any further. “Ah… That is right!” He then scrounged around in his truck and a moment later emerged with a plastic grocery bag in his hand. “Okay, put this on the seat and sit on it.” I did as I was told and sat down on the bag. As we drove away, I wondered where we were going. This day so far had not gone good for me and I was worried that it was going to continue to be bad. I found myself thinking about what Mike had said about the wish running its course. How was I supposed to know if I was working in the right direction for it to do so? Then again, maybe it didn’t matter. “Alright we’re here.” Father Caleb announced, bringing me out of my thoughts. I looked out the window as he turned off the ignition and began to get out of the car. When he saw that I wasn’t getting out he looked in at me. Come on Ben we need to get you inside and registered, so that you don’t miss lunch. “I know, but what about my pants!” I reminded him quickly. “Don’t worry Ben; I am sure Mrs. Betty can find something for you to wear.” I didn’t know who Mrs. Betty was but I was about to find out. Chapter 8 As we entered the home, I hid behind Father Caleb. I of course wasn’t shy or anything like that. It was just the fact that there were several other boys in the front room of the home as we walked in and I didn’t want them to see that I had wet my pants. The only problem with that was, I was a new face and soon I had a group of boys following me and Father Caleb. I didn’t know it then but I would learn that there were a total of 11 boys in the group home and all of them seemed to be following me. The boys looked to be between the ages of 10 to 14. In order to try and keep them from seeing the wet patch on the front of my pants, I inched up closer to Father Caleb, to the point where I was almost riding his leg. You know, being 39 years old, you would think I would have remembered that I had been sitting down when I had wet my pants and therefore they would have a big wet spot on the butt of them. For some reason though, I completely went stupid. I guess you could say I was acting like the age I looked. Anyway, I was so concerned about the front of my pants that I forgot the back them. Of course one of the older boys picked up on this right away! “Hey look guys! He wet his pants like a wittle baby!” The boy shouted in baby talk loud enough for everyone to hear. “Ooooooh! Look at the wittle baby!” He laughed loudly with his friends. I of course felt like bursting into tears, which was a strange feeling in of its own since it is one a little kid would normally have and not an adult like myself. “Damn Ben! You look like a little kid and at this moment there is nothing you can do about that! But I absolutely draw the line when it comes to acting like a little kid!” I silently scolded myself. “Peter! You know better than to make fun of somebody!” Father Caleb scolded the older boy sternly, the one that just called me a baby. “Now apologize to Ben here for what you said!” I watched the boy as he respectfully looked at Father Caleb. “Sorry Father.” The boy named Peter apologized to the Priest. He then looked over at me and even though he smiled, looked, and kind of sounded sincere; I wasn’t born yesterday! As Peter said “I am sorry for making fun of your disability.” I could hear the disdain hidden in his voice and I knew right then that Peter was not going to be one that I could count as a friend while here. It didn’t help that as soon as Father Caleb turned his back that the older boy Peter motioned with his closed fist and thumb across his neck, to show he meant to cut my neck off as soon as he had a chance. Before I could retaliate or do anything, an unseen voice rang out. “Boys! Isn’t it about lunch time?” The voice was that of a woman and it sounded like it came from somewhere up ahead. Then as if to prove she existed, the woman stepped into the hallway from an office just up ahead of us and to the right. The boys didn’t move right away and the woman gave them a severe look. “Boys! Go to the dining room now!” “Yes Mrs. Betty.” They all said in chorus. The boys then took off down the hall and out of sight. With the way she looked at the boys and the command she had over them, I felt that I too would have followed the boys if it hadn’t been for my wet pants. Not only that but I was after all pretty hungry. For now though, I chose to stick close to Father Caleb and hope that maybe he might find out that this place is full and after getting me a change of clothes taking me to a better place. I know, as an adult I should know better but one could wish, could they? “Hello Father, so you are bringing us a new boy?” Mrs. Betty asked as she waved us into the small and crowded office. “Yes Mrs. Betty. His name is Ben and he doesn’t have a family.” Mrs. Betty looked at me sweetly. “I am so sorry little one.” She said apologetically like it was all her fault I was parentless. “I am not a little kid!” I announced defiantly. Of course, it didn’t help that I looked everything like a little kid, including my peed pants! Mrs. Betty of course just took it in as me just being a kid. She sat down behind a small desk piled high with thick manila folders. I figured the manila folders represented the children that came to stay here in this group home. There was also a computer which she began typing on and I figured she was probably starting a file for me. “So Ben dear, how old are you?” She asked. “39” I replied a little aggravated. I was starting to get tired of being referred to as a kid, so my aggravation was winning over my common sense. Meaning the common sense that no one is going to believe me when I tell them that I am actually an adult. “9” Mrs. Betty stated as she typed the answer into her computer form. I am not sure what I hated more, the fact that she misunderstood me or the fact that she could actually believe that I could actually be 9 years old! “I didn’t say 9! I said 3-9!” I repeated. This made Mrs. Betty stop and look me over. “Now Ben, this is a time to be serious. Please tell me how old you really are?” I really considered telling her the truth, that I was 39 last night and that I woke up like this. But so far this hasn’t worked out so well for me, well other than Father Caleb, he seemed to be about the only one who kind of seemed to believe me. Then again he could have just been humoring me. It wasn’t like he was coming to my aid just now so I guess he didn’t really believe me after all. For now, I did not want to make matters worse for me. Mike had stated that all I had to do was let the wish run its course and everything would go back to normal. From what I could gather, if I kept fighting this situation, then it would never run its course! So, I decided to cooperate and play the game and pretend to be the kid everyone thought I was. Since I wasn’t sure exactly what age I was at the moment, I lied. “I am 12.” I said off the top of my head. She looked at me as if she didn’t believe me but after a moment she typed something into her computer. “And your family is all dead? Is that correct?” I just nodded my head as she looked at me for my answer. Again she typed on her computer. And this was how it went for the next 10 or so minutes. She would ask me questions and I would either answer her truthfully or come up with a believable lie. “Well Father, I will take it from here. Will you be joining us for lunch?” You know, before Mrs. Betty said this, I had completely forgotten that Father Caleb was there. At least over the last 10 minutes or so I had. “I wish I could but I need to supervise a window replacement.” I of course knew what he was talking about and was glad when he didn’t go into it further. “Alright Father, I suppose we will see you tomorrow?” “Of course.” He then looked at me. “Son, I am not sure what it is exactly, but I have a feeling that God has something special planned for you.” He then ruffled my hair a little. “You be good and I will see you tomorrow.” He then looked at Mrs. Betty. “I am going to see personally that he gets placed in a permanent home.” He informed her before saying goodbye and leaving. “Okay Ben, let’s go and see if we can find you some things to where while here with us. That way you can change into some clean clothes and put on some real shoes.” As Mrs. Betty said this last part she eyed my cloth bound feet which made me feel a little subconscious. “Okay Ben, just follow me. The clothing room is just down the hall to the left. I am sure we can find plenty of things for you to wear in your size.” Sure enough, there was a large room filled with boys clothing. Mrs. Betty found me 5 shirts and 2 pairs of blue jeans, 1 pair of good pants and 1 good shirt for church, and a pair of sweats. She also found 2 pairs of PJ's that fit me as well. At first I was afraid that she was going to make me wear someone else underwear and socks but it turned out that they got donations to buy new underwear and socks for us boys. And so she gave me a new package of underwear and socks. I just hope I can keep those underwear dry! The last thing she helped me pick out was a coat and a pair of shoes that fit. This now completed my new wardrobe. She put all of this into a couple of grocery bags and had me follow her upstairs to a small room with a bunk bed in it. “AJ is your bunkmate and nice boy. You guys are lucky because you get the small room. So you only have to share with each other.” I wasn’t really sure what was good about it. As she said, the room was dinky. It also had a very familiar odor that, I knew all too well. It wasn’t hard to figure out the reason why Mrs. Betty stuck me in this room and maybe she thought she was doing me a favor and maybe she was. Still, I am sure the others weren’t dumb. You couldn’t pass this room in the hallway without smelling the pee smell that emanated from this room. For now though, I chose to do my best to ignore it. “Okay Ben. I am going to put your stuff here in this drawer…” at this Mrs. Betty started opening drawers on one of the small dressers in the room and putting away my new clothes. “…and while I am doing this, you can take a shower across the hall and get cleaned up. If you look here…” at this she pointed to the bar next to my dresser that had a towel rack with a towel and a wash cloth on it. “…This is where you will keep your wash cloth and towel until laundry day. Okay, now here you go.” Mrs. Betty handed me a change of my new clothes and I grabbed my towel and wash cloth and started towards the door but was stopped before I left the room. “I am sorry Ben, Lunch will be over by the time you get done but I will go ahead and put something aside for you when you are ready to eat.” And with that, I headed for the shower and the beginning of my new existence here at this place. Chapter 9 I am not sure how long I stood there and allowed the warm water to pour over my childish body; all I could say for sure is that it felt great! My body and muscles had begun to stiffen and whether it was due to being out in the cold earlier or if it was something to do with the process of being turned into a little snot nose brat, I wasn’t sure! Whatever it was, the hot water from the shower was helping them feel better. In fact, if it hadn’t been for Mrs. Betty checking up on me, I may have stood there underneath the shower head until the hot water was completely gone. “Are you about done in there Ben?!” her voice was loud enough to be heard from the hallway and over the sound of the shower. Afraid that she might come in and see me naked, I quickly replied with a lie. “I am almost done Mrs. Betty!” I yelled out loud enough for her to hear. I then started to fervently scrub myself clean as fast as I could. I did this in order to finish cleaning myself before Mrs. Betty became curious and decided to come in and look for herself. I think I must have beaten a record as I was washed and rinsed off completely and was in the process of drying myself off by the time that Mrs. Betty came back. I can’t be sure as I didn’t have a watch, but I don’t think even 5 minutes had gone by yet. As I heard her approach I mentally kicked myself for not remembering to shut the bathroom door once I got out of the shower. I was so sure Mrs. Betty was going to just walk right in on me and when it didn’t happen, I was pretty surprised. I guess she must have heard me drying off as she stopped in the hallway. “Are you about done Ben?” Came Mrs. Betty’s voice from around the corner. I could see now that she was trying to give me my privacy. “Almost, I just need to get dressed.” And even though I could see that it appeared she was trying to give me my privacy, I still had an irrational fear that at any moment she was going to try coming into the bathroom at any second and see me naked. “Okay child, hurry up and finish. Once your dressed, meet me out in the hall.” I then heard her walk down the hall a ways as if she was checking in on something else. I then heard her talking to someone. I couldn’t make out what she was saying and I really didn’t care either. Deciding not to take any more chances, I walked over and shut the bathroom door. With my privacy once more, I finished drying off before quickly putting on my underwear and pants before Mrs. Betty had a chance to change her mind and come back. The turtle neck shirt was actually not too bad looking and almost looked new and as I pulled it on, I checked myself out in the mirror. As I stood there, I found myself also thinking about what Mrs. Betty had asked about. For the life of me I just couldn’t figure it out no matter how long I looked at myself. I just couldn’t figure out exactly how old I was. How far back in age did Mike send me? Since he didn’t send me in time as well, there isn’t the date element to use to figure out my age. So how am I supposed to figure out my age? Well I guess if I see him again I will have to ask him I suppose. Finally I stepped away from the mirror and opened the bathroom door and entered the hallway where Mrs. Betty was waiting for me. “Follow me Ben. This is the way to the dining room. Most meals are served there and unless otherwise told, you will report there for your meals.” Mrs. Betty explained as she showed the way downstairs to the dining room. We passed a few other rooms, where some of the boys were doing other things in. Finally we entered the dining room where I found a plate with a sandwich and chips and a small bowl of soup. Mrs. Betty smiled as she watched me sit down in front of the food set out for me and as I started to eat, she gave me one last instruction before she left for her office. “Ben, once you are done eating, please come to my office and I will explain how we do things here.” And with that said, Mrs. Betty left the room the way we entered. I ate every bite of that lunch that Mrs. Betty put out for me. And even though I could have eaten more, at least I wasn’t starving anymore. With my lunch finished, I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do with the dishes. After a moment’s thought, I figured I better take them to the kitchen. Of course I wasn’t sure exactly where the kitchen was but there were only three doors into the dining room. One was the one I came in from. There was one directly across from that one and then on the same side of the wall but on the other end of the room there was the third door. I was pretty sure that this was most likely the door to the kitchen. Sure enough, as I entered through the door I walked into a large kitchen which was in the process of being cleaned by 2 of the boys. So far the boys hadn’t noticed me or either that, they didn’t care. I decided not to risk it anyway and set my dishes down on a nearby counter and backed out of the Kitchen as quietly as I could. “Boy that was close.” I breathed as soon as I was once again in the dining room. “I guess I better go see if I can find Mrs. Betty’s office now.” I thought to myself. I was pretty sure I could find it as we had now passed it more than twice. I knew all I had to do was pretty much follow the hallway to the front and that it would lead me to where the office was. Or I should say the general area of the office. Sure enough, I had no trouble whatsoever locating the office and found Mrs. Betty behind her desk. Currently though, she was busy with a phone call. So I sat in the chair in front of the desk and patiently waited for her. I actually think she was surprised by how patient I was. I mean she was really complimenting me about it once she was done with her call. I keep forgetting that most kids are not patient or kind or understanding or any of that other mature stuff. “So Ben, what can I do for you?” She asked me with a smile on her face. “Well… I was wondering, what am I supposed to do while I am here? Besides you’re the one that told me to come here.” I reminded her. “Oh that is right. I am sorry Ben; my mind has been in a million places today. Let’s see, where to begin? Well Ben, we assign chores at the beginning of each week, which is Sunday. Since it is Thursday you don’t have to worry about chores for a few days unless you want to help out. You will have to go to School with all the other boys but since the school is out this week you won’t have to go till next week.” “Do the Nuns teach the classes?” “Nun’s… I am sorry… What do you mean Ben?” “Nun’s, I figured because that Father Caleb had something to do with this place that it was Catholic related.” As I said this and saw the look on Mrs. Betty’s face I realized that I misunderstood something. “Yes Father Caleb is very involved with our Boys Home, but we are not related with the Catholic Church. We do go to Mass and we do go to other church functions but that is the only involvements other than the donations that the church gives us. All the boys here attend public schools.” The idea of going back to school wasn’t very pleasant to me. Shoot the first time through was pretty crappy. Then again at least I wouldn’t have to deal with abusive Nuns and pedophilic priest. I know it is stereo typing but hell, with the way things have been going for the last day; it seems that the worse scenario is the most likely thing to happen to me. Somehow I just need to get through this wish and get back to the real me and then fix my life! “You know we still have to figure out what grade you are in so we can get you in the right classes.” Mrs. Betty interrupted my thoughts and the way she said this it was as if she was saying you better fess up to you age and everything else ‘OR ELSE’! “Meal times are 7am for Breakfast. When not at school, you eat lunch at Noon. Dinner is at 6pm sharp unless otherwise noted. You will be awakened before breakfast with enough time so that you can shower and get ready for the day.” At this point Mrs. Betty stopped talking and there was an awkward silence in the room for several minutes. I looked up at Mrs. Betty who seemed to be thinking about something. I don’t know why maybe it was a warning of some kind, you know, the warning that someone about to broach something that is uncomfortable to talk about. And of course for me there is one major thing besides the ‘being turned into a kid thing’ and something told me that wasn’t it, the kid thing wasn’t it that is. No, it had to be the topic of bed wetting. Finally Mrs. Betty asked the dreaded question. “Ben, I was wondering, do you still wet the bed?” For a moment I considered saying “NO! I don’t wet the bed!” But after thinking about it I figured it would be pretty pointless I was pretty sure after wetting twice while sleeping that I would most likely continue wetting and all I would be then is be a liar. I was pretty sure that when Mike turned me back to my kid self he also gave me my kid health problems as well like my bladder problem. So I decided to be honest with Mrs. Betty. “Yes Mrs. Betty, I still wet the bed every night.” I then took a very deep breath and gave her the further truth as I was sure I was still below the age where I stopped having daytime accidents. “I also as you already seen, have daytime accidents still.” I almost whispered that last part out of embarrassment. “Is it just bladder or bowel too? Don’t be afraid if it is both, as we have had boys from time to time that have had this problem as well.” As I heard Mrs. Betty say this, I couldn’t help thinking to myself “They must get a lot of freaks.” Out loud though, I just said, “No, just a bladder problem.” “Okay then. If you wet your bed, you will be responsible for taking care of your wet bed every morning. This means you will strip the wet bedding and bring it along with your pajamas to the laundry, which I will show where it is as soon as we are done talking. You will then go to the bathroom where in the cupboard you will find disinfectant and you will clean the rubber sheet. Ben, please know that this is not meant as a punishment but is just meant to give you an act of responsibility. Do you understand?” I nodded my head. As a child who grew up as a bed wetter, I understood this better than most probably did. “I understand Mrs. Betty.” “Okay let’s see is there anything that I am forgetting. Hmmmm… Well… there is study time for homework and bible. And then finally there is structured free time. Also if you have behaved, there are special events that we do for those boys who have been good. You have to of course earn points towards those events to be able to participate in them. For those who are bad and break the rules, oh that reminds me…” Mrs. Betty opened up a bottom drawer of her desk and pulled out a little booklet. “This here is a pamphlet that has all the rules in it. It also has a list of privileges you can earn as well with good behavior. It also explains how the Demerit system works around here. Bad behavior will earn boys demerits. In order to get rid of demerits, you have to work them off. Boys with demerits will not be allowed to participate in extracurricular activities. Please note that if you become too problematic that we will have no choice but to remove you from our program. You would then be sent to a state run facility that handles problematic kids. So, I would suggest following the rules and being good.” Mrs. Betty winked at me. “Now, unless you are going to tell me how old you really are, how about we go and show you the laundry.” Of course me telling her my age wasn’t going to happen to her satisfaction, so we headed back towards the dining room and went through it and through the other door I saw and all the way the back of the house to a large room that smelled of laundry soap. Inside was 3 large industrial washer and dryers. I quickly noticed 2 boys and a large black man busily working back there and it didn’t take me long to figure out that one of the boys was my tormentor from earlier. “Ben, I would like you to meet Kip. He is one of our house dads. Kip, this new boy is Ben.” “Well how do you do Benji?” Kip asked me holding his large hand out to me. This guy would have still towered over me if I had been my adult self. “I bet the kids don’t mess with you.” I said trying to joke but sounding nervous. “Oh you got me all wrong Benji. I am just a pussy cat!” Now I subconsciously missed the first time he called me Benji but I definitely heard it this time. “I am sorry but my name isn’t Benji, it is Ben.” I informed Kip. “Sorry little man, didn’t to upset you.” Kip apologized and ruffled my hair. As Kip apologized I heard Peter and the other Boy snickering to themselves and I was sure I was the one they were laughing about. Mrs. Betty and Kip also heard the boys snickering as well. “Why don’t you scallywags get back to work before I give you more demerits to work off!” Kip boomed at them and they both jumped back to work. He then turned and looked at me and winked. “See, just cuddly as a pussy cat but I also have the claws.” And he gave me another wink before he too went back to work. Mrs. Betty chuckled a little before taking me over to where I was to take my wet stuff in the mornings if I woke up wet. “Okay, here is where you will put your wet stuff in the morning.” She then pointed to a table over by the wall with some sheets on it already. “You will find your clean stuff folded on the table over there later in the day. It will be your responsibility to pick it up and put it back on your bed.” We then left the laundry of course Peter eyeballed me pretty good as we left. I really didn’t feel too safe there. I didn’t remember seeing a lock on our bedroom door and for all I knew Peter could have been my roommate, of course I doubted that due to my roommate being a bed wetter. With Peter being so much bigger than me and the fact that I was never really a fighter, I knew I was dead meat if Peter decided to come after me. I decided my only course of action was to let Mrs. Betty know of my fear. “Mrs. Betty, I was wondering if we can talk in private for a few minutes.” I asked her as we walked back towards the front of the house. “Okay, then after that I am going to introduce you to your new roommate so that you can get to know each other.” We then walked quietly back to her office where she shut and locked her door. She then took her seat behind her desk and waited for me to sit before asking me what it was that I needed to talk to her about. “I don’t want to be a snitch or anything but I am really afraid that Peter might try and beat me up. He has given me every indication that he wants to beat me up or at least hurt me in some way. He has already made fun of me and the way he stared at me in the laundry I am sure he has something planned against me and I am afraid of being hurt.” “I see. While we don’t tolerate any misbehavior, which includes picking on any of the other boys; we can’t do anything to Peter until he actually breaks a rule.” “But if that is the case, then I will be hurt already!” I stated in a panic rush. “I understand what you are saying but just because you think something is going to happen doesn’t make it so. I have to hope that Peter will do the right thing and follow the rules. Peter knows that he is on thin ice as is. I really don’t think he will beat you up. I will tell Kip and the rest of the house parents to keep an eye out for you. How does that sound?” “What about at night? There is no lock on our room and he could just come in.” I pleaded with her. “Kevin is on tonight. He is a good guy and I will make sure he keeps an eye out for you and your room. Now I would like to take you to meet your new roommate as I need to get back here as I have 5 more boys coming in today. Though tomorrow we are going to sit down and discuss what grade you’re in at school so we can get you enrolled next week.” It turned out that my new roommate was actually in our room studying. It looked like he had a US Geography book opened up on one of the 2 desks in the room. “AJ, this is Ben, he is a new boy that just arrived today and will be your new roommate.” And as Mrs. Betty introduced us, AJ’s eyes grew big in alarm. Of course I knew what his problem was. “Don’t worry I have the same problem.” Was the only thing I said and it did the trick. He calmed down and became relaxed. I don’t understand how he thought he was hiding it before anyways, as I smelled the pee the minute I entered the room. “Well I am going to let you guys get to know each other.” And with that Mrs. Betty left. So until Dinner time, I got to know about AJ and I found out some pretty interesting things about him. I found out that both of his parents were alive but his dad was in prison for killing someone and his mom was considered unfit. He was the youngest of 4 kids, 3 boys 1 sister. He hadn’t seen any of his siblings in a couple years and according to him, he doesn’t really care if ever does see them again. Because both of his parents are considered unfit, the state had terminated their parental rights and AJ is adoptable. The problem is that because of his age and the fact that he has a few problems mainly being a bed wetter, most people tend to not want him. So he has basically remained in the system being bumped from 1 foster home to another until he finally made it here and so he likes it here the best. He just recently turned 11 years old and started Junior High School. He had now been at this home for boys for around 7 months but he been in the foster care system since he was 8. The most mysterious of all, his bedwetting problem started after he was put into foster care. I really think there is something he isn’t telling me but oh well. I was surprised I got that much out of him. Of course I was so enrapt in his story I did exactly what I didn’t want to do. I at some point peed my pants. In fact it was AJ who noticed it. “Uh… Ben… You ah… Man you peed your pants.” The last part he whispered in my ear as if he were afraid someone was listening at our door. I jumped up. “Damn!” I looked down at myself in disgust. “I got to start remembering to go to the bathroom regularly!” “It is almost dinner time and everyone will be going down to eat. So just wait until they do then use the bathroom to clean-up. Then just come down a little late. Then later you can tell Kip what happened and he will understand.” AJ explained. And this was exactly what I did. I waited until everyone went downstairs and then headed into the bathroom and quickly cleaned up and changed into another pair of jeans. I looked into the mirror to comb my hair so that I would look halfway decent and who do I see looking back at me? If you said Mike, then you were right!
  8. Untrained

    Hey everyone! Ready for a new Sophie & Pudding story? Kit 'n' Kenzie ended last week and Pudding and I wanted to try something a little different. I started writing this story at the beginning of the year, but it really didn't "feel" right. So Pudding and I reworked it. Though there are Little elements, the story is extremely diaper-focused. It also features a boy that DOESN'T become a girl, because I know a lot of people wanted to see that! There are still some gender elements though... sorry, I can't help myself. It takes place in a reimagined version of our world, where people wear diapers into their teens and young adulthood. It also has a lot of boy/boy content because that's a demographic we usually don't explore! In short, Untrained is a mishmash of all the things that are usually absent from a Sophie & Pudding story. As always, Early Access chapters will be available on our Patreon! Thank you for reading and make sure to leave comments! ~Sophie ------ Untrained 1.) "I'm Emme. Like Emma but not at all because a and e are different letters." I smiled as I rocked back and forth on the hard plastic chair, the crinkling of my diaper not at all subtle beneath the pleated skirt of the girls’ uniform - easier for changing times, really. The boy looked shy, but he was cute in a not-yet-a-man kind of way; his hair was short, but soft and pretty and his cheeks had a natural blush. "What's your name?" First day of school meant having to make new friends, after all, and though my long term boyfriend was in 11th grade, I wouldn't see him until after school. The whole idea of sexualizing the girl's uniforms was silly. I put my head against my arms on the table, careful to keep my top down over the waistband of my pants. It's hard to sexualize something so widely accepted, and lifting a skirt to check a girl's diaper was just that. Even boys wore the same dresses as girls in middle school, but not here, not in high school. Boys didn't wear diapers in high school the way girls did. All except me. But if they found that out, I'd be in the same outfit as the girls. "Call..." "That's an odd name." The tone wasn't something too condescending, it was just a pretty simple observation. "I like your pants.” Seeing a boy in pants in school hours was still something of a novelty to me and that was the easy compliment to make. "Are you nervous? I bet you're nervous. The instructors said that most of the boys would be the first few days - I bet your birthday is toward the end of summer, right? It's okay - you'll be fine." Easy for me to say - I didn't need to worry about training. "I'm fine... it's fine..." The black standard issue school pants were never meant to hide a diaper, and likewise, they didn't do it well. I had to be absolutely sure to always wear my sweater, even in the late summer heat, and even then I had to walk slowly. But what choice did I have? "Can I see your schedule?" Girls weren't usually very assertive, and once we got to high school we usually fell into our natural social place - especially with the boys coming out of their shells. For now I was doing okay, though, but I expected once Corles and I spent a few days together at school that would change. "I don't have any friends and it would be really fun if we had some classes together." "Sure, no problem." I grabbed the slip of paper out of my jacket pocket and passed it along the table. She seemed delighted about something and passed it back. I slipped it back into my jacket and shifted uncomfortably on the seat. Wet already...? I still had three classes… "We have the next two classes together. How cool is that?” I smiled happily, shifting in my seat. But the bell rang overhead and I knew classes were going to start soon. "You can hangout with me and Corles - he's my Daddy." "I never liked that word," I said with a frown, climbing up from the seat with much too much care. I took a deep breath and followed behind Emme. "I think it's messed up to call your boyfriend Daddy, you know? Just because of the whole diaper thing... it's kind of gross, actually." It tended to stop, though, once girls were out of diapers, too. But that was anywhere from 18-22. "I think it's cute. I mean, it's not like it's a permanent thing, but you think about it - we get changed here by school staff, but otherwise a boyfriend changes our diapers, takes care of us, gives us baths, it's pretty much that sort of thing." Despite the public title fading in time, the level of subservience that a girl had with a man was very prominent throughout the rest of her life. "Don't you daydream about a cute girl to lay down on a bed and stare longingly into her eyes while you untape her? Knowing she needs you?" “No,” I said with a frown, still following Emme at quite a slow pace. I meant it, too. I wasn't an unattractive boy, though probably not the kind of attractive most girls here were interested in. But the idea of changing someone out of their diapers...? I was the youngest - I'd never had to. It just seemed so weird to me. Why couldn't they do it themselves? I did it myself! "You wouldn't want to lay me down... lift my blouse a little, slide my skirt up and look into my big blue eyes, look at my blushing cheeks as I nibble the tip of my thumb...?" I smiled coyly, daydreaming a little bit at the description that Corles had once given - most boys were enamored with the idea! That Call wasn't was a little bit peculiar. "Come on. Come with me." I took his hand in both of mine the way a child would with an adult and began to lead him down the hall to one of the changing halls. Shit, seriously? Come on! "I... hey, we have class. Cut it out!" But she'd pulled me through and into one of the changing rooms. Boyfriends changing their girlfriends at school was forbidden - it was a strictly parental or staff thing - but girls needed a place to be changed or change themselves regardless. What was worse, these places were usually checked in on pretty often... "We're going to get caught!" "We'll be fine." I was gleeful and bubbly - a lot of girls my age got this way when changing was on the table - and I pulled the flimsy curtain around one of the changing alcoves. It wasn't a lot of privacy, but we scarcely needed it. "Lift me onto the changing table." "Emme! Not only are we going to get caught and suspended,” on the first day of school, no less, “but you said something about a boy, right? He wouldn't be happy with this!" But a second later, she was standing an inch away, our heights nearly even and her eyes level with mine. Her hands fell to my hands and put them in place on her hips. I could barely breathe. Corles wouldn't mind - as an 11th grader he had very little to prove, and Call would be aspiring to be just like him anyway. I put the boy’s hands on my hips and smiled at him, biting my lip and whispering. "Change me, okay? I'm just a helpless girl, and I need a big strong boy to take care of me... lift me onto the table...?" I was swaying left to right, coyly, smiling cute as a button. Alright, so maybe it wasn't so bad... and damn, Emme was cute. I lifted her up onto the changing table, which wasn't too difficult, and she laid back against the padding. I let out a little sigh and lifted up her skirt. The diaper, despite the pink hue, was definitely wet. All I could think about was how badly I wished I could change, too... A boy as freshly out of diapers as Call was wouldn't have the same level of practice as Corles did, but a lot of people had younger siblings and had some level of skill at this. "You should compliment your girl when she's on the changing table, Call, because she's going to be very self-conscious and she's going to look to you to bolster that for her." The words were very adult, but my tone was still 'little', the way I spoke when Corles changed me. "Um... sure..." But of course, I had no idea what to say. I took a deep breath and untaped the sides of the pink diaper. Colors were pretty popular, but the cloth movement never really stuck. Some girls still wore them, but they were never very popular. It always added too much waddle. Regardless, this would be the first girl I'd ever see naked. I didn't care, not really. Nudity wasn't so intimate anymore, but it was still a moment. "You're... really pretty, Emme. I mean that, too. And you smell like vanilla..." Which I guess is better than pee. He was pretty good, but he needed to do better if he wanted to catch a really nice girl. "Imagine you're on the table and I'm changing you, and you're a pretty girl and you're shy, think of some of the things you'd like me to say to you..." The cold air was a sharp contrast to the warm diaper and my legs tingled with a sort of pins and needles that wouldn't last very long. I knew how this was supposed to be done. My parents had changed me many times, and instructors in elementary school. By middle school, all the boys were changing themselves, and by high school, even most of the girls were too. And I knew how to lift her legs, but when I tried, I couldn’t get the diaper under her. I had to ask her to lift up herself. It wasn't a proud moment for me. "You're really cute, and... and outgoing, which isn't supposed to be nice, but it really is. I would never have talked to you, and you made a friend, and that's such a nice attitude." Okay, so it was a start. I smiled as he pulled the diaper up between my legs and taped it on either side, then sat up, looking down at him with a sideways and sort of wry smile. I took his hand in both of mine again so he couldn't run, then nodded to the table. "Your turn. Up on the table." Firm and a little bit playful the way Corles was with me - I'd only seen it by accident when he'd reached up with my legs, but Call was definitely wearing a diaper. “W-what are you talking about...?" I felt my stomach sink, turning toward where the door would be if it wasn't for the curtain. Lunch was over. The room would probably stay empty, but an instructor would be in soon to verify that before classes. I felt my chest pound. "We need to get to class." "You can go wet, or you can go dry. Come on, Call, I won't tell." It was weird, but I mean, no weirder than most other stuff that happened at school - diapers leaked and tapes broke and problems were problems. "I'm your friend, remember?" We were the same height and to be honest I was maybe a little stronger, and I lifted the boy under the arms and sat him on the edge of the changing table. "Lay down." I felt like someone had lifted my stomach out of my body. I thought I'd throw up, but damn did I feel tiny, even on top of the table so much higher than the girl. She put her hands on my chest and pushed me backward against the padding. "I don't know what you're talking about, cut it out!" I tried to sit up again. His movements to sit up were abruptly stopped, like a puppet with its strings cut, when I unbuttoned the boys pants and tugged them down to confirm my suspicions. A diaper. And a wet one, to boot. "Be still, beautiful, I'll get you all changed and dry." Okay, so I'd never changed a boy, not like this, and I'd only ever been changed by my parents, my boyfriend and school administrators (the latter of whom were quite detached) so this was new, but I emulated Corles for the most part as I untapped the diaper. I thought I would die. It really couldn't get any worse than this, right? Wrong. The door opened a second later and I tumbled down off the table. The diaper was already gone, the same pink kind my sister wore, and I very quickly tugged my pants back up just before the curtain was drawn. "Young lady, you know better than to have boys back here, what is the meaning of this? What is your name." I smiled confidently as I could manage and looked up at the stern woman's face - she was my boyfriends gym teacher and we'd met only once before in passing during induction this morning. "Emme Matruglio, Miss. I'm sorry Miss, it won't happen again Miss.""And you, young man?" I answered for Call, though. "I was showing him where the girls got changed, because he was curious Miss. You know how boys are." "Yes, well..." She seemed convinced, mostly, though her temper was a little sour still. The whole deal ended with an "If I ever catch either of you together in here again..." and I was ushered out of the changing rooms. I followed behind Emme was the teacher led us back to class. When we arrived, we both took a seat in the back. My anxiety was overwhelming. I could barely breathe. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... "Are you okay?" I was smiling at the adrenaline, but I was also worried because Call looked as though he might die. "Take my bag once class starts and go to the bathroom - I have a spare." We were about the same size, and I wouldn't need my spare, since the school supplied them. I imagined that Call would, though - if he was still wearing at fifteen, that meant he was an Untrained. Things could get very very unpleasant for him. --- The first seven chapters of Untrained are available now on Patreon! Please consider supporting us!
  9. luvs10.png

  10. Note this is just the introduction. I've written more but I only got to type out this today Intro: The odd thing about me is that even though I have secrets, I am still important. They always say, “Everyone has some skeletons in their closet.” And I suppose my skeleton is my my fetish. It doesn’t affect how I work, go to school, etc, it is simply a fetish that I do when I have some “private time” alone. Which is rare. For most, it is a secret that no one would even think I had. Only a few people know, and some probably don’t even remember or tend to forget. My mom knows, and she doesn’t care or judge me. My dad found out, but he doesn’t take it seriously and he’s forgotten about it since I haven’t worn recently. It’s unnoticeable to most, and that’s the best part. Two of my friends know about it, but not because I told them and I have really no idea how they found out. Supposedly my first friend found out by the other friend, though I had never told them previously anything about my fetish. The first one I told a white lie and said, “I don’t do it anymore…” But it wasn’t a complete lie because I hadn’t done it in a while. I wasn’t able to indulge and be me, an AB/DL, a diaper lover. Yes, that is what I am. I started off as a diaper lover, but ended up enjoying the baby stuff, pampers, baby clothes (I had a couple of things, but now just have a couple again, ended up replacing my baby dress for a nightie). Of course, the only person that “takes care of me” is me. And I know for those who may read this and are not AB/DL people, I have to clarify because some that don’t know what an adult baby diaper lover is, they are someone who wants to dress or act like a baby or wear diapers and baby clothes, depending on the person. AB/DL are not pedophiles, or attracted to children. Even on Ab/dl websites that is usually listed as a disclaimer so if you happen to stumble upon one of these sites, you know the difference. I’ve been told I look young, but not like a child. I’m a typical abdl, for the most part-the ones you see on TV are extreme versions of the fetish, who most likely did it to become famous. A few celebrities have explored the Ab/dl fetish (most likely the same reason that the extreme Ab/dls that appear on TV). It’s kind of sad, because it gives most of the people in the fetish a bad name. Not crazy. I identify as a Little Girl/Adult baby. I doubt there’s a “Kinsey Scale” for ABDL, and while it can include other fetishes such as spanking, s and m, etc, I do not use any of that. I have this fetish, but it’s not really sexual for me. It’s….sensual and feels right. Like I feel like I belong when I do it. Hard to explain. I’m telling a story-based mostly on some dreams and some thoughts.
  11. Peter had a perfect life, although, there was one problem. His son Dan was rebellious against everything, he refused to obey his fathers orders, refused to come home before curfew, shouted at his mom, and refused to help out with his younger siblings. Peter and his wife had had enough, and it was affecting their younger children. They had four children, Dan was 15, they had a daughter aged 10 called Aurora and 2yr old twins called Chrissy and Charlie Peter and Chloe, the mom of the family, decided that Dan had gone too far when they received a letter saying he had been kicked off the basketball team for throwing the ball at the official when he gave a decision in their opponents favour.
  12. Hitching A Ride To Chattanooga

    Hitching A Ride To Chattanooga Chapter 1, Introduction The summer of 2012 was an interesting summer. My name is Bill. I was 25 years old and there was a convention going on in Chattanooga Tennessee that I wanted to attend but was not sure how to get there as my car was not up to the task of that many miles on it. I live in Northern Ohio. It is a 9 hour drive on a good day. I found out about this convention in April of that year and right away signed up to attend and paid my fee. I found out a guy in my neighborhood was going by seeing his name on the list. I did not really know him but he lived about a block from my house. I went to his house and knocked on the door and introduced myself to him. I asked him if I could pay him ½ the gas money and hotel room if he would let me ride along with them there and back. He said his wife and daughter were coming along and before he would say yes he wanted me to meet them. I came in the house and his daughter was on the couch chatting on her phone. She was a brunette and quite good looking. I would say she was probably 18 or 19 years old. I said hi to her and she said her name was Lisa. I asked where she went to school and a little about her. She told me she was thinking about going to a cooking school soon as she really like to cook. I thought that was cool because I like to eat. Her mom then came in and sat down. She was also quite good looking and shook her hand and introduced myself to her. I then looked her in the eye and said, now I see where your daughter gets her beauty. She laughed and looked at her husband and said. He’s in! She winked at me and walked back to the kitchen. The daughter then got up and told me that was really cheesy. I laughed and said but it worked. She smiled and walked up stairs. Mike was the father's name and Mike said yes, we will plan on you riding along. I was so happy I offered to write him a check now to cover it in advance. But he said no. I shook his hand and left. I wanted to get to know Lisa better, but I had a girlfriend and so I never pursued her. Chapter 2, The Trip Down The night before the trip Mike called me to let me know they were leaving at 6 AM sharp and I had better be there or miss the bus so to speak. I said no problem and set my alarm for 4:30 AM to make sure I had time for washing my hair, getting some breakfast, and using the toilet. I went to bed and could hardly get to sleep as I was so excited. I did finally fall asleep and the alarm woke me up at 4:30 which seemed like an hour after I went to sleep but it was not. I got up, got myself cleaned up and grabbed my suitcase and headed down stairs. I set my suitcase by the front door already packed with pants, shirts, socks, underwear, and some books. I set my Ipad next to the suitcase and headed to the kitchen for breakfast. After eating I headed to the bathroom to try to get my morning BM out of the way which thankfully did happen. I was set. I had peed at the same time and headed to the neighbors house to meet with them. I arrived and Lisa was outside in some very nice fitting jeans and a blouse with her hair and makeup done. She said good morning, and told me to just throw my bag in the back with theirs. I set my suitcase in the back of the car, and asked where am I sitting? She said you get to sit in the back with me on the driver's side of the car. I said ok cool thank you. Mike came out as I was opening the door to sit down. I shook his hand and asked if he wanted some cash now. He said how about you buy the gas on the way down and I will buy it on the way back? I said sounds fair. He said we need to fill up now we have ½ a tank. I said that works for me. I sat in the car and Lisa got in the other side and laid back to try to go back to sleep. Honestly that looked like a great thing to do myself. Mike and his wife got in the car and we headed out to a Circle K station where mike asked me to go in and buy the fuel. I got out and he handed me a $10 and asked if I drink coffee? I said yes I do...he said please buy 4 extra Large coffee’s. The girls want cream I want mine black and however you want yours. I said sure.. And walked in the station. I got the 4 coffee’s and put $40 down on the gas. I came out with the coffee’s and said I would have to go back and get change when he was done. He filled up and I headed back to get my change. I came out and got in the car, opened my coffee and we all three toasted each other for a great trip and coffee. Mike put the car in gear and we headed out. Lisa was in her own little world and did not really give me much attention. She was busy texting someone who I assume was her boy friend or one of her girl friends. I looked out the window for a while sipping on my coffee and enjoying the nice morning air that was coming in the window. About an hour and a half into the trip we started slowing down. We were on a 4 lane section of highway and we were in the next to center lane. Soon we came to a stop and cars and trucks were everywhere around us bumper to bumper. No one was going anywhere. I was starting to have to pee as that coffee was really going through me, but I was too shy to say anything. Mike was not happy as this was going to ruin his plans for when we arrived in Tennessee. Mike turned on the radio and found a news station and in short time the traffic report said there was a bad accident on I-71 South just before Columbus and the police were trying to get cars past at the previous exit. Dad said shit, that exit is a mile behind us. We are screwed. Lisa said I need to pee dad. Mike said he did also, and she would just have to hold it. Lisa’s mom said she also needed to go badly. Mike said there is nothing he can do, we can’t move. I went back to looking at my I-pad trying to ignore my need to pee. I watched a few youtube video’s and played a game to pass time. My need to pee was getting bad enough I was not comfortable and wiggling my leg now. I looked over at Lisa and she had her legs crossed, and her right hand in her crotch and was rocking back and forth. I looked up at her mom and she was biting her lower lip and also holding herself. Lisa said Dad, I am about to pee my pants. Mike said honey it is ok if you do, or if you want you can put on one of the diapers we keep in the car? About that time I heard Lisa’s mom say fuck…...OH……..as she bent forward and then I saw a stream of pee run out the back of her seat between lisa’s legs onto the floor. Mike said honey are you ok? She said I am now…..but you will have to clean this seat again. I looked up and she laid back and relaxed and finished peeing in her pants. Lisa turned around and grabbed an adult diaper from a bag behind the seat and told me to look the other way. I really tried but I could not help myself as she took her jeans and panties down and sat herself on the diaper. She pulled it up between her legs and taped it on her. It was a white diaper with green stripes on it and said something like M4 on it. As she then picked up her legs and removed her shoes and finished taking off her jeans and putting them on the seat beside me. I could not believe this. Her diaper was filling fuller and fuller right in front of me. I could actually see her pee in the diaper and she was already back on her phone texting someone. I was actually getting a hard on seeing this hot chick sitting there in a diaper and peeing herself. This reminded me of how bad I had to go and I felt a strong urge and I think I leaked a little as I grabbed myself to stop the flow. Lisa happened to look at me and said Dad, I think Bill is ready to pee his pants too, can we offer him a diaper? Mike said oh I am sorry Bill, I should have offered you one first. I said it is ok…..I ……..I don’t know…...I mean…..I don’t think I can put it on me right. Lisa said if you don’t care, I will gladly help you. She reached back and grabbed two . Handed one to her father, and one to me. Mike took it and opened it up, Lisa said I won’t look if you don’t want but get your pants and underwear off. I looked at her in her wet diaper and blouse and I could not decide if my need to pee was stronger than my now very strong and sudden attraction to her. She opened the diaper up as I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down like I had seen her do. The people in the car next to us were watching this, but thankfully they could only see we were holding diapers. I held the diaper up and she said no, tapes go in the back. I turned the diaper around and tried to stuff it under me. That did not work. Lisa leaned over and took the diaper from me. She said get your bottom off the seat. So I raised myself up as she slid the diaper under me. Then she spread my legs wide, gently moved my penis to a downward position, and pulled the diaper up between my legs and taped it on me. She said now take your shoes and jeans and underwear off so we can be the same, and let it out. I looked her in the eye and said just like that, just let it out? She said yep, trust the diaper. It did not take much to let it out at all. It actually felt good not only to get the pressure off, but the warmth spread around me and soaked into the diaper. Within a couple moments I did not even feel wet anymore. Lisa sat back down and her mom turned around and said don’t you three look cute. Mike was diapered and wet also. Mike had on much looser pants that Lisa and I did, so he could pull his pants back up over his diaper. We ended up sitting there another 20 minutes before we slowly started to move. Finally on the move again Lisa and I both laid back and took a nap. Soon the car came to a stop and and I heard the car doors close which woke me up. I looked around to see mike and his wife walking away with a blanket around her. I could see we were at a rest area. Lisa was sound asleep on her side of the car and I could swear her diaper was more wet now than it was back at the crash site. I looked close and the yellow stain was all the way up to the top of her diaper now. Before it was a few inches below the top. She actually peed in her sleep. I had to go more too but was sitting here in just a diaper and shirt and did not want to get out. I thought well, if Lisa wet her diaper again, I could too. And so I relaxed and peed again in the diaper. I was amazed at how well it held it. I checked my texts and emails waiting for Mike and his wife to return. Once they returned I watched as mike got out a towel to put on the car seat for his wife to sit on and she was in different pants. Mike then opened the door on Lisa’s side and gently woke her. She yawned and looked around confused at first to see where she was. She pulled the seat belt off and got out of the car to stretch. I could not believe my eyes. She was standing beside the car in a wet diaper and blouse and stretching. Mike said you need a diaper change Lisa. She said yeah, let me finish peeing this one as she stood kind of still. I grabbed my pants and opened my door and figured if she can do it, so can I. I got out but held my pants in front of me. Mike said well, do you want to get back into underwear or would you like to join Lisa and just stay in a diaper for the rest of the trip. I said well………...Mike said Me and her mother are also in fresh dry diapers now. It would really help if we did not have to stop again until we get there. I agreed as the time was now really short. So Lisa handed me a diaper and she sat back in the car and took hers off, rolled it up and tossed it in the back of the car. She then put her clean dry one on. I said I…….um…...I need help again though! Lisa said no problem..I will help you again. Mike stood behind her open door to block some of the view, as she told me to lay on the seat with my legs toward her. She straddled my legs on the seat and removed my wet diaper. She gently cleaned me up with a baby wipe and kind of tickled my cock a little in a tease. She then told me to pick my bottom up as she slid the diaper under me. Then pulled it between my legs and taped it on me nice and tight. I sat back up on my side and she sat on her side. Mike closed her door and got in and we headed south. Mike told Lisa to grab us all some water from the cooler and she did. We all had drank and watched the scenery go by. I could not help myself, and kept looking at Lisa sitting there in her diaper so adorable. She caught me once and smiled and then pulled out a book to read. I could not believe my eyes and I watched her not even move or change position and begin to wet her diaper like it was second nature to her. I was starting to have to go, but I could not just let it out like that. I had to wait until I had to go bad to be able to pee my diaper. I was amazed and intrigued by this. I was also too shy to ask about it so I let it go and went back to my I-pad. I found myself finally after some serious discomfort being able to pee my diaper and it felt so good. Chapter 3, Arrival We finally arrived at the hotel we were staying at and Mike parked the car and went in to get our key. I grabbed my jeans and slid them on my legs and then put my shoes on. I pulled my jeans up over my diaper but I could not get them to button. I pulled the zipper up as far as it would go and waited for Mike to return. Once he returned we drove around to the back of the hotel where our room was on the second floor at the end. I got out with Mike and his wife, and helped him carry the luggage. Lisa got out and grabbed the hotel key from Mike and headed in her diaper up the steps to open the room. I could not believe my eyes. God she was hot in that diaper and blouse. We followed up the steps and into the room. There were two beds in the room and Lisa was already laying on the one she wanted. She never even attempted to put her jeans back on or get out of that diaper. Mike said I was welcome to the bathroom first if I wanted to change out of the diaper, but then also said they are very expensive and if it was not full it would be throwing money away if I changed too soon. Lisa said come lay on the bed with me for a while and let's watch some tv. I shrugged my shoulders and said I guess I can, took my shoes off and headed toward the bed. Lisa said come on….join me, take your jeans off too. I laughed and said ok. I took them off and laid on the bed beside her. Both of us on our bellies laying side by side facing the tv. Lisa’s mom commented on how cute the kids looked together like that. Mike laughed and said yeah, wish I had my camera now. I was like I am glad you don’t…...though oddly it was kind of fun. It was really weird but I was getting pretty turned on laying next to her. We watched tv for a while and talked a little bit. Mike and his wife said they were going to get some dinner for us and do some shopping so they would be back in a few hours. We said bye and they left. We found a good show on tv that we both enjoyed and started watching it. Soon I had to pee again and tried to let it out laying on the bed but I could not. I sat up on my knees and let it flow into my diaper. Once done I layed back down beside her. I had to ask…..so...Lisa, can I ask a question? She said sure, what would you like to know? I said, you……….um….. I mean…..the diapers? Your so adorable…………..and I mean….also comfortable in them. It is like it is natural for you to wear them and wet them, how is that? She looked at me and said, well….I have had a very tiny bladder all of my life. I still wear diapers to bed at night because I don’t seem to wake up to pee, and I wet like 2 to 3 times a night. So yeah, diapers are my normal underwear most of the time anyhow. And the only reason I did not wear a diaper on the way down was because dad promised to stop every hour to let me pee so you would not know I wore diapers. But once mom peed her pants, it was only moments before I did too. Mom also has a very weak bladder. It is in our genes. I said so your mom wears diapers too? She said oh yes...She blames me and my brother for causing her issues to be worse than mine sometimes. I said why was she not wearing a diaper today then? Lisa said because most strangers sadly don’t understand and we did not know if you would be understanding or not. I said oh, well…...I admit it is different. She looked at me and said, You know………. it would really mean the world to me and mom if you would sleep in a diaper tonight also? It would show you're not against it and make us feel better. I said well you need to teach me how to diaper myself then because I have a girlfriend that I love very much, and she would be pissed... no pun intended ha ha if she knew you put me in diapers. Lisa looked a little disappointed at that news, but said sure, how wet are you now? I was actually pretty wet and said so. She said I am soaked too as I peed when we were chatting a moment ago. She said fair is fair. I will show you on me how to diaper yourself. Sorry I did not get my Bikini wax yet so I am a little fuzzy there. I said I understand, no problem. She got up and grabbed two diapers out of the bag. Tossed one to me and said do what I do. She opened the diaper up and put it on the bed. So I did the same. She pulled the tapes off of her diaper and rolled it up into a ball…..Then looked at me….Well she said, get it off! I quickly ripped the tapes off of my diaper. We were both standing there naked except for our shirts facing each other. I will admit she looked really good with a nice thigh gap across her lips. She stepped forward and gently took hold of my cock and knew right how to touch me and she put her face to my ear and said are you sure you don’t want some of this before we diaper up? I was getting quite hard with her touching me and whispering in my ear. I started to put my arm around her to pull her tight to me, and then stopped myself. I pushed her away and said no….I have a girlfriend I am sorry. She looked at my hard cock and said I think little Bill thinks differently. She smiled and bent over to pick up her diaper. I turned and picked up mine now trying to calm myself down. She proceeded to show me how to put my diaper on myself and I did fairly well with it. We laid back down on the bed to watch more tv, and I said Lisa I am sorry. Believe me I am super attracted to you. She said it is ok. Just she has not had a boyfriend in a couple months and is so horney. She said she normally does not come on to guys like that but seeing me naked three times today was making her want me. I said if I was not with someone you would have been fucked a couple times already today. She smiled and said she wished. Soon her parents returned and we munched on some food they brought back and her mom diapered up for the night. Mike said Lisa and I would be sharing the bed and I had better behave with his daughter there. I laughed and said no problem. If he only knew I said to myself. Soon it was time for bed and we snuggled into bed. She snuggled up next to me as we all drifted off to sleep. Soon Mike was snoring, and his wife was out cold too. I rolled over and tried to get comfortable with the diaper between my legs. As I drifted off to sleep soon I was woke back up as the bed was shaking. I looked over at Lisa and she was laying on her back, with the back of her head buried in the pillow, One hand on her breast, and the other rubbing the hell out of her pussy under her diaper. I rolled over and she stopped, and I looked at her. She whispered to me that she was sorry, she could not take it anymore. I reached over and slid my hand down her diaper, her pussy was so wet it was amazing. I slowly ran my fingers inside of her to coat my fingers with her precum, I then ran my finger up and down on her pussy, around her clitorus and with a vibrating motion I drove her almost to cum….then I slid my hand down into her and again and with my finger I began to move in and out rubbing on the roof inside her hole. I soon found her tensing up and then pee hitting my wrist hard. Soon she was doing all she could do to not make a sound as she pumped her cum onto my fingers and into her now wet diaper. She then collapsed and sighed. I could not believe her parents did not wake up. I took my now soaked hand out of her diaper as she totally peed on me as well as cum. I said I was going to go to the bathroom to clean up. She followed me in there. She whispered thank you so much, I needed that so badly. I cleaned my hand and hugged her. I was so hard my plan was to get myself off in the bathroom after cleaning up but she would not leave. She turned me around and pulled the outer white tapes off of my diaper on the top two tapes, She peeled the front of the diaper down and grabbed hold of my cock. It was wet with pre-cum already. She lowered her mouth down onto my cock and began to take care of me as she wrapped her tongue around me and stroked up and down. At this point I had no power to stop it. I pumped her so full of cum she almost choked. She then spit it out and rinsed her mouth out with water. She gave a me quick kiss on the cheek and diapered me back up, patted my bottom and sent me off to bed. She cleaned herself up, changed her diaper again, and then snuggled with me in bed and we both slept very well. I woke up at about 4 AM and had to pee badly, but Lisa was laying on my arm and I could not move without waking her. After a few tries I was able to wet my diaper laying there and I fell back to sleep. In the morning Mike and his wife woke Lisa and I up. We were snuggled together and both of us had wet diapers on. I stretched and said good morning and got up. As soon as I stood up I felt the strong need to pee again. I relaxed and let it out in my diaper. Lisa got up and stretched too and smiled at me and winked and said I slept amazingly well last night. I said me too. And I watched her walk to the other side of the hotel room to get her stuff to change and brush her teeth etc. I found it interesting that staying in my wet diaper did not really feel bad at all. I was rather amazed by this. When Lisa was done in the bathroom she came out still in her wet diaper and only a bra. Lisa’s mom went in next. I sat up on the bed with my back against the pillows and my legs spread and watched them get ready for the day. Lisa’s dad went down stairs to get some ice and some coffee from the office. Lisa stood in front of me and took her wet diaper off, and cleaned herself up and then put a clean one on. She grabbed another diaper and walked toward me. I said um…..she said Please? Please let me change you. I sighed and agreed. I laid down and let her change my diaper and clean me up. I was now in a fresh dry diaper and so put my other pants on and took my shirt off. She giggled and said how cute I was. I knew one thing, I am glad I did not accept to stay more than one night with this family. Lisa was so adorable in her diaper, and so persistent. Chapter 4 the trip home We went to the convention and walked around and sat for the speech etc. The day went very well, and I was amazed at just how nice it was to be diapered and be able to just pee. I started to get bold and would pee standing talking to some people. I was pretty proud of myself for that. I made it a game to see how bold I could get. I learned a few things, and brought home some papers etc. We all met at the car after words and I asked Lisa about getting out of my very wet diaper soon. Lisa asked her dad where he had planned to let us change our diapers for the trip home. Mike said oh, you're going to diaper up for the trip home too? Good! I said well hell, I have been in a diaper since yesterday. I am used to it now. Bring it on. Lisa laughed and said she would change me again. We headed to the gas station and Mike and his wife went into the bathroom first and changed into diapers. Then Lisa and I went in. She changed me first and put me in a nice dry diaper. Then she changed herself and we put all the wet diapers in a bag and put them in the back of the car. We got in and Mike fueled the car up and we headed home. The ride home was pretty uneventful, and we all wet our diapers a few times. We again stopped one time to get more drinks and change our diapers and continued home. Mike dropped me off at my house instead of making me walk back home as it was 2 AM now. I thanked them and Lisa blew me a kiss as Mike drove off. I went in the house and was so tired I took my pants and shirt off, and went right to bed in the wet diaper. I did wet the diaper in bed that morning, as I was just too tired to get up when I woke up having to pee. I never did see Lisa again or even Mike and the family as life got busy and we just never ran into each other again. My girlfriend never found out about what I did though I felt so guilty about it. The one thing I did do though was talk her into trying diapers. She thought I had lost my marbles at first, but after some time I talked her into trying it. It took me some time to bring her around to accepting them as being ok and I am happy to say the last time we took a trip, she actually put one on and used it in the car on the way there with me. Maybe in another few years I can get her to wear even more than trips and the bedroom! One can only hope right?
  13. Netflicks Original TV Program

    I was watching a Netflicks Original TV Program with my roommate last night. I was sitting in a short nightie with a Tranquility ATN on and there's this guy in an obvious AB disposable diaper. It wasn't a show about AB's or kink it was just a part of the storyline to add some spice to it. The program was: Jessica Jones S1: E3 "AKA It's Called Whiskey" Hugs, Freta
  14. Dan and Sarah were young parents to 3yr old twins Lilly and Liam who they loved dearly. Sarah worked at the local bakery a few hours a week but she was home most of the time with the twins, and Dan worked a couple days a week, trying to provide for his family. He finally was able to book a family holiday to Disneyland in Florida, the first family holiday and the twins were looking forward to it. It was a few days before the trip and Dan and Sarah were trying to potty train the twins but it wasn't working very well. It all started one Saturday morning....
  15. ideas for a rp

    1st rp idea. sub role( you have been bad at school for the bast few months and your (dom) has threatend punishment for a long time. telling you how you arnt a big kid and how you seem to always need to be cared for. you complain and whine a lil but you cant seem to ever do good and fail at anything you try. (dom role) you are tired of your (sub) failing school and not cleaning up after themselves and you catch them leaving the tlite with pee on it a few times. with them acting like a lil baby you decide they eed to be retrained to be a good kid . you start out with making them wet the bed. then put laced laxitieves in their food. and plan to humiliate them and make them a baby nce again until you decide they can be potty trained) rp 2. summer daycare sub(your family decides to take everyone on a cruise. except you. everyone else worked and saved up money for their own ticket while you acted like a spoiled brat and demanded you be given one from them. but your family tired of how you act decided to instead of take you. they all saved up to send you to a special daycare that took kids of any age and would also do special request) dom role (caregiver/ you were called by a family who had a spoiled(sub) who alway acted up and wanted everything done for them . they payed to have the daycare watch them all summer but they payed you extra to treat them how they acted. they asked you to do it slowly unless hey act up and be mean to others then the should be punished and humiliated. but they asked to have them slowly loose their ability to use the bathroom and to have their belongins taken away once they do. so they could be intriduced into their new life as a baby. 3rd rp idea tricked into diapers (sub) you had your (aunt/uncle/dom) come over to visit one day and you were rude to them. somehoe tho. you get caught by your parents with thier purse/wallet in your drawer. you tell them you had no idea how it got their but they dont believe you. your (dom) ask to watch you for the summer as punishement. and since they lived in a small town in the middle of nowhere. it be a good place to keep an eye you. as your uncle insisted what else could you be up to if you were stealing from your own famly. so they send you off with your dom for the whole summer. dom(you didnt like how you(sub) treated you. so you decide to teach them a leason. you managed to frame the and they will be with you all summer. but little did(sub) know but your town had only a store,park,and a daycare and your place in a large wooded area. your plan is to make them wet the bed and slowly loos all bladder control and ability to know when the need t pee. then when they are peeing in daytime. you turn to making them soil themselves in a few"accedents" once they have had enough:accedents" you act as if you had enough. you take them to their bedroom nd make them remove all of thier big kids clothes and replace it with diapers,onsies and t-shirts. then you plan to enroll them into the daycare when you have to go to do stuff and plan to take them to the park so everyone can see how much of a baby they are. you will teach them to never be rude again. send a message if interested in any. im looking to be sub but can dom as well. can be multiple rp if wanted and rp can be changed to accomadate.
  16. Bedtime Routine

    I often wonder what the bedtime routine is for out ABs, especially while I am being readied for nighty night. The following is my typical routine: On our bed I always see the following when it is time for night time diapering that occurs around 7:00 to 8:00 pm.. Laid out is my sleepers. My wife especially likes my baby-pants footed sleepers with the locking, zipper that goes from my neck to nearly my ankle. The sleepers are laying under my thick cloth night diapers and on top of them is an adult changing mat with pink bunnies. Nearby will be fresh pink print plastic baby panties and a NUBY 10 oz. baby bottle filled with warm infant formula. I will lay down on the diapers. My wife will put the baby bottle nipple into my mouth and then pull my plastic baby panties down, unpin the diapers I am wearing and have me lift my butt, she pulls then out and puts them in one of my diaper pails. Then she pulls the changing pad out, leaving the soft fresh diapers. For bedtime she lays out a Purity 4 layer flat diapers on top of it. She then lays another one folded length wise in 4ths. Finally she places another one on the top of all making very thick diapers. She will generously sprinkle baby powder on my diaper area and rub it in. I love this part! Finally my legs are put through their holes and the plastic baby panties are pulled into place. Once I am diapered, she puts my feet into the sleepers and works them onto me. Of course being big, I help her with this. Finally she zips me up and then lock the zipper closed. Finally she attached a NUK 6 binky on a tether to my sleepers. When I have finished my bottle, I can get up and read or watch TV until bed time. About 9:30 she calls me for biddy bye. The covers are turned down and as I get in bed, I always am reminded of the plastic lil ducky print plastic mattress cover that is on our bed. My wife got it off the internet a couple of years ago. When new it was silent but now it is pretty crinkly. I lay down. My wife removes my paci and hands me my favorite teddy bear and another baby bottle of warm formula. Usually she comes to be about 10: pm and she says I am nearly always asleep cuddling with Minky my bear. She put my pacifier in my mouth and it will be there when I awaken in the morning along with 2 used baby bottles. Frequently the last one is not entirely empty. I realize that few wives or partners are willing to baby you this much but I would love it if some of you will share your bedtime routines with me. Hugs to all Pottypanties
  17. The Joy of Pooping

    This is probably more of a short take than a full story, but I could see adding more to it eventually: ********************* The first wave came over me intensely; I needed to poop. That was it--not even a moment’s pause between recognition and involuntary response. Slowly, meaningfully, a thick strand of poop began to make itself known. My colon pulsated slowly around it. Peristaltic flow took over, I felt every inch slowly, inexorably, moving purposefully downwards towards my relaxed and expectant anus. Mommy nudged me softly, cradling me against her breast and patting the seat of my diaper affectionately. Almost imperceptibly, my legs eased apart as the expanding rod of poop crested momentarily, then pushed smoothly past my sphincter with an amazing ballooning feeling. It stretched to allow the substantial and growing flow of poop to pass, opening wide to allow the massive log to slide past. The entire load expanded slowly and blissfully into the seat of my Pampers. My unplanned and profoundly surprising bowel movement pressed firmly at first, then seemed to flow naturally, burrowing into the seat of the extra thick Pampers Mommy had dressed me in earlier. She had smiled this morning when I noticed the extra thick diaper she had laid out on my changing mat (“my†suddenly triggering an odd sensation, deep recoil at the absurdity of my situation--the realization that this unfathomable arrangement was now my everyday reality). “I think you’ll be needing these today. After the accidents and leaks of the past few days, you’ll be needing some more serious protection.†She had lifted my legs, then slid the diaper directly underneath my bottom. She then began to let me in on all that had happened while I had been asleep. “Sweetie, you’ll find that the nanobots have completely severed all nerve connections to your bladder and bowels. These Pampers are designed to keep you dry and comfortable during the day, no matter what happens. They are designed to protect your delicate skin and keep you from getting diaper rash.†I luxuriated in an indescribable sensation as the Pampers were positioned underneath my bottom, the ruffled edges and leak guards slightly tickling my inner thighs. She then reached over to a bottle of Desitin, applied a thick smear of cream to her gloved hand, then began applying it liberally to my perineum, thighs and scrotum. My little pee-pee stiffened at the sudden stimulation. This felt amazing. Glove off, her finger then slowly entered me to apply a water-based lubricant (“to help you go poopies, sweetie. It will help the big, firm ones make their way into your Pampers comfortablyâ€). I blushed intensely, but her finger sliding deep into my rectum just felt too good not to enjoy. She then powdered me gently, and snugly pulled the thick Pampers around my waist, fastening the tapes tightly. I felt an initial elation, straining against the fitted diaper, feeling it encase me. Suddenly, I remembered that this was serious. “nanobots?!†We had progressed beyond mere play to something... more. Cue to now, comprehending at the speed of peristaltic flow. Slowly the mass of firm (at first) poop began to crest, pushing its way insistently into the seat of my Pampers. Cradled against Mommy’s soft bosom, it felt completely natural to mess myself. Continuing to pour slowly out of me, my poop settled into a warm, softening mass in the seat of my diaper. It was such a strange and comforting sensation, all at the same time. It was as if I had always been missing something--the last puzzle piece had fit. How could I ever have pooped any other way before this? This was simply right. I hugged close to mommy as a final strand burrowed its way out of me, encased firmly and securely by the standing leak guards lining the insides of my bulging Pampers. At that moment, I looked up at “Mommy†and knew that she had won. As if sensing her victory, she slowly brought a hand down and patted the bottom of my stinky, full diaper. With her other hand she unfastened a button, then offered me a waiting nipple. I reached out, greedily cupped the offered nipple, and with much anticipation began to suckle at Mommy’s breast. Warm, oddly sweet milk began to ease down my throat. I felt beyond words--my full diaper was patted softly as I rhythmically suckled at her breast, enjoying every drop of Mommy’s sweet milk. “Don’t worry sweetie. Mommy will change your poopy diaper in a little bit. Just enjoy yourself.†There it was again: "your" poopy diaper. I was intensely and profoundly aware of it. An unmistakable smell of soiled diaper had permeated the room. I felt the warm mess clumped between my cheeks, but it felt oddly natural. It felt amazing, to tell the truth. I felt completely at ease as I suckled in the comfortable confines of a messy diaper. Suddenly, my bladder began to empty, adding a nice flush of warmth to the front of my Pampers. “The best is yet to come, Sweetie. You see, the nanobots can now complete their work. By tomorrow morning, your little pee-pee will have shrunk to an inch at full size. The remaining nanobots will painlessly castrate you.†An unexpected turn of events. I froze. “Sweetie, things are going to be different now. I’m going to be your Mommy, but you will have to accurately play the part of baby. Testes just don’t fit in to the whole new you that we’re working with. Don’t worry, though. You should still be able to orgasm by direct prostate stimulation, or by rubbing your new baby clit against your Pampers. The nanobots have increased the sensitivity of your rectal and anal nerve-endings to the point that any bowel movement should be as pleasurable as the best orgasm you’ve ever experienced. Plus, without your scrotum to get in the way, it will be easier to clean your messy bottom.†There was no arguing with her logic, despite the unexpected turn of events. She was right: filling my Pampers had felt agonizingly wonderful. It was as if the world had stood still while the expanding rod of poop blossomed from my backside and filled me with indescribable ecstasy. I had never felt anything nearly as intense or exciting as the massive poop that I had just released into my Pampers. I honestly didn’t care too much about the loss of my manhood, so long as I could count on enjoying this again. “I’ve put you on some bulk fiber, too, so you can enjoy nice, big poopies like this one at least twice a day. Didn’t it feel good to have a big, firm poopy sliding uncontrollably into your Pampers? Mommy knows how naughty you like to be in your dirty diapers.†She was in control now. I had asked for this, wanted this, begged for this. No sense regretting my predicament after getting everything I had asked for. The knowledge that I would still be permitted to orgasm in my diapers was comforting and arousing, despite the knowledge that I was otherwise going to be a pampered eunuch. Increasingly aware of my diminished status--turned on at the thought of my helplessness--I stiffened slightly and strained against my confinement. The feel of a firm mass of poop snugly contained in the seat of my Pampers was absolutely luxurious. I began to rock back and forth, slowly feeling it stimulate and press against my bottom. Mommy noticed, and began to slowly pat the seat of my diaper while whispering into my ear. “You like making big poopies in your Pampers, don’t you?†I moaned softly, then began to suck gently on the pacifier that she had popped into my mouth after detaching me from her breast. “It’s okay to be a baby, Sweetie. I’m going to make sure you enjoy each and every one of your poopy diapers.†It was blatant conditioning, but I couldn’t help myself. She had already told me the plan months ago. I would be reduced to a helpless infant, would enjoy the process, and would actively hasten it. I had laughed initially, but here I was, growing extremely aroused as she whispered soft encouragement into my ear. “It’s natural for babies to enjoy making a poopy in their diaper. It feels good to just let go, doesn’t it sweetie. You’ve been such a good baby for Mommy. I think you’re almost ready to learn about what else is in store.†With that, she held me close as I pathetically rubbed myself against the soft, welcoming folds of my wet and poopy Pampers. The sensation built to a steaming, creamy crescendo. I suddenly exploded in an eruption of unmitigated pleasure, feeling the thick mass of poop press against me as wave after wave of blissful orgasm enveloped me. Mommy softly patted the seat of my diaper, reassuring me that it was okay--this was okay. I felt numb, and sucked on the pacifier intently as Mommy cradled me in her arms and carried me over to the changing table. The huge load of poop squished against my bottom as she lowered me onto the soft foam padding; there was no denying what I had just done. I laid still, completely limp and exhausted, overcome by the intense orgasm I had just released into my poopy diaper. “My sweetie sure likes making squishees in his poopy diapers, doesn’t he?†She knew that this was the best time to humiliate me. I would feel naughty and vulnerable after doing something so infantile and perverse in front of her. She always insisted on a long and thorough diaper change after I had masturbated in my poopy diapers. This was another one of her rewards, designed to attract me to my own infantilization. I had to admit, it felt amazing as she slowly untaped my diaper, cool air suddenly making me aware of her ministrations. She first grabbed my ankles, then used the diaper to scoop a large chunk of the heavy, stinky load away from my bottom. She then warmed some wipes with her hands and gently, patiently, began to clean every nook and cranny of my messy bottom. I was beyond feeling ashamed. I had just expelled a massive load of poop into my Pampers, masturbated, and Mommy was taking it all in stride, making me feel intensely loved as she made sure I was cleaned thoroughly. Swipe after swipe, she wiped my bottom completely clean. This was so much better than using a potty. I suddenly regretted every bowel movement I’d ever had that didn’t end this way. Her work done, she placed the dirty wipes into my full diaper, then balled it up and taped it closed. My dirty diaper was then dropped unceremoniously into the nearby diaper genie, along with all of the other soiled Pampers that I had filled in the past few days. Mommy then reached behind me, grasping a bulging plastic package. As she brought the package into my field of view, I saw “Pampers Ultra Overnight Diapers†printed in large lettering on the outside, next to an image of a content diapered infant. “I’ll bet you’re exhausted after all that effort,†she whispered into my ear as I heard the packaging split open. I watched, dumbfounded, as she extracted an almost unimaginably thick diaper from the packaging. The unmistakable sound of an unfurling diaper accompanied a firm grip on my ankles. Smoothly, she slid the thick diaper underneath me; my freshly cleaned bottom resting on its thick padding. I thought I had been thickly diapered this morning, but this was taking things to a whole new level. The (newly) familiar feel of Desitin being smeared onto my bottom was quickly accompanied by a dusting of sweet baby powder all around my diaper area. She firmly drew the overnight diaper up and onto my tummy, smoothing the wings and taping it closed as my legs were pressed apart by its wide bulk. Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, she picked me up, balanced me against her hip, and walked to the other corner of the room. As I adjusted to the sensation of a thick clean diaper enveloping me, she deposited me into a crib with a soft blanket and stuffed bear. Physically and emotionally overwhelmed by what had just happened, I snuggled against the bear while she pulled the blanket over my shoulders. My legs relaxed and spread outwards to accommodate the girth and thickness of my overnight Pampers. Exhausted, I began to drift off to sleep just as a slow trickle of pee began to seep into my diapers, soothing and enveloping me in its warmth--a promise of more to come.
  18. The Day Mom Put Us In Diapers

    The Day Mom Put Us In Diapers This happened quite a few years ago now. My sister and I had been out of diapers for quite a while by this point in our lives. I was 15, and my sister was 12. Neither of us wet the bad past about 6 years old and we both probably have about 2 day time accidents a year. I have always had an interest in diapers and pants peeing ever since I watched one of my classmates pee herself one day in class when the teacher would not let her go to the bathroom. From that point on it had been a fascination for me. But one that I could not pursue and while most of the time I was able to block it out of my mind, once in a while the interest would pop back up...or I would see a girl desperate and my full attention would go to her. Anyhow it is summertime and dad took a few days vacation from work to drive us to spend the day at Geauga Lake Amusement park in Northern Ohio. We lived in Indiana, so we were about a 4 hour drive away. This park was awesome with rides, and so many things to do, and across the lake was SeaWorld, so you could look over the lake and watch things going on over there also. The park was always so busy you would stand in line for 20 minutes at certain rides just to get on them. We got up that morning and while eating breakfast, dad said we would need to get on the road right away and there would be no stops until we got to the park. I said what about if we have to pee? As I finished my huge glass of juice and my sister did the same. Mom said yeah….I won’t make it 4 hours either. Dad said well, if we don’t leave shortly and don’t drive right through, by the time we get there you two won’t be able to ride all the rides because so many people will be there the lines will be huge. My sister jokingly said, if we were still in diapers that would work. My Dad froze a moment and said….that is not a bad idea for all of us all day today. Then we would not lose our place in lines at the rides either he said looking at mom. Mom looked at us and said, well…………...my sister chimed in….It would be ok mommy if you wanted to put me in a diaper so I could go potty. Mom then looked at me and part of me wanted to jump up and say heck yes….but part of me had to play it off, so I said, well…….if Dad will I guess I will. Dad said it is settled. He handed mom some money and said, please get good thick diapers for us and them. I could not believe it. Dad packed the car and mom took her car to the store. She shortly came back and said you two go try to pee one more time before we leave...so we did. Mom then asked me if I could diaper myself, I said well? I really did not know how to….so mom said lay down on your bed in your room. She sent my sister to her room. Soon mom came in and diapered me and my sister up. Then mom and dad went into their room and did the same. We got in the car and drove across Ohio. Sure enough a couple times on the trip both me and my sister had to go and we let it out in our diapers. It felt weird but really cool to be able to pee myself in the car and not make a mess. I was really liking this. My sister seemed to instantly revert back to her days of bed wetting and did not even make a fuss or touch her diaper or anything when she peed. It was like a natural thing for her. We arrived at the park, and mom made me get out and stand with dad as she changed my sister and put her into another diaper. Then it was my turn on the back seat. When finished mom put two more of our diapers and 2 adult diapers in her large bag and told dad to take us to the entrance. Dad did while mom stayed behind. I assume she was in the car changing her own diaper. Soon mom arrived and handed dad the bag and he headed back to the car to do the same. We almost got to the gate before dad returned with the bag and joined us in line again. We spent well into the afternoon playing and riding rides. It was almost 3 PM before we met back up with mom who quickly checked our diapers and I don’t know about my sister but I was soaked. Dad brought me into the men's room and into a stall where he changed my diaper, then sent me back out while he changed his. And mom did the same with my sister and herself. At 10 PM the park closed and we still had a 4 hour drive home. We got to our car and mom said well, we forgot to bring underwear for the kids! Dad said well they are going to fall asleep anyhow. Just change them into another diaper and then we can stop at the rest area’s for ourselves. Mom agreed and we took turns in the back seat being changed again. The ride home was boring and soon I found myself super tired and having to pee again. I let it out in my diaper and then shortly after fell asleep. Once we got home Dad carried my sister into the house and up to her bed still in her diaper. I walked in the house and mom said just go to bed and I did. When I woke up the next morning I had to pee bad and when I got out of bed I realized I was still in my diaper. So I relaxed and wet it. I came down stairs to find my sister also standing there in her wet diaper and the shirt she had on yesterday. We turned the tv on and watched some cartoons waiting for mom and dad to get up. They were not so impressed to see both of us sitting there in soaked diapers watching tv and ordered us to get those diapers off and get cleaned up and dressed for the day. Needless to say, this day I will remember the rest of my life, and has led me now that I am older to wear diapers when I want to.
  19. I’m going to Sarasota Florida to visit family. A DL friend of mine lives in Florida and he was talking about driving up to see me for a day. We were talking about splitting away from my family and hanging out. One thing I’ve always wanted to do is hang out at a beach in only a diaper. Mainly for the comfort of playing in the sand in just a diaper or swimming and the feel of my diaper swelling up under water and then to be changed in a nice dry diaper right on the beach. I wouldn’t mind if I was seen, the humiliation would be quite the rush and I could explain it off as a medical condition. However, I have no desire to ruin a family’s day, cause another bad press incident of a diaper guy in public that could reflect poorly for our community, and I definitely don’t want to get arrested for indecent exposure. So, I’d like to find a secluded beach where people rarely go if at all. I’ve also found some nudist resorts and a community near the area and hope that they may be more free-spirited in accepting a couple of diaper wearing guys. Any thoughts on this? Do any of you have experience doing this? Are any of you familiar enough with the Sarasota area you could suggest places to go? Peace, Eros
  20. 2 again (open)

    This role play is about a little girl named sarah who wishes to be 2 years old again.
  21. Dan was 12yrs old, he was an only child with a mom who gave him everything, but something was about to change in his life. Unbeknown to him, his mom was engaged to someone, and it was the dad of a boy at his school, someone whom he knew because this boy was a target of constant bullying, and it was because he was known by the main bullies in school because he still wore diapers. Dan didn't do the bullying, he just went along with it, his mom had no idea, but this was soon to change... he didn't really know the boy, he only saw his friends teasing him. But he was about to find out that things were about to change.
  22. The Proffesionals!

    This will contain graphic words and have a sexual content between a man and a woman! Rebbecca worked at an old law firm, one that had been started about 90 years ago! Old Mr. Snedly's father had started it! Passed it on to his son old Mr. Snedly, who brought his son Middle Mr. Snedly on as a partner, who brought his son Young Mr. Snedly in as a partner! Young was misleading he was almost 60. She had worked for him for about 10 years! They had hired her right out of University, and she had worked for them since! She was considered beautiful, she had to beat Old Mr. Snedly off with a stick, he might be old as dirt, but he certainly was a dirty old man! It kept her on her toes, he followed her to the lady's restroom one day, seveal years ago! That was her hiding place up until then! She was blonde, which some people thought meant stupid! They had bought into the dumb blonde jokes! She liked it when the men underestimated her she was no blonde joke, you did that and she would hand you your ass! She still went to the gym about two or three times a week where she did Zumba and did cardiovascular exercises. Plus she lifted weights! Her body was toned, as she got older, it was getting harder to stay that way! Rebbecca was also married to her husband of about 8 years Stuart or Stu as everyone called him! He was a a cop, well he was in charge of Dispatch for the local Police Department. He had cought a few bullits and it left him with some medical issues one was his lung was damaged running made him pass out, the one good lung he had left couldn't keep up with the oxygen needs of his body, so he would pass out! He still lifted lots of weights and worked out with machines! Just nothing that involved running or lots of cardiovascular exercises! Rebbecca Called Stu and told him that it looks like another late night for her tonight! Should I save you dinner Becca? That's what he called her. Better not it looks like until the wee hours of the morning! We got that lawsuit that were fighting for our client! Looks like a late night strategy meeting, they will probably bring us in food! Sorry I can't spend this beautiful Friday night with you dear, Rebbecca said! Well maybe I'll see you late, late tonight Stu said, you know I love you Mrs Phelps! Yes I am aware Mr. Phelps! See you when I get home then, maybe! It was another boring strategy meeting, Rebecca was fried, she had started work at 7 am and here it was almost midnight in about 19 minutes! Old Mr. Snedly was dozing off she didn't mind at least when he was asleep he wasn't chasing her! Since the Senior partner was falling asleep they decided that the meeting needed to end! It would be midnight in 12 minutes. She got out of there as fast as she possibly could, into her car, onto the freeway, and home, her watch read 12:07 am as se walked through the door. She started dropping clothes her jacket then her blouse her bra came next! Dammit if it didn't feel great to unleash her girls! Her tweed skirt was unziped, it was the companion to her jacket, dropped about 1/2 the way up the stairs! Her panty hose was next. As she she arrived at the door clad only in her panties she took them off so she was entirely naked as she entered her bed room! Stu was aseep she was naked, she had a thought of her and Stu getting it on, or one of Stu's favorite a lick in the whiskers! She pulled the blankets down on her side of the bed and there they were! Her two thick nighttime diapers and her plastic panties! And her pajamas! Stu was so conciderate! At 32 years old Rebbecca still wet her bed, like she had when she was 5,15 or 25, she had never stopped! She checked Stu, sure enough he had his protection on for the night! When he was shot a bullit hit the nerve that controls Stu's bladder in the day time he's not got a probem! At night he culdnt stay dry if his life depended on it, just like her! They had met when Stu was suing the city! They weren't going to dismiss him due to being left a bed wetter! But was suing claiming that there were other jobs that he could do, like dispatch lead! The job had been given to a female but since he met the criteria, and was a male they had overlooked him! He was claiming sexual harrasment! She ended up being his attorney! They won the case he was able to do the dispatch coordinator job! During the trial his medical issues were brought up including his bed wetting!
  23. We are proud to introduce the first-ever printed pull-up created and engineered for the ABDL community, the Magnifico Pull-Up! Since we launched back in 2006, we have listened to the community and witnessed the strong demand for a premium, printed, thick and comfortable pull-up with more absorbency than traditional pull-ups on the market. We believe we have accomplished this with the Magnifico Pull-Up! We have spent years sourcing the best, most satisfying materials for this pull-up. From the super soft and stretchy waist band down to the thick and textured non-woven core with impressive pull-up absorbency, this high-quality pull-up is unlike anything you have ever seen/worn before! Learn more! - http://bit.ly/2vtJmhy
  24. Multiple Diapers

    Do you ever try to see how many diapers you can put on and see how much they can hold? I think the most i've had on was 6 walgreens briefs and an ATN, and it never made it through the first three diapers
  25. naughty teen

    you have been reading diaper stories and humiliation stories about teens being put in diapers. one catches your eye about a teen wanting to be put in diapers so they come up with a plan to get put into diapers. you instantly want to try the same thing and so you set plans in place so you can try and get diapered ill be the caretaker/parent/dom roles)