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  1. 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. 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. Characters: Paul and Sharon, in their mid-thirties, who weren't able to have their own children James: 2-year-old foster son James woke up in his crib one morning and started babbling, waiting for Mommy or Daddy to come get him. They were so much nicer than his other parents, who left him in his crib most of the time and hardly ever changed his diapers. A few moments later, his Mommy appeared beside his crib. James pulled himself up and happily reached for Sharon. "Mommy!"
  4. Dan was an 20yr old college student, he had just moved into his own apartment with his girlfriend, Morgan. They had been together since they were 13, and things were getting serious. They were still young and hadn't talked about getting married as they had the rest of their lives. They wanted to focus on their college work. They decided never to keep secrets, they had a bumpy patch a few years back but things were back on track now, although Dan had one big secret, and that was he longed to wear diapers, he saw the packs of adult diapers on the shelves in the local stores and he wished he could wear them, he was a bedwetter and hadn't told Morgan this. Although he knew it was only a matter of time before she found out.
  5. Wyatt comes home from his high school classes with his final report card of the school year
  6. In 2016 I kept a plog (pee log) at omorashi.org of almost all of my 58 experiences of waking up wetting or already wet: https://omorashi.org/topic/30577-waking-up-wet-iii/. I was surprised at how varied the experiences were. Sometimes I would wake up just as I began to wet. I might clench my urinary sphincter and stop the flow, or I might manage to stay relaxed until I finished emptying my bladder. I might be diapered or I might wet the bed. I might realize immediately that I was wetting involuntarily, or I might be confused about what was happening and whether I had begun to wet deliberately. I might be wetting in a dream and continue in a dreamlike state after I began to wake up wetting. Several people at OmoOrg told me they enjoyed reading my plog, and a friend here has encouraged me to resume plogging here. Okay, I'll do it. I wear and wet a diaper and booster pad every night, partly for fun and partly because of how often I began to wet in my sleep last year. I will only report involuntary wetting, not the times I wake up dry and needing to pee and consciously decide to wet. As a prequel I want to report that after October 29, the last time I reported wetting at OmoOrg, I was dry at night for seven weeks, which astounded me. After wetting six straight nights earlier in the month, I was expecting to wet almost every night. The next time I wet was December 17. I was visiting relatives for two weeks and had only six pull-ups with me. I planned to keep my padding dry and use the toilet, which for the most part I did. Once again I was confused about whether I had wet involuntarily or deliberately. I suddenly realized I was wetting, so I eventually decided I must have begun wetting involuntarily. In the morning I continued to wet my diaper, since I was going to have to throw it away anyway. The only time I wet after that in 2016 was December 20. I went to bed very tired from a bad respiratory infection. In the morning I vaguely remembered wetting the pull-up that I was hoping to keep dry in my relative's bed. I must have been too sleepy to resist the urge to urinate and just wet my diaper. When I later woke up needing to pee, I knew my pull-up was wet, so I relaxed and wet it again. With wetting so rare, I really enjoyed my two chances to wet on that trip. Now two days into 2017, I've worn and wet a medium NorthShore Supreme taped brief and large booster pad both nights. All my wetting has been voluntary, as far as I know. I've not woken up confused about that. Let's see how long I can keep all my wetting deliberate.
  7. 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.
  8. Being a Diaper Lover (DL) that happens to be bladder Incontinent, I have an excuse to wear and enjoy diapers and plastic pants and not be embarrassed by wearing them in public. I've embraced it and started carrying my own diaper bag when I leave the house. When I am in my responsible adult mode, I carry a black and blue backpack that has Dry 24/7 diapers and plastic pants, a change of shorts along with plastic bags, baby wipes, etc. When in DL mode, I have a large Graco diaper bag tote, black with teal trim and I carry the following; 6 Dry 24/7 diapers 2 Babykin cloth diapers 3 plastic baby pants 1 baby bib 1 pair of shorts or shortall 1 T-shirt or polo 1 bottle of baby lotion 1 bottle of baby powder Plastic bags for dirty diapers A container of baby wipes That about fills up my bag, So, do you carry a diaper bag, and if you do, what do you carry in it? Also, can anyone give me ideas on how to embellish my diaper bag to scream out "Diaper Bag" when someone sees it?
  9. Just for the sake of options, i am curious to know where everyone buys their diapers from? Who is best about using discreet packaging? So far i mostly buy from bambino, and have bought secure x plus before they were available on bambino. So what are the best sites if you live in the US?
  10. So I was wondering how the community feels about Public Messing on purpose. Does it make you happy, does it make you self-conscious, does it give you a rush, does it not affect you at all, etc.? Whenever I publicly mess myself whether it be by pooping or wetting, It makes me really happy and gives me a rush because I know I can get caught anytime (makes me feel naughty) I absolutely love it. Although pooping makes me a bit self-conscious because of the smell or the occasional really small bulge from the poop, I still really love to do it. While wetting myself still gives me a little of a rush and happiness I will do it any chance I can. The only problem I worry about with wetting in public is the rare slight leakage. But if you're like me, I sometimes like to get caught in a wet diaper or poopy because for some reason I kind of enjoy some embarrassment.
  11. 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.
  12. Sharon came home from work to a feverish, bleary-eyed foster son lying on the couch. She stashed the packages in her hands beside the door and sat beside him. "How are you feeling? Any better?""A little.""You do look a little better, but you're still not feeling too great, are you?" Ryan shook his head and curled up more closely to Sharon as she felt his forehead. "Yep, you still feel like you have a fever. You'll need to stay home again tomorrow, but I'll stay with you, okay?""Sharon, no. You've already stayed home from work to take care of me for three days. I'll probably be feeling better tomorrow.""It's not just that. During our three-day-long campout on the couch while you've been sick, we missed out on some important news.""What?"Sharon took Ryan's hand in hers and brushed his hair out of his eyes. "Well, honey, you're not going to like this, but...A new law was passed making it illegal for children under the age of 18 to be potty-trained.""Wait, what?! What the hell does that even mean?! Why does that affect me? I'm already potty-trained. I turn 18 in two months, who will even know the difference?!""I'm sorry, honey. You're going to have to wear diapers for the next two months. But, at least it's only for two months! Think about other teenagers who still have a few years before they turn 18!""Ugh...Well, I can just...um, use them, or whatever, and immediately change myself. I guess it won't be terrible."Sharon smiled wryly. "It's not that simple. You're also not allowed to change your own diapers. I'll have to do that for you.""What?! No way, Sharon.""I'm sorry, honey." Sharon got up and brought the packages in that she had bought on the way home from work. Several packages of diapers, wet wipes, and rash cream."Wait, you're doing this, like, now?! We can't at least wait until tomorrow?""No, honey. Now let's get you diapered up.""Wait, let me pee really quick." Ryan had felt a growing need to go when Sharon got home, but had put it off once she came in. "No. You can't use the toilet at all until your birthday.""But I'll have to go soon, anyway, why waste a diaper?""It's the law. Now, lie down so I can change you."Defeated, Ryan lay down and put his hands over his face, humiliated as Sharon lowered his pajama pants and replaced his boxers with a thick diaper. She pulled his pants back up and patted his bottom. "See? Was that so bad?""Yes, it was. And it will be even worse when there's, like, stuff in there when you, um, change me.""Ryan, don't worry about it. I've changed more diapers than I care to count.""Yeah. On babies. And, occasionally a three-year-old, in Sammy's case."Sharon smiled. All three of her own children were grown now, and she had told Ryan once before about how difficult her middle child had been to potty-train. "It'll be all right, honey." Sharon kissed his warm forehead, got a pot of soup started for dinner, and changed into leggings and a sweatshirt before joining him on the couch. He snuggled against her shoulder, still not feeling good. "Does your head hurt?" Ryan nodded. Sharon gave him some Tylenol and held him close. A little while later, he was squirming, as he had to pee badly now. Forgetting that he had said he needed to pee earlier, Sharon just thought he was trying to get comfortable and loosened her hold on him so he could adjust himself. A while after that, Ryan was more desperate for the toilet than he remembered being in a long time. The last time he remembered having to pee so badly, he was at someone's house with his mom and was too afraid to ask her to take him to the bathroom, and he held it until he couldn't anymore and he wet his pants. "Ryan? Wha--oh," Sharon nodded in understanding when he unconsciously squeezed his legs together. "You need to go potty?""What?!""Oh! I'm sorry. This diaper talk has me in 'potty-training' mode. And it sounds a little nicer, anyway. You obviously need to use the bathroom. Just go ahead and go. I don't think you can hold it for two months.""Sharon, this is too embarrassing.""It's okay, sweetheart. You're going to have to get used to it. Just go."Ryan held on for a few more minutes, but soon experienced a loss of control he hadn't felt since he was three. No amount of squeezing his legs together and holding his crotch could keep the flood back. First, a few spurts escaped, but soon his bladder weakened completely and pee rushed in a torrent into the thirsty padding between his legs. He gasped as he felt himself lose control and completely wet himself.Sharon sensed the tension leave his body immediately. "Oh, honey, did you go pee-pee?" She asked sympathetically. Ryan nodded shamefully. Sharon felt the front of his diaper to assess the damage. "You don't feel too wet, so I'll wait until you wet at least one more time before I change you, unless you get uncomfortable. I don't think I'll have to change you after every time you wet.""Nah, I can tell it's drying up."After dinner, Ryan had a bigger problem. Wetting his diaper right beside Sharon was bad enough, but now he needed to, um, do the other kind. Sharon knew he usually went sometime between dinner and bedtime, so she knew he would need to go soon. "Um, any chance this law only applies to peeing?"Sharon smiled. "No, honey, and I'm sure you need to go by now, so just do it. It's okay, I promise." Ryan tried not to, but his stomach had other plans. Sharon left the room to give him some privacy, and after a final ominous rumble, he curled up into a ball on the couch and pushed a load into his diaper. He wanted to die as a foul odor filled the room. He released a little more pee as well, causing the front of his diaper to swell. Sharon returned a few minutes later with a clean diaper and a pack of wet wipes. "All done?" Ryan nodded. She lowered his pajama pants, carefully removed his diaper, and cleaned him up before taping a clean diaper on him. "Those are cold," Ryan whined, fidgeting as Sharon wiped him down."I know. I'm sorry. Do you want me to arrange for you to finish high school online? You can still see your friends whenever you want, but you will have to go to the nurse during the day to be changed. You can't avoid being changed by me, but I thought you'd probably want to have as few people changing you as possible. And I can work from home just as easily as I can at my office.""Yes, please. What's the point of this stupid law, anyway?""Some of the diaper companies managed to convince the legislature that having teenagers become dependent upon their parents like this would solve behavioral issues. All they were really after, though, was expanding their audience for sales." After throwing the dirty diaper away and washing her hands, Sharon came back to the couch with the thermometer and Tylenol PM. "You look tired, baby. You should go on to bed, and hopefully you'll feel better in the morning." She checked his temperature, sighing when the thermometer flashed a reading of 101. Once he'd taken the pills, she guided him upstairs to his bed and tucked him in. "Goodnight, sweetheart. Wake me up if you start feeling worse, or if you need a change, okay?""Sharon. I haven't wet the bed since I was six.""Oh. I guess you're right. Still. Wake me if you need me." Sharon brushed his bangs back and kissed his warm forehead."I will." Ryan rolled over, knowing Sharon would scratch his back until he fell asleep, like she always did when he was sick. Once he was sleeping, she put a glass of water on his nightstand, kissed his forehead again, and left the room. Ryan woke up at 5:30 the next morning, needing to pee really bad. Temporarily forgetting the new law and the diaper he was wearing, he rushed through his room to his bathroom door, frustrated that the door was locked. He suddenly became aware of his diaper, which made him remember that he wasn't allowed to use the toilet. He went back to bed and held it for a while longer before realizing there was no point. He certainly didn't want to experience the discomfort of losing control of his bladder again, so he closed his eyes as he willfully peed into his diaper before he went back to sleep. He hated to admit it, but the warm padding felt amazing against his body.Sharon came in a couple of hours later to check on him. Ryan opened his eyes when he felt her cool hand on his forehead. "Still running a fever," she murmured. "I may need to take you back to the doctor." Her hand next went instinctively to his diaper. "Oh! You've already wet.""Yeah, I woke up and had to pee a couple of hours ago, so I just went ahead and did it.""Do you want me to change you? Are you uncomfortable?""No, it was just one time. I can barely tell now."Sharon brought him some breakfast, then led him downstairs to watch TV. They snuggled up together on the couch, like they'd been doing since the first day he was sick. Sharon was the master of a sick day, that was for sure. Unlike the abusive parents he'd finally been taken from a couple of years before. By mid-morning, Ryan's bladder was making him slightly uncomfortable, and he would usually be visiting the toilet soon, but he still didn't like using his diaper. By lunchtime, his bladder was screaming for release, and Sharon had seen the desperation of a child who urgently needed the potty enough times when her own children were small to immediately recognize the problem. "Just go potty, honey," she murmured. "You're going to get a UTI if you keep trying to hold it." Ryan allowed himself to relax and pee again, and Sharon could hear the tell-tale hissing coming from his diaper. "You finished?" Ryan nodded sheepishly. Sharon felt his diaper through his pajama pants to see how wet he was. "I think I'll go ahead and change you. You're pretty wet now."Ryan nodded shyly. "Yeah, I'm starting to get uncomfortable." He squirmed, not liking the soaked padding against his skin. His diaper was too wet now to feel pleasant like it did after the first time he peed that morning. He lay down while Sharon got a diaper and the wipes. "Why the wipes?!" Ryan whined. "I'm just wet. And they're so cold.""But I need to make sure I get all of the pee-pee off of your skin, so you don't get a rash." Sharon removed his soaked diaper, wiped him down, and taped the clean one on him. "Are you sleepy?" Ryan nodded. He cuddled into her as she wrapped her arms around him. She brushed his bangs back and felt his forehead. "That fever isn't going anywhere, is it? I'm taking you back to the doctor tomorrow if you're not any better.""Mm-hmm," Ryan mumbled drowsily, falling asleep in the arms of the woman whom he had recently cometo love as his mother.More to come...
  13. Is anyone out there interested in role playing with me? I am really bored and want to talk/ rp with people. You can PM me on here or you can send me a note on deviantart.com. my user name there is thediaperedgiantess.
  14. So its been a long time since I've posted a story on here but I plan on getting into the habit of either writing short stories or long stories with chapters but I want the community to decide. I'm starting to get into a rough finical situation so I'm thinking about starting a patreon if I get enough people willing to subscribe to me. I'm thinking of making my access only a $1 a month and you get access to story updates. So please guys let me know if your willing to subscribe I am also aware that my stories have some gramma issues and some spelling issues and I do my best to fix them and prevent them. One final thing I DO NOT SUPPORT DRUG USE IN ANY FORM, THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!!! with that out of the way I present Dreamland The year is 2133…. Humanity has evolved into a harmonious mix of biology and machine, with this revolution humanity has seen a golden age like none other before it. With the addition of cybernetics humans are now able to live longer healthier lives while also improving on aspects of the human body such as strength, intelligence, and even our immune systems. But with the explosion of cybernetics an explosion of drugs followed in its wake, drugs that would easily kill non-augmented humans were now being used to push users to levels of highs that had never been achieved before. The once back alley drug dealers were now highly skilled programmers and instead of conducting business in shadows under the cover of the night. Deals were now being conducted on the internet in highly encrypted networks. I was 22 when I experienced my first digital high, it was my second year at Berkley when my dorm mate Max introduced me to luSH. luSH was the name given to the simulated high that when applied to the memory augmentation caused an influx of emotions that were once simple forgotten details to came exploding back into the mind. I remember lying on my back on my bed as smells, images, and sounds slowly invaded my mind as if I was walking down a mall of senses that assaulted me from every direction. Before I knew it the high was over and I was left in fatigue state and wanting more. From that night forward I started to experiment with recreational tech drugs as they made me feel more alive and freer then I had been before. Before that night, I was just simple Douglas Neal born in upper state California and raised by my single mother Carol. My life with my mother wasn’t the best as I never really remembered having the close motherly love that others had but she did what she could as she made sure that I was clothed, feed, and of course enhanced. I hope my mother never found out what I’ve become as it would be shame for her to see how the drugs have changed me from the once sweet boy I was. Chapter 1 “Come on Max, you’ve got to let me test the new drug you’ve been making!” I said as we both walked into the campus bookstore. Max Lake was your run of the mill technology enthusiast, you wanted to know anything about new and upcoming tech Max was the guy to know. You might ask yourself why would someone get into the tech drug business? Reason happens to be getting an education has turned into a financially back breaking investment since previous policies caused wide budget shortages to the point that education was no longer seen as an investment for society so the government sought to maintain finical stability by cutting all government support for public higher education. As such most students turned to working multiple jobs, selling art, or selling programs. Max being the skilled programmer had previously dabbled with tech drugs before and after learning how much users are willing to pay for personalized drugs begin his own lucrative business. Lucky for me Max need some test subjects for his newly created drugs and as such he paid me very handsomely to do so. “I don’t know man, I mean so far the simulations are showing that the drug is safe and the high last for quite some time but I’m still seeing glitches pop up every once and while along with some unusual ghosting in short term memory functions.” “I’ll do this one for free, hell I’ll even do you dishes or laundry for a year as I just want to try it since the last high you made was mind numbing, you know you’ve really stumbled upon something here” I said as we stood in line for the coffee shop. “Not really man, I’m just touching the surface of fragmented memories.” Max said as he ordered his usual dark roast soy milk latte. “I’ve already got a name, what do you think of Dreamland?” “Dreamland? Why Dreamland?” I ask curiously. “Well Dreamland is supposed to tap into sections of your memory that aren’t accessible while awake or better yet conscious.” “Not accessible, conscious, what do you mean by that?” I said as I order a double shot espresso with extra cream and sugar. “What I mean is that early memory isn’t well constructed and Dreamland tries to reconstruct those memories the best it can and repurpose them into a dream like environment. Think of it this way, its a time when you were young and you’re experiencing everything for the first time and since you have nothing to compare it to the experience is like no other I mean that’s what the data is telling me.” “Damn, can I please give it a try I mean I could easily give you access to my memory augmentation so that you can get better data.” I said as we take a seat at a table by the window. Outside a light rain had begun causing most of the students to run for cover while others opened their umbrellas and leisurely walked to and fro. “Honestly Douglas you’re starting to worry me about your drug usage but I’m going to cave IF you try my side project.” Max said as he took a seat cross from me whilst carefully taking a sip of his latte. “What’s the side project?” I asked curious to the possibility of something better. “It’s not a drug its more of a fixer, it runs through your augs and basically resets them to default settings. So far from test that I’ve been running I’ve found that heavy drug users are slowly returning to normal free from their addictions once I’ve run fix. “ “If it means that I can try Dreamland then I’m game.” “Alright, meet me at my apartment this Friday after 6 as this file is not going through the internet to you. I would much rather you stay at my place so that I can observe possible side effects.” “Alright, I’ll see you then.” I said as I finish my coffee and head out of the bookstore into the light rain. Friday 6:05 pm The cool autumn breeze rustled the freshly dropped leaves that crunched below me as I walked with excitement to Max’s apartment. To be honest the only thing keeping me from sprinting to his apartment was my anxiety that people would see me as completely nut case running down the street. When I arrived, I knocked lightly or should I say pounded on the front door and stood silent listening for the startup sound of the wireless scanner. To my surprise there was no sound as the door unlocked to Max standing before me. “Man, you need to chill out with the pounding on my door you make me think it’s the cops showing up.” Max said as he allowed me in before locking the door behind me. “yeah yeah whatever man, so is it ready or what?” I asked as I walked in and plop down on the couch. “Yeah its ready but you’re not going to like what you have to do.” “Why is that? Do I got turn off some of my augs or disconnect from the internet?” I said smirking knowing that I’ve been through worse when it comes to trying something new. “No nothing like that but you might want to delete this memory afterwards.” I watched as Max left the living room and went into his room for a few seconds only to return with a augmentation utility tool and something in a white package. “I’m goanna need you to strip and put this on.” Max said handing me the sealed package. “Why, what the fuck is it?” I said growing inpatient. “It’s a… it’s a diaper.”
  15. This novel is set in the universe of the Whateley Academy. It takes place after most of the current universes characters have graduated. This story is a fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity, but since it's fan fiction, who cares? Most likely it will not match the canon of the universe. I believe this is the first work that has been written with the ABDL community in mind. As I begin posting this I have about 12 chapters completed. I will post one or two a week and hopefully stay ahead of where I’m posting with new chapters. Please keep in mind this story is a work of total fiction, and resemblance to real people or places is unintentional! If you would like to know more about the canon universe visit www.whateleyacademy.net . Please note this is a complete work of fiction which does involve future diaper and ABDL content that is a complete work of fantasy. This is my first work in this genre, please be patient with any and all cliches that may or may not come about! Chapter 1: I STARED AT the road as Mom drove me to school. The town where I grew up in was a category of its own really as one of the most unique towns in the world. Just for me to come to school, we had to drive through a checkpoint with a guard shack manned by an MP! As usual though my mom was waived through like normal without stopping. The only time they really checked vehicles like a military base was when there was some sort of alert. The town of Los Alamos itself was on the backside of a beautiful mountain that was a part of the Rocky Mountains. I loved hiking and fishing the mountain streams with my dad on the occasional weekend he wasn’t bogged down in his research projects. I felt a prod in my side and looked over at my baby sister in her car seat. She poked me with the play hairbrush that she was using on her doll. “Why’d you poke me?” I asked Lily. “You play with me later?” I sighed, “If I get a chance I will later Lily. I have a lot of assignments due soon…” Lily looked at me with her pretty green eyes, “Please?” I sighed again, “We’ll see Lily Bear.” With that I tickled her a little to make her smile. “Stop dat!” She giggled. I smiled at her as Mom pulled up to the loading zone at the school. Lily was probably the prettiest baby sister that I knew of! She was a total oops child for my mom a bit over two years ago. My parents apparently forgot where babies came from one week while I was out of town at a camp. I opened the door of the Toyota Land Cruiser and swung out. “Don’t forget that you have Tae Kwon Do tonight,” Mom reminded me through the window that she had rolled down. “Like I could forget?!?” I asked with a bit of incredulity. I was testing for my second degree black belt tonight! I just hoped I could manage to pass this test. If I could get this belt, then I would be able to really think about teaching in my own studio after I graduated college. After this belt though I would no longer be able to just test at home, I would be flying to major cities or maybe even to Korea! For something I had been practically forced to do at the start, I had really grown a love of it! I walked down the hallway to my locker to drop off a couple things. I passed my reflection in the window of a dark classroom and shook my head. I was one of the nerdiest of the nerdy kids to my peers, and in Los Alamos that was saying something! I was a decent height, five foot eleven, but was a total stick. It didn’t matter how much I ate - it took tons of fat just to get me to 105 pounds. That was with my clothes and shoes on! My brown hair was also really long - three inches past my shoulders in a neat ponytail. As far as anyone else was concerned I was really just riding the fad, but there was a deeper reason for it that I wasn’t about to share with anyone. “Nick!” I heard behind me. “Hey Jacob,” I said as I turned to one of my few real friends voices. “Did you get the math homework done?!?” He was in a panic. I groaned, like always he hadn’t done anything but played games last night. I spent the next few minutes walking to our first period band class being cajoled into helping him finish - ie copying my homework. “Please Nick!” He pleaded. “Jacob, you’re not asking to copy Nick’s homework, again are you?” Hannah asked with disdain. “Umm… maybe?” Jacob said, “Unless you’ll help me out?” He asked and batted his eyelashes. We both laughed. Jacob, Hannah, and I were like the three musketeers. Hannah and I had been friends for a long time and was one of the few people in the world that I felt like I could trust with anything. She also happened to be Lily’s go to babysitter if my parents and I weren’t available. I had a crush on her that confused me on a regular basis since I really just thought of her as a best friend. I looked at my cell phone for the time and figured we had about ten minutes to save Jacobs rear again. It’s not that he was stupid… he was probably as smart as I was, but he was lazy when it came to homework. Amazingly he managed to keep good grades up - of course his parents probably would have killed him otherwise. That’s the thing with having two parents with PhDs, slacking isn’t even a remote option. I was fortunate that my parents only had the one PhD between them… but it was almost like two since the only reason Mom didn’t have hers in Chemistry was that she found it too hard to take care of me and work on her doctorate. Dad was considered very useful at the lab due to his Bachelors in Mechanical Engineering and his Doctorate in Physics. Their graduate degrees both came from MIT and their undergrads were at rival Ivy League schools. Needless to say my parents were smart! In any other town their resumes would shine like a star, but in Los Alamos they were practically a dime a dozen. The number of well-educated parents in the community was absurd! As the first bell rang I pulled my flute case from my backpack and went to sit in my first chair spot that I had fought for so hard. Playing flute as a guy is never a task that will avoid people giving you grief. Fortunately I was one of three guys in the flute section, so I wasn’t alone, but still… I had quickly figured out that the way to shut up most of the chatter in junior high was by being better than everyone else. Well, that and the Tae Kwon Do lessons that they figured out I took by then. My sensei trained me never to be the aggressor from the time my parents had me start in second grade. That didn’t stop me from protecting myself when attacked though. It sadly took until seventh grade before the last bully figured out the folly of attacking me. “Morning,” the band director said as he sipped a cup of coffee. “Morning Mr. Munez,” I responded politely. We both shared the same value of there being no ‘good’ in mornings and had our private joke with this greeting. Before too long rehearsal began and I once again had to hide a guilty pleasure that we were playing music from Frozen for our Christmas Concert in three weeks. Of course it might have been just that we were playing music that wasn’t traditional Christmas music too! That had to be played that day too unfortunately. It didn’t matter what a composer did with Jingle Bells, it still got old! At lunch I sat with Hannah, Jacob, and a couple other friends. “So your big test is tonight, huh?” Hannah asked. I blushed but nodded, “I hope I don’t fail it…” She gave me a hard stare, “Of course you won’t fail it. Didn’t you like just win several competitions this year?” I shrugged, “This isn’t a competition, and even if it was there would be just as good of a chance of things going wrong.” She kicked me under the table, “Come on, positive attitude!” I smiled at her, “Okay, if you’ll quit beating me up I’ll think positively.” That led to her kicking me again for spite. “So I hear it’s supposed to snow tonight?” Jacob asked. “Yeah, but don’t you go jinxing it!” I said with a warning. Truth be told it would take a fair amount of snow for school to be cancelled. Living in the mountains you just had to learn to deal with it much of the time. It’s why if you lived on the outskirts of town, like my family, you had to have a four-wheel drive vehicle. Hannah gave him the glare too. “Think the ski resort will open this year?” I asked thoughtfully. “Even if it doesn’t we could always go hit Sandia or go up to Wolf Creek over Christmas Break,” Hannah suggested. “My parents have offered to take us up to either.” “That would be sweet!” I said with a smile. “I’m hoping my parents will get me a new board for Christmas.” We spent the remainder of our lunchtime talking before having to go our separate ways to classes. I managed to get through the end of the day, and my Calculus test, without too much trouble. By the time I fought my way through the hallways full of students to the curb outside my mom was waiting for me in our car. I climbed into the back out of habit so I could sit next to Lily. “You know you’d have to do a lot less driving if you’d let me get a car,” I suggested to her. “Your father and I want to wait until after Christmas Break,” she reiterated. I had just turned 18 the week before, but for whatever reasons my parents still didn’t want me driving by myself yet. It was like she could see my whining getting ready to increase, “Besides, you haven’t gotten a job to pay for it either…” I sighed. “Just be patient sweetie,” she said. I looked to my left and saw my baby sister sleeping quietly in her car seat. “How did you get the princess to sleep?” I asked quietly. Mom shook her head; “She had a playdate today with Becky’s daughter Zoe. They didn’t stop running from the time I dropped you off at school until I packed her up twenty minutes ago.” “Whatever works, huh?” I smiled. I looked back over at her red hair that mom had put into pigtails this morning. One of the rubber bands was starting to slide off so I gently fixed it. Mom drove us home to our house that was outside the city limits. Los Alamos is a weird town because it’s technically all government property. That means if you wanted to own your own house you had to move outside of town and commute. I didn’t mind because it meant our house that backed right up to the forest. Well, sort of… There was a major fire in 2000, and another later one had happened, so my family decided it was for the best when we moved here to clear the land immediately around the house. No sense making it easy for the house to burn down in a forest fire! Our house had two stories with a full basement that contained a workout room, play room, and home theater. As I grew older the playroom became more of a hangout room for my friends and I. The playroom was back mostly in use now though with Lily and had toys scattered everywhere in the room. Once Mom parked I threw my backpack on my shoulders and went to Lily’s side of the car. I opened the door, quietly unbuckled her highness, and then picked her up gently. Mom gave me an appreciative smile. I had to appreciate that she only weighed 25 pounds at this point. She was on the very small size for her age of two-and-a-half. “Is she wet?” Mom asked quietly. I felt her diaper under her tights and nodded as we walked into the house. “Here,” she motioned, “hand her to me and I’ll change her before I put her down to finish this miracle nap.” I smiled at her, “I’ll do it Mom.” “How did I get lucky enough to have a son that doesn’t mind changing his sister's diapers?” She smiled at me. “I don’t know,” I told her with a smile and walked upstairs past my bedroom door and to Lily’s room. My parents had switched her crib rails out last month for her toddler bed version of the bed, but had kept Lily’s changing table in there. I gently sat her down on it and took care of the wet diaper. Truth be told I loved taking care of my sister! She was the most precious person in the universe to me. I was able to get her tights pulled back up and lay her down in her bed without her stirring a bit. The pacifier she had in her mouth never once looked like it was in danger of falling out either! I walked quietly out of her room and went down the hall to mine. I sat down at the desk to start doing my homework. I only had about thirty minutes until Mom would call me down for dinner and then I would need to change for my testing. I figured it was just enough time to start typing the ridiculous essay that I had to write for English. My teacher wanted three pages analyzing Dante’s satirical use of people in the Inferno. It’s not that there weren’t plenty of people and characters to use, it was that all three of those pages would have to be perfect for her to be happy. I sighed and began typing. I managed to get through the first page when I was invaded. “Can I help?” Lily asked me as she climbed into my lap with her favorite doll. I smiled at her, “I wish you could!” “Play with me?” She asked with a smile. “Hmm… I kind of have to get this done,” I told her. She frowned. “Please?” I looked at the clock, Mom was going to call us down for dinner any minute. I was just about to give in to her sweet eyes when Mom came in. “Dinner’s ready you two.” I looked at Lily, “Maybe tomorrow night?” I suggested gently. She looked like she was going to go into her crying tantrum mode so I started tickling her. She instantly started laughing as I tickled her mercilessly for a moment. “Stop…” she cried and I stood up with her still in my arms. “Let’s go eat,” I told her and carried her downstairs. At the table I set her in her highchair. Dad came in the door right as I finished buckling Lily in. He gave Lily and mom a kiss, said, “Hi,” to me, and went to go wash up. We sat down to mom’s roast and potatoes she had put in the crockpot that morning. She looked up at the clock as I finished eating, “Nicholas go get ready,” she told me. “Okay,” I said with the butterflies flying in my stomach. It took me less than ten minutes to get dressed in my gi and I made sure that I looked ready for my testing. I walked out of my room to see Mom changing Lily again. She usually had a messy diaper right after dinner and it seemed like this was the case tonight too as I could smell it from the doorway. She had her bottle in her hand while she was being changed. “I’m ready,” I said with a smile. “So is Lily, huh?” Mom said and gave her a kiss. I loved my sister, but I have to say she was extremely lucky to always have so much attention from us. ‘I wish I received half that attention!’ I smiled. My parents and I loaded up the Land Cruiser and headed to the dojo where I studied. Mom gave me a hug, Dad said, “Good luck” and I went to my place at the front of the middle line. Other students trickled in and before I knew it our sensei had us warming up and running through some simple forms as a group. A few other parents were there for the younger children that night, as well as a couple of my friends who were taking other belt tests. “Tonight we have twelve students testing for their next belt,” Sensei announced as he had us gathered around the outside edges of the room. “We will go in order of lower belts to higher belts.” He explained the process and I watched the other eleven students test through their forms, breaking, and sparring. It seemed like no time at all before I was called up. “Nicholas Hammerstein, please step forward.” He smiled at me. I walked to the center of the room, “Nicholas is testing for the highest belt he can earn here. After this belt he will have to test elsewhere with a grandmaster present. Good luck,” he told me. “Thank you Sensei,” I said politely bowing. He called out for me to do my forms and I hoped I did a credible job. I was less worried about this part than the breaking test. I sized up the boards I was to break first with a punch and was relieved to see all of them broken after I tried. He had me perform a kick break which I successfully nailed too. I was feeling confident as the sparring portion came up. “Nicholas, you will spar against Randy,” he told me, motioning to a student who had just successfully tested for his first level black belt the previous month. I watched him like a hawk and would have been declared the victor by points if this were a tournament. At that point Sensei concluded the match. I stood at attention before him. “Nicholas, you have performed well for your test, and it is my great honor to bestow your second degree black belt to you.” He handed me my new belt and I bowed to him. “Thank you Sensei,” I said. Suddenly I was attacked from below by a pink bundle. He laughed at me, “You are going to need a higher degree belt to deal with that one!” I held Lily all the way back to the car and put her in her car seat. “You so cool!” She told me with a smile. “Thank you Lily,” I told her and reached over to hand her doll to her. That night we went and found a place to get ice cream before heading home. We talked about how confident I had been as I moved through the testing. Dad mentioned he thought I might even have a chance of sparring against mutants, but I shook my head. I knew how good they were from some of the tournaments that ran side-by-side with mine at times! They just usually had too much speed and faster reflexes; even if they didn’t have the strength to throw a car a block away! We eventually finished our ice cream and I fell asleep as soon as we got back into the car. It had been a long day! MOM WOKE ME up at home and I discovered the snow had indeed started to fall! “Snow!!!” Lily said excitedly waking back up. ‘Uh-oh,’ I thought, ‘I bet she’s going to be a hyper handful for the rest of the night. I looked at my phone and groaned when I realized how late it was. ‘10pm already?!?’ I went upstairs, showered, and put my pajamas on before trying to get some of my homework done. The essay could wait until tomorrow night, but the math homework wouldn’t. I scrambled to do the six calculus problems but was struggling on the final one when my dad came in. “It’s time for bed Nicholas,” he said. I sighed, “I have to get this last problem done first Dad, I just can’t figure out where I’m going wrong.” I hoped that would get his attention and maybe he would help. He gave me a stare that told me he knew exactly what I was up to, but he looked at the clock next to my desk and said, “What is it?” Dad looked at it for five minutes and scratched his head too. “Okay… If this number was different this would work out to a nice even number, but the way it’s written… It has to be a mistake,” he said to me. “How would you solve it though if it’s right?” I asked. I watched as he found another piece of paper and started solving the equation using his much higher level math knowledge he’d gained from his physics doctorate. “Well, this is the solution as written, but you can’t fully solve it either because of this,” he pointed to errors. “Why don’t you…” He walked me through what he had done to get to that point at least and I copied it down. I understood how he did it, but like him I was pretty sure there was an error. This way when I spoke to the teacher tomorrow I could have both an answer and a question on whether the problem was wrong! “Okay, time for bed now!” he said. “Thank you Dad,” I said as I gave him a hug, “I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t know math!” He laughed, “You’d be fine, my parents used to look at my calculus homework and then walk away as quickly as they could!” I decided to go to the bathroom one last time and watched Mom put down Lily in her bed. As much as she was growing up she still wanted to be held in the rocking chair and told a bedtime story each night with her bottle. I figured one of these days Mom was going to have to be mean and finally take away her bottles, pacifiers, and potty train her, but she seemed in no hurry to do so. She turned and saw me walking back to my room, “You should have been in bed a half hour ago,” she said with a look. “Sorry, Dad was helping me with homework. Besides, why should I go to bed before my baby sister?” I asked with a smirk. “She takes naps,” Mom said with a smirk of her own. She gave me a hug, “Good night Nicholas.” “Night Mom,” I told her and crawled into bed. My last thoughts before going to sleep were, ‘I did it! I’m a second degree black belt!’ and then ‘I’m so jealous of Lily, I wish I could have a bedtime story and a bottle!’ SOMETIME IN THE middle of the night I woke up completely sweaty and chilled. I pulled a blanket that had fallen on the ground on and wrapped myself tighter, but I couldn’t stop shivering. I must have been audibly whimpering or something because my door opened and Mom came in. “Are you okay?” I shook my head, “I’m cold and shi-hi-vvv-vv-ering.” She took one look at me and turned the lights on. I felt her hand on my forehead. “You’re burning up,” she said with concern. I watched her leave the room and she came back with a thermometer and a wash cloth. She stuck the thermometer in my mouth and put the washcloth on my head. “This can’t be right…” she said. “Levi!!!” She shouted. Dad came sleepily in my room. “What’s wrong?” “He’s burning up… you don’t think…?” This wasn’t making much sense to me as I was just not feeling. All I could focus on was how much nicer it would be if she could just pick me up and hold me, maybe I’d be warm enough then. “I feel like I’m going to be sick,” I said suddenly standing up and trying to run to the bathroom. As I got to the doorway of the bathroom I saw my baby sister standing in her nightgown with her pacifier looking at me scared. I felt bad that I had woken her up, she looked so cute. That was my last thought before everything suddenly went black.
  16. Update. 1-2017 Because this is my own personal fantasy based on my life i often come back to this and rewrite certain things or add things here or there depending on what I'm into at the time so this is the most current rewrite version 2.0 Enjoy! 13 year old Matt sat alone at his computer screen. Being just after midnight his mom had already gone to bed for the evening. Over the past year or so this had turned into a nightly ritual for him. Matt would wait up until he was sure that his mom was asleep then he'd sneek into the living room and look up dirty pictures on the computer. One such picture that he saw late one evening captured his imagination. It was a picture of a girl sitting on a park bench and her sweatpants where drenched in pee that had sprouted from between her legs. She had to have been in her twenties and she was supper pretty. This was quite litterally the strangest and hottest picture 13 year old Matt had seen in his short life and it sparked an interest that he had long ago forgotten. After extensive yahoo searches Matt stumbled onto a community website called DPF or Diaper Pail Freinds. It was a website about older people that enjoyed wearing and using diapers. There was also a story board that housed stories of kids and adults who are put back into diapers for one reason or another. Matt read the stories every night until it became an obsesion. He imagined himself being the main character in these stories and how awesome that would be. This brought back memories of when he was nine or ten years old. He would wet his pants and bed some nights alone in his room just because, he didn't really understand why it felt good to wet himself but it did. When he was done he would hide the evidence behind his bed. In retrospect his mom must have known about it becuase after a day or two the wet pants and underwear would disapear and end up back in his dresser drawer freshly washed. Even as a young kid he knew that he wanted to wear diapers again but he didn't know how to go about getting them. He would catch himself looking at younger kids and envying their puffy pampered bottoms. Eventually after seeing no action taken by his mom the pants wetting stopped. Matt hadn't thought much about those wettings for quite some time he only knew that he missed that warm fuzzy feeling that wetting himself brought. He even had experimented with make shift diapers made with garbage bags and towels but those fell apart rather quickly after one wetting and were simply not the real thing. So one late summer night Matt typed into the internet browser, "how do i get put back into diapers?" A couple of search results down the list he followed a link to a bedwetting forum. The thread was started by a boy about my age asking the same basic question. "How do i get my mom to put me back into diapers?" The boy had asked. A lot of the responses to his question didn't make a lot of sense and were Kind of silly. I guess a silly question deserves a silly response. But as he kept scrolling down the page some responses did actually make sense. A string of posts in particual Matt paid close attention to. The first post was by someone calling themselves diapered1964 he wrote. Here's my advice. Start by wetting your bed once a week. Step it up to 2 times a week in a month. In another month wet your bed 3 nights a week and your pants once a week. By the 4th month you need to wet the bed every night and your pants every other day. Continue this until you are wetting your bed nightly and pants daily. By now you parents should have taken you to the doctor to see what is the " problem" and "why" you are wetting your bed and pants all the time. Tell the doctor you can not keep from wetting yourself, wet yourself while at the doctors. By now your parents should be purchasing diapers for you to wear and use. Do not be surprised if by now you can not keep from peeing yourself or your bed, if you still can control when you go pee you need to just relax and use the diaper you are wearing after all it is what you want to do right? Another poster chimed in after diapered 1964 their name was beentheredonethat they wrote. I have to say that this is probubly the best advice from this nonsense thread. Although perhaps a little over simplified. The key In making this strategy work is by making your sudden unexplainable incontinence as believable as possible. Slow and steady is the real key in doing this. To many accidents to fast will raise suspicions and lead your parents to question wether you are having genuin accidents or if you are simply peeing your pants on purpose. which you totally are! Any caring parent will take you to see a doctor. They will run tests. Make you jump through rings of fire. They will attempt to fix the problem, that is how doctors operate. All you need to do is continue wetting yourself everyday no matter what the doctor says or does. Having plenty of high visibility accidents in embaressing situations will speed up the process when you start wetting yourself in public. It also adds a lot to the realism factor and puts added pressure on your parents to do something about your problem rather than ignoring it. If the only time you wet your pants is at home, locked away in your room two feet away from clean clothes and a bathroom that wont look right. If you truly want to wear diapers again you simply have to pretend like you already are. At school, with family or just hanging out with friends if you feel the need to go. Go! No matter where you are or who is around you, pee right into your pants. Over time this will wear everyone down physically and emotionally, once the doctors have done every test every treatment and can't find anything medically wrong with you, frustration will likely set in. Your parents will surely have tried everything they can think of to fix you and will have run out of ideas. Eventually It's gonna be expected that you are going to pee your pants non-stop throughout the day and you are going to wet the bed at night. If you are still on occasion peeing in the toilet out of convience, stop doing that. Only use your pants, pull-ups or diaper if that is what you are wearing, no matter where you are. By occasionally using the restroom you are only giving false hope to your parents that this might someday get better. You've gotta sqaush that thought, by showing zero signs of there ever being any improvement now or in the future. You've got to prove to them that you shouldn't be wearing anything other than a thick diaper. Once it clicks for them that constantly wetting yourself is going to be the new normal for you, your parents will likely switch gears from trying to fix you to helping you live comfortably with your condition. Diapers are a near certainty once this reality sets in for everybody. This is when you can expect to see real plastic backed, tapes on the sides for a snug fit, extra absorbant diapers because they are the only logical and cost effective solution for a young person who has full urinary incontinence such as yourself who wants to still have a semi-normal life. When this happens it can also be taken as a sign of exceptance on their part. By diapering you they understand that you need them now and will likely not hastle you as much about it and everyone will move on because by now your parents will be sick of dealing with wet sheets and clothes and will probably be relieved that you are back in diapers full time. It'll be their idea not yours. And they will love it. Hopefully. Lol. Congratulations to you, if you have made it this far you will have totally earned those diapers you will be wearing. Some food for thought. If you are unable to have a public accident or are afraid that somebody will find out that you wear diapers because you can't stop peeing and or pooping in your pants you might want to reconciter this. It is normal to be afraid of what people will say because Other kids will make fun of you. A young person who cannot control their bodily functions is not a normal thing outside of severly handycapped people. Most adults will be cool about it but kids will be cruel to you and you will lose friends over this. Sorry just being real here. Also something to think about is that by actively not controlling your basic bodily functions over time your body will respond to not holding back your urine and you may actually find that you will develope some real form incontince. Your diaper will be wet without you realizing it. Leaks will happen at the worst times. In front of family, freinds co-works and classmates. And of course strangers as well. Most of the time the fact that you are wearing a diaper can be conceiled with baggy clothes and frequent scheduled changes but sometimes it can't be hidden as easily and you need to be okay with that. Ya im wearing a diaper, you wear miss matching socks, so what! There were other responses as well but none that were as inspiring as those two. A couple of posters said just to be honest about it and ask them if they would buy diapers for him to wear. Matt had mixed feeling about trying that, on one hand it could work but it seemed unlikely. the posibility of that strategy blowing up in his face was high. Too high to be seriously consitered. The method seemed so mind bogglingly simple. I realized then that I was way over thinking this and turning this into some higher form of mental gymnastics. I had seen diapers at the drug store but they were so expensive. I would have to save all of my money but even then it wouldn't be enough to cover the cost of wearing full time and besides hiding it like that would be impossible. My mom would at somepoint find a stash of diaper and think i was a freak. Maybe i am a freak. But with this plan all I needed to do is pee in my pants. A lot. Without giving up or showing that there is any end in sight. If I play it off as legitimate accidents what other choice does that give my mom but to put me back in diapers. I just gotta play the long game for long term gain. Having little or no fear of getting embarassed also goes a long way it would appear. Because if I were to follow this plan I was sure to have plenty of accidents in social settings. Assholes are going to find something to make fun of me for anyways so I'm not scared of what people are gonna say if I wet my pants every once in a while. The only real question is, do I have the guts to try and pull this whole scheme off? Would it even work if i tried? My mother was not exactly the hardcore disaplinarian so i knew i wouldn't get in trouble per se if it failed to produce the results that i wanted. After all it wasn't like she punished me back in the day when she found pairs of wet pants stashed under my bed. She didn't rush out and buy me diapers either. But when I was younger I didn't have a plan or a guide to follow and I gave up on things way to fast. This time will be different. I cleared the history file and got a large glass of water out of the sink and chugged it down knowing that it would work its way through my system and perhaps end up in my bed that night. At 2:45AM i woke up with a stabbing pain in my bladder. This was it, i had to make a dession What was it going to be. It's so cold out there and i am so snug and warm under my blankets. Fuck this, i'm not getting out of bed if i don't have to. I tried letting go and nothing happened at first. I laid there pushing and mentally fighting against years of built up potty training but to no avail. I closed my eyes and pretended like i was already wearing that diaper. Its okay to pee in your diaper i told myself. Thats what they are made for. Wet your diaper. After a few tense seconds I felt my body loosen up and my whole body relaxed. Soon i was wetting my bed and it felt just as good as I had remebered. Why did i ever stop doing this in the first place. i smiled and drifted off to sleep.
  17. Long time lurker, first time writer. Let me know what you think! #### (1.) I really couldn’t afford to complain… I’ll admit that I hadn’t planned on spending my entire summer babysitting Emmy McKale, but I was getting paid an exorbitant amount of money to do so...And considering that I was currently out of a job, well, beggars can’t be choosers. I finished putting the blankets out on the couch--Emmy wasn’t due to arrive for another ten minutes, but her parents had a late flight to catch. I didn’t want to be the lame babysitter who sent her to bed right away on her first night here. It was summer vacation, after all. I’d just finished laying out the snacks when the doorbell rang. I hurried to get across the living room, and banged my shin on the coffee table. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from cursing, and hobbled over to answer the door. “Hey guys!” I said, smiling through the pain. “Hello, Mallory. Thanks for watching Emory for us.” William, Emory’s dad, said, handing me an envelope. “There’s money in here for groceries, activities, pretty much anything you might need while we’re gone. Whatever you don’t spend, you can keep.” “Thanks, Mr. McKale.” “Mallory!” that was all the warning I got before Emory crashed into me at full speed, flinging her arms around my middle. I gave her a good squeeze in return before lifting her onto my hip. “Hey, Emmy! It’s good to see you!” Melanie, Emory’s mom, was struggling to carry all of Emmy’s things, so I put Emmy down to go help her. “Thanks, dear.” she said breathlessly, handing me a large box of what I could now see were diapers. They weren’t real diapers, per se, but those bedwetting pants for kids that call themselves something else so they don’t wreck kids’ self-esteem. All things considered, Emory never really put up much of a fuss when it was time to get ready for bed, and I was grateful; any of the other ten-year-olds I babysat would have had a fit if I so much as mentioned any kind of protection. I looked back over at Emory who had bent down to pick up her bag. Her shirt had ridden up, exposing the waistband of her diaper. If she noticed, she didn’t seem to care. Besides, I thought it was kind of cute anyway. It certainly made my job easier, since she was so accepting of having to wear protection. “You can just put your things in the guest room, Emmy. You remember where it is, right?” Emmy grinned and took off up the stairs. “Yep.” I helped Emory’s mom bring in the rest of her things. By the time we’d finished Emory was back. William looked at his watch. “We should go.” he knelt down and opened his arms to Emmy. Emmy didn’t waste any time leaping into them. “Bye daddy. I love you! Have fun!” “I love you too, sweetheart. Be good for Mallory, okay?” Emmy nodded. “I will!” she said, and moved on to repeat the process with her mother. “Emergency numbers are on the fridge, same as always. We’ll be back in a few weeks.” Melanie lowered her voice and pulled me aside. “Just so you know, Emmy’s bedwetting has gotten worse. The boxes have diapers in them now, we were in a hurry when we packed, so I just threw everything together. There might be a few pull-ups left in there, but make sure she wears the diapers to bed.” I nodded. “Okay. Will do, thanks for the heads-up.” “We’ve had a few daytime incidents, too. It’s usually when she’s distracted, so please remind her to go potty.” I nod. I normally get this kind of thing from my younger kids’ parents, but with the money I was making, I wasn’t about to complain. Emmy wasn’t that much bigger than some of my six-year-olds, now that I thought about it... Melanie reached out to hug me. “We love you too, you know.” My face heated up. “Thanks. I love you guys too. Be safe, and happy anniversary.” Melanie smiled and followed her husband toward the door. Emory was too short to see out the window of the storm door, so I lifted her onto my hip so we could wave to her parents as they drove away. I could feel that her diaper was pretty wet, and I wondered why she hadn’t said anything. “Do I have to go to bed soon?” Emmy asked. “You know I’m not that lame. You can stay up for a bit, but first, you need a diaper change.” “But, I’m not even that wet!” Emmy protested. “I don’t know about that...Besides, you didn’t speak up and tell me you were wet, and I’m not having you get diaper rash on my watch, missy.” She was usually really well-behaved, but I knew from experience that she wasn’t above making a break for it if she thought she could get away with it. “Let’s go, munchkin.” Emmy pouted, and her big brown eyes almost made me reconsider. Almost. “Nice try, kiddo. But, that doesn’t work on me.” I headed up the stairs to the guest room and laid Emmy down on the guest bed. Her diaper was even more wet than I’d thought, I discovered, once I started changing her, and I didn’t think it would’ve taken much more before leaking. “‘Not that wet’, huh?” I wondered, tickling her a little so she knew I wasn’t upset. She squirmed and I let up before I ended up having to change the sheets on the bed too. “Sorry. Guess I wasn’t paying attention.” Emmy said, refusing to make eye contact with me. I brushed some long brown hair out of her eyes. I didn’t totally buy it, but it wasn’t worth making a big deal out of it. “It’s alright, I’m not mad. Try to remember to tell me when you need changing, okay? Otherwise I’m gonna have to start checking for myself.” “Okay,” Emmy said, sitting up once I’d finished. She scampered over to her suitcase and took out a footed sleeper. “I got new pajamas!” She said. “Can you help me with them?” I suspected that she didn’t really need help, but I didn’t have the heart to deny her if such a simple thing would make her happy. Internally, I knew that the pajamas would probably just get in the way if she woke up in the middle of the night and had to go to the bathroom, but she was in diapers anyway, so I wasn’t going to dwell on it. I’m such a pushover… She looked absolutely adorable in her pjs, which did nothing at all to hide her diapered state. “Feel like doing anything in particular?” I asked. “I wanna play Overwatch.” Emmy said. “I brought my PS4.” “Okay. Do you need help setting it up?” Emmy shook her head. “Nope. I can do it.” “Okay. Mind if I keep you company? Emmy smiled. “Sure! Can I have a snack?” “I think that can be arranged. How about some chips and pretzels?” I wasn’t in the mood to start fussing around in the kitchen, since it was so late, and I hoped that those would be enough. “That sounds good to me.” Emmy said. “I’m gonna go set my game up. You should play too; it’s fun.” I shrugged. “We’ll see,” I had enough trouble getting to sleep without overstimulating my brain. But, I hadn’t played video games in a while, and the offer was tempting. I went to scrounge for suitable snack food, while Emmy set up her game. She was faster than I expected she would be, and she was already getting started by the time I got to the living room, arms laden with plunder from the kitchen. “Get on the point, guys!” She snapped into her headset--it took me a minute to realize that she was talking to someone. “Relax.” I said, a little more sternly than I meant to. “It’s just a game.” Emmy sighed and folded her arms as the word ‘defeat’ flashed up on the screen in bright red letters. “Tough luck,” I said, and patted her back. “You’ll get ‘em next time.” Emmy angrily crunched into a pretzel and pouted. “Do you want to play? You don’t have to play in Competitive matches if you don’t want to. Those can get pretty intense.” “Why not? Think I’ll stick with the small fish though.” I said, and she passed me the controller. The controls were pretty straightforward, and although the other team wiped the floor with me several times--I don’t think I got a single kill--it was fun. It was easy to see how someone could get addicted to this kind of thing. It wasn’t my cup of tea, but if I had nothing else to do, it was a nice way to kill time. Emmy squirmed next to me. At first, I thought that she was just anxious to get back to the game. Then, when I heard the subtle crinkling of her pull-up, I realized that there was a much more obvious explanation. “Do you need to go to the bathroom?” “Nope, I’m alright.” I raised an eyebrow. “If you say so…” I passed her the controller. I focused most of my attention on the screen, but I was still watching Emmy out of my peripheral vision. I’d been babysitting enough to know that the ‘potty dance’ never really changes; kids just get better at hiding it as the get older. Another thing I learned was to trust my gut. And right now, my gut was telling me that everything about Emmy’s posture screamed: I really have to pee! “Okay,” I said as my latest foray into the gaming world ended with another stomping. “Time for a potty break.” “I don’t even have to go!” Emmy protested. She looked a little embarrassed. “You do so,” I countered. “You’ve been squirming non-stop for the past five minutes. Even if you don’t think you need to go, I want you to try anyway.” Emory huffed. “Fine.” She must have needed to go worse than she thought, because as soon as she stood up, she let out a little gasp and sprinted for the bathroom. I laughed a little to myself. Emmy came back and sat down on the couch. “Did you make it okay?” Emmy nodded. “Let’s check. Just to be sure.” “I don’t need you to check me,” Emmy whined. “Well, if you had told me you were wet earlier, I wouldn’t feel like I needed to. Besides, if you’re dry, I don’t have anything to worry about, right?” “Right,” Emmy didn’t look at me. I knew then what I was going to find, and I was a little annoyed that she lied, but I decided to give her another chance to come clean. “Is there something you wanna tell me?” I asked. Emmy shook her head. “Are you sure?” Emmy nodded. The silence was another giveaway, but even so, I went as slowly as possible as I unzipped her pjs. As I suspected, she was soaked. “Sweetheart,” I began gently. “What happened?” “I tried. I really did…” Emmy croaked, and burst into tears. “It’s okay, little one.” I said, pulling her close. “I’m not mad.” Privately, I was a little irritated. As much as I wanted to give Emmy the benefit of the doubt, all the evidence for this particular accident pointed to laziness rather than any physical problem. Still, Emmy’s mom had warned me that they’d been having some daytime issues, and I knew it wouldn’t be fair of me to hold Emmy completely responsible. But, I didn’t want to let her off the hook scot-free either… “It’s no big deal,” I told her. “Just try to pay more attention next time, okay?” “‘Kay. I’m sorry.” Emmy said quietly. I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “It’s okay. I think it’s just about bedtime, though. Do you want to take a bath now, or do you normally take care of that in the morning?” Emmy shrugged. I sighed and lifted Emmy onto my hip when I stood up. “Well, since you don’t know, I think we’d be better off doing it now. A nice, warm bath might help you relax.” Emory didn’t say anything back. She just hummed and rested her head on my shoulder. I patted her bottom, more out of instinct than anything else. I hadn’t meant to call attention to the state of her pull-up, at least not more than I had already; but it couldn’t be helped. I ended up doing most of the work in the bathroom. Emmy just sort of zoned out and plonked herself down in the tub. “Emmy, you’re getting a rash.” I said. Maybe it was for the best that I was doing the scrubbing, since I might not have found out about it until it got much worse. “You need to tell me when you need changing.” I reminded her. I figured that it had already started before she came over, but I didn’t want it getting worse. Emmy just nibbled on her thumb. “I wish you’d tell me what’s bothering you.” I said, since it was obvious that something was on her mind. “I don’t know...I just feel off.” Emmy said. “Do you think you’re getting sick?” I reached out to feel her forehead. She didn’t seem feverish. Emmy shook her head. “I don’t know how to explain it.” “Hmm.” I was at a loss. I couldn’t do much if Emmy didn’t tell me what was wrong. “I think you’re just tired.” I pulled the plug on the drain and wrapped Emmy in a big, fluffy towel. I thought it was strange that she hadn’t offered even token resistance to me babying her since her accident. In truth, I’d been hoping for some kind of reaction, but at the same time, her being so docile was making my job easier. Emmy didn’t fight me when it was time to put her diaper on, and she was small enough that moving her around wasn’t too much of a chore. “Good night, Emmy.” I told her, once she was tucked in. “I’ll be right down the hall if you need anything.” “Night, Mallory.” Emmy answered. “Could you leave the door open a little?” “Sure thing, munchkin. Sweet dreams.” It only took me a few seconds to cross the room, but in the thin strip of light that washed over the bed, I could see that Emmy was already asleep.
  18. A Little Girl’s Crush Chapter 1: Fred Davidson is a typical handsome eighteen year old who lives in a typical neighborhood. He has short brown hair, well built standing at six feet tall and played soccer at the local high school. He was very good at it, so good that he was going on to play soccer in college this coming year. Over the summer he was also asked to be an assistant coach on a little league soccer team. His team plays in the Girls League which has ages 9-12. On his team was a special little girl named Megan. Megan developed a ‘small’ crush on her coach Fred, well small in Fred’s mind, it was larger than he thought. Fred has a little sister named Emily, a geeky sixteen year old girl with dirty blonde hair, to the point it’s just brown with blonde highlights, who was getting tired of being in High School, because, she is a genius and has already made many inventions that have made their parents a fair amount of money along with Emily’s other investors.. Their parents were pretty average, but they have tried to give the world to their kids, while keeping them humble. Instead of spending all the money that they made on their kids to create a lavish lifestyle they created funds that the kids would not be able to touch until they graduated college. Their Mom was thirtyfive years with jet black hair and a delightful smile. Her husband is fifty, but bald. Emily’s little “toys” were so profitable and well received that he managed to create a company that sold all her inventions. Just as Emily was a genius with creating new things, her Dad was very good with investing all the money. Now let’s get back to Megan, she is a ten year old little girl and a very good soccer player. She is cute as a button with blonde hair tied up in pigtails usually. She has a really happy and joyful attitude. Her happy attitude stemmed mostly from one thing, her feelings for her coach, Fred. She has had a really big crush on him for almost a year. It all started back when Fred first began coaching as the assistant coach for the girl’s 9-12 year old team. He arrived in his sports car and the little girls looked at him and most brush him off as the coach and unobtainable, but Megan, she walked right up to him and said “hello I am Megan and ummm well…. I think you are really cute”. “Well thank you there little missy, but that is not appropriate” Fred explained to the much younger girl. “I don’t care I will say what I want” Megan said. “Fine then since you like me so much go take a lap” Fred said as Megan looks up at him with dreamy eyes and takes off running. This lap a small price to pay for telling Fred how she felt about him. Fast-forward to the girl’s first game, this is after many more comments from Megan about how handsome Fred was and many more laps. There was a kissing booth at the game to raise money for the team, it was the head coach’s idea. Instead of coaching Fred had to run it. It was most popular during half time! Fred was kissing hot young moms and teens who had little sisters playing in the match. Just before halftime was over things began to die down. That’s when Fred heard “my turn cutie” there was Megan holding the five dollar fee in her hand, her allowance for the week. “I want to pay for my kiss” she said smiling waving the dollar bills like a fan. “Megan? Ha-ha, that’s cute but no way. You know you are way too young for this kind of fun.” Fred said looking down at her. “I’ve got money, so you have to Fred, you have to!” she said with a huge smirk across her face. “Fine” Fred sighed. Megan gave him the money and puckered up! Fred leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. “Ha?! No I paid for the big kiss!” Megan complained. “Heh, well to earn a “big kiss” you need to be a big girl! I wasn’t going to give you anything, be happy you got something.” Fred said. “Fine.” Megan said putting her arm crossed and as she walked away resentfully. But after a few short minutes she smiled because after all, she got what she desired… kinda... One time Fred was getting really into the game and yelling at the refs for bad calls. It got to the point that the referee ejected Fred from the game! Fred stomped off and that made Megan upset because her crush wasn’t there to watch her. At practice the next day Megan went up to Fred and said “Do not get kicked out again, mister! I wanted you to see how good I am at soccer, but you weren’t there! Plus I don’t want to have a crabby boyfriend!” “Megan you do not get to tell me what to do, and I am not your boyfriend! Geez! Go take five laps, now!” Fred said upset at her for being out of line like that. . The last event was the strangest, before the last games of the season there was a silent auction where people place bids anonymously. One of the things up for auction was a date with the assistant coach, Fred. On the paper there were only two people bidding and the bidding was up to twenty dollars. The bidding eventually stalled at thirty dollars. At the end of the night the head coach along with Fred walked onto the school cafeteria's stage. The coach read out the other winning bids then read out that Fred had been won by a M.C for thirty dollars. A big squeal was heard in the crowd which Fred recognized as Megan’s. “Oh no” he thought to himself. Megan ran towards the stage and was just about there when her mom grabbed her!. Anne dragged her daughter by the hand up to the stage and apologized to Fred and the head coach for her daughter’s actions. Anne then took thirty dollars out of her purse and gave it to the coach. “Please give the winning ticket to the person who got second to my bad little girl” Anne said as she left the stage taking Megan with her and then out the door of the cafeteria. The coach then called up a Taylor Ambers. A cute redhead with really big boobs and a big round butt stands up and smiles, she walks up to the stage as she passes Fred she giggles. The coach hands Taylor the winning ticket Fred was about to have an awesome date with a really cute girl! When Megan found outred was going to college she felt her heart break. She didn't wanted to believe the truth all she could do was just cry for days in her room between her pink pillows. In her sorrow Megan decided that she had to prevent Fred from leaving. Everyone and their mother in their city knows that Emily is a good inventor so Megan thought she might find something in Emily’s room that can help her keep her boyfriend. Fred often watched Megan as her babysitter, so Megan hatched a plan to ‘borrow’ one of Emily’s inventions when she was babysat next. . The day finally came for Megan to put her plan into action, it fell on the day before Fred left for college. Fred agreed to spend one day with Megan, because Fred knew how important it was for Megan. So when Fred ran out to go get some food and snacks for Megan, Emily and himself, Megan put her plan into action. She was heading for Emily’s room when she caught a glance Emily outside playing with Fred’s 13 year old dog. Max was slowly bringing the ball back to Emily because he has arthritis in his legs. Emily has something on her wrist Emily then began to wind the watch backwards; Megan watched as the dog began to change and GET YOUNGER! Megan, amazed at what she saw, raced out to see Emily “Emily did you just make Max a puppy” Megan asked so excited. “Ummm yeah but you can’t tell anyone and I guess it gives off a range that the user and some random people can tell that it was used along with the person it is being used on” Emily notes as she looks at her confused dog. “So can it be used on humans” Megan asked grinning. “No way it’s not ready, it changes people’s minds too much I have to tweek it still” Emily said. “Well let me buy it” Megan said pulling out a ten dollar bill her mom gave her for emergencies. “Uhhh Megan…” Emily started. “Please Emily, I need it! How about twenty dollars I can get you ten later” Megan asked. “No Megan, it’s not for sale yet when I get it finished maybe you can buy it from me” Emily said as she walked inside and went to her room she was fiddling with is as Megan stewed thinking about how she could get that device! Emily changed the settings and activated the reality alter mode, then she left it sitting on her work bench as she went down to her basement lab. Megan saw Emily leave her room and head downstairs. “Ok it’s now or never if you want Fred to stay and be your boyfriend” Megan said giving herself a little peptalk. She then stands up and dashes up the stairs to Emily’s room! She didn't have too much time so she looked around and found the watch looking device on Emily’s desk that was labeled “The Watch of Age”. Megan pocketed it, but took off her watch that looked close enough, left it on the desk and went back downstairs where Fred was with food she ate it fast and texted her mom that she needed to be picked up right away. Emily could notice that her watch was missing any minute. Megan was soon picked up by her mom. Anne was is a single mom who lived a few streets away in a big mansion, her husband, Megan’s dad, was a very rich and clever man who died in a car accident a few years ago, but he left them all his money, so they managed to live a somewhat luxurious life. Megan got her own trust fund, but Megan was not allowed any of it until she was older, that did not stop her from being a spoiled brat. Not that Anne doesn’t have to work, but she was able to pay for her daughter to be educated inside their house with a private tutor/nanny. They also can afford a butlers and a cleaning lady. Anne wasn’t alone with raising up the little girl, but that affected the little Megan’s attitude towards life, she thought money can buy anything and everything even if she couldn’t have the money now. The next day was the day, Fred was finally ready to leave home, he was looking ahead to a very promising future! Today was full of emotions since he had to say his goodbyes to everyone. He had to say bye to all his friends, his family and of course little Megan. “Bye guys I will see you at Fall Break!” Fred said as he hugged his sister Emily then his mom, and finally his dad. He packed his car with all his belongings and then left for Megan’s house. His car was a gift a year ago from his parents since he was applying for college. A few turns here, a few turns there, and he found himself in front of Megan’s suburban house, it was larger than the others on the block but not by much. He parked his car on the street,, walked up to the door and rang the doorbell, the door was opened and Anne’s warm smile welcomed Fred. “Hello Fred it is so good to see you again! Thank you for coming to see my little girl before you leave. It really means alot to her.” “Oh, no problem Miss Cadwell, she is my favorite little friend that's for sure! I would dare to leave without say goodbye to her!” Fred said as he walked in. “She is up in her room, if you go up the stairs and turn to the left it’s the first door on your right.” Anne said. “Thank you” Fred said as he ascended the stairs. He went to Megan’s room and knocked on the door. “GO AWAY!!!” he heard come as a response to his knocking. “You really want me to leave just like this, Megan?” Fred asked. Some fumbling can be heard inside the room before a short blonde girl answers the door. “H-h-hi Fred…” she said nervously in the presence of her crush. “Hey sortie.” Fred said ruffling her hair. “Can I come in?” he asked as she opened the door. “Yes of course, please come in.” she invited him into her bedroom. Fred stepped inside into the little girl’s room. It was nothing special with it just a typical bedroom suited for her age: all walls were pink, at the corner you could see a gold four poster bed with a pony quilt on top of it. There were also four dollhouses all over the room and of course a nice little dresser next to a closet what was open revealing some clothes falling out of it mostly just her panties and training bras. “Even with all the maids your room is still a mess Megan.” Fred asked laughing. “Yeah I like it a bit messy” she said blushing. “So Megan, I’m sure you know why I’m here. I wanted to say goodbye before I leave for college. Now, I know it is hard for you for obvious reasons but don’t worry I will be back in a few short months!” Fred said hugging the shorter girl. “Is it that obvious? B-but please!! Please don’t leave I want you to stay! I really really like you and I know that Mommy can pay for you to learn here in my house with my tutor! You know she can make it happen so we could be together! Even more than now!” Megan begged. “Ha-ha! I can imagine that would be great hun but I’m sure your Mommy would think otherwise about your silly idea! But think about it in another way, now you can say your little friends that you know a nice guy a friend, who plays on a good college soccer team!” Fred joked as he ruffled her hair again and started to head for the door. “See you soon Megan!” Fred said heading for the door. “Wait Fred I have something I need you to do!” Megan said. “Ahm.. Megan? Is this something you really need or you just want me to stay here? You know I like you but I don’t want to mess up my schedule because of you, I’m already running late!” Fred said between a big sigh while he slowly turned around to see Megan. She was pointing something at him that looked like a wrist watch. “What do you have there?” he asked her as she began to wind the watch backwards! Fred felt a rush running through him! As Megan continued to wind the clock backwards he noticed that the room was getting bigger around him. In fact he realized that it wasnt the room what was getting bigger but his body was getting smaller! He was shrinking or he was getting younger? His panicking mind noticed that his body wasn’t the only thing changed on him, somehow his clothes started to change from a nice black polo and blue jeans to a kiddish T-shirt with some text on it that read: “Lincoln Liberty Middle School” and a pair of cargo shorts that looked more like something a little boy would wear rather than a man at his age. The feelings slowly stopped, at the same time Megan stopped spinning the clock! Before Fred could snap out of his shock or even react to what just happened to him, Megan pointed the clock at herself and begins to spin it forward. Fred watched as the ten year old little girl with blonde pigtails started to change right before his new little eyes. She was getting taller and taller, after a few seconds, Fred realized that the same thing was happening to her! But instead of getting younger, she was getting older and older! Her clothes also started to match her new developing body, her little shorts and shirt disappeared to give place to her new much more suitable jean shorts. They revealed her lengthening beautiful legs and highlighted her now rounding ass, it was amazing. Her old T-shirt also changed and turned into a tank top that showed off her developing breasts that were swelling in the shirt more and more causing a nice, solid cleavage that Fred stared at. The process stopped the same way it stopped for him when Megan stopped winding the clock. Fred found himself now looking up at Megan the former ten year old little girl who was not so little anymore! “M-Megan? What have you done??!” Fred asked but as he looked around in the room he realized it has changed too! The four poster bed remained but it has a standard purple quilt on it and there were no more dollhouses, instead there were now a big Make-Up desk and a big computer desk with a laptop and a few notebooks on it with the text on it: “Megan Cadwell - 9th grade”! He also took a peek at the dresser again what was almost looked the same except that it was now bigger and there were now much larger bras and sexy panties hanging off of the dresser. “Don’t you see SORTIE?” she giggled.“I played a little with our ages so from now on, you are the next street over’s little boy and I’m the big girl next door! If you ask me, my guess is that you are about thirteen while I am... It must be around fifteen” she stopped as she lifted her C-cup breasts “or maybe sixteen! Who knows, but whatever, isn’t this awesome?! I am two years older than you and now you don’t have to leave so we can be together!!” Megan said bouncing up and down causing her new assets to jiggle! Fred started at them he was mesmerized by the view but then his mind snapped out of it. “Megan you can’t do this to me! This isn’t right, you have to change me back please, I have to go to college!” Fred begged. “Haha! So the little boy has big plans!? Well as I see it, you are just about to start 8th grade in a few weeks so you don’t have to bother about college for a few more years now! In fact, I’m gonna be in college right before you!” Megan taunted him pointing at his middle school shirt. “But I-I-I… I am supposed to be older!!” Fred said as Megan hugged him. “It’s ok little Freddy, things are better this way trust me!” she said holding him close to herself causing his head to be pushed up against her large bosom. Fred for some reason, started to feel relaxed. In fact, he felt safe around her, the way she was hugging him, the way she talked to him… He felt like he was the luckiest guy in the world! Such a nice and beautiful girl! Her boobies are so soft! OMG! She is hugging him! Megan Cadwell is hugging him! His feelings started to change after he touched her, he felt giddy and felt something odd in his tummy. Like one hundred butterflies were in it! He was red in his face as he blushed and looked up at Megan. He saw her delight smiling face and he knew what it was! He had now a big crush on Megan! She was now an older girl with the most gorgeous face he ever seen and with the most desirable boobies he ever seen! Boobies.. .Boobies… That gave him the thought. He wondered, how Megan would look like naked? “No, NO!” he thought. “These new feelings! They are changing me! This isn’t right I’m not 13! I’m 18 for god’s sake! I’ve seen a girl naked before! I even had - what is it called? Sex? What is it exactly? No… I should know it!” Fred thought but no matter how he tried there were no memories about the thing called “sex” or anything similar! It was all cloudy now. As his eyes slide down from Megan’s face to her chest he wondered “What would her breast look like?” While the teenager in him already knew about breasts, how they looked and felt, at this new age, it was nothing more than a mystery to him. “There there. Feeling better little boy?” Megan asked releasing him from her bear hug. “Y-y-yes Megan.” Fred said blushing more. “Just as I thought!” she giggled and turned around for a moment giving Fred the perfect chance to take a good look at her ass, but this time he stopped himself. He had to control himself if he want to stay the same on the inside! As Megan walked away it gave Fred a chance to look at the clock Megan used to change him. Just by the look of it Fred knew that it is Emily’s clock! It was in her room a day before! Megan probably stole it from her yesterday when he was babysitting her! That was why Emily was frantically looking in the backward for it in case their puppy ran off with it. She was wearing it on her left hand only an arm’s length distance, all he needed to do is to take it and change himself back to his original from. He lunged for it, but he still was not used to how short his little arms are now. Before he could do anything, Megan simply lifted her arm with the watch on it high into the air and Fred hit the ground. He lied on his back looking up at Megan. She bent down to look at him and said, “Fred” she sounded more serious now. “You need to know where you stand, I am your girlfriend now but that doesn’t change the fact that as the older one, ” so I am in charge! So do that again and I will become your babysitter instead of your girlfriend! You will be asking me to change your diapers not change you back to normal” She then stood at her full height and walked to her bed and sat down with a smile on her face again. Fred now understood that this isn’t the time for him to take on Megan, he lost this battle but not the war. So far, it looks like Megan will be in charge and he had to play along until his chance comes again. His thoughts were interrupted by his phone in his pocket. He checked his phone’s alert screen and saw it was a text from his sister, Emily: “Hey squirt I am on my way to pick you up from your “little” girlfriend’s house. Be there in five minutes, get ready.” Fred didn’t quite understand what she talking about, after he was the older brother. So he texted back: “It’s ok I can drive myself.” In a few short seconds he got the answer: "Haha! I'm sure we can't fit into your little toy BMW! Funny, I'll be there in a minute!" “What does she mean? I don’t have a car?” Fred wondered and feared at the same time while he walked to Megan’s window and saw that his car was not in the driveway anymore. “Oh my god Megan! Your little watch affected my reality too! I have no car! Megan, What have you done!?” Fred asked the teen girl sitting on her bed inspecting the clock. “Guess so short stuff! Oh, I think I better to give you my number so we can talk, like any BF and GF. Or you can call me if you have a problem” she said standing up and walking over to Fred and took his phone from his hands. She fumbled on it for a few seconds and then gave it back to Fred. Fred saw a new contact entry that read “Mommy Megan ;)”. “Don’t change my name in your contact list, or else you can expect to be my real baby!” she said giggling and giving him a kiss on the forehead. “FRED, YOUR SISTER IS HERE!” Anne, Megan’s Mom yelled up. “Okay, then...I think I have to go…Megan” Fred said. “Ok short stuff see you later!” Megan said as Fred left her room and went down the stairs. He was still in a shock to process what just happened with him in the last half hour. He was shocked and have no clue how to solve it. “Damn” he said as he went out the front door. Out there in the driveway he spotted his very OWN car! It was his car but now his sister Emily was driving it. As he opened the door and sit in he saw his now older sisters face smiling. “Hey shortie, how was your time with your cougar girlfriend?” Emily asked. “That isn’t funny Emily, you should be nicer to me!” Fred said. “Awe, someone is in a bad mood, huh?” she said ruffling his hair and kissing him on the forehead. “You should consider yourself lucky! Having a girlfriend like Megan at your age! That is some big stuff, Freddy!” she started the car and began to reverse out of the driveway. That was when Fred noticed that she began to change just like Megan did! Emily’s face became more mature while her brown hair became longer and longer not to mention how her whole body became taller! But the most significant change on her body was her breasts! It was like a second growth spurt on her, she was more mature than ever! She look way more sexy and mature than she should be! Fred wanted to say something but his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was a text from ‘Mommy Megan’ “Spend some quality time with your BIG sister, Freddy! I’m sure that it will be much more fun now, that she is more older than you were! Say hello to the 20 year old Emily.” Freddy swallowed “20…” he thought to himself as Emily drove home. Back in her room Megan smiled to herself “I did it! I made him my little boyfriend and now I have him wrapped around my finger” Megan said smiling to herself. “I am going to take a shower with my new body” Megan said out loud. She walked to her giant bathroom and stripped! “Oh I am going to send a pic to little Freddy and tease him, I bet he doesn’t remember what boobies look like, time to show him” she thought as she snapped a pic and sent it to her little boyfriend. She then turned on the water and began to shower. “Oh my this is amazing I didn’t realize I was so sensitive” Megan said as she massaged her nipples and her pussy. She began to think differently and began to get really turned on. She was going to like being older than Fred for once. Chapter 2: Fred had gotten the picture from Megan and almost came in his pants in Emily’s car on the way home. He saved the picture for later! But his mind kept wandering, Fred couldn’t believe what was happening, his soccer pupil stole his age and made herself his older girlfriend. Now he was in his car with his sister who used to be younger than him, she is now seven years older than him! He stared at her and then back at the ground pondering how this could have happened. “I should have never gone to her house before I left for college” Fred thought. He began to think about how he missed Megan’s obsession with him. As they were on the way, a memory made its way into his mind. It was a memory when he and the head coach took the girls on the team to the movies. Fred was buying the tickets and had to had them out to all the girls. Megan was the last one she took her ticket and motioned for Fred to bend down for her to whisper in his ear. He did so and then she said “I am going to sit next to you and we make out like couples!”. Fred pulled back away from her “Megan that is not right” he answered. As it was expected she wasn’t happy so she just frowned then skipped into the theater. Emily’s car went over a bump and brought Fred back to his new reality. “Damn road! Hey you alright there champ?” Emily asked. Fred just shook his head as an answer. He had bigger problems than a bump on the road. Fred soon arrived at his house which was bigger than last time, it was like his parents had remodeled it while he was away. “Why is the house so different” Fred asked. “Come on silly, you know I gave mom and dad the money to do that after I sold the AI robot two years ago for 50 million dollars” Emily said as they pulled into the driveway and into the garage. Emily turned off the car and got out and then went into the house. Fred on the other hand stayed in the car not wanting to enter the house, he was afraid of what he would find. Fred got out of the passenger seat and stepped down he was way shorter than before about four feet eight inches, he looked like a small kid, he didn’t grow till high school. He walked into the house where his mom was standing. She saw him and walked up to him, she was taller than him just like Megan and Emily where. “There is my little boy” she said giving him a big hug pushing her boobs into his face! “Mommy I am not that little” Fred says kind of whining. “Oh of course you are...you are my baby boy I wish I could just put you back into diapers” she said. “Ew gross mom” Fred said pushing away from her. “Oh Fred quit your whining she said that to me all the time” Emily said. “It’s not like someone could make an age changing device” Emily continued. “Well little man dinner will be ready in about 30 minutes why don’t you go up to your room and play with your toys” mom suggested as she released him from her bear hug. “Ok mom” Fred said as he walked towards the stairs and went up them to his room. He entered it and it was not as it once was. Fred sees that his king sized bed has been replaced with a small twin bed. There are kid’s toys everywhere, well kid’s toys compared to what he had before. There was no TV, his Xbox was gone along with his stash of nudie magazines. There was a desk with a picture on it of him and Megan at soccer practice together in middle school! There was also a family picture of Fred being held by Emily and his parents beside them. Emily was in her cap and gown the same ones that Fred wore to his when he graduated! He checked his closet and saw there were all the clothes he had when he was thirteen last time! “FRED DINNER” his mom yelled up to him to come down. Fred leaves his room and hears Emily in her room next to his. He looks in and sees her eating her food at a desk in her bra and panties on the phone. “FRED STOP PEEPING” she screamed as she stands up. “Oh shit” Fred thinks as he gets up to run for it. He runs for the stairs and goes down them, as he hears Emily close her door. He reached the kitchen and his mom was already sitting down with his dad. “Mom why is Emily not joining us” Fred asked. “Come on Fred your sister is older than you and has a company to run” Fred’s mom said sipping some wine. “Can I have some” Fred asked. “No you are way too young” his dad said. “But” Fred rebuddled. “No, now Fred are you excited to start 8th great this year?” his dad asked. “I mean I guess” Fred mumbled. “Well you should be you are getting older soon you will be able to go to school with Megan again” his mom said. “Yeah I guess that will be fun” Fred said as he finished eating his food. “Can I be excused now” Fred asked. “Sure honey” mom said as the doorbell rang. “Oh Fred can you get that, I think it’s James” mom said as she started to clear the plates. “Who is James?” Fred asked walking to the door. “Come on Fred you have gone to the movies with him and hung out with him and Emily a lot” dad said. “No way Emily has a boyfriend” Fred thought to himself. He opened the door and this really tall guy is there he is really built and is wearing an NYPD t-shirt. “Hey Fred how are you doing?” he asked walking in. James was six foot four inches tall and had black hair. “Ummm I am good James” Fred said. “That’s great buddy is your sister in her room?” He asked taking off his shoes and started to head to the stairs. “Yes, but” Fred started. “Great well see ya later bud I am sure its close to bedtime for you anyway” James said as he went to the stairs passing by his parents and saying hi. “Fred it’s eight o’clock go to bed” his mom said from the kitchen. “But mom I am a big kid” he said back. “No you are not you are a baby compared to everyone else in this house it’s bedtime for babies” she said as she came into the main hall and looked down at him. “BED NOW” she said raising her voice. Fred remembered it got ugly when she did so he walked up to his room and got ready for bed. After brushing his teeth and putting on his pajamas he got into bed and closed his eyes. As he laid in bed he heard noises coming from Emily’s room. There were moans and thumps! “What are she and James doing having a wrestling match?” Fred wondered as he got out of bed to turn on his fan to drown out the noise of his sister and her boyfriend. He thought about it more and realized they were having sex and that turned him on thinking of his now smoking hot big sister naked. Then his thoughts drifted to Megan and how hot she has become! Much different than the little girl she was before now she is a bombshell that is two years older than him. He keeps thinking of Megan as he drifts off to sleep. As Fred sleeps he begins to dream he is now his old self, eighteen years old. He is at his senior prom again but instead of being in the middle of a dance with his ex girlfriend Tracy he is dancing with an eighteen year old Megan. He grinds on her huge ass and fondles her boobs. He and her run outside to make out and do it in his car when she pulls out the watch and begins to wind it backwards while pointing it at him! She laughs as he begins to shrink more and more than before! His car changes to have a carseat and diaper bag in it as he shrinks to be two years old! He is now in a diaper in the carseat with Megan smiling back at him in the front. He peed his diaper, “see I told you I would be your babysitter” Megan said as she started the car. Fred woke up with a jolt! He was back in his room, but he was still thirteen. He also felt a cold feeling around his waist. He pulled back the covers and saw the massive wet spot on his bed. “Shoot I wet the bed” he thought as he looked at his alarm clock. It read 9:00 am. He had to get help from his mom, right then she walked into his room. “Oh you are awake Fred” she said walking over to him. She smelled the air. “Why does it smell like….” she trailed off. “Fred did you wet your bed” she asked sternly. “Y-y-yes mommy” Fred said blushing a deep red. “Ok well let’s get you into some new clothes and get these sheets washed, but if you do this again it’s back to diapers with you baby boy” she said helping Fred off the bed. Fred looks out of his door and sees Emily standing here in some booty shorts and a sports bra. “Guess someone does need diapers, maybe I should invent you some self changing diapers for you baby Freddy” Emily joked as she grabbed James so they could run to her headquarters. Fred walked to his bathroom and took a shower and got new clothes on. He grabbed his phone and went to watch some TV. “Fred your dad and I are going out to lunch and are going to see a movie we will see you later” his mom said to him while he was in the basement. “Ok bye” Fred said. “The house to myself” he thought as his phone buzzed. It was from Mommy Megan, the text read, “Hey baby boy, your real mommy told me you were home alone and needed a babysitter. So I am coming over to babysit, get ready for some fun with your big mommy Megan”. Fred got a sinking feeling in his stomach that Megan’s fun wasn’t going to be much fun for him! Chapter 3: Megan was being driven over to Fred’s hose in her mom’s red mustang convertible. She was riding shotgun and the roof was down allowing the wind to flow through her and her mom’s hair! Megan began to think about how much different her day was than it used to be. “I can’t believe I got to put on a thong today! And then a Victoria Secret bra! I then got to put makeup on and make myself feel even more sexy. I then took a selfie in my make up chest’s mirror and posted it on Instagram and got 1,000 likes!” Megan thought to herself. Her thoughts were jarred when her mom stopped in front of Fred’s house. “Megan dear, we are here” her mom says looking over at her. “Thanks for the ride mom I am so happy to babysit my little boyfriend” Megan says kissing her mom on the cheek and getting out of the car. She runs up the walkway to the front door the age changing watch obvious on her wrist. She gets into the house and just opens the door “hello anyone home” Megan calls into the house in a loud singing voice. Right after Fred had received the text from Megan that she was coming over and was going to have some fun he ran and hid in the house. He actually was hiding in front hall closet behind the coats. He thought the closer he was to danger the further away from harm he was. “Freddy where are you” Megan calls in her singing voice as she starts to look around for her little boyfriend. Megan starts by walking up to Fred’s room. “Haha oh my gosh he is a little kid and wait are those training pants by his bed with a note?” Megan asks as she walks over to the side table and picks up the note and reads it. “Freddy here are some training pants I want you to wear tonight before bed since you wet your bed last night. Love Mommy.” Megan bursts into laughter at reading this note and thinks “I am dating this little baby boy?” she then leaves the room after not finding Fred and goes towards Fred’s parent’s room. Megan enters the room and asks “Freddy are you hiding from me again”. “Megan dear is that you?” Fred’s mom asks from the bathroom, she has just finished getting dressed, for thirty five she looks smoking! “Yes Mrs. Davidson its Megan, I cant find my little boyfriend Freddy” she says. “Might I add you look very hot” Megan says as she looks up to Mrs. Davidson. “Oh why thank you Megan, now I guess Fred is hiding again, and he thinks he is old enough to not be babysat, thirteen year olds” she says sarcastically as she leaves her room with Megan in tow. Megan decides to have a quick laugh. She points the watch at Fred’s mom and winds it back slightly taking a year off of her making her 34, that means that instead of having Emily at fifteen she had her at fourteen. Fred’s mom came down the stairs “FRED! YOU COME OUT RIGHT NOW! I AM GOING TO COUNT TO THREE...ONE...TWO…” she bellows like a banshee. Fred pops out of the front hall closet. “There he is Megan. Fred you better be a good boy for your babysitter, Megan is the boss for the rest of the night. Now your daddy and I are off to our date” She says as she bends down to give Fred a kiss pushing her bigger boobs in his face. Fred thinks this is strange and shoots Megan a look, she smiles innocently. Fred’s mom then turns and walks to the garage. Fred looks at Megan after his mom leaves and says “you changed her age too”. “How did you know baby boy” she says taking one off the trainers she swiped from his room. “What the heck are those?” Fred asks. “Your mommy wants you to wear them so go ahead put one on for your babysitter girlfriend” Megan says handing it to Fred. “No way Megan” Fred says as he stares at her. “If you do I will let you see these more” Megan says as she unbuttons the top of her blouse showing off her cleavage to Fred. Fred starts to get thoughts about those boobs and walks into another room to get changed. He comes back in just the diaper trainer. “Thats my good baby boyfriend” Megan says as she walks up to the way shorter Fred. Her boobs are right in his face and he starts to tent in the training pants. She bends down and starts to kiss Fred on the lips. Fred is surprised by this but quickly starts to kiss her back pushing his tongue into her mouth. Then as quick as it started Megan broke off the kiss and stood back up to her full height. She then takes little Fred’s head and shoves his face into her large breasts. “See little boyfriend? You really really like me and you know that you belong with me, just like Taylor Swift says. Also you get to see how I felt when I had a crush on you little man. Now I want you to feel what its like to desire a girl who is completely out of your league like you were to me. I want you to see me as a girl who you can never be with. I want you to see me with innocent eyes as a little boy would” Megan says as she lets Fred’s head go and she pushes Fred back away from her. Megan then adjusts her wrist that has the watch on it. She points it at Fred and begins to wind it backwards again! “MEGAN NOOOOOO” Fred blurts out as he feels the rush again as he begins to shrink and everything starts to get bigger around him! He looks down at his body as the trainer that he was wearing continues to get tighter and more poofy. An Elmo print appears on the front as the trainer becomes a diaper. Fred also watches a Thomas the Tank Engine shirt appear on him too. “Megwin wa haf you done?” Fred asks with a child like lisp. “I made you four years old and apparently my EX-boyfriend struggled to get out of diapers” Megan laughs at Fred as she points at the diaper around his waist. “Now…. since you are a little four year old… you need someone more mature to take care of you! ” Megan says as she aims the watch at her and winds it forward again! Her boobs get even bigger and her hair just a bit longer. Fred looks up the now adult Megan with tears in his eyes! “N-n-no dis nowt waaaa I wanna” Fred starts to cry. All the sudden Fred looks over as his older sister Emily walks into the room. “Oh hey Megan I didnt know you came over! AWEEE and you brought your little man Freddy” Emily says as she walks over and kneels by Fred. She pinches his cheek and says “Megan you are so brave for having a little boy at your age, thanks again for helping fund my business and believing in me when I was ten and you were babysitting me! “Well Emily we thought we would stop by on our way to the park, I wanted Freddy to get some fresh air. Megan reaches down and picks Fred up placing her hand under his diapered butt. She then grabs a diaper bag Fred did not see before. Megan holds him close to her large boobs as she leaves the house and goes out to the Mercedes that was waiting in the driveway. Megan reaches the car and opens the back door showing a car seat along with lots of toys and snacks. “See Freddy mama bought you all those toys to make her little boy happy” Megan says as she puts Fred in the car seat and then locks him in. She then grabs a Finding Nemo blanket. “Here little boy here is your favorite blanket” Megan says as she covers his lower body in it. Megan then closes the door and gets in the driver's seat, starts the car and drives to the park. When they arrive Fred sees that it is the same park where he first met Megan when she was on his team. There is a playground with lots of soccer and baseball fields all around it. She parks and gets Fred out and carries him out to the playground. She places him in the sandbox by himself with a plastic bucket and a plastic shovel. “Ok Freddy play while mommy watches and reads her book” Megan says as she sits on a park bench right by him. Fred sits there and scoops sand into the bucket and is bored that was when two ‘big’ girls jump into the sandbox with Fred. “Hiya Freddy can we play with you?” one blonde girl asks. “Awe did you get lots of sand in your bucket” the red head asks. “Who you two” Fred asks as Megan gets up and stands over the girls and Fred. “Hello girls so nice of you two to stop and play with my little boy” Megan says as the two girls stand up. “Hi Miss Megan” they both say as they look up at her. Fred then realized that the blonde girl was named Sarah and the redhead was Amy, both were two of Megan’s friends from the team he used to coach! “We say you here with Freddy and we wanted to say hi to you coach and your little baby boy” Amy says smiling. Fred began to cry a little bit because he was so little to girls he used to view as little. Megan sees this and smiles evilly “hey girls hold still please” Megan says as she points the watch at the two girls. She then starts to wind it forward!!!! The girls begin to change and get older! Fred watches them go from prepubescent girls, to developing teens, to teenage hotties, to sorority girls, and then into young adults. They stood as tall as Megan and had boobs with equal sizes. They were surprised at the changes “coach Megan what happened” Sarah asks as she looks at her new body. “I made you two older I also made myself older, you don’t remember, but my baby boy was once eighteen and our coach and I was your old age with a crush on him, now the tables have turned” Megan says smiling down at Freddy who is balling his eyes out. “So girls how do you feel about sex isn’t it amazing” Megan asks to rub it in Fred’s face even more. “Oh my gosh yes I love it my boyfriend Jason railed me two nights ago so gooooood” Amy says. Fred keeps crying at the three older girls smile down at him. “Awe my baby is upset” Megan says picking him up and cradling Fred holding him close to her boobs. “Well girls come by the house later I have some work to do with my little man” Megan says as she grabs Fred’s toys from the sand and heads to her Mercedes. She buckles Fred back into the carseat and gets in the driver’s seat. “Well little boy we are going to Babies R Us to get you some new toys and clothes and all things for my little man to be happy!” Megan says as she starts to drive to the mall. She grabs Fred and carries him in and starts to shop buying him, onsies, more diapers, and tons of new toys! “This is all for my baby boy” she says smiling at him and nuzzling her nose to his. “NO MEWGIN I AM NOWT YOUR STUPID BABY YOU ARE NOWT MY MOM” Fred yells at her after they checked out and were back in the car. “Why you ungrateful little piece of poo” Megan says looking back at Fred from the driver’s seat. “Oh i showld bwe gwateful for you tanching me into a baby?” Fred fires back. “OHHHH I see then maybe you should have been grateful to be four” Megan says as she pulls out the watch again and began to wind it back again. Fred goes from being four years old to being one year old at the very best. “There now you are really my baby truly dependent on me” Megan says as everything changed again. Her boobs swelled with the new milk she had from her nursing she is now doing. Fred’s toddler car seat turned into a baby seat. “Now let's go home” Megan says as Fred bursts into screaming crying. Megan drives with her screaming baby boyfriend back to her house, but some things have changed at her house. There are a few more people working the grounds. It was like Megan was a very important person now, it was because she was so rich, in this timeline she used money to be the primary investor in Emily’s company. Megan parks her car in the garage and takes the screaming Fred out of the car seat and swings him over her shoulder and walks into the house where there are maids and butlers running around. “Mistress glad you are home would you like me to take little Freddy from you” a woman dressed as a nanny asks Megan. “No Jess I think that I can take care of him right now” Megan says as the nanny walks away. “Geves?” Megan asks a man. “Yes mistress how can I help you” the butler asks. “I need the baby food brought to the kitchen, Freddy is cranky” Megan says. “I can see that no problem mistress” he says as he dashes off. Megan takes the crying Fred into the kitchen and straps him into a high chair that had Nemo characters on it. She tries to make silly faces at Fred and coo at him to make him calm down and be happy, but it didn’t work and Fred kept crying and crying. Soon Geves comes in with the baby food, “here you go mistress” Geves says as he hands Megan three jars of baby food. One was mashed carrots, another was applesauce and the final one was mushed peas. “Thank you Geves I have it from here” Megan says opening the mashed carrots to feed Fred. Geves leaves Megan and her crying ‘son’ alone in the kitchen. Megan takes a baby plastic spoon and gets a scoop of the mashed carrots and tries to feed it to Fred who closes his mouth. “Come on baby boy...Oh here comes the airplane open the mouth to land” Megan says making airplane noises. Fred keeps his mouth closed and won’t open it. He still has tears streaming down his eyes upset at Megan. She keeps trying and trying to get Fred to eat his carrots, as she was trying she smelled something bad like poop. Megan looked under the high chair at Fred’s diaper and saw that it was not white anymore but a dark brown color. “Someone is a stinky baby boy” Megan says as she picks Fred up out of the high chair and walks him up the grand staircase into his nursery. It is a baby blue nursery with all the toys a baby boy could want and a crib and a changing table with lots of diapers. Fred is still crying as Megan changes his diaper into a fresh one. Fred still refused to stop crying as Megan looks down at him and she began to get a headache from the massive amount of crying coming from her baby ex boyfriend. “STOP CRYING FRED, JUST SHUT UP!” Megan starts to yell at Fred who is crying on the changing table. Fred kept crying as Megan was beginning to think she was in over her head; then she got at idea! Megan took off her dress leaving her in just her bra and panties. She then unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor revealing her swelling breasts. Megan picks Fred up off of the changing table and places him up against her boobs. Fred stops crying and just stares at the boobs that are almost bigger than him! He then starts to drink from Megan’s left one as milk flows from them and into Fred’s mouth. While Megan feels the massaging of Fred sucking the milk from her boobs she begins to think about what has happened the last two days. She was just a little girl with a huge crush on an older guy two days ago. Now she is breastfeeding the love of her life, all she has wanted to do was make Fred happy and give him everything but he keeps refusing all the toys all the cool new things she is giving him she refuses. Megan thinks about this and starts to tear up feeling guilty for what she has done. She pulls Fred back from her boobs and looks down at his in her arm. “I am sorry Fred I will fix this” Megan says as she places him on the ground. She then takes the watch and winds it forward to make Fred get older till he was about ten years old, the same age Megan was two days ago. She looks down at the shorter boy, she is still in just her panties. Fred looks up at her and says “Mommy?” like he was still a baby. He walks up to her and tries to jump for her boobs and says “mommy milky”. “Oh my gosh what have I done” Megan says as she looks at him with horror on her face. She spins the watch forward more to make Fred fifteen and then she looks at him, he is just a little shorter than her still. “Fred say something please” Megan begs worried about him. “M-m-megan?” Fred asks studdering as he looks at her confused. “That isn't enough you aren't normal yet” Megan says as she winds the watch forward to get Fred back to his old age of eighteen. Fred feels all his old memories returning and everything that has happened the last two days, “I am me again” Fred says. “Yes yes you are” Megan squeals as she gives Fred a big hug and kisses him on the lips. Her gigantic boobs press into his chest as he is now the same height as Megan. “Fred I am so sorry I wanted to be with you and I got carried away. I am not ready to be a mommy yet but I am ready to be your girlfriend and be with you. I just thought that I could make you see that but I realize it wasn’t about making you litter it was about making me older” Megan says trying to get Fred to forgive her. “Megan that was the craziest last two days that I have ever experienced in my life. I am mad at what you did to me without asking me. I mean come on you knocked me back to diapers! Now it was kinda cool to see all my old things again and other things but still. Ok what I am trying to say is I forgive you Megan, but what will we do now? You seem to have really messed up reality with this thing” Fred says to the older girl. “Well Fred, I liked being your girlfriend, having that relationship with you and having some power where I could make you do what I wanted with my boobs” Megan says shaking her boobs in Fred’s face giving him a boner. “Fine we can try this again but I am not going back to high school or middle school” Fred says looking at the girl. Suddenly the door opens and Sarah and Amy walked into the room. “Hey Megan we are here to babysit…..Fred” Amy says as she looks at the situation. “Hey girls here is Fred you remember him, we have agreed to be boyfriend and girlfriend but I have to reduce my age care to join me?” Megan asks. “Go back to college? You got it” Sarah says. “Oh totally lets do this” Amy says as she and Emily walk up to Megan and hug her. Megan points the watch at her and the two other girls hugging her. The three girls went from being twentyfive down to nineteen years old. The three are now sophomores in college, they go to the same University that Fred was going to and is going to once again. Megan walks over to Fred still naked aside from her panties. “I am a year older than you now Freddy, I know you like older girls” Megan says giving Fred’s penis a grab. Epilogue: Fred drives up to his new condo which is located right off of the new campus he will be attending school at. His older sister Emily bought it for him as a gift for graduating just a few months earlier. He pulls into the parking garage located below the complex in his red BMW his parents got him for his graduation. He grabs some of his boxes and goes up to his condo. When he gets to his door he sees that it is already open. “Ummm hello who is here?” Fred asks as he enters the place and puts the boxes down. “Who do you think Freddy” Megan’s voice is heard in the other room, his bedroom. He walks in and sees a totally naked Megan laying on his bed. “Come on baby boy come play with mommy we are going to have a good time together” Megan teases Fred as she winks and shakes her boobs. After they had some fun time together which did involve sex Fred and his older girlfriend went to her sorority’s party where they invited all freshmen. Megan showed off her hunk of a boyfriend to all the girls present including some freshmen. One in particular thought that she could score with Fred. Fred had gone to the bathroom which was upstairs away from Megan. Amelia followed Fred up and waited till he had finished in the bathroom. Just as Fred was going to come out Amelia pushed him back in and shut the door behind her. “Hey why are you even with that slut when you can be with a quality girl like me” Amelia asks Fred as she walks up to him. She was brunette with green eyes and a big smile. She has smaller boobs than Megan but had a bigger butt. “Look miss I am going to stay loyal to Megan and you best go buzz off” Fred says pushing her away and heads for the bathroom door. He is about to open it when Megan opens it from the outside. “Megan, I was not going to cheat I swear” Fred says worried because Megan was wearing the watch. “Oh don’t worry Fred I heard it all and you are good, but this Freshmen seems to have outstayed her welcome, in fact I think its past her bedtime!” Megan says as she points the watch at Amelia and starts to wind the watch backwards with reality alter off! The End? I am leaving the cliffhanger at the end because I need to know how to continue a new story from this one.
  19. 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!
  20. 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!
  21. I'm looking for other diaper lovers here in north east Oklahoma I'm also looking for a girl who's also a diaper lover too perhaps we can start a community in Oklahoma
  22. Chloe Evans was sat at school with her friends. The class was biology which she found boring, she knew it was still an hour until lunchtime. Although she wasn't enjoying the class she wasn't sure if she wanted it to be lunchtime or not due to a group of seniors namely one called Amy White. Her and 2 of her friends Jess and Natalie were being given a tough time by the group of older girls. The girls were all 18 and knew what exactly what they could get away with. lunchtime quickly arrived, Chloe and her friends were stood by their lockers chatting, they were just about to head over to the cafeteria to get some lunch when they heard an all too familiar voice... "Hey baby girls what are you up to" the girls looked around "w w we were just going to get our lunch" Jess stuttered in reply "well before you go I've got a deal for the 3 of you, each of you give me $10 and I won't pick one of you losers to spread a rumour about that will ruin you" " but that's all we have to buy any lunch with" "we'll it's up to you then whether you mind the whole school thinking you still suck on a baby bottle in your spare time" replied Amy with an evil grin "oh my god why are you so mean we haven't done anything to you? "You've got exactly 5 seconds to all hand me the money" begrudgingly the girls handed Amy the money. Amy and her two pals Danielle and Brooke had everything the way they wanted. All 3 of them were gorgeous which had led to them all being on the cheerleading team. They were pretty much the 3 most popular girls in the whole school, Danielle and Brooke were both dating guys that were on the football team, Amy had held back from having a boyfriend although the captain of the team was head over heels in love with her, she had gone on a couple of dates and even kissed him a few times but had never gone any further which her friends could never understand. Her perfect figure, long blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes were enough to make any guy weak at the knees. The girls had become accustomed to their social position and felt they could look down on certain people that they didn't feel matched their social standing. They had seen the group of 3 sophomores who appeared to be "average girls" who never caused any trouble and pretty much kept themselves to themselves. These girls seemed like the sort that would probably be too scared to say anything to anyone and would keep quiet out of fear. Amy, Danielle and Brooke knew they could get away with belittling Chloe and her friends. A couple of times Chloe had even had to covered up marks out of fear of her mom seeing them when Amy had hit her for not doing as she said. It was now the end of lunchtime and Chloe, Jess and Natalie had all gone without eating. They sat chatting just before the next class started. "I can't believe how mean they are to us, those bitches are happy for us to go all day without eating just so they can keep our lunch money probably to spend it on make-up and clothes" said Chloe angrily "I wish there was a way of stopping them, if we told the teacher she would spread a mean rumour like what she said earlier" replied Natalie "that would be way too embarrassing to deal with" said Jess. The teacher then came in so they had to stop talking and listen. Eventually the end of the day came around, Chloe's mom picked up her. She couldn't wait to get home so she could get something to eat as she was starving. Chloe had a younger brother called Tyler who had to be picked up from Elementary school which was 5 mins down the road. Mom then reminded Chloe that Tyler had a hospital appointment at 4:15 so they would be going straight from school to the hospital. This annoyed Chloe as she was so hungry "but Mom I'm soooo hungry cant you drop me home" "I'm sorry love but we don't have time, you know how important this appointment is for your brother we don't want to risk missing it" "ok Mom" Chloe accepted she would just have to go with them to the appointment. She remembered Mom mentioning the appointment before, that it was with a specialist consultant to try and help with Tyler's bedwetting problem. As far as Chloe could remember Tyler had always had occassional problems with wetting the bed, it only happened once every one or two weeks but still that was often enough. she knew how embarrassing it must be for him and knew how much he wanted to stop it happening. She imagined if she had been the one with a bedwetting problem how humiliated she would have felt, but she knew that people her age don't wet their beds. They soon arrived at the hospital, they found their way to the correct department which was quite a long walk as it was upstairs and at the far end of the hospital. When they found the correct area Mom checked Tyler in for the appointment "hello I've got my son Tyler Evans here he's got an appointment with Dr. Johns at 4:15" the receptionist had a look on the computer and then responded "that's great, if you follow the corridor along and take a seat in the waiting area around the corner on the left" "thank you". Part 2 They took a seat where they were asked to by the receptionist. While they sat there a couple of young children and their parents went in for their appointments with other doctors in the same department. She wondered if all the kids she could see were here for similar problems. After a few minutes a doctor who Chloe recognised as Dr. Johns came around the corner and called "Amy White please" Hearing that name mentioned really got Chloe's attention, "surely not" she thought to herself. Chloe though it must just be a coincidence that someone must just have the same name as the girl from school. As she looked on she saw a girl appear from the seating area around the corner, she could see her side on and could clearly tell that it was indeed Amy White from school still in her uniform. The girl followed the doctor around the corner out of sight of the waiting area. She hadn't seen Chloe as the doctors office was in the opposite direction. Chloe quickly said to her mom that she was going to get something from the vending machine which was conveniently placed around the corner near Dr. Johns office. As she made her way around the corner she just saw the back of Dr. Johns as he walked into his office. As he walked in he pushed the door back in order to close it, but it didn't quite click shut and it then fell open by a few inches. She could hear he had sat at his desk. Thinking quickly she quickly got out her phone and turned on the sound recorder, checking no one could see her she then very carefully placed her phone on the ground inside the edge of the door. She knew it was risky but she was willing to take that chance. Chloe then sat in a chair which was right outside the door so she could listen in herself. She really didn't know what to expect to hear but she listened in as they began talking..... "Please take a seat. So Amy when did I last see you it must be a few months now isn't it?" "yea the last time I saw you was in April, so it was about 4 months ago" "and how have things been going since the last time I saw you?" "well to be honest things haven't been going too well really" "ok so is that in terms of the frequency of the accidents" "yes it seems to be happening more often" "How many nights a week would you say it happening now Amy" "to be honest I'd say I'm waking up wet about 5 or 6 times a week, it so embarrassing and really hard to hide from my parents and my younger brother and sister as I really don't want anyone else knowing about this" Chloe was absolutely stunned to be hearing this. "yes I can completely understand how hard this must be for you to deal with at your age, have you been taking any preventative measures to stop the bed from getting wet?" "I have done yes, it's so embarrassing to even admit to it but I've been wearing adult diapers to bed every night which I started doing after the last appointment, it's been so bad I've sometimes had to change in the middle of the night, I'm so worried that my sister or brother are gonna catch me in a diaper as I know they would both find it hilarious that their 18 year old sister still wets the bed" Chloe sat there with her jaw wide open, Amy White the popular, beautiful cheerleader who had been bullying her still wore diapers to bed at 18. "I can totally sympathise Amy, well as long as the diapers you are using are good quality then they should hold your accidents and not allow your sheets to get wet. I guess its just a case of being careful if you want to keep this hidden from your family. I can get the nurse to see you after our appointment if you'd like and she can provide you with a supply of medical grade diapers, would that be something you'd be happy with?" "I guess so as its really expensive and embarrassing buying them for myself" "Ok ill get that sorted for you. Right, the bedwetting you're suffering with is what's is known as secondary enuresis, which is the medical term for when a person has previously been dry at night, which you were who then begins wetting the bed again when they get older. You fit this description as you previously wet the bed up until you were 8. As it has now been happening for a few months and considering your age I don't believe it's something that will just go away. This also leads me to believe that it's a psychological reason that you've developed this issue so the best thing I can do is refer you to a colleague of mine Dr. Lucy Jeffords who is very experienced at dealing with things like this. I will however not fill you with false hope as these sort of conditions can sometimes be very hard to get to the bottom of" "Are you saying that I might never stop wetting the bed?" Chloe could hear Amy sobbing slightly "No Amy I'm not saying that, it's just conditions like this can be very deep-seated and it can take a long time to truly know what's causing it, not to lie to you I have known people go down this route who have had to just accept bed wetting as being part of who they are" "Oh my god so there's a chance i"ll be wearing diapers for the rest of my life" "There's one other thing that I will provide you with Amy that may help which is a enuresis alarm, these are normally used for people much younger but I don't see any reason why we shouldn't try it. The way it works is that it alerts you that you are urinating as soon as it senses any moisture waking you up and hopefully training your brain to wake you up in time in the future. It can take a few months of using this every night before you may see any results so you have to be patient. What you do is clip the alarm box to your nightshirt near the top of your chest, attached to the box is a cable with a clip on the end. You run the cable under your shirt down into your underwear. It needs to be close to your vaginal area as it needs be as close as possible to the wetness to alert you quickly. So for you, when you're changed for bed, you will need to put the cable inside the diaper and clip it to the inside padding". "Ok I guess I may as well try it" Amy still sounding a little upset "Great... look Amy don't get too down on yourself as we still have these two routes to try before we know how this is going to go, ok" "No I suppose you're right" "What I'll do know is send across a request for you now to go straight in and see the nurse, here's your nighttime alarm I guess you'll want to pop that in your bag" "Thanks" At this point Chloe knew the appointment was coming to an end so again checking no one was around she leaned down and reached inside the door and picked her phone up, quickly saving the recording. "Right then Amy if you would like to go and take a seat where you were before the nurse should call you in soon, you will get an appointment letter in the mail to see Dr.Jeffords, I will probably see you again in around 6 months to see how you're getting on" Chloe knew she needed to move before Amy came out and saw her, so she quickly made her way back around to the waiting area where she walked past her Mom saying that she was just going to use the restroom. She stayed in there for a few minutes hoping to avoid Amy seeing her. Amy took a seat where she was before, she wasn't left long before the nurse had called her in. When Chloe came back Dr. Johns was just calling Tyler in for his appointment, she opted to go and sit where she was previously so that when Amy came out of her appointment with the nurse that she wouldn't see her. Meanwhile Amy was extremely embarrassed with her current situation. The usually confident girl all of a sudden didn't feel so confident. The young nurse had called her in, Amy thought she couldn't have been more than about 23 or 24. The nurse was actually quite shocked as most of these requests were for young children or people with disabilities, she had not expected to be handing out diapers to such an attractive girl of that age. However she knew she had to remain professional. "So Amy I've been asked to see you by Dr. Johns, he said you've been having some trouble staying dry at night" "Uuuumm yea I have" The nurse noticed Amy blushing "Right well he's asked me to get you sorted with a supply of adult disposable diapers. What we need to do is make sure you have the correct size so I'm gonna need you to get you to try on a couple of different sizes. If you could just slip off your clothes, you can keep your panties and bra on" "Ok" Amy went behind the privacy curtain and got herself undressed. She was really nervous at having the nurse see her practically naked but she had no choice. She came back out from behind the curtain where the nurse gave her a smile. "Great, if you can lie down on the examination table Amy we"ll try you with a medium first" Amy went and lied down on the table, she couldn't believe this was happening at her age. The nurse then began putting the diaper on her which she had taped on securely in no time. "All done, if you'd like to stand up we can see how we'll it fit's" Amy stood up and put her hands to the diaper noticing how thick and crinkly it was as she began walking around the nurses office. There was a full length mirror on the wall which she looked at herself in. She noticed how it made her butt look huge but at the same time it was quite a snug tight fit. She knew her butt was quite big and toned which plenty of guys had complemented her on anyway as she had been following a fitness programme to get her in shape for her cheerleading. "How does it seem Amy" "I guess it seems to fit well although it seems really thick and crinkly" "Of course it is honey they're not designed to be discreet they're designed to stop the bed getting wet. You would be looking at paying out quite a lot for a pack of tena or attends that might be slightly less bulky but as you only wear protection at night that shouldn't matter" The nurse walked over to Amy and examined the fitment of the diaper, pulling at the edges. "This one seems to be the perfect fit as its tight enough to prevent any leaks. There won't be any need to try on the small what I'll do is send you away today with a package of mediums. If you can try and slip that one off without undoing the tabs then you could use it tonight" Amy managed to gently slide off the diaper which she folded up and pushed to the bottom of her bag. She got herself dressed. The nurse got a package of the diapers out of a store cupboard which she put in a plain white plastic bag and handed to Amy. As Amy left her appointment she quickly made her way back to her car, she felt extremely self conscious walking around with a package of adult diapers. She put them in the trunk and then drove home. Back in Dr. Johns office, Tyler's appointment had finished. Chloe, Mom and Tyler all made their way back to the car. By that time Amy had gone. On the drive home Chloe couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened. She wanted to get home so she could listen to the recording. When Chloe got home she grabbed a few snacks from the cupboard before heading upstairs and locking herself in her room. She got her phone out and started to play the recording. Listening back some parts still shocked her. "to be honest I'd say I'm waking up wet about 5 or 6 times a week, it so embarrassing and really hard to hide from my parents and my younger brother and sister as I really don't want anyone else knowing about this" Yea I bet you don't want anyone else knowing about this Chloe chuckled to herself. "It's so embarrassing to even admit to it but I've been wearing adult diapers to bed every night which I started doing after the last appointment, it's been so bad I've sometimes had to change in the middle of the night, I'm so worried that my sister or brother are gonna catch me in a diaper as I know they would both find it hilarious that their 18 year old sister still wets the bed" Chloe found it funny listening back and hearing Amy's confession to the doctor. "I think a lot of people would find it hilarious that an 18 year old still wear diapers" Chloe thought. Chloe noticed how good quality the recording was as well which was because of how close she had managed to position her phone to Amy and Dr. Johns. Although Chloe was an average girl in most ways one thing she was above average at was anything to do with computers. She decided to transfer the recording and save it to her computer just in case something happened to her phone. She then began searching online, looking through lots of different websites and tumblr's. What she was looking for was a picture of a girl around Amy's age wearing a diaper, either in bed or getting ready for bed. She couldn't believe how many pictures she was finding of women in diapers, she realised a lot of the images were linked to fetish websites. After a long search she settled on one of a pretty girl that looked a little like Amy stood in her bathroom getting ready for bed with a thick disposable diaper very clearly sticking out from under her nightshirt, the image looked as if someone had snuck in on the girl and snapped the pic having caught her in her diapered state. She thought this image would be perfect. She saved it and loaded it in to photoshop. Next she went on Facebook and found Amy's profile. Looking through her pictures she found one of Amy which showed her side on which she knew was ideal to use. With both images loaded onto photoshop Chloe put her skills to work. It took her a while to get it right but the end result was worth it. What she had was a picture that no one would even suspect of being photoshopped, which showed Amy getting ready to go to bed, very clearly with a diaper on. She knew this accompanied by the recording would mean Amy's secret would be out and the whole school would soon know she wore diapers at night. Later on that night at Amy's house. It was getting late so Amy knew it was time to go to bed. Her brother and sister were in bed so she knew this meant it was safer for her to go and put her diaper on. She got her pj's out of her drawer and then got the diaper out of her bag. As there were no tabs to tape on as they were already done up Amy decided to get changed in her room. She took off her clothes and panties. She then unfolded the diaper and pulled it up finding it to be quite tight, after a bit of pulling and wiggling she had it on securely around her waist. She then quickly put on her pj pants which required some force to get them over the diaper as it was so thick. She put her top on which covered the waistband which was sticking out. As she was about to get into bed she remembered what Dr.Johns had given her earlier; the bedwetting alarm. She knew she would have to use it to have any chance of curing her problem. She got it from her bag and tried to remember how he had said to use it. She clipped the alarm unit onto her shirt at the top of her chest, and then ran the cable down under her shirt into her diaper. She clipped it into place on the inside of her diaper before hopping into bed and soon drifting off to sleep... It was 3am at Amy's house and there was not a sound to be heard. Until suddenly BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP..... Amy was in a very deep sleep and was having a familiar dream about getting up and going to use the bathroom, she dreamt she had woken up desperate to pee and had walked to the bathroom, except the reality was she was still asleep and her bathroom was her diaper. The alarm continued loudly BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP Amy didn't flinch Soon her sister Charlotte was woken by the noise. She made her way to Amy's room to find Amy asleep. She began shaking Amy to wake up. Amy just made a few groaning noises. "Amy wake up WAKE UP!!" Charlotte shouted Eventually Amy began to come round and realise what was going on "Finally Amy, what the hell is that noise?" Amy quickly realised it was her bedwetting alarm so she pressed the button to turn it off. She un-clipped it and discreetly disconnected the cable. "Why have you got an alarm strapped to your chest" Amy panicked hoping her sister didn't know what it was "I uuuuuu thought I would use my alarm clock tonight but I must have set it to the wrong time" "Why would you do that you normally use your phone. And why the hell would you strap it to your chest" "I keep sleeping through my phone alarm as it's not loud enough. I strapped it there so it would definitely wake me up" Amy looked at her sister who seemed to have bought her response "Whatever, the way you sleep you could sleep through a hurricane. That took ages to wake you up, I'm surprised you don't pee the bed sometimes that would be hilarious big sis" Charlotte could tell her sister didn't find that last remark very funny. She then yanked the duvet off her sister. Luckily for Amy the bed was dry and her diaper wasn't showing. "Just checking" "Strangely enough I grew out of that when I was about 3 Charlotte. Just go back to bed and stop being a pest I need to get some sleep we've both got school in the morning" "Alright goodnight then big sis" Amy knew there was no way she would be able to use the bedwetting alarm again after that, she thought about how close Charlotte was to finding her out. She felt around her diaper that it was quite wet but though it should hold out until morning. She reached inside it to unclip the sensor which she put in her bag to throw away. After a few minutes she drifted back to sleep...
  23. Hi, I'm Alejandro from Venezuela, and I need help, I want to tell my mother that I want to wear diapers. Wetting the bed didn't worked, when I was 8 I was a bedwetter for 8 months and nothing happened, i'm trying to become incontinent again to SEE if this time she will buy diapers for me. She doesn't know that I like diapers so I'm trying todo force her to buy diapers for me. And... What brand of diapers would I use? Remember that i'm from Venezuela so there aren't too many choices (goodnites, drynites, tena and other brands of diapers don't exist in Venezuela).
  24. Never Have I Ever The Tale of Samantha Wynn Chapter 1 – Drinking Games. “Hey Shawn, instead of just sitting here drinking tonight, let’s play a game!” I squealed and patted his arm in excitement. “Alright babe. Remember I’m kinda fried. It was a long week. I don’t have a lot of brain cells left. Nothing hard. Yeah?” Shawn Billings warned me with a smile on his face. “K. I wanna play a drinking game. So it’ll be perfect!” I told him squeezing his arm and tugging on him excitedly. “Let’s watch a movie we’ve seen a million times so we don’t have to concentrate on it!” I jumped up from the couch, and padded over to our DVD collection swaying my ruffled ass seductively. I looked over our book shelves turned DVD library. We didn’t really own any books between the two of us, but I had a couple of old bookshelves when he’d asked me to move in. We ended up keeping them and filling them with our DVD collections. We have a great stock of movies, Shawn had the complete spawn series of comic books, and I had all three The Walking Dead compendiums. That was the extent of our printed copies. I have a ton of Disney and other cartoons. I love the old movies The Flight of Dragons, The Last Unicorn, and The Secret of NIMH. I looked over all of our DVDs trying to decide what we needed to watch. My eyes landed on The Flight of Dragons and the old title brought a smile to my face, but I was looking for something more on the adult side of things that night. We have everything separated by genre, so most of my stuff was in one bookshelf and his stuff in the other. A twenty-six year old girl and a twenty-nine year old guy don’t need a section of kid’s movies or vintage cult cartoon classics section, but we had an impressive one! I shook my head looking over the DVDs, like I often did. It was stupid to stand there. It was like someone staring at a McDonald’s menu. If you have to read the menu, you’re in the wrong spot. I remembered when I moved in and Shawn insisted on putting his Dragon Ball Z collection on the cartoon shelves, but I’d insisted on the drama or action sections. He got kind of instant, so I had backed off and told him it was ok because it was animated. I justified it to myself so I didn’t have to concede to his will. I’m a strong independent twenty-first century woman and all that, and I don’t need no man telling me what to do! But I sure do hate conflict. So I practiced my favorite conflict resolution technique. Avoidance. Makes the world go round! But there wasn’t any conflict tonight. Nope we were totally on the same page this time. There’d be nothing this weekend, but sleeping-in-bliss ahead of us. We had groceries, I had our laundry done, and it was cold enough to keep us inside most of this weekend. I had visions of epic lounging, binge watching TV, and deepening my relationship with the man of my dreams. It was going to be epic! “Uh, Wild Things, The Princess Bride, or The Never Ending Story?” I asked stacking the deck. Like there was any choice! “Well, that’s a no brainer baby.” Shawn chuckled. I didn’t bother asking. I mean Neve Campbell kissing a chick. Hell, that even gets me going! It was perfect! We’ve seen it so many times that the plot was meaningless and it was just softcore porn. “Movie time!” I sang skipping into the room smiling at my own cleverness. “Listen Hon, if I asked really nice. Like batted my eyes and everything, would you fix us some popcorn to go with the booze?” Shawn begged me. “Anything is possible. We’ll just have to see. Lay some beggin on me!” I teased him. Shawn lit on a full-fledged Roger Rabbit pweeze spitting all over the place. I just smiled at him and got up and went to the kitchen. I tossed him the hand towel from the sink and started some popcorn. “Use that new Carmike popcorn salt baby!” He bellowed at me. “Ooo! I forget about that. Great idea. I love the internet!” I sang out the last line. I grabbed some Dr. Pepper, water, and Smirnoff. I wanted a good buzz, but I didn’t want to be so drunk I pissed myself, or blew the night by hurling everywhere! To do that I had to stay hydrated. I knew that meant a ton of bathroom trips, but we all make sacrifices…lol It took a few trips to the living room to get everything settled. Shawn thanked me profusely. To the point his gratitude was making me a little uncomfortable. ‘Geez, it’s just a few snacks. You’d think I brought him a million bucks er somethin.’ I blushed humbly. “It’s nothing honey.” I told him pawing at his arm in dismissal. I started the movie and skittered off to our bedroom to change into something both more comfortable and more revealing. I was practically giddy with excitement. I changed into a pink lacey teddy. My tiny chest and luminously pale skin were only just visible through the lingerie. I giggled at the excessive side-boob in my full length mirror. I pulled the matching pair of sexy shorts up my legs to my size eight waist. I turned my lacey ruffled butt toward the mirror striking the pose from the little girl on the old Coppertone suntan lotion bottles minus the puppy and the partial moon. I felt cute, bubbly, and sexy. In short, I felt terrific. I raced back to the living room and pounced on my end of the couch smiling like a lunatic. I guess I was gone longer than I thought cause Shawn had paused the movie at the opening scene already. My energy was infectious and brought a sexy lopsided smile to my tired man’s face. He’d put in like sixty hours again this week. The bank was working my honey buns to the bone. He hadn’t been to the gym in like a month. ‘I’ll give him all the exercise he needs this weekend.’ I thought devilishly. “Alright. Angle you’re smile has got me. We’ve been dating almost two years and living together for what like four months? And, still you seem so excited to see me. I tell you it just makes me excited to get home to you too.” He told me melting my heart. We had our first kiss of the night with me on all fours on the couch and him sitting in his well-worn spot. It was a fun sporty kiss and I loved it like I loved him. If I had a tail, I swear to God it’d have been wagging I was so damn happy. ‘God, I wish he’d just ask me to marry him. I’d agree with my very next breath.’ I smiled at our future and turned to face him on the couch. My shorts were loose around the crotch and I was flashing him my hair free personal places. I was going for seductive and happy not slutty, so I went with occasional shows instead of just full on frontal nudity. Besides, my clothes had a point too. I was having a blast and so was Shawn. I’m not a super skinny girl, but I wasn’t too self-conscious. Shawn did a fantastic job of making me feel terrific about myself. My lacey top helped me sit around showing off, but giving me some cover on my slightly insecure places. “Ok! So. We are going to play my version of Never Have I Ever.” I told him. “Alright.” He said patiently prompting me to continue with his goofy lopsided smile. “Ok, Never Have I Ever is more fun in a large group, Right? Right.” I continued after asking my rhetorical question. “So we are going to play it a little differently. You know spice it up a bit. If you ‘Have Ever’, you have to drink like normal. The twist is, if they ‘Have Ever’ you get to ask a question about their ‘Have Ever’ and they have to answer truthfully.” I told him. “I’m going to call this Never Have I Ever Truth or Dared.” He laughed. “Ok, so it’s not super clever, but it drags it out a little and we might learn some new stuff about each other.” I told him smiling. “Oh wait. There’s more. You can refuse to answer up to three times, but every time you refuse you lose some clothes. Gotta be totally naked at three though! First one naked looses!” I tugged my top, bottom, and socks. “Never Have I Ever Truth or Strip?” He tested the long name smiling. “I like it! I’ll go first.” He said staring at me. “Never Have I Ever – Been Arrested.” He asked getting into the spirit. Shawn knew I had a clean record, but I’d never told him I’d been picked up when I was underage. I’m sure someone had, probably mom. I was only twelve, and it was taken off at eighteen. Still, I was honest about the fact that I was picked up and took my drink. It was embarrassing, and he’s been pestering me about it for years. Who wants to tell their hopeful future husband that she was arrested for stealing from a convenience store? Even more embarrassing, I got arrested for stealing a package of diapers!
  25. Jess, at 23 years old, hadn't noticed the accident that had occurred, her undies, were soaked, and there was an evident wet patch under her bum. This certainly hadn't been the first accident that she had had, but this one she had barely noticed. She rolled over slightly, knowing that if her sheets were pulled back, the accident would be completely evident. She slept rather soundly, her thumb teasing the opening of her mouth. [Females only pls and thank you ; ) looking for a Mommy, girlfriend, auntie, etc to diaper and baby her]