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  1. Gabriella, short name Gabby, is a 12 year old girl who is entering high school. But that's not the biggest kicker cuz she's not just entering high school at merely the age of 12 going on 13 but she is going to school in Japan. The reason she is entering high school early it's because her entire life she has been home home-schooled and her parents found a little program where she could go to school for a year in Japan and stay with a Homestay parent. For a long time Gabriella has been talking about wanting to be a Japanese idol singer so this could be a real opportunity to her. She is currently at the house of her home state dad Kenji as the program leader is explaining something to him that she can't understand because she has no chance to learn the language love the country. But she is also facing another problem she has not had the chance to go potty all day and she is currently Crossing her legs. It was an 18 hour flight just to get here in the bathroom on the plane looked too disgusting to use the bathrooms at the airport look weird and it was a 4 drive to get here. So she is bursting. In the car on the way here she had to let a bit of it out but she let out too much and she is sure that her what skirt was seen and she has to pee even more now
  2. jan241989

    Stepdaughter (open)

    This role play is about a stepdaughter who has to go live with her father and stepmother. I'll play the stepdaughter named kelly.
  3. Chicago_daddy_84

    A new roommate (private w/baby goth)

    Phoebe was a 28 year old who had recently finished her PhD in Economics. After doing that she bought herself a condo in a decent sized suburban city and really wanted to focus more on her personal life after so much time in school. She taught a handful of classes online to support herself. One thing Phoebe had always been into was the ab/dl scene... though she'd never really done much in person, she had always imagined what it would be like to have a girl or boy of her own in diapers. It got her excited anytime she thought about it. She would love to take care of someone like that, but also found a thrill in the idea of taking an otherwise normal adult and trying to turn them into her baby. Phoebe decided she would try to enact her fantasy on her soon to be roommate, 19 year old Erin. She had met Erin once, when Erin came by to see the place. Erin seemed to her like a bit of a keep to herself type...she was a bit below average height and pretty thin. Phoebe could tell Erin wasn't much of a girly girl but something about her made Phoebe think she might just be the right 'type'. Though Phoebe literally knew almost nothing about her. Phoebe had decided to start with a few bold moves on day one to really get an idea of if Erin could be her little girl. It was 5pm and Phoebe knew Erin would be arriving soon. Phoebe told Erin the room would be fully furnished so she figured Erin wouldn't have much to move in. Phoebe was taller, about average build but decently busty...she was in light wash jeans and a casual loose fitting top that exposed a shoulder. Her hair was dark brown and medium length back in a ponytail.
  4. I am really excited to have started this project. I am hoping I actually have the spirit to finish this one because I really have a clear idea of what is happening with the characters, what I want to have happen. I am already writing Chapter Seven and I have just added Chapter five below. Yes, I took the warning about abuse off, because I don't think I'm getting too deep into it, however, there is mention of it especially in October's Story, I think that's Chapter Two, though it's not traditional hitting or anything sexual.... It's really just brain games, but abuse and mean just the same. Jessica was abused, too, but I've only really touched the surface with it to this point. When I do get to the point where I'll explain it in detail, I'll try to remember to give warning, though in Chapter six or seven, there is a glimpse of it when she describes how she ended up in jail while on the bus with everyone. To help the reader, I have specially made little headers here and there where I tell the story from a certain character's point of view. Since I switch a lot between views, it is important to pay attention to the red tags with main character names. Brenda: The header will look something like the name above, Brenda, after which, the story will be told from Brenda's point of a view for a few paragraphs, and then a new name header will appear with the story from that person's point of view. I think this is the best way to give the complete story without making it seem like one character knows everything! Finished through: Chapter Eleven/Twelve for previewing: Working on: Chapter Thirteen Proof Reading: Chapter Twelve-- Expect this to change soon. please tell me if you catch any mistakes while you are reading.... The Kid Rescue Program (KRP) Table of Contents: The Main Characters: Adam Imelda age: 10 Robyn Jessica age:11 Brenda: Anna age 10: Jason: October age:11 Chapters and Page Numbers: Chapters layout page 2 Chapter One page 3 Kid Rescue Program Chapter Two page 13 October’s Story Chapter Three page 25 Dividing the Responsibilities Chapter Four page 41 Healthy Fifth Graders Don’t… Chapter Five page 63 Little Girls know where the Carmel Is Chapter Six page 87 Misadventures of House Alpha-G Chapter Seven page 123 School Troubles Chapter Eight page 160 Trouble for Adam Chapter Nine page 192 Surviving School Chapter Ten page 248 Play Time Chapter Eleven page 290 Jessica's Revelation Chapter Twelve page 333 Justice Seeks its own End Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter One: Kid Rescue Program Adam Adam frowned as four little girls were led into his office by six male officers of the law, all of them bound with their hands in front of them, and their ankles also bounded. He knew that these girls were coming from jail, and had only served one to ten days of their sentences, and so were a flight risk, but still…. They were only ten or eleven years old, and they were certainly no match for the people in charge of them. Surely, it wasn’t necessary to bind them like that. What was more, Adam shook his head at it, was that every one of the girls had peed her pants, and he was sure that that had to do with something the guards must have forced. One, maybe her fault, but all four? That was ridiculous. “Is there a reason you didn’t stop and let the children use the bathroom on the way here?” Adam asked the officers. “We were told that the house we were taking the children to would have a young man in charge of it, so the people in charge thought we were escorting boys. When we started to pick them up, and we called it in, it was too late to change officers, so we didn’t have anyone to escort them to the toilets. We are not allowed to leave them alone outside of the jail or until we get them signed into your custody, so we didn’t dare let them out of the van.” Adam sighed. “That’s stupid! They should have been told that this is a girls’ dorm. Yes, it has me running this house, but all of the houses have two men and two women running them for the kids’ benefit. The program is supposed to show the kids good role models with both genders so that they can compare that to what they have lived in so far. I swear, the government is so stupid sometimes.” Adam signed the papers that transferred custody of the four girls from the officers to House Alpha-G. He knew that continuing to complain to these officers was pointless. They were just doing what they were told, but he really wanted to complain to the people in charge about mixing up the police department like that and making these little girls shame themselves! “Have a seat,” Adam told the four little girls gesturing at the chairs on the other side of his desk. “I know you are uncomfortable and embarrassed, but the sooner we can get the business part of the orientation over with, the sooner we can get you kids out of those dirty clothes, okay?” The girls seemed too nervous, too embarrassed, too… something, to argue about sitting down like they were. Judging from how they just hung their heads and waited for Adam to continue as though resigned to their fate, Adam wondered how long they had already been in those soaked pants. Still, he had to do things properly or he could get in trouble…. Jessica: Jessica sat down in one of the middle seats, feeling her wet pants squelch in the seat under her. Fearful blue eyes kept looking at her wet lap, and her darker yellow blond hair hung in a messy stingy mess around her face as they had taken her hairband and anything else she would have used to tie her hair up for fear it could be a weapon. She had been sentenced to six years for stabbing a man with a pair of scissors just three days prior to being loaded into a van, driven around to pick up three other kids from other jails in different towns, and then finally taken to this place where she would serve the rest of her sentence. She didn’t know much about this place yet, only that it was something like juvenile jail. All through the van ride that had lasted about thirty hours, she had not been allowed to leave the van or even the very seat she was sitting on for any reason. They brought her food to eat there, and they made sure she had plenty to drink, but it lacked a bathroom. Even after a teary eyed plea for over an hour, they wouldn’t relent, and she peed herself for the first time since she had been potty trained. After that, because it was thirty hours after all, she couldn’t help it three more times really causing her to feel ashamed and scared. Now, they finally had her at her destination, but proper procedures were far more important than her or the other girls’ dignities. She sighed and waited to hear what the young man in front of her had to say. Adam: The more Adam looked at these innocent looking faces, and thought about the files that he was given, the more he felt that a mistake had been made about all of them. Even the most violent one, or the one with the most serious charge, anyway, just sat there quietly while he explained the house rules to her, even though she was forced to sit in pee soaked pants. “Because you have all been found guilty of serious charges, they have had to make a choice about whether to send you to adult prison, or to put you in this program. Your charges are too serious to put you with other kids in kid-jail. Because of that, we big people in this program have total responsibility over you and everything you do,” Adam started to explain. “First of all, privacy is not a right here, it is a privilege. It can only be earned by doing what you are told and earning our trust to let you do certain things on your own….” Adam hated telling the kids that, but it was a rule that he, himself had to follow, not something he had decided on. He was in this program to get credits for a social research class in order to earn a license as a juvenile delinquent social worker. “Now, each of you kids will…,” and he noticed that one of the kids had timidly raised her hand a bit and looked up at him hopefully. “Yes? Is it important?” he asked the little Mexican looking thinner girl with black hair and sullen face. The girl started to shake her head ‘no’, but put both her hands between her legs. “Do you have to use the bathroom?” he asked her. The little girl nodded. “What is your name, honey?” “Imelda,” she whimpered slightly. He pulled open her file and glanced at it to remind himself of which kid this was. He smiled up at her. “Well, that seems pretty important to me,” he told her. “If it was me, I’d say it was important, honey. Stand up and come with me.” The girl smiled ever so slightly at him. Adam put his arm around the little girl’s shoulder, and he directed her towards an open doorway behind the chairs that the girls sat in. There was no door to close off the room he took her to, but he pointed out a toilet for her, and stood by the doorway so he could keep an eye on her and the others sitting at by the desk who were now looking at him. Imelda looked up at him hesitating. “I’m sorry,” Adam explained. “I told you, privacy is something you will have to earn. If you want to pee, you can do it now, or you can do it later, but either way, you will not have any privacy, honey.” She nodded and looking down at the floor, walked to the toilet. She stood in front of it for a minute, looked back at him, and then shook her head and walked back to him. “You’re scared to pull your pants down because I’m watching, aren’t you?” he asked her. “Yes,” she whispered. “But also I have to pull these back up. It’s going to be harder pulling them back up than just wetting my pants again.” Adam shook his head. “You won’t have to pull them back up, sweetie. I promise. I’ll get you something else to wear if you pull them down to pee.” Imelda looked up at him, her innocent eyes shining for a minute. Then she whispered. “Do you have to watch?” He nodded. “I’m sorry, but yes, until you get our trust, someone will always have to watch, honey.” She nodded and went back to the toilet to pull her pants and undies down. “Are you going to stay way over there?” she asked. He nodded. “I have to watch the other girls too, and can’t see them if I go all the way in there with you, so yes, I’ll be right here at the doorway the whole time.” With that reassurance, she finally pulled down her soaked jeans and panties and sat on the toilet to pee. “Just take them all the way off,” Adam told her. “You can’t pull those things back up, and the only one to see you naked from the bottom down right now, is me and the other girls, who are girls, honey.” Imelda nodded and pulled her pants the rest of the way off before peeing into the toilet. Then she looked up at him. “If you are done, wipe yourself with toilet paper, and then I’ll take you girls into the other room where I have some clean clothes for all of you.” Imelda smiled and nodded. He was doing this sort of out of order. Technically, he should have probably made her pull her pants up again and continued the business side of the orientation before changing the girls, but he knew that he couldn’t bring himself to forcing her to pulling those soaked pants back up, and he saw the other girls, and knew they were uncomfortable, too. As he looked over at the other girls, his heart shuddered. One of them had pee pouring off the back of her chair, but she didn’t even bother to stand up, to try to hide what she was doing, or to ask to use the potty. She just peed her pants like that. Adam let Imelda come to him, and then he motioned for the other girls to come closer. “What’s your name?” he asked the blond who had shorter hair and was looking way under-weight. She was the one that had just peed her pants in front of him. “October?” she whimpered. “It’s okay, honey. You didn’t know you could use the toilet until the other girl was already in the toilet, did you?” She shook her head no. “Anyone else want to use the bathroom before we go get you kids cleaned up?” Jessica stepped forward and he stepped aside to let her pass. The other Mexican girl, this one heavyset, with a heavy big brownish head kept looking down at the floor, and sniffled a bit when she saw that two of the girls were allowed to pee in the toilet. “You must be Anna?” Adam tried to confirm the heavier Mexican girl’s name, but she didn’t look at him until he said her name. “Don’t you speak English?” he asked her. She shook her head no. She understood a few words like ‘speak’ and ‘English’, but mostly, was at a loss when it came to speaking the language. Her file said that her family had illegally immigrated to the United States just six months before, so it made sense that she didn’t speak the language well. Adam put his arm around the girl and whispered. “It’s okay.” As he did so, he smelled her, and what he smelled made him nearly gag. The girl had not only wet her pants, but had pooped on herself as well. No wonder she was upset at seeing the other kids could use the bathroom. How long had she been in messy pants? He shook his head and sighed. “It’s okay, Anna. It’s okay.” After Jessica had finished, he gestured for Anna to go, but she just shook her head. She didn’t seem to have to go now. Maybe she had just done it in her pants a little before they dropped the kids in his care like that…. Either way it was time to get these kids cleaned up. Two of them were naked from the bottom down, and two of them were still in wet or messy pants. Adam wiggled his “come here” forefinger at the girls as he directed them at the archway directly across the archway that went to the toilet. Through this one, there was a bedroom-like feel to it with a bed covered in a plastic sheet and sheet over that to be laid on, a dresser next to it with diapers on it and wet wipes, and there were several unpacked boxes around the rest of the room blocking them from the closet on the other side of the room. “You first,” he motioned to Imelda. “You’ve been naked longer than Jessica and probably want your modesty back. Get on the bed and lay down.” “I thought you were just going to hand me….” “Honey, please get on the bed,” Adam said a little stern scold in his voice. “I’ll explain what we are going to do in a minute.” He reached into the dresser and pulled out an apron handing it to Jessica. “Here, put that on for now, and I’ll get you dressed right after I get Imelda finished.” “So, you are actually going to dress us?” Imelda asked as she climbed on the bed. “I told you, I’ll explain everything once you’ve obeyed, me, sweetie. Now, this would have been easier for you girls to have understood had I been able to finish the orientation first, but it seems all four of you had to pee again, and while that’s not your fault, I can’t just leave you there to suffer while I take an hour or two to talk, especially with you trying to hold it so that two of you ended up peeing your pants again, now can I?” He got some wet wipes and started towards Imelda. “This is going to be embarrassing, honey. I know you are not a baby, but we have some rules that we have to follow. These are not just my rules, but rules of the program. You girls cannot be trusted with certain things until you prove to your guardian that you are trustworthy again….” “What does not trusting us have to do with cleaning ourselves and changing our own clothes?” Jessica interrupted. Adam patiently listened to her question knowing that he would likely do the same if the situation were reversed. “Well, one of the ways you can show us that you are ready to be good girls and not get in trouble, is by obeying your guardian all the time. Obeying your guardian means letting them take care of certain things when you make mistakes, or when bad things happen to you. Right now, every one of you kids are wet. It’s not something you did, but something bad did happen to you, right?” He looked Jessica in the eye waiting her response. Jessica looked straight back at him, quiet for several minutes, and then she finally looked at the floor and nodded. Jessica: The man had just approached one of the other girls, the other naked girl with wet wipes and a diaper, and Jessica spoke up trying to save her the humiliation of not only having to wear a diaper, but have it put on her like a baby. Not only that, but she knew she would be next, so by saving the other girl, she was really trying to save herself, too. “What does not trusting us have to do with whether we change our clothes?” she had asked him thinking that it made sense and that he would have to back off. Adam smiled at her and showing a lot of patience, he then began to explain his logic. Jessica shook her head as she heard him, but in the end, they started at each other for several minutes, and Jessica really couldn’t say that something bad had not happened. They were all in wet pants. That was bad. She just finally looked down and knew that he had won this round. Jessica watched as the guy with brown hair, a narrow face with big blue eyes and a few freckles, and very fit on top of it, though not bulging with muscles then turn back towards the Mexican girl on the bed and he put the wet wipes down next to her and took her hands. “Honey,” Adam said patiently and calmly. “Do you want to go around all afternoon and evening naked?” for she had started to try to cover her privates with her hands and close her legs so he couldn’t clean her up or put the diaper on her. Imelda looked up at him with large almond amber eyes and a soft frown that looked scared. “Of course you don’t,” Adam whispered to her. “If you cooperate, this will be all over in minutes, and then after I finish the orientation and hand each of you to your guardians, your guardians can decide whether you stay in the diaper or they let you change into some panties, okay?” Imelda heard what he was saying as well as Jessica did. Jessica frowned, but if letting him clean her up would make it go faster, and if they could get to their real guardian as soon as he was done with orientation, then she would cooperate if not just to the have the chance to argue with her guardian that she didn’t need diapers, and that she only wet her pants because she was stuck in the car since the night before yesterday. Apparently, Imelda thought the same after a few minutes, and Jessica saw her relax her legs and let Adam start to clean her up. Jessica looked down at the floor knowing that she was next, and she played with her fingers as she sniffled a little. Tears came to her eyes long before it was her turn to lay on the bed. She was definitely next, and she was going to be in a diaper sooner than later…. Chapter Two October’s Story October: For October, when the man took each girl in turn and put her in a diaper, finally getting to her, putting her on her back, and then starting to undo her pants, this was nothing new…. Two years before being convicted of stealing, the third grader had met the man that would be her stepdad. He was very nice to her at first, as she remembered it, and she didn’t really remember him ever being that mad at her or actually hitting her like some men do kids that aren’t theirs. “Is that your little October?” the strange man sitting in her almost empty living room for it looked as though a robber had been through the house while she was at school, ask. He had brown hair and brown eyes, but she mostly liked his friendly smile. “That’s her,” her mother had said. “That’s October!” October had just come in from riding her bike home from school, and was expecting to see her mom talking with a friend, but as it was, the house was now nearly empty. “What’s going on, mommy?” she asked her mother. “Honey, remember I told you we may have to move sooner than later?” she asked. “Mommy got a letter this morning, so I called on my very good friend, Jack, to see if he had any ideas….” His idea, was that the family come and live with him. He was more than a friend, and within two weeks, he and her mother were married, not that October had a problem with it at the time. He was very nice to her mom, and he always had time to listen to her when she talked about school. She was overjoyed, and had started to like the idea of him being her daddy within those two weeks that they had before it was sealed and official. A week after they got married, however, a few things started to change for the then eight year old girl. October had just come home from school on her bike as she always did, but her mom’s car was still missing. Only her stepdad’s truck was in the driveway. Without thinking too much about it, the young girl walked into the house and put her bag on the floor, and then went to the kitchen where she found stepdaddy cooking. “October,” he said sounding somewhat serious. “Yes, daddy?” He turned off the stove, and then held his hand out for her. He wanted her to take it, just like he did when she crossed the road when he took her for walks on Saturdays. “What’s wrong?” she wondered starting to feel a bit nervous at his actions. They were home. There was no reason for him to want her to take his hand, was there? She complied though not wanting to make him mad. He then walked her down to the laundry room, and then on top of the dryer, she saw three pairs of her panties lying on the machine, and each one stained kind of funny. “Explain to me why these panties were pushed behind the dryer instead of in the dirty clothes,” he demanded of her. October shrugged. She really didn’t know. She didn’t put them there, or at least, she didn’t remember putting them there…. “You’re lying,” the man went on without her voicing anything but just taking her shrug as an ‘I don’t know.’ “You pissed your pants and tried to hide it, didn’t you?” October’s mouth dropped. She hadn’t wet the bed since she was six, or at least she didn’t think she did. And it had been much longer than that since she had had an accident in her pants. At least that’s how she remembered it. “Pull down your jeans,” her stepdad said sounding like he was not going to take no for an answer, and sounding dangerously mad if she refused what she thought he thought was a reasonable request. October, shaking a bit, pulled down her pants for him, and he inspected her jeans first and then her undies. “Pull down your panties,” he said. She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. “Please, no, daddy!” “No?” he demanded. “No? Why not?” She was shaking. She didn’t know what to say or expect, but she was scared that he intended to do something strange. Never had anyone told her to pull her pants down before, at least not since she could remember. “Pull them down right now, or else….” He threatened. October pulled her panties down and then he looked into them and nodded. “Just as I thought,” he told her. He grabbed her shaking hand and made her touch the middle of her panties where she felt something a little moist and slimy. What was more, as she stood there, fear numbing the pains and warnings her in her stomach, she soon became aware of a fountain starting to come from her privates peeing all over the floor. “You’re peeing, again, and if I had not had you pull down your pants, you’d have just been peeing through your clothes, but look at you! Your still getting it all over them because you are still standing, little girl!” October started to cry. The man softened and he bent down the moment she stopped peeing. He reached for her little hands, and he pulled her to stand in front of him. “I’m not mad about the pee on the floor,” he told her. “I’m not even mad about the three pair of previously wet panties. What I am mad about, is your hiding them, baby.” She didn’t know what to say. If she had not just peed on herself and all over the floor, she would have told him she had not peed herself, and she had not hidden them as there was nothing to hide, but now she had wet, and her panties she had dropped to her knees were as stained as the ones on the dryer, and she now knew that it did indeed look like she had peed her pants several times. If he really did find them behind the dryer like that, then she could see why he thought she had peed her pants…. About a year after he had found the stained panties and started to believe she was peeing her pants, and even doing it on purpose, she had gotten used to him making her come to him in the morning to check her panties before she could go to the bathroom to pee. Sometimes, that lead to leaking in her panties so badly, that he would again remind her that he knew she was just a baby and couldn’t help it, and the main reason he was checking her was not to see if she was wet, but to make sure she didn’t try to hide it or lie to him because he also knew she was getting older and that it embarrassed her. One day, during that year, she didn’t know whose idea it was, but her old friend from her old school was invited to stay the night with her. Because she had not wanted her friend to think she was a baby, she hid anything that she could to draw attention to her friend that she might still be peeing her pants even if it was true. Somehow, she had survived the two day sleepover without her friend discovering her peeing her pants even if stepdaddy called her to the bathroom to check her. He didn’t tell her why she had to go to the bathroom with him, and her friend didn’t ask, so she hoped that her friend wasn’t the wiser, however, that had caused another problem two days after her friend had gone home. October was standing then, a fourth grader and around ten years old. She had come home in the afternoon after school to find her stepdaddy in a mood that scared her much like the first time he found out she was leaking in her panties. Eventually, she did just accept that maybe she was leaking pee in her panties because she was almost always wet when he checked her. “October, come with me,” he said with the same air as the year before, only this time, he took her to her room. She saw on her bed, a pair of wet in jeans and two pair of panties one of which had dried poop on them. “I thought you knew the rule,” he told her. “I don’t mind if you pee your pants because you are just a baby and can’t help it, but you don’t hide it and lie to me….” October started to open her mouth to explain that she had not hidden the clothes from him, but he shushed her. “Don’t say another word right now,” he told her. “You are tempted to lie to me, and I don’t want you to do that because then I’ll have to punish you even harsher.” She became quiet. “Since you hid these things in your closet so I wouldn’t see that you pooped your pants at school or something, and mainly, I just want you to be up front about your accidents and tell me when you are wet or messy, your punishment is that you cannot wear any pants or a skirt around the house. Take off your skirt, right now.” She felt tears stinging her eyes. She had hidden the messy clothes, but they were clothes he had already seen. She had only meant to hide them from her friend, but she was afraid of making him mad by back talking and making him think she was lying, so she just pulled down her skirt and took it off so he could see her still dry panties. That wasn’t the end of it though. Later, because he was now watching her the rest of the day closely, she wasn’t allowed to play, not that she’d want to go outside anyway in just panties, but she was in front of him all the time, and he wouldn’t even let her use the toilet without asking him. Eventually, during that same evening as she was first caught and punished for hiding poopy panties, something she had done while she waited for him to check her a couple of mornings before, she had to use the bathroom badly. He was talking to her mom, so she knew better than to interrupt, and when it became unbearable, she just peed her pants right there in front of him and her mother like a three year old. Of course, tears had streamed down her face as she peed, and only her whimpering finally got his attention so that when she went over to him all soaked, he shook his head at her and told her mom that she needed to learn to be a good girl. “This kid hides her dirty things, pees her pants without telling us, and then cries about it like this. If she would just behave, and notice for herself when to use the bathroom and you know….” He went on with her other misdeeds…. “She wouldn’t be in this situation wetting her pants right there in front of us in nothing but panties on, would she?” It seemed her mother had to agree with him. “I want her to learn better than to hide her wet or messy panties from us. The only way she’s going to do that, is if we teach her that something will happen that she doesn’t like if she makes mistakes….” Her mother nodded. “I don’t want her going to her own room to sleep tonight,” he was starting to form a new plan to punish her. Her mother agreed with everything he said and did. “Actually, she can just stay up all night standing next to my side of the bed, that way, I’ll see if she’s peed herself if I wake up in the night.” Still, her mommy agreed with him, and October could only look at the floor knowing that he was just trying to teach her to be a good girl. She wanted to be a good girl. She liked him most of the time. Most of the time, he bought her nice things and made her feel happy. It was only when she did things like this, that he would have to punish her that made her feel really sad. It must have been her fault for being a baby. That night, because he never really blamed her for peeing her pants, and never thought to think about water after a certain time was the problem, or try to in anyway change her diet or hydration schedule, he had had her drink the usual cup of juice about an hour and a half before bed, and then some milk just before bed. She never understood why he insisted that she could drink these things at this time, but it seemed like he took care of her in other ways, so that it just made sense to her that he was trying to keep her healthy. The juice and the milk, however, also had the effect of making her have to pee in the night sometimes, and this night in particular, when she was not allowed to sleep, and so her body was not slowing down enough to delay the need, she found herself standing in the dark room facing her sleeping daddy doing a potty dance. He expected her to pee anyway, and while she was sure he would not be that upset by her peeing her pants, she couldn’t just do it on purpose. She was not a baby, and she really wanted to prove that. Well, maybe not really, but either way, her body did. It wouldn’t relax even if she wanted it to. It was hard to know what time it was when she first felt her panties get a little warm and moist from a small amount leaking past before she was able to cut it off. But seeing that the sun was nowhere near paling the colors of the bedroom curtains, she knew that she would be all wet before morning. She had tried to keep herself awake and keep her mind off of her aching bladder for a long time by playing head games with herself, playing house with her imagination where she was the parent and was telling her own little child the same things her stepdaddy was teaching her. She would try to remember something for a big test. She would think and think until a strong urge made her crouch in anticipation, a little bit more leaked, and then she would hold it a bit longer. Eventually, just as the light started to pale against the curtain, she felt her body at its limit. It was tired, it ached from holding it so long, and it just couldn’t stop the explosion of the bursting dam that quickly poured down her legs like a torrential rainfall and make a huge lake on the floor, the strumming of water beating against the carpet waking her stepdaddy. He opened his eyes just a moment before the clock blared at him. He sat up shutting off the alarm, and then he motioned for her to come towards him. He put her in his lap and felt the front of her panties. “You peed?” She nodded. “You didn’t sleep in the night, did you?” She shook her head. “If I find out you lied about sleeping, you know what happened last night because you lied….” She nodded. “Now is your chance. Did you sleep any in the night? Did you close your eyes at all?” She shook her head no violently. She didn’t! She shook! Even if she had not just peed herself moments before, she would have been wet now because his line of questioning was scaring her. “Stand up,” he pushed her off of his lap, but then grabbed her around her bottom and forced her in front of him. He kept his hands on her wet bottom causing her to blush more though he always did that when she peed her pants. “I’m glad you didn’t try to change your panties and try to hide the wet ones so I wouldn’t see,” he patted her soaked panties. “If you are telling me the truth about not sleeping in the night…, and I have a mind to believe you because you look tired and you didn’t hide your wet panties on me, then you are a good girl!” He kissed her forehead. “Do you want to sleep?” he asked her. “What… what about school?” she yawned. “What about it?” he asked her. “Do you think you can stay awake at school?” She shook her head no. “I don’t think so, either. You can miss one day, but never lie to me again or you will go to school and if you fall asleep in class, you will be in trouble, understand?” October nodded. “Now, go to your room, and go to sleep. No point in changing your panties yet because you always wet the bed, baby.” And so, now here she was, in the fifth grade, now lying on the bed waiting for this guy to change her wet in pants. It really didn’t feel much different than waiting for her daddy to change her, except he wasn’t reminding her that she was a baby. He wasn’t telling her that she was too stupid to not pee herself, and he wasn’t being harsh at all. Soon enough, she was cleaned up, and it was the big Mexican girl’s turn, the one that had pooped her panties. Adam’s View: While the young twenty four year old college student had not expected all of this to be very easy, and counted on having the girls fight him on every turn as he tried to change them into diapers, the most surprising thing was that October had not fought him at all. While Imelda tried to hold her hands over her privates when she thought he was not paying attention to that part, and she wiggled a bit making putting the diaper on her hard, and she complained about it making her feel like a baby, October just laid there and let him do what he wanted. While Jessica had been even more squirmy as he tried to put the diaper on her, and she kept asking why they had to wear a diaper in the first place, why he had to change them and treat them like babies, and she kicked some and kept pulling at the diaper, pulling it out of place so he had to start over with her three different times to get it on her, October did nothing! October just laid there, and though she did look the other way so she didn’t have to see who was changing her out of wet pants, and she blushed when he pulled a diaper on her, she didn’t fight it at all. Adam shook his head at her acceptance. Even if she knew it was impossible to fight, she still should have put up a lot more resistance. Something was wrong! Something was definitely not right with her. He stood her up, and again, unlike the other girls who were trying to cross their legs, put their hands over the fronts of their diapers, and do whatever else they could manage to think of to hide them, October just stood there as if she had her jeans on. He sighed and turned his attention to the very messy bigger girl. “Your turn,” he said. Though he quickly learned that she couldn’t really speak English, he also learned that she was very quick in picking up what was about to happen. She kept her hands in front of her pants as he laid her down, and she was twice as hard to get out of her messy panties as any of the others had been. She kept grabbing at the wet wipes wanting to wipe herself instead, and she kept kicking and squirming on the bed when he tried to put the diaper on her. In the end, he had to make her stand up and diaper her that way because it seemed the only way that he could get control of her. When they were finally done changing the girls, Adam brought them all back to the first office room and had them sit in the now nearly dried out chairs. “Now, as I tried to explain in the bedroom when I changed you, if you need to be cleaned up, your guardian will decide if you can do it, or if they have to help you. Since you had peed your pants this time, I had to do it….” Adam wanted to get through the rest of the orientation as soon as possible and get some private time with his own little so as to get her used to him before he would have to intrude on her privacy again to either bathe her or take her to the bathroom again. He finally finished talking about the rules and made all the girls sign the papers, except for Anna. He would need someone to translate for her before he could make her sign. He would likely need to call the head office to send a translator over, but that would have to wait for later. Finally, he took the girls out of the office, and through the kitchen to the stairs and up to the second floor of the three story home. There, three other college kids were watching television waiting on him. Chapter Three Dividing the Responsibilities Adam: Adam lined the children up, and then he started to call the house guardians to get their charge. “Robyn,” he started. Robyn was a tall redhead with lots of freckles and green eyes. She had a serious face that didn’t look like it took much guff from people, and she didn’t even smile at the kids at first. “You get Jessica,” Adam nodded at Jessica who stepped forward to meet her guardian. “Just so you know, Jessica is the one with the violent history in her file, so if you have any real problems, don’t try to force her yourself. Secure her, and then get me as soon as you can.” Robyn nodded as she walked over and squatted down to Jessica finally offering a slight smile though not overtly friendly. “I hope we can get along well,” she said as though this was the only time she was going to say this, and the girl better understand. “I am sure you don’t want any trouble, and neither do I.” Adam continued with the next name. “Brenda,” he looked kind of sorry at her. “Your little is going to be Anna. Now, Anna doesn’t speak any English, so you will have to be really patient when you try to explain things to her.” Brenda smiled broadly. “That’s okay. We’ll figure it out,” she said brightly taking her hands. “Come here, honey,” she cooed at the girl as she took her where she had been sitting and put her in her lap. Jason, the only adult blond with blue eyes sat on the edge of his seat wondering if he was going to get the mellow blond that just looked down at her shoes or if he was going to get the wide-eyed skinny Mexican looking girl who couldn’t seem to stop looking around at everything to get a bearing on her surroundings. “Jason…, you will have October,” he gestured to the quiet blond girl who stared at her feet. Jason rushed forward and he squatted down to her. Putting a hand on her head, he asked her. “Can I pick you up?” October looked up at him seeming to consider his strange request. After some time, she just nodded and blushed while he did just that. He lifted her up and carried her back to where he was sitting. Robyn had Jessica sitting next to her not in any mood to baby her, at least not just then. That’s when Imelda realized that the same guy that told them what the rules were, and how everything worked, the same man that was in charge of the whole house, was also going to be her guardian. She gulped. Adam bent down just as she gulped, and he nodded. “Yes, honey, you are going to be my little girl while I’m studying childcare in the program.” Imelda sighed. He reached his hand out to her, and it seemed that she accepted it because she took his in return and let him lead her where he would sit in front of everyone, her standing between his legs as he spoke. “Now, everyone knows who they are going to primarily be responsible for, it is time we divide up the chores of the house among the kids….” “Excuse me,” Jason interrupted. “I know we need to teach them to be good girls, but they just got here, and they are as confused if not more than we were when we first arrived. Don’t you think they can skip a few days before having to worry about chores?” “While I sympathize with what you are saying,” Adam explained. “It is best to make sure that things get as normal and stable for them sooner than later as possible. With that in mind, I do expect you to treat them the same tonight as you want them to expect the rest of their stay here. It will be a lot less confusing to them if they know if you are strict from the very beginning.” Jason nodded. None of the adults questioned Adam putting all the girls in diapers, though, and they spent the next twenty minutes assigning each room chores for the week. It turned out that each of the girls would stay in the same rooms as their guardians, and all the chores were assigned by room, so that meant the guardian was in charge of a chore being done, and more likely, it was the child that had to carry out doing it. Half an hour later, Adam looked around at the house members, and he sighed. “Now, the poor girls have been through a lot today, and I have a feeling that all of them want to change out of their diapers. I’m not going to tell you what to do with your own charge, only that you are free to decide for yourselves whether they should be changed out of the diapers or not. I will tell you that while we were in the meeting, with the bathroom right there in sight, October wet herself, and I’m not sure when it happened, but Anna had done more than pee herself either on the way here or maybe in the office. That might help you make up your minds. The other two girls, I have no reason to believe that they would have been wet had they not had to travel by van with no bathroom in it for over thirty hours. The officers in the van didn’t let them go because somehow, they got it confused that they were to pick up boys, and when they found out it was girls, they were told to go through with the delivery anyway.” Adam then reached out his hand for Imelda to take it, and he stood up ending the meeting. The others started to stand up and lead their charges to their own rooms. October: When Jason had led October, not to the steps for the third floor, but down the hall instead and to one of the doors, unlocked it, and then shuttled her inside, she breathed a little sigh. She looked up her new guardian, this yellow haired Jason. “Hey, sweetie, don’t worry. I’m not going to leave you in a diaper,” he told her. “I don’t care if you did just pee your pants in view of a toilet, I’m sure there was a good reason for it.” October just looked at the ground the whole time not wanting to tell him that the real reason was that she was a stupid baby like her stepdad always told her that she was. “Can you come over here?” he asked her taking her into the first room of their suite, this one set up more like a small study for two people with two desks, bookshelves, a small TV and sofa, and other relaxing things in it. “I want to take you into the bedroom area, so I can change you out of that, if you are okay with that.” The rooms that they were assigned had the same feel and design as the office below. There was a bedroom room where two beds were fit into the room with two dressers and closets with stuff in them and there was a toilet room with no door against the opposite wall of the first room from the bedroom doorway. October shrugged and walked with him to the bedroom. She was used to people changing her pants. It didn’t bother one way or the other who changed her, and she didn’t care if he left the diaper on her or took it off. It was all the same to her. Her opinion didn’t matter. Jason sat down on the bed first and patted next to him so she sat. “Before I take your diaper off, I want to explain a few things to you,” he said. “First of all, I don’t think you are a baby. That’s why I’m taking your diaper off of you. You deserve to be treated as much like a fifth grader as I can get away with. Secondly, while I want to treat you like a big kid, because you were sent her for doing something really bad, I have a responsibility to watch you, and for at least the first two weeks, unfortunately, that means watching you use the bathroom, giving you bathes, and even changing your clothes if you pee them for some reason. I am hoping this is the only time I have to change you because of peeing though, okay?” October looked down. He was going to be disappointed in her real quick. She would be peeing her pants later. She knew she would because she was just a stupid baby. She couldn’t help wetting her pants because she was a baby, but she didn’t say anything. He could find out soon enough and it was too shameful to tell him that she couldn’t be trusted to act like a big kid. He had to watch her, or she might hide her wet panties on him like she did her stepdad making him punish her. She hoped Jason would watch her so she didn’t make him mad. Jason seemed to take her silence as consent, and he asked her lay back, which she did a little too willingly. Jason frowned at her. She wasn’t sure if his frown meant she did something wrong, so she sat up again and tears came to her eyes. He picked her up and put her in his lap. He started to rub her back. “It’s okay,” he cooed at her. “I know you’re not a baby, and I know all this is really embarrassing, but I have to do what they tell me, too, honey. I promise, I’ll be as fast as I can about changing you. I don’t want you to feel like a baby….” That was more than she could handle. She was a baby! Her stepdad said so, and her mommy agreed with him on everything! She was a baby! Why didn’t he get it? If he didn’t think she was a baby, was he going to punish her for peeing her pants, and not just lying about it? Jason rocked her and rubbed her back. He kept rubbing his hand in circles on her back which had a calming effect in the way that he wasn’t scolding her, but also confused her because he was treating her just like her stepdad did when she acted like a baby in front of him. “You’re not a baby,” Jason kept cooing at her. “We just have to get through this trial period, and then you can take care of changing yourself. I’m sure you won’t get in anymore big trouble, honey.” October shivered. She wasn’t sure what she wanted Jason to say, really, but he definitely wasn’t saying what she was used to. If he said it was okay because she WAS a baby, then it would have relaxed her a lot more, but he seemed to think it was better to tell her that she wasn’t a baby. He seemed to think that she needed to be treated like a big girl. Do big girls get harsh punishments for peeing their pants? She was too scared to ask him that though. It seemed, eventually, that Jason caught on that rubbing her back and telling her she wasn’t a baby wasn’t working, so he just stood her up, and led her to the dressers where she was surprised to find some clothes already stocked up for her. None of the clothes were things she recognized, but they were definitely her size. How did they know to put things her size in Jason’s room if Adam just decided who was with who on the spot a little earlier? Maybe they had known a little more than they let on earlier? Jason then pulled off her diaper, and then he took off her clothes she had on for nearly thirty hours in the van leaving her completely naked. He reached in a dresser and got her a clean t-shirt and then some panties. She knew better than to fight him, and she let him dress her just like she did with her stepdaddy. Once he had her in panties and t-shirt, he took her to the closet and pulled down one of six jumpers, three which were skirts and three which were overall pants. The one he took was a purple skirt, and he put it on her. Then he had her stand back and looked at her. “Good, you are all dressed,” he brought her over to him and he hugged her. “Now, can you call me daddy, or do you want to call me Uncle Jason?” he asked her. She looked down. He seemed to mean what he said, so after a moment of silence, she looked up at him. “Uncle Jason?” He nodded at her. “But you listen to me just like you do your daddy or mommy, understand?” She nodded. “Good. Now, we should go downstairs because they will likely have dinner on the table soon. I think the girls,” he was talking about the adult girls, “…were doing that tonight.” October nodded, and again, he picked her up, and carried her. She didn’t mind that at all. As long as he treated her like a baby, she felt that he wouldn’t be mad at her. Adam: Once Adam had dismissed the meeting, he reached out his hand to take Imelda up to their suite on the third floor, and after closing the door behind them, he turned to her. “Imelda, I am sure that wearing a diaper is kind of embarrassing, especially with nothing to cover it up, but we are going to have to get you a bath later tonight too, so you can either have me change you now, into panties and then some other clothes, or you can wait on the diaper until we have to take it off for the bath anyway.” Imelda blushed. She looked around the first room of their suite getting a sense of her new rooms more to stall for time than to really understand her space. Then she finally shrugged her shoulders. “Does that mean you don’t care one way or the other?” Adam asked her. She bit her lip for a moment, but finally nodded. “Then at least follow me to the bedroom to put a skirt on over your diaper. Even if you are wearing it, you likely don’t like people seeing it, right?” Imelda nodded. “I can’t put it on by myself?” she asked. “Not right now, no,” Adam confirmed. “When I am proven that I can trust you, then like I said before, I’ll let you do certain things for yourself at that time, honey.” Imelda nodded. She knew that this was going to take a lot of getting used to, but the first time she had to pee her pants in the van, the guards had made a comment about she better get used to that. Maybe what they really meant, was just being exposed in embarrassment! She walked over and let Adam start to slip up a skirt-style jumper on her, and then he patted her back. “Do you want to watch television in our suite, or would you like to look over the rest of the house?” “Um… can I see the rest of the house?” she asked now that her diaper was at least covered. “And what if I have to pee, later? I won’t have to use this thing, will I?” “No, you won’t. If you have to pee later, I can take it off then and put you in panties after you go, okay?” Imelda smiled brightly at that idea. Adam took her through the third floor and showed her that there was one other suite on this floor for Robyn and Jessica, and then that this floor had a game area for the little kids. The second floor had two suites, one for each of Jason and October and then for Brenda and Anna. It also had some gaming stuff for the adults that the kids could only touch if the adults were watching them carefully and basically giving them permission to do so, and then the main sitting area for watching television as a whole house. Finally, the first floor had the huge entrance way, a huge dining and kitchen area, the office suite, and then the huge bathing area. The bathing area was as big as the suites. In one area, there was a place to change in and out of clothes. Beyond that, there was a huge tub that was more like a small swimming pool, and off to one side of that, there were four open archways that led to tiny rooms with bathtubs like you’d find at home complete with showers. “Now, when we take a bath,” Adam was explaining as he showed her the bathing area. “You little kids will undress in the area before the giant bath, and then we will clean you up in one of the smaller shower areas. Once you are clean, we will have one of us watch you in the bigger community pool while the older people wash ourselves. Then we will come and join you little kids while the one that was watching you gets to get clean….” Adam smiled as it seemed that Imelda followed what he was talking about. “You said we kids will undress in the dressing room. What about you big people?” Imelda asked him. “We will wear bathing suits to bathe you, and then take them off to clean ourselves and put them back on to join you in the main community tub. That way, we are never fully naked around you because there is a certain line that the program doesn’t want us to cross, and this stops that from happening.” “So, it’s okay for you to watch us use the toilet and bathe us, but it’s crossing the line if we see you naked?” Imelda wanted to know. “You’re little kids,” Adam reminded her. “Of course, guardians have given their kids baths and done private things for them since the start of human culture, but kids only ever see their birth parents naked.” Imelda looked down. “But kids are usually under eight when their parents bathe them.” “I know,” Adam said. “I’m kind of confused about the program in some areas, too, but for now, at least, we have to treat you like you are little kids. It’s going to be inconvenient. We adults know that all too well. It’s going to be troublesome for us, too, but I don’t want you kids going to adult prison….” “What does that have to do with this?” Imelda wanted to know. “If we fail at doing what we are supposed to, to train you to rethink what you’ve done, or you disobey us too much, we will be kicked out of the program, and the program will send you kids to prison like regular criminals.” “Aren’t we regular criminals?” Imelda asked him. “Maybe in the states’s eye, you are, but not the way I see it. You are children that happened to have bad situations, bad parenting, or just bad luck. Either way, kids your age don’t just get ahold of drugs to sell them on your own. That is what you are here for, right?” Imelda looked down. “Kind of….” “Well, don’t you worry about the reason the state sent you here because I don’t really think their records on your actions are complete. As I said, I find it quite unlikely you could get that much drug to sell on the streets by yourself, honey.” Imelda nodded. She wasn’t so sure he was wrong about that. Her own father hadn’t actually known what was in the package that she was supposed to deliver, or at least she wanted to believe he didn’t know. She knew that he worked for a bad guy, and she figured the man used her to deliver the drug thinking the police wouldn’t suspect a child doing the business rather than her father. Adam put a hand on her shoulder. “So, what do you want to do now?” he asked her. “We can go up to the sitting room and watch television, you can go up and play games, or we can go back to our suite until dinner is ready and maybe read a book or get to know each other better….” “Can I go see what games are in the kids’ play area?” she asked. Adam smiled and nodded as he put a hand on her shoulder to guide her up to the third floor again. Brenda: After Adam had dismissed the meeting, Brenda took Anna down the hall to their suite on the second floor. She used both of her hands to guide the girl since she didn’t think she understood English well enough to get her verbal commands. Once they were in the suite, she smiled brightly at her little fifth grader, though Anna was much bigger than the other fifth graders in more ways than one. Brenda led her straight back where the bedroom part was and had her stand in front of the dresser while she got out some panties and a t-shirt for her. Anna smiled at seeing the panties. Brenda then bent down to Anna and said slowly but still doubting she understood: “Honey, I have to dress you, but I don’t see any reason to make you wear that diaper. Regardless of the fact you pooped your pants, I know it was because they didn’t let you use the bathroom before you got here, so I’m not holding that against you.” Anna just looked at her funny, so Brenda was sure she didn’t understand. She sighed and started to untape the fifth grader’s diaper. Anna didn’t fight her. She just stood there, now, and let the lady undo the diaper. Soon enough, Brenda had the diaper off of her, and she held the panties out for the girl to step into. Anna quickly obliged. Brenda was sure that the girl was grateful for her knowing that she would want to be out of that getup as soon as possible. Then Anna let her continue to take off her shirt that she had been wearing for nearly two days, and put a clean t-shirt on her before taking her to the closet to put a romper skirt on her just like Jason had done for October and Adam had done for Imelda. Once Anna had clean clothes on, Brenda took her to the small toilet room in their suite, and she showed her the toilet. Anna shook her head. “I know,” Brenda said. “But get me when you want to go. I promise, I’ll take you.” Anna didn’t look like she understood, but Brenda hoped she would in time. Then she took her out to the sitting room to relax until Robyn was ready to go with them to help with dinner. It was their turn to cook for the house. Jessica: Jessica was relieved when Adam told her that Robyn, a girl was going to be her regular guardian. By the sound of what he said earlier, her guardian would be watching her at every private moment she needed, so it was going to be a lot better having a girl there than a boy. The meeting ended soon enough, and Robyn took Jessica up to their suite to show her around. Then she paused in the bedroom. “I need you to take your shirt off,” Robyn told her. “Normally, I have to do it for you, but I think this once, you can do one final thing for yourself before I start treating you like a toddler.” Jessica frowned and looked at her hard in the eye knowing that from what Adam had said that it was true that it had to be done, but very much not liking the way the girl had just come out and said it like that. “You know the rules, Jessica. If you don’t cooperate with me,” Robyn warned her, “then I’ll have to get Adam, and we will both have to dress you.” Jessica decided not to press her luck though she really just wanted to let her know that she didn’t care for the woman’s choice of words. Adam had told her that it was just because they weren’t to be trusted yet, and so were basically criminals. That, she could sort of live with…. Being called a toddler was something else. Robyn took her relaxing body language, it seemed, to mean that nothing would happen because she then approached the girl even though she said she could take the shirt off herself, and she started to help her. Jessica just let her. Then soon enough, she had a romper on just like the other little girls did. “Robyn?” Jessica started…. “Mommy,” Robyn corrected her. “Mom?” “No…. Mommy!” Jessica rolled her eyes and let out a bunch of air through her teeth. “Fine. Mommy! Mommy?” “Yes, honey?” “I’m not a toddler, you know.” “I know that, baby. But until we are told differently, you are going to be treated like one, so you might as well get used to the idea of being one for a while.” Jessica frowned. “Can’t I just be used to the idea of being a criminal that is being controlled by a guard?” “Honey, you are not a criminal,” Robyn said. “I don’t know why you stabbed a full grown adult with a pair of scissors, but I do know that it had to be a good reason for you to get that kind of courage up. It’s no easy task for a little girl to overpower an adult either even, even if you had surprise on him.” Jessica nodded. “He was hurting my mother.” “I believe you. But as I said, we have rules that we have to go by, and so the best way to get through the first few weeks, is for you children to accept your new roles as toddlers for a while….” “Adam said you could take off my diaper…,” Jessica reminded her in case she forgot. “Well, like I said, you are a toddler, to me, anyways. So, I will decide if you wear a diaper or not.” “Do I have to use it?” “You mean, like to pee or something?” Jessica blushed. “Yeah….” “No. You just tell mommy that you want to go, and I’ll take you. Even when I let you wear panties, you have to ask anyway, so it’s really no different, okay?” “Okay,” Jessica sighed. She didn’t like that her mommy thought she should stay diapered, but at least she didn’t have to use it. After Robyn had Jessica put into a clean jumper-skirt and ready to leave the room, she took her little girl down to the kitchen to meet Brenda and Anna so they could start dinner. Brenda: When Brenda saw Robyn pass by with Jessica in hand, she knew that it was time to cook. She looked from Adam to Imelda and to Anna not sure how to get Anna to understand everything she needed her to do. “Do you need help with Anna at the moment?” Adam asked Brenda. “Yeah, actually. I don’t see how she’s going to be much help in the kitchen until we figure out a way to communicate.” “I’ll watch her for this evening,” Adam told her. “But you need to figure out a way to communicate with her soon, unless you want to be changing messy diapers all the time.” Brenda grimaced at that. She nodded and headed for the kitchen. “Where is Anna?” Robyn wanted to know. “I left her with Adam this time,” Brenda responded. “She’d just be in the way because she can’t really communicate with us in English yet.” Robyn nodded. “What about me?” Jessica asked. “What about you?” Robyn asked her. “Do you understand English?” “Yes,” Jessica said a little down not liking where this was going. “Then there’s no reason you can’t be here helping us make dinner, then, is there?” “No.” Soon enough, they had Jessica peeling potatoes while the other women were busy at the stove.
  5. Hello all! ^^ I would like to take the time and tell you a little about myself. I am a 34 y/o healthy, continent male (no history of bladder/bowel issues) that has had an interest in diapers from a very early age. I was around 7 years old when I “borrowed” a plastic backed Pampers diaper from my 2 year old cousin’s diaper bag. The babysitter was my aunt; who is the coolest person ever and knows about my “interests” in diapers. I unfolded it and put it in my underwear. I walked around in it and heard the crinkle and wished I could wear diapers all the time as well instead of my “big boy” undies. Of course, there is a whole lot more to my story but this is a very brief summary to keep from boring you all. I’ve had 24/7 stretches (for up to 6 months) in the past but had to stop due to financial/personal reasons when I was in college. Now, here I am at 34 years old and still wanting to be back in diapers for good. The desire isn’t going away and I’m tired of fighting it. It’s what makes me whole so that’s just the way it is and is going to be for now on. Over the years, my desire to become diaper dependent has not waned in the slightest and no matter how many times I place it on the back burner - they’ve always been there. So I’ve decided to go through with this. I also have a girlfriend, who I love with all my heart who completely supports me in becoming diaper dependent and she actually prefers me in them! I call her “mommy” most of the time which she loves. Having said all of this, she was vaguely familiar with the AB/DL community before we started dating ~7 mo ago. She supports me and loves me for who I am. This is very hard to come by especially since there’s no clear cut answer as to why someone would have the desire to become incontinent and how much our community is misunderstood. I have slight AB tendencies, but I’m not an exhibitionist or advertise the fact I wear diapers out in public. That’s not for me and please DO NOT post anything about ‘showing your diaper off’ etc. I have a very respectful job and conduct myself in a very professional manner dealing with well over 50 clients on average per day in a clinical setting. The bottom line: I value discretion and privacy to maintain my dignity. If (inevitably) my diaper rides up the back exposing it a bit, then 99% of people will assume it's a medical condition and mind their own business. The other 1% can ....well you get the point. **I have a onesie so I will wear it often at work** Reading the other forum posts has given me a lot of insight and motivation to push forward in my journey to diaper dependence. For now, I am only untraining my bladder, so I will try to retain my bowel control. From what I’ve read, some people have experienced a decline in their bowel control during their bladder untraining adventures. This makes perfect sense considering the nerves that are responsible for both bladder and bowel control are interlinked. ie; if you weaken one neural pathway, then there is a natural weakening/desensitization of the other. I will, of course document and report any changes in both my bladder and bowel control. Another thing of note is masturbation. I’m abstaining from it due to risk of exercising the muscles by accident. I have also fallen victim to the feeling you get after you’ve “done the deed” and don’t want to put another diaper on. It’s just not worth it and the fact that it increases DHT in men is more than enough to keep me from doing it. I have a full head of hair and plan to keep it! ^^ I will keep my diaper area shaved clean at all times for obvious reasons. My Current Continence Level A brief note about my current continence level. I am currently completely continent in both bladder and bowels. I wake up completely dry every night, but I love wetting my diaper prior to bed and sleeping in it overnight and waking up pretending I soaked it in my sleep. Eventually, I hope this will happen for real! ^^ If there is any advantage I have coming into this journey, I would have to say that from years of wearing diapers often and the 24/7 stretches in the past - that I notice once I have a diaper on, that I can wet anywhere at anytime with very minimal effort or thought at the slightest urge. Along with many other people and I’m no exception, the hardest position for me to initiate wetting is in a position when my urethra is kinked - esp while driving. It’s weird because in the past, I had “good” days and “bad” days. If I was fluid-loaded, I clenched up and/or it was hard to start peeing. If I sipped fluids throughout the day (3 big gulps of water in 10-15 min intervals) along with practicing the “reverse kegel” of keeping the bladder muscles relaxed as much as possible; then I’ll go immediately without issue. I’ve noticed if I’ve worn 24/7 for a brief period of time (like 1-2 days) and haven't exercised control of my bladder muscles - that I get frequent urges throughout the day (about every 30 min - 1 hr) and will continue for 4-5 days afterwards. This is good news in my book because it means that the muscles are weakening faster than they can gain strength back. ^^ IMO, these constant urges that come about of being out of diapers after a 24/7 shift is enough to motivate me to put a diaper back on. No having to rush to the restroom and interrupt my day at work (medical setting). My current stock of diapers are 2 cases of the Abena M4’s Plastic Backed and one case of the Tena Active Fit Maxi (great discreet daytime diaper!). I plan to keep at least an extra case on hand at all times for those instances when I slack off in ordering diapers, which is few and far between but it happens. To sum all this up: -I’m always diapered 24/7 from this point onward -Keep the bladder muscles relaxed and practice reverse kegeling after I wet -Stay well hydrated throughout the day to practice uncontrolled wetting and 16 oz of water before bed -Keeping bed adequately protected with quality mattress protector and trust my diapers -Listen to hypnosis recording; preferably before bed (this is optional and to help my subconscious adjust) -Expect WEEKLY UPDATES from here on out documenting any changes I experience in my continence, unless I come up with something to mention or ask about that pertains to my personal situation. So that’s it for my gameplan. If anyone has any questions, suggestions, or anything you feel I left out; please feel free to ask them here! I will try my best to answer in a timely manner as I work full time and life just gets in the way. Thank you very much for reading my post and here’s to a new life of being padded 24/7! ^^
  6. Wannatripbaby

    Angel Hunter

    Hey guys. This is my first attempt at a story. Not sure how exactly it's gonna turn out. But I figured there was only one way to learn how to write stories & that's by writing. Any constructive feedback you can give will be welcome & appreciated. So then, without further ado… Angel Hunter Chapter I 5:37am Ugh! Why am I awake at Five-thirty in the Goddamned morning on my day off? Normally I sleep like a rock on Saturday. Was it something I ate? Well, best not to dwell on it I guess. Maybe I'll make up for it by staying in bed an extra hour or so. “Arise, mortal.” Now if I didn't know any better, I'd think I just heard someone say “Arise, mortal” right next to me. But that's just plain ridiculous! I must still be dreaming. Yeah, that would explain why I'm awake so- “GET UP!” I shot up in my bed and looked towards the source of the command. What I saw defied all logical explanation. Standing there in my doorway was the form of a woman. Her body was pitch-black from head to toe. But what caused my blood to run cold with terror was her glowing red eyes staring me down. There's a demon in my bedroom. “Fear not. I do not wish you harm.” Well that takes a load off of my mind. But it does beg the question: why is there a demon in my bedroom? “I am here because I require your assistance.” So she can read minds too? “Yes I can.” “Stop reading my mind!” I immediately clamped my hand over my mouth. I just yelled at a demon in my bedroom! I was fully expecting her--I mean It--to pounce on me and tear me to pieces for lashing out. But it just stood there staring at me. Her head cocked slightly as if she found my outburst intriguing rather than infuriating. We just stared at each other for another long, terror-filled moment before she spoke again. “Well? If you wish to speak your mind then do so. I do not have all night!” Huh? Oh! Right. I told her to stop reading my mind so she's waiting for me to speak. Are demons normally this accommodating? “uh, what are you doing here?” I asked with more than a little trepidation. “I need you to look after my host.” Well, that answered one question. And raised about a dozen more. “Your host?” She sauntered into the room and only then did I realize how much she reminded me of the Enchantress from that Suicide Squad movie. Not sure if that makes her more or less terrifying. “This body belongs to a woman named Julia. When I release her she will be too weak to move or speak. I could just leave her in an alley somewhere, but I think you would agree that this is a much better solution. Unless, of course, you wish to see harm come to an innocent woman?” “what? No! Of course not! It's just,” it's just that this situation is completely insane! It's just that I'm not in the habit of helping demons! Come on, say something! “Why me?” She stepped up in front of me. I tried not to react but my body had other plans. I instinctively leaned back & shut my eyes tight as she approached. “all in good time, Luc.” she placed her hand under my chin and gently turned my head so I would be forced to look into her eyes if I opened mine. Suddenly her hand clamped around my throat. My eyes went wide with shock & I was forced to look into her fiery gaze. “But know this, Luc,” she said sternly, “If you should find yourself tempted to take advantage of her in her helpless state, I shall be forced to manifest myself again.” She leaned in close. Her face inches from mine. “And you will know the fullness of my wrath!” With that she released her grip on my throat. I gasped for breath as she nonchalantly sauntered back into the center of the room and laid herself down on the carpet. Before my very eyes she began to transform. The first thing I noticed were patches of pink flesh as the blackness of the demons skin (or scales. It was too dark to really tell) started fading away. The second thing I noticed was her jet-black hair returning to its natural blond. In mere seconds the transformation was complete. And where there had once been a terrifying demon now lay a beautiful, normal-looking girl. Eyes closed. Breathing steady as if she were in deep slumber. That's when I noticed a third thing: She was completely naked. I looked away as a reflex. The demon’s final warning now making a lot more sense. Had she been naked the whole time? Given the circumstances I suppose it's possible I could've missed that little detail. My thoughts were interrupted when the girl's eyes suddenly opened and she started gasping and wheezing as if she'd just nearly drowned. I jumped out of bed and rushed to her side. Kneeling down beside her, I started saying anything I could think of to try to calm her down. “It's okay Julia. I'm here. Nobody's going to hurt you. The demon is gone. She won't be coming back. Just breath normally. You're safe here.” Eventually her gasping devolved into sobbing. Tears began flowing down the sides of her face like rivers of pain and sorrow. Well that's hardly an improvement! I knelt there for what must have been several minutes stroking her hair & telling her everything was going to be all right. When she finally started to calm down I decided that it would be best for both of us if she were clothed. So I went over to my dresser & got out a pair of gym shorts & a T-shirt. It'll have to do. I started with the shirt. Have you ever tried to put a shirt on a completely limp body? I do not recommend it. Through some miracle I was finally able to get it on her. Well that's half her modesty preserved. I moved to her lower body and that's when I discovered that the carpet underneath her thighs was soaking wet. How did I discover that in a dark room you ask? Simple: I accidentally stuck my damn hand in it of course! At first I thought I must be mistaken. Surely she wouldn't… All it took was a quick sniff of my hand to confirm my suspicions. She peed all over my floor! I gave her a quizzical look. Which only elicited more sobbing. Not good. I wasn't angry at her or anything. Just a little confused. The demon said she wouldn't be able to move or speak. It didn't say anything about this! Now she's crying again. “shh it's okay. I'm not mad. You've had a rough night. These things happen.” damn. If this is what demon possession does to you I might have to start going to church again! Once I got her mostly calmed down again I went to the bathroom & got a wet rag. The carpet would have to wait. Right now I need to get Julia cleaned and dressed. I moved her away from the wet spot and proceeded to wipe down her legs and crotch. I had imagined many scenarios involving a naked woman in my room. But I had never imagined anything like this! Once I was pretty sure she was clean I grabbed the pair of gym shorts and slid them up over her legs. As I suspected putting pants on her turned out to be much easier than the shirt. Now that she's fully clothed I… I… hmm… What do I do now exactly? The demon had instructed me to “look after” Julia. I guess really the only thing I can do now is try to make her as comfortable as possible. “All right, Julia,” I said to her, “I'm going to put you to bed. I'm sure you could use some sleep after what you've been through.” I was trying to gage her reaction. But she didn't even act like she heard me. Her eyes were vacant; devoid of all feeling. Had I not known better I would've guessed she were stoned out of her mind. Yeah, sleep sounds like the best thing for her right now. I went over to my bed. Briefly wondering if the couch would be a safer option. She did just piss herself after all. No, I'm sure it was a one time thing. Probably happened the moment she woke up. However, just to be on the safe side I went into the bathroom & laid a towel under where her butt would be. An ounce of prevention… I picked her up--no small feat mind you--and laid her on the bed. “alright Julia. I need you to try to get some sleep okay? If you need anything just,” just what, moron? “just, I dunno, let out a cry or something. I'll try to remain within earshot. But even if you can't manage that I'll make sure to check on you fairly often, okay? Now just close those little eyes…” she closed her eyes and after another minute or so her breathing started to settle. I gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Good girl.” I said before covering her up and going back out to the bathroom to try and find something to clean the carpet. What the literal hell have I gotten myself into?
  7. Drownedinp

    The Naughty Couple!

    Let me tell you an almost true story! Me and my wife had been married for years. Our kids were all grown. We still loved each other but sex had gone out the window when the kids were growing up. Life happened you know busy, busy, busy! Oh I still worked out went to the gym even in my 50's, people thought I looked late 30's early 40's. My wife has always looked youthful she was only 2 years younger but I often got accused of robbing the cradle. Well getting older and trying to lift weights with the young ones doesn't mix! I developed a hernia. I thought I had appendicitis. Same spot as my appendix. I got the surgery got the mesh implanted. About a year or so later I would get pain where the surgery was. That is sometimes normal, but when I felt the pain I would sometimes wet my bed! That was embassing, to say the least I'm 50 something years old bedwetting is for kids and teens not a grown ass man like me! My wife was wonderful, I expected her to berate me, yell at me, whatever. I don't know if I could of been as kind if the tables had been turned. Fast forward a couple of years. It was getting so that if I had a major pain I was wet, even just a minor twinge where I had the surgery I would wake up wet. I started buying Abriform L4 they are pretty expensive I was diapering myself every night just in case. There were nights that I hadn't wet and basically wasted a diaper. As there were nights I slept dry and pulling the white tabs off the blue ones still tore the diaper a bit. The biggest nag I got from my wife was the nights I was dry and basically wasted a very expensive diaper from not using it. On days I would wake up dry I wet it on purpose just to justify the use. I guess I'm old school as that still felt like a waste to me. Along the way I found out I liked being a bedwetter, it was kind of a turn on for me. I thought I was nuts, what grown man likes to wet his bed. I started researching adult bedwetting and holy crap, I found out I'm not the only one! I'm not nuts after all. I wanted to be wet every night but it wasn't happening. I had another surgery on my shoulder torn rotator cuff. They catheterized me I was watching the bag fill and I wasn't even realizing I was loosing urine. Light Bulb! As Gru says. Why don't I just get a catheter and wet inside my diapers I mean I don't have to use the collection bag. Easier said than done I ran into you got a prescription for that? No. I was looking on Wish.com low and behold catheters. I started waiting for the little window to pop up asking for a perscription. There wasn't any and they arrived. Unfortunately, they didn't come with a syringe to pump the bladder ball. Tryed using them without and they kept sliding out. Disapointment! I ordered a syringe. 6 weeks later it arrived . I had my catheter in me and it was staying. I diapered myself and went to bed. I awoke in a puddle my diapers couldn't handle everything my bladder sent their way that and my junk had moved and was in the wrong direction. I started thinking. You know but it's weird woman's panties would keep my pee pee down. I bought my first nylon woman's panties. It kept it pointed in the right direction all right but I still was soaking my bed as I was totally wet! I started buying diaper doublers, plastic pants anything I could think of to contain my urine. My diapers made me waddle I was so thickly diapered. I was happy I was waking up soaked every day without having to worry about wasting diapers. My wife usually watched our grandkids at night at their house. My daughter and son in law both work overnights. I could indulge and not have to worry about my wife thinking I'm weird. My daughter got sick and we were together as my daughter was home with the kids and my wife was home with me. I was usually cathed and diapered before her coming to bed. My wife was still supportive she knew that I had a bedwetting problem and as long as I cared for it. She never said a negative word to me. One night in in the process of cateterizing myself. She walks in with my catheter half in and half out. Whoops! What are you doing she asked? Uhmmmm, I came clean told her about the past few months how I had been cathetered and I have been wetting my bed without any type of recollection. She asked me why. I told her it makes me feel naughty. She thought about it for a moment. Could you make me feel naughty? I think the smile on my face said it all. I let her start the catheter as I didn't know what hole it went into. The next thing is she is spraying urine. I got a diaper and contained most of her urine. I said you haven't gone potty have you? No she said I was going to go pee in a few moments that's why I came in was to go. She said it felt weird but I loved it it was like no control at all like when I was little. She had the catheter in her. I diapered her thickly like I was! We cuddled in bed for the first time in months. I felt her move and she was feeling the inside of her diaper. I'm soaked she said with a smile I feel naughty! Just like I used to feel when I was a little girl of 5 and wet my bed still. You never told me you used to wet your bed, I said! I didn't I thought I did, why do you think I never threw a fit about your bedwetting? I did until 7 years old. I missed it sometimes I like feeling babyish, not having control like this. Do you understand? Perfectly i said! We went into the bathroom and started. Getting out of our wet diapers and when I got to my panties. Wow she said I love you can we get me some whitie tighties! I've always wanted some. She blushed. Of course we can get you anything you want! After we were scrubbed, all disposables disposed of, washables washing, she led me to our bed naked we spent the morning making love to each other. If I had to admit it, I believe it was one of our best sessions in all our years of marriage. It Was great. That day we got her whitie tighties she got me some cotton panties. She told me they turn a golden yellow from your pee especially the crotches! At least they did when I was a kid! I was not surprised that night when she came and wanted a catheter, she said I already went pee! This time I got her ready and she got me ready. While she was doing me she said I can already feel my pads inside my boys undies getting wet! I knew what she meant! The next morning she was all smiles! Daddy I'm wet she said! I felt my manhood come to life. I said me to mommy. I saw her shiver she was turned on. She got on line most of the day, I didn't know what she was doing she spent over $300 dollars on things, was all she would say. About 3 weeks later all kinds of packages arrived. It was mostly onesies. Pacifiers, baby bottles with nipples the size I've never seen before. Other things she didn't want me to see. That night she got me naked after I went pee. Now I'm not the biggest guy down there. Porn stars will never have to worry about me putting them out of a job. After my catheters was in I felt a cold band around my testicles, then something went over my penis she had to smash it to get it to fit, I looked and I had a metal contraption over my penis. What's this I asked as I saw the tip of my catheter poking out around hole in the end. It's called a chastity cage she said! What for I asked, I've been faithful to you. I know, I know but I want to have you wear it! That's fine I said but.. But what? It's made of metal and I have to pass through a metal detector every morning to get to my office! I work in the courts system I'm a records keeper. Oh Pooh she said I seen it was important to her. How about nights and weekends, vacations. The smile returned to her face deal, just not daytimes at work. Deal I said! She said I got something for you for me. She brought out an egg looking thing she put some lubricant on it and stuck it in her kitty. She handed me a little thing that looked like a car alarm but had a display. She turned it on and said move that side up! I did as I was told and she looked like she wanted to collapse! You okay I asked! I hadn't made the connection that the higher I moved the dial up the more distressed she looked. I saw her leaking fluids they were running down her legs and dripping on the floor. That's when I realized the egg was a vibrator! I quickly turned down the volume, intensity and she began to breath again. Sorry, I said I didn't realize what it was at first. Quite alright she said I kind of enjoyed it! Again? She asked? I was more than happy to oblige I didn't go as high as last time I saw her shudder and knew she was having an orgasm! I turned the tone down she looked more comfortable but said your no fun! This time I moved the dial up quickly she leapt 6 inches in the air! A moan escaped her mouth. Slowly I moved the dial down as she came off her tippy toes. I turned it off and she pulled the string out which brought the egg out as well. She smiled I love it she said! Me too I said! I was ready for sex but with the cage on me that was out of the question. She put my panties on and gave my cage a little pat. Now you got a clit like me and your wearing panties woman's panties! She got me dressed in my diapers and pads. She put new pink plastic panties on with pink ruffles and I heard a click they locked. I was locked inside my plastic panties. I dressed her and she had dark blue plastic panties that had light blue ruffles. Hers locked as well. Then the Onesies came out the pink one that I thought was hers was mine and the blue one was hers. I was given a pink baby bottle with milk. It had been a while but soon I was suckling like an old pro. After that she stuck a pink pacifier in my mouth and clipped the pink to strap you my pink onesie. Hers was blue. Next day when I awoke I said morning. Morning who she asked? I was confused morning mommy he said! Okay morning mommy! How is my little sissy this morning? Sissy I thought then yep I'm pretty in pink I thought I'm good mommy I said in one of my best little girl voices. She gave me a smile. Is my little girl as wet as her mommy? Yes mommy I am! Another smile. She led me to our bathtub in the outer hall she removed everything. She undid my cage and slowly pulled out my catheter. Then relocked it. She ran some bathwater and but some bubble bath in the tub it was very effeminate smelling. She got me in and began scrubbing me like she would a child. She said I got to clean your clitty. She washed around my cage cleaning my testicles. She said your clitty is all clean she got me out and dried me off after rinsing the excess suds of. She had me undress her and called me daddy to let me know I was in that role now I cleaned up my little girl. I was dressed in pink womans undies again these were the softest I had felt. She used garters and slipped up pink nylons then a pink dress and a blonde wig with pigtails. She put her boys undies they were green and had the incredible hulk on them then a blue shirt that said play ball and had a baseball on it. Then Levis and a Indians baseball cap. Other than her hair she looked like a teen boy today I'm the man. And your the girl got it. Yeah I got it we spent all day just playing different roles it was an eye opener just to see how the other half lived. That night my princess dress was removed as well as my cage and I got to be the man again. She became my wife again we made love well into the night.
  8. Drownedinp

    Glory Be Repost

    WGlory B Gloria Beatrice Stallings wasn't your normal 35 year old. She was 35 yes but looked younger. She also acted younger. Oh she had a job she worked in the billing office of a major corporation in Phoenix Arizona. Most of the guys there thought she was cute and we're always hitting on her. They were trying, her grandma told her trying to get into her pants. Gloria Beatrice was called Glory Be by her family. For the life of her she didn't know why guys were trying to get into her pants, they wouldn't like what they found there. She lived with her grandmother, who it seems had room for every discarded grandchild that her grandmother's children just didn't seem to want anymore. Glory Be. Was one of those her parents tired of the fact that she never grasped the concept of toilet training. Glory Be wore diapers so she wouldn't soak her pants. She learned to poop in a toilet but not urinate. Her parents tired of it and shipped Glory Be off to grandma when she was 8. There were other cousins and family members at Grandma's house right now there was her and Gregory her cousin living with grandma. At one time there were 4 others. Greg was a troubled teen he had assaulted a brother and a sister in the home. He was going to be homeless if not for grandma. Right now it was just those two. Greg was arrested he had seen the get rich quick life of dealing drugs. He was making $800 dollars a day easy on Friday and Saturday that could rise to $1200 a day at 15 he loved what he was doing. He had a place he dealt of, he knew grannie would kill him if she knew what he was doing. He would leave under the guise of going to school every morning but the truth was he hadn't been to school in several weeks. Grandmother never asked where the money came for the clothes he wore and the help with the food and expenses, he told her he had gotten a job as a bag boy at a supermarket. She believed him. One day as he was selling his wares he noticed a whole bunch of people he didn't know in his neighborhood. If he had been smart he would of up and ran like his competitors he was glad that they weren't out selling like him, it was a Tuesday he had already made a Saturday wages and it wasn't even noon yet. He sold to a guy that had asked him about what he had and the cost he made the deal and,.... Bam the next thing he knew he was tackled and cuffed up, the guy was a cop, how could he be so stupid? Grandma got the call. She said What the hell, and that little son of a..... she censured herself before she cussed more. She called Glory Be who had to leave work early to drive grandma as she doesn't have the best eyesight anymore. Besides she owes grandma a lot. Her cousin had his arraignment, he was charged with Possession less than two pounds, distribution of a controlled substance. His saving grace was that he was being cooperative. He was telling who his supplyer was and he had been busted as well. Since he was so cooperative they were charging him as a juvenile as he was still one. They could of easily charged him as an adult. Grandma didn't have a lot of money, they got Greg a public defender. Glory had to change her diaper it had been lunchtime when she had last changed. That was 5 hours ago. No wonder she was soaked. They got home about 9pm it had been a long day. The house seemed empty to Gloria without Greg. He was missed. She was mad and sad. Mad she thought that Greg knew better than to deal drugs. If not she was sure they had taught him about the dangers of them. That was using not selling. Sad he was her cousin after all. He was in a place for her was scary in her mind. She didn't even want to think if he gets sent to a prison for kids. It may not be as stringing as adult prison but it isn't a picnic either. Glory Be got her nighttime diapers on they were cloth with plastic panties. She thought these are my prison. I'm locked in these day in and day out! That night glory had a nightmare that she was sent to prison, everybody knew she was diapered out of need. The worse part was she lived in constant fear that they were going to take her diapers from her. That she would have to wear wet panties all the time. Being embarrassed like that was scarier than the prison itself to her.
  9. Project Calibeen is a trilogy of stories - Audrey & Staycee, Lottie, and Velvet - that follow the events of a correctional reformatory, intent on making the worst people into the best. In as little as a year, patients leave the institution with a 0% reoffender rate. But how do they do it? These stories can be read in any order. Audrey & Staycee Lottie Velvet is a prequel to Audrey & Staycee that explores the creation and refinement of the Calibeen institution. Of the three stories, Velvet is the most ABDL-focused. It takes a shotgun approach: hard and fast! Diapers, hypnosis, drugs. An expansive cast of characters, a hero, a villain! Velvet tells a straightforward narrative that is easy to follow and fun to read. Actually, this is sort of uncharted territory... Pudding and I have been working on Project Calibeen's final installment for years, and we don't even have a rough draft yet! I'm actually hoping posting the few chapters we have complete will motivate us to finish this series. Project Calibeen has been our white whale for almost seven years, and we are so eager to bring it to a close. Anyway... wish us luck! The first 15 chapters are up on Patreon! Please consider supporting us! ~Sophie ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Velvet by: Sophie & Pudding 1.) Her New Home "We have a new inmate today." I was in the small staff room adjacent to the security checkpoint, sipping on poorly made coffee with a sour look on my face. Everything about our budget here was in a pinch, but that was the nature of experimental deployments. Nobody wanted to invest too much into something without a proven track-record. Things would be different once Ayla graduated the program, which she certainly would in the coming weeks, perhaps the coming days. Dr. Janick nodded in recognition of the small-talk and eyed the coffee-machine skeptically, a sandwich in one of her hands. "Alexander Duke." "Mmhmm. The Round Table Committee is curious to see how the program takes with a more troubled case. Like killing people is the worst we've dealt with? Everybody wants to kill someone sometimes. So passé." "I did read in the report that the judge was on a 50/50 split between here and Pascatero. Kids a nutjob." "Well, he won't be when we're done with him. You know when he's gonna be here?" "He's outside the checkpoint at the moment, being processed. You're taking him, right?" "Yeah, I think so. By the time he's settled in, Ayla will be out, and we'll have a new intake again, so I'll have to make sure there're no setbacks." "I heard Marlow wanted him." "He would, but he's a hack. He just wants the recognition." "Last thing we need is another Annie." I was guarded when the woman walked in the door. I sat still on the table and kicked my feet. She had a lab coat and nice shoes. But the kind of nice that could be nicer. Hm. Her hair was up. A clipboard in her hands. Taller than me, but then again, who wasn't? The orderly at my side stayed put. Like I could do anything with these handcuffs on... "Alexander Duke." There was a plastic clipboard in my hand, made from a single sheet of pink perspex — wooden clipboards were not allowed in any correctional facilities — but I didn't need to read anything on the chart. Alexander Duke had murdered every member of the grand jury, the 12 people who had been party to his brother’s incarceration. That kind of thing made the news. "I am Doctor Clement, and I'll be overseeing your entry into the program here." "...what is this place?" A hospital? A mental ward, probably. I was mandated here: experimental recovery for the mentally ill. That was all I was told. It certainly looked like a hospital. The rest of my life being fed and watching TV? It wasn't so bad. But it wasn't the rest of my life. My time was mandated between one and two years. I'd killed twelve people, and I had two years maximum in a hospital. How I'd gotten so lucky, I'd never know. "This is your home for the duration of the program." Which answered nothing at all, but there was a certain rapport that had to be built up before he'd be allowed to expect useful answers. "I can see why the judge recommended you for treatment — slight of build, below-average testosterone levels, confident demeanor. I think you'll be an excellent candidate. You're going to be here for some time, so how about we break down this formality somewhat — you may call me Colette." "I'm Alex," I said quietly, looking down at my feet. I didn't meet her gaze. I didn't act like I knew what I was doing or why I was here. I felt scared. Well, I looked like I felt scared. I was very good at acting. I swallowed hard and shuffled on the table, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "You prefer Alexander, but that's really neither here nor there — you'll be given a new designation as part of your enrollment here." He'd shown no remorse during the trial, no fear or discomfort or anything that might indicate that he had access to the fuller breadth of human interaction. The court hadn't deemed him sociopathic, but I'd certainly be curious myself. "Welcome to Project Calibeen. You will be rehabilitated and reeducated through unconventional an experimental means in effort to isolate and correct your behaviors." That all came from the marketing material, it was overly verbose and pointless. It didn't matter. In a few seconds, he'd start crying anyway. I could tell. Tears fell down my cheeks. I shook my head and tried to wipe them away with my shoulders. I tried to hide it, or pretended to try to hide it. I could hardly talk right, and when I did, I sounded so pathetic... “I… I didn't even... I don't know what happened... I used to have these blank spots... just times I didn't remember things well, and then... s-sorry... sorry... n-nevermind..." I nodded my head sympathetically, and cupped my hands together on the table, giving the boy a few precious moments of believing that what he was doing would work, before my look faded to a smirk. "Pretty baby face like yours, Alexander — that routine must work quite a lot. Don't worry, I can wait." "Wh-what...?" I looked up at her with wet eyes, but she just smiled back at me. She saw through that? But it was perfect! I sighed a little and rubbed the water out of my eyes with my shoulders. Ugh. I guess this is what I get when I'm all over the news... "Fine. I know what I did. You got me." No point keeping up this charade... I'd have to settle on a new one. "Things go a lot more smoothly here when we can trust one another, Alexander. In the end, you'e going to trust us implicitly either way, and it will go more positively for you if we find that we can trust you, early on. More privileges, less rules. Now, would you like to start this over, and we'll avoid the charades?" He wasn't anything new. I was actually kind of let down. "...yeah, sure. Can I have these handcuffs off though?" She looked at me incredulously and I rolled my eyes. "You're like a foot taller than me, and you've got Godzilla over here." I nodded to the orderly. "You really think I'm stupid enough to try to attack you? If you do, then you're the stupid one." "Not at all, Alexander. You're not in handcuffs because anybody is afraid of you — you killed with planning and the more efficient ways possible. Which meant sneaking up on people. You're clearly not anything other than a tiny little coward, so nobody is afraid of you." The male ego was the first thing to show up to a fight, and the first to fall as a result. "You're cuffed to remind you that you're no longer in control." "Of course not." Her attitude bothered me. She was... unique. Hm... "Why would I want to be in control? I'm here for help, Doctor Colette." I could see it on her name plate on the desk. Nicolette Clement. Did she not like her full name? So many questions. "So what now? How do I get better?" There was no doubt in my mind that this wouldn't be the boy’s last face he showed to me. Compliant and penitent. Did he think we were new at this? I smiled at him anyway, nodding my head slowly. "I'm going to introduce you to your fellow inmates, and appoint you a bedroom. You'll be sharing it with..." Curiously, I wondered how admin had arranged things, and flipped a few pages on the clipboard. "Annie." "Lead the way," I said with a smile. And to my delight, she did just that. I slid off the examination table as she passed and wrapped my cuffed hands around her neck. With a kick at her heels, we both fell backward onto the floor, the chain of the handcuffs choking her throat. The orderly rushed to remove me, but I kept the girl's neck tight against my chest, strangling her. "I sure would hate to be without these handcuffs," I chimed with a smile. "I might feel in control!' There was a very simple strategy that we were all taught during training for working in this program, though I'd been taught it in countless former roles as well. I went limp. I didn't struggle. The less I struggled, the easier it would be for the orderly to deal with the boy. And he did, too. Not with violence. With a shot into his neck. And just as soon as the stars appeared for me, he blacked out. "Are you okay, Doctor?" "Fine. Four-point him in the white room," the spare room that we didn't use as a bedroom, but likely would as we expanded. "Have him diapered, and give him a fluids drip. We'll try this interview again in 24 hours." A reaction. That's what I wanted. She'd learn to accept me, or she'd get hurt. The truth of the matter. I didn't care that I was left in the room alone. I didn't care that I was fastened to the bed, that I could feel myself urinate into the diaper on my waist. I wasn't hungry, because of the IV. I was content. I got her to react. Was aggressive, angry, violent Alex the Alex she wanted to deal with for the next two years? I could do that. Or she'd change her mind. Accept an easier Alex to handle. And I'd use it against her. Psychology made life so easy.
  10. tidit45

    6th grade to pre k

    This is my first time doing a role play so please bare with me. Only join this role play if you intend to do more than one word responses, whole sentences replies only. I hate to see one basic sentence or one work replies, they drive me nuts. This will be a story of Gabby, a freshly turned 11 year old who is excited to start 6th grade in a week and be in middle school. Shes excited to go training bra shopping, and for her Mom to start treating her more like an adult but life has other plans for little Gabby. I'll play Gabby I need someone to play her Mom.
  11. Drownedinp

    A Family Affair!

    It’s A Family Affair! Fiction by Drownedinp Drownedinp, on 07 Jun 2015 - 1:30 PM, said: 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. Drownedinp, on 07 Jun 2015 - 1:56 PM, said: This continued through Junior High School and when mom's took them out of diapers in Senior High School, the day wetting had improved but there were still accidents during school. But it was decided to let them stay out of day time diapers, nighttime was a other issue entirely. Neither showed any progress what so ever in that department. In fact, the only change had been the size of the diapers and plastic pants used meaning bigger sizes. Both Arthur and Betsy attended a local College because of their bed wetting decided campus life was not for them. During this time though they were dating and falling deeper and deeper in love with each other. They knew that each other still were bed wetters. Arthur had never called her Betsy Wetsy, telling her it would have made him a hypocrite of he had. Since they were both over 18 they planned on marring each other after college. Arthur got his degree in computer engineering while Betsy graduated with her degree in nursing. Arthur was about 5 foot 10 and was a redhead weighed about 135 he looked skinny but was pretty tough as his brothers used to tell him, I'd rather be dead than to wet my bed and be red in the head. After a few years his brothers never picked on him after he'd inflicted bloody noses, fat lips and a few black eyes. Wetting his bed had made him tougher he was sure of it. Betsy was a brunette and people would say she was cute not beautiful but she had an innocence about her that seemed to make her more beautiful. When they told their parents that they planned on getting married their parents thought it was a joke. Both were still wetting their diapers at night and looked like they would forever. They brought up the point &that since they were still wetting at night how much luck do you think we would have if we were to date other non bed wetters? We would probably never marry and continue to live at home until we're your age! Both sets of parents had never thought of it like that, but the more the kids talked it made sense. Besides the parents could see the love that they had for each other, and decided that the at least deserved a chance. They were married on Valentine’s day the following year. Drownedinp, on 07 Jun 2015 - 2:38 PM, said: About Christmas time Betsy informed Arthur that she was expecting their first child she was about 2 months along. Arthur couldn't have been happier as a matter of fact he was over the moon. When he remembered a statistic that if both parents were bed wetter there was a 70% chance that their kids would be, he wondered what the odds were if both parents were active bed wetters. He brought this fact up to Betsy who said if they do are we going to love them less? Arthur said hell no! Betsy said &we will understand more of what their going through right? Arthur could only agree. Betsy said and If they don't have a problem we will teach them to not make fun of the ones who do, including us! about 7 months later Betsy gave birth to a hefty 9 pound baby boy in mid July that they decided to call Christian after Arthur's grandfather, who went by Chris his whole life. Chris was always big from birth until, well just for ever! Of course he was a bed wetter, but that never stopped him he grew up played football and was a dang good linebacker. Went to college was drafted by the Raiders in the 2nd round had to wear diapers at night because he still wet his bed. No one ever made fun of him because he was so damn big. Some kid on an opposing team while playing football in high school said I want you bed wetter! Big mistake, too bad because Chris about took the kids head off with a forearm to the side of his helmet. No one ever called him that again. About 4 months after Chris was born Betsy informed Arthur that she was pregnant again and one more time Arthur couldn't have been happier and was still over the moon. She was was again about 2 months along and at the last of May gave birth to not one but two, a girl and a boy. They decided to name the girl Darla after Betsy s grandmother. The boy was a bit harder until Betsy noticed a pattern emerging we have an Arthur, a Betsy, Christopher, Darla, so this has to start with E. They named him Ephraim. They got lucky Ephraim wasn't a bed wetter but Darla was not so lucky now they had 4 bed wetters and 1 that didn't. Drownedinp, on 07 Jun 2015 - 6:27 PM, said: Betsy taught Ephraim that since he was the only child that didn't have problems with bed wetting that he shouldn't make fun of those that do. One night she heard Ephraim making fun of his twin sister Darla calling her ‘Pissy Darla’. Betsy took Ephraim and put a diaper on him and told him isn't coming off until morning, get used to it. Ephraim thought that it was a Joke so he wet it so mom would Take it off. “Look at me I'm Pissy Ephraim,” and asked mom to take it off. Mom said &No, I told you it isn't coming off until tomorrow morning!” Ephraim said “But mom I've already wet it to be Pissy Ephraim!” “That's too bad you can sleep in it and find out what it feels like to be real bed wetter like the rest of your family then.” Ephraim figured out that he had gone too far. Trying to sleep was almost impossible; the heat and sweat tended to make him more uncomfortable, so he wet it again and it felt somewhat better, not good. he woke up and went into the bathroom and turned on the light, the light hurt his eyes because he was used to the dark, ouch he said as his eyes started to adjust to the light. He lifted up the toilet lid and began to pee looking around he saw the hamper, and the sink and tub, the shelving over the toilet. Dang this pee felt good, then he remembered that he had a diaper on, wait...... he woke up and the diaper was soaked and had leaked and there was a wet spot in the middle of his bed. That was just a dream, but it seemed so real the light hurt my eyes even. Then he really got worried I have to sleep in my bed and it's wet. Do Mommy and Daddy, And Chris and Darla go through this every night? It's harder to be a bed wetter than I thought, I'll never tease them again. After Darla and Ephraim were born Betsy did not get pregnant again for 2 years then she gave birth to triplets this time 2 girls 1 boy the oldest girl fell in line was named Frances, the boy was Gary, and the girl was named Hermione after the girl in Harry Potter. Frances was the only one not to follow in her parents footsteps and wet her bed the other 2 again weren't so lucky. Drownedinp, on 07 Jun 2015 - 7:45 PM, said: With about 2/3 the family are bed wetters the Mitchell's got back to being a family. When Christian was a rookie for the Raiders he was drafted in the second round because the Raiders picked up a Quarterback from LSU in the first round. For some reason he had it in for Chris. When he found out that Chris was a bed wetter he got plain mean, hung Chris's diapers out the window on media day, for everyone to see. The QB thought that he was hot stuff, because he was a first rounder. He never missed a trick trying to humiliate Chris even as going as far as the old hand in the water, piss trick. Didn't take much for him to pee his diapers as he used his cell phone to tape it! What he didn't know was Chris may take a little ribbing about his bed wetting, but the QB was way out of line. The next day at scrimmage Chris wouldn't let him get a pass off sacked him three times, knocked down 4 passes and stuffed up the line on a QB sneak he couldn't get anywhere. On ESPN they started talking about what a bust the QB was for the Raiders, but how impressive their new inside linebacker, Chris Mitchell was the talk is they should of taken him first and let the QB fall to the third or fourth round and saved themselves a lot of money. Back to you Dan! Looks lIke I got the start of it. Let's me revisit the Mitchells as I retell their story!
  12. Katherine Holmes, she goes by Kit. She has an introvert personality, very shy and stubborn . Her parents put her into daily counseling/ therapy, so Kit has an outlet and isn't isolating herself all the time. She has no choice since her parents are concerned for her health. When Kit starts to go to therapy, day by day she is subtly treated like a child and furthered back into babyhood where there were no worries or cares in the world. After all, that's all her parents want for her. Is too no longer worry or stress and just be there happy little baby again. I need someone to play the therapist that babies Kit. I will be playing kit. This roleplay is open. But message me first if you're interested. Also 3-4 sentence replies are required, as well as playing in 3rd person and this is non sexual.
  13. A little something for 4/20. If you like this type if thing then maybe you could check out my Patreon. For just a dollar you can see numerous stories that won't be seen anywhere else. Check it out! https://www.patreon.com/user?u=6660213 Chapter 1: Getting High Natalie sighed as she closed the door of her dorm room after a long day of final exams. She plopped onto the couch as her roommate, Ashlynn, strolled into the small living room. The slender college student stretched her arms above her head; golden blond locks flowed behind her, contrasting her roommate's chestnut brown hair. Ashlynn looked down at Natalie while suppressing a slight yawn. "You look exhausted." "Yeah." Natalie laid out on the couch before continuing. "Today was tough and those exams kicked my ass." "I'm glad I didn't have to deal with that today." The blond waltzed over to the fridge and popped open a can of cola. "I slept all day." "Lucky bitch." Natalie replied in a huff. "Hey, don't be that way." Ashlynn sat on the arm rest of the couch and took a sip of her beverage. "You need to unwind." "Yeah, but weed shows up on a drug test and I'm not trying to get busted during a random at work" The brown haired girl sulked. "Don't worry, there's this new pill that is so chill." Ashlynn grinned as she recalled her last trip. "Yeah, I know that look." Natalie grinned. "What's it do besides get you laid?" "What doesn't it do?" The blond said thoughtfully. "That good, huh?" Natalie knew it had been a few weeks since she last did E. "It's like, flying, but so smooth and mellow. You constantly feel warm and fuzzy. The only downside is that Niagara Falls is constantly occurring in your panties the entire time." The blond blushed. "I'll just wear a maxi then." Natalie chuckled. "So, you got any of those little pills?" "Nah, I got to re-up on Maiden." Ashlynn said while pulling out her cell. "Maiden?" The couch bound girl asked. "I didn't name it." Ashlynn said as she typed away on her phone. "Fair enough." "Hey, Snowbird." Ashlynn greeted her dealer as she started pacing the room. "Yeah." The blond paused to listen while Natalie sat up, trying to hear the conversation. "That's cool. Was just wondering if you got any of the Maiden on deck?" Natalie watched Ashlynn walk from the couch to the kitchen and then back as the details of the deal were worked out. "Cool. Naty, you want one or two?" The blond asked while approaching her roommate. "I got twenty on it." "Alright, ten little pinkies then, Snow." Ashlynn grabbed her car keys. "Yeah, I'll be there in ten." Natalie yawned and stretched out, once more laying about on the sofa. She stared up at the ceiling and felt the anticipation take hold. 'Tonight will be so awesome!' About thirty minutes later, Natalie was awakened by her roommate calling her name. "Natalie, wake up. I got the stuff!" "Huh, oh...." She looked up at her blond friend as the young woman wiped the sleep out of her eyes. This caused Ashlynn to smile. "You sure need this. Good thing you took a nap. This stuff can make you pass out." The blond bombshell dropped four pink circular pills into Natalie's open hand which prompted the worn out woman to just pop one of them into her mouth. "Thanks." The short haired girl replied after swallowing the pill. "You're supposed to cut that little bad boy into quarters." "What?" Natalie looked up. "Why?" "Stuff is strong. Better get your Maxi ready. You're going to need it." Ashlynn laughed as she popped a small chunk of Maiden into her mouth. Natalie was only joking about that, but if what her friend had said earlier was true then she'd better grab it. The short girl quickly hopped off of the couch and made her way to her room while Ashlynn muttered something. Anxiety pierced her thoughts as she hoped that triple the dose would be just a little more chill instead of not being too much to handle. She rummaged through her dirty room for around ten minutes until Ashlynn knocked at her bedroom door. "What's taking so long?" "I can't find anything in here." Natalie pouted. 'Wait, why did I do that? It's not that big of a deal.' She thought. Ashlynn opened the door and noticed a pile of dirty clothes and an unmade bed; sheets on the floor and pillows askew. Natalie crouched on the ground by her nightstand. "Here." Ashlynn called out to her roommate while pulling a Maxi pad from her trendy bag. The crouching college student slowly stood up, on slightly shaky legs, but she didn't notice anything off. However, once Natalie was upright, Ashlynn noticed something, a huge wet patch could be seen on Natalie's blue jeans. The blond couldn't believe her eyes. "Looks like you could use more than a maxi pad." Ashlynn smirked "Wah?" Natalie looked confused until she took a wobbly step forward and felt her sopping wet panties cling to her tight midsection. "Dammit!" "I guess you can't handle the trip." "Can too!" Natalie pouted. "I just couldn't find that stupid pad in time." "Yeah, I guess my pants would be that bad too if I forgot to pad up." "Lemme change and I'll be out there soon." The brown haired girl stated as she started stripping her body of the offending wet pants. Ashlynn sat the lone maxi pad onto the bare mattress and giggled softly as she left her friend alone. "She totally can't handle her trip." Natalie heard her roommate's remark and felt hurt. 'How could she be so mean?' The girl thought as she pulled off her pants and threw them at the door in a huff. 'I bet she couldn't handle a whole pill.' This thought. This line of reasoning struck a chord with the college freshman. She grinned as she started walking towards the door in just her sodden panties before she stopped. "Oh shit! Almost forgot about this." Natalie grabbed the maxi pad and slid it into place inside her damp underwater and smiled. Protected from future soakings, the girl renewed her unsteady walk to the living room as she opened her door. The first thing she noticed was Ashlynn, sitting in front of the television, playing with her phone, mostly oblivious. In front of the texting woman was her can of cola. Natalie put two and two together. 'This will be too easy.' She just had to drop one of her pink pills into the can of soda. Once that pill was ingested by Ashlynn, Natalie felt confident that everything would at least be even. If she was going to trip she wasn't going to do it alone after all. Speaking of triping, the little devil must have kicked in. The carpet felt incredibly soft to her bare feet. 'Bare feet? When did that happen?' She racked her brain until she realized that she must've took them off to get her skinny jeans off. 'Makes sense.' Each step was increasingly unsteady, but she blamed that on her maxi pad. 'Stupid thing always feeling like a damn diaper or something.' "Finally found your way to the living room?" Ashlynn asked with a smirk while staring at her screen. "Yeah, I told you I fine." Natalie didn't exactly plan for her mouth to say it like that, but it was good enough. Besides, Ashlynn didn't look up and this would give her an opportunity to drop the pill into her drink which she did before she fell onto the floor. "Crap!" Ashlynn looked over to Natalie on the ground in her wet panties."You okay down there?" "I told you I is fine." Natalie felt fine, whatever was in this drug must reduce pain too. It didn't even bother her that she fell on her butt. In fact, her butt felt like it was getting softer. Maybe the urine had made her underwear swell up? Either that or her maxi pad cushioned her fall. "Whatever you say, Space Queen." Ashlynn reached for her fizzy drink and took a long sip off of the can. While Natalie watched her friend drink the cola, she noticed that she was still in her panties. 'Like, where the hell are my pants?' "Hey, where my pants?" The bewildered girl, sitting in an expanding diaper, asked. "I don't know, but nice diaper!" The blond couldn't stop laughing.'Where did Natalie even get that ridiculous thing?' Floating around in her mind, she couldn't quite understand what was so funny. "I always wear diapees." "Whatever, I dunno how you could hide this kink of yours from me." "Kink?" Natalie felt like she was pulled out of a hole. She focused herself and stared down at her waist where a thick, plastic coated disposable diaper greeted her eyes. "The fuck?!" The garment featured a landing strip filled with colorful little cartoons, smiling and in various poses. On each wing was a single large tape and leg guards that blocked any leaks from happening. Natalie poked it, hoping it wasn't really there or some bad hallucination, but to her astonishment, it was real. *Crinkle* "Yeah, that's definitely not my grandma's diaper." "Whatever." Natalie pouted, trying to think of a good response. "You probably seeing things." "I see a big fat diaper, that looks like something my niece wears, strapped around your ass." "You gave me this damn maxi pad. It's all your fault!" "Sure. It's my fault." Ashlynn scoffed. "Natalie, you're so high that you think a maxi pad could just magically transform into a diaper." "What else would explain it?" Natalie said, riding a sudden wave of clarity. "Look, you have a diaper fetish, which you felt compelled to share with me since your so fucked up. Plus, on top of that, I literally have to babysit your ass because you're so high." "You gonna be high too!" "Not as high as you." The blond retorted as she took another sip "We'll see."
  14. My first memories were while I was potty training but still in diapers. I must have been about 4 years old and remember standing in the kitchen and filling my pants. After that, I also remember the changes too. I pooped in my pants off and on until about age 9, but at age 13 I started experimenting again and have ever since...35 years ago! Would love for you to share your own experiences!
  15. Snltonight41

    Abdl events in phoenix

    Looking to see if any abdl munches in Phoenix in the next few months, really want to meet some new people in
  16. Drownedinp

    The Proffesionals.

    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!
  17. CalibHiggs

    Hoosiers in Diapers

    Hi my name is Caleb and I am a diaper lover and the South Bend area. I would love to talk with others and meet up with others. Anyone in Indiana who likes diapers feel free to respond to this post.
  18. About a year ago xpmedical was sold to a new company. www.liveanew.com. Has anyone else had privacy issues, damaged product from the manufacturer, etc?