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Hi all! Wannatripbaby here. So this is my first crack at fanfiction, and I gotta say, it's a lot harder than I expected! 😅 I got the idea for this story after reading a different Shadowheart story here on this site (which I will link in a comment below). While this isn't meant to be a direct sequel, that story can function as a sort of prequel to this one. Enjoy! ******* As I opened my eyes and darkness gave way to white-hot, blinding sunlight, I found myself looking up into the eyes of a stranger. I squinted, letting his features come into focus. He was a young man with short, wavy blond hair. Slightly-pointed ears suggested he was at least half Elf. He was dressed plainly in a brown leather, fur-lined vest that did little to hide the strange tattoos that ran down his arms, around his torso and halfway up his neck. “Hey, you're awake! Finally!” he said. I blinked at him. What was he… The Artifact! My body shot up into a sitting position, which caused my head to pound at the rush of blood. The Artifact, a dodecahedron about the size of one's fist, was lying in the sand directly to my left. I scrambled to grab it, practically pouncing on it despite my disorientation and the stiffness in my limbs. “Whoa! Calm down, lady!” he said, ”I'm not gonna steal your… Say, what is that thing anyway?” “It's none of your business!” I sneered at him. “Now who are you, and… wait… You were on the ship!” He squinted at me “Oh hey! You were in one of those pod things! Glad you made it out.” He smiled at me. The nerve of this man! “Certainly no thanks to you! You ran right past me with that Githyanki savage!” “Uhhhhh, do I look like an expert Mind Flayer technology!? I have no idea how their stuff fucking works!” he exclaimed, “I could've just as likely exploded your brain as freed you! Plus I was a *little* preoccupied with my own survival at the time!” My shoulders sagged a bit “I guess you have a point…” He went from indignant to smiling again instantly. “Good. Glad we agreed on that.” He paused for a moment, “Say uhhhh, did they happen to put a ummm…” he pointed at his eye. I shuddered at the memory. “A Mind Flayer tadpole? Yes, they did.” “Damn.” he said “Well, since we're both infected with weird alien squid babies, what do you say we try and find a town or something where they can hopefully cure us?” I bristled at his phrasing, but he did make a point. We should probably try to find… An all-too-familiar bulk between my legs reminded me of an even-more-pressing issue. I was still wearing my… And there weren't any other Sisters nearby to help me change my… No no no no no no! Lady of Loss preserve me! “What's wrong!?” He apparently saw the look of alarm on my face and was glancing around frantically, trying to assess the area for threats. “I uhhhhh…” I bit my bottom lip.” M-my pack. It had some… I need something from it…” Even if I had my pack from when I was taken, what good would it do me without one of my Sisters here to help me?” “Hate to break it to ya, but I don't think the squid people kept our luggage around.” he rubbed at his wrists. “But hey, maybe it fell out of the ship somewhere nearby? We could look for it together?” “No!” I shouted. I couldn't let him see what I was carrying. “... I mean, thank you, but I am perfectly capable of searching for it on my own.” He raised an eyebrow at my sudden outburst “two eyes are better than one, you know? Errr, I mean four eyes. You know what I meant. Plus I don't think either of us should go alone. It's dangerous.” I shifted my eyes back and forth across the sand. He was right. We were both unarmed. I had my armor, and my magic--although he had no way of knowing that. But I had never had to defend myself alone. For that matter, I'd never traveled alone at all... For good reason. But how could I travel with a stranger? What if he learned of my... Secret? "Fine, I suppose it would be best for us to travel together... For a while." "Awesome!" he said. "By the way, my name's Tav. Yours would be...?" I raised a hand for him to help me off the ground "Shadowheart." He pulled me to my feet "Seriously? Alright, if you say so." I balked at his tone "and just what do you mean by that!?" He shrugged "It's fine, you don't have to tell me your real name if you don't want to." I narrowed my eyes at him, mouth agape at his sheer audacity. "Shadowheart *is* my real name!" He raised his hands as if in surrender. "Whatever you say. Also my real name isn't Tav, its Darkblade Murderdeath." I pointed a finger towards him and whispered the incantation for Sacred Flame, and a moment later a column of violet light singed the ground at his feet, causing him to jump back "Shit! Okayokayokay your real name is Shadowheart!!!" I grinned at him, satisfied. "Good, and don't you forget it, elsewise next time I will not miss." "Duely noted" he said, "I will try not to give you reason to Smite me, O' mighty smiter." He turned to lead the way further down the beach, and I used the opportunity to take stock of the padded bulk beneath my trousers. It didn't appear too visible from the outside. That was good, at least. And I didn't feel wet... Yet. Whatever happens, I must ensure this stranger--this Tav--never finds out that I'm wearing a diaper... Or that I am unable to change myself. You can find the story that gave me the idea for this one here: https://www.deviantart.com/redsabdlcreations/art/1032086335 And here it is on DD by the person who commissioned it:

Sailor Moon D The Power of Shame, Embarrassed Sailor Warriors by Inku Hime (Incognito Himitsu) 2021 Based on Characters and Situations created by Naoko Takeuchi. This is a story I wrote way back when. Fixed grammar and spelling and tweaked it a little from that old version. Hopefully you enjoy. It was a beautiful Sunday, surprisingly warm for early May. People were taking advantage of the day; Junban park was busy. There was something of an impromptu festival going on, a rock band had shown up to play. They were not particularly good, nor were they particularly bad. It was such a pleasant day that people were willing to be charitable and enjoyed the less than perfect music. Most of the people there were young, children and teenagers. They played or met with friends; or met new friends. Near the middle of the park was a beautiful woman. Her red hair was long, hanging past the small of her back. Her skin was ashen, and her eyes a deep blue. She wore a long black skirt and a crisp, white blouse. Her hair was pulled back from her face with a black ribbon. She had just purchased three balloons from a vendor and walked over to where three children played. She smiled at them. "Here you go," she said. The children happily took them. "Thank you, Miss," they called out in unison. "You're welcome," she told them. The three children ran off, the balloons trailing behind them on strings. "Your Majesty," she heard from behind her. "Copper," she said as she turned around. The man was taller than her, with red copper-coloured skin, and copper-coloured red hair and copper-coloured eyes. All the shades of red was a little off-putting, but he was so very handsome. He bowed very slightly to her, not wanting to attract attention. "I have been investigating, as you ordered." "What have you found out?" "This world is as you desired." "Wonderful," she said happily. "I do so like it." She turned to look out over the park and all the people. "And they need me. So disorderly, with all the different countries and languages and such. A strong ruler to take care of them will do them no end of good." "Of course Empress Platinum. Some will resist you." "Then they will be destroyed," she said simply. "We will need energy, of course." "Do we have enough?" "No. We will have to gather it." "I have already given it some thought." She smiled at him and held out her arm. He took it. "Show me." He led her across the park, looking around. Finally, he stopped. "Those girls over there." Platinum looked where he indicated. A group of four girls stood near a fountain, eating ice cream cones and talking amongst themselves. Copper lifted his hand slightly, making a quick, subtle gesture. One of the girls, a young woman wearing jeans and a T-shirt, suddenly went stiff. A strange look appeared on her face. It was a mixture of surprise and terror. As Platinum watched a dark spot appeared at her crotch, spreading quickly, down her thighs. She let out a little scream, trying to cover the growing wet spot with her hands. She crouched down, trying to better hide what was happening. The dampness spread over her rear. Urine began to seep out of the jeans and splash on the ground. Her friends looked more than a little shocked and for a moment, just stared on. A young boy who nearby began calling out about the girl who had just wet her pants. One of the girls yelled at him, and he ran away. Another of the girls pulled her jacket off and used it to cover her friend's jeans. The three girls quickly got their wet friend away. Platinum had watched the entire thing, then she turned towards Copper. "That was rather cruel." Her tone was not angry or disapproving. She was just stating a fact. "Perhaps. I've noticed that these people tend to produce a greater amount of energy when they are under the influence of strong emotions. You no doubt noticed that the girl was producing a great deal of energy." "Yes." "Shame is a powerful emotion I've learned. While there are many ways to bring it out, I have noticed that they seem to give a great amount of concern over control of various eliminatory functions." "Interesting. Can you do this on a large enough scale?" "Yes. I will be working with a segment of the population known as teenagers. Younger children may not be as shamed by such a thing, and adults often can control, repress actually, their emotions better." "How long till we can set up the first anchor point?" "Within nine turnings of this planet." "When will you begin?" "I will start the initial phase of this project tomorrow. The day after that, we should be able to start collecting energy." "Excellent," Platinum nodded. "I will leave this to you Copper, do not fail me." "I will not my Empress," he said. She regarded him for a moment, then disappeared. Copper looked around and smiled. His Empress would not be disappointed in his work.
 Monday morning found Usagi Tsukino waking up late--not a terribly unusual occurrence. She leapt out of her bed, running to the bathroom. She used the toilet, then brushed her teeth, then ran back to her room. "I'm going to be so late," she said, almost crying. She grabbed her brush, quickly brushed some semblance into her sleep mussed hair. Tossing it aside, she ran to her closet. In short order, she had dressed in her high school uniform, grabbed her briefcase and dashed from her room. She leapt down the stairs, almost tripping, and scampered to the kitchen. She found her mother sitting at the kitchen table, reading a magazine. "Mom, why didn't you wake me?" Usagi nearly cried as she grabbed a piece of toast from the counter. She could not even have breakfast. It was so unfair. "I knocked on your door." Ikuko did not look up from her magazine. "Twice, in fact, and your alarm clock went off. Honestly Usagi, you are a second-year high student. You should be responsible enough to wake up on your own."
 "You're so mean." Usagi stomped her foot. She then noticed the clock on the wall. It was not getting any earlier. "Ah, I've got to go." She ran from the kitchen. "Goodbye," Ikuko said, not bothering to look up from the magazine. Usagi got her shoes on, exited the house, closed the door and took off running as fast as she could. Luck was with her that day as she managed not to trip once. By the time she saw her school, she knew that she would just make it; maybe. As she got closer, she saw Makoto Kino standing by the gates. When the tall girl saw Usagi, she waved to her. "Hurry up Usagi-chan," she called out. Usagi reached the gates, out of breath. "I'm going to die," she gasped out. "Die later." Makoto grabbed Usagi's arm and propelling her along. "We don't want to be late." As it was, they managed to get into the class with something like twenty seconds to spare, more than enough time to take their seats. Minako Aino waved to them as they came in. "Late again Usagi-chan." "Stop being so mean to me Mina-chan," Usagi said as she took her seat behind the other girl. The teacher came in shortly after that and called the class to order so he could call attendance.
 When the day was finally over Usagi bounded out of her chair. "It's finally over," she said happily. "And there's a new ice cream parlour opening today." Usagi was running towards the door when she suddenly was jerked to a stop in a manner that involved a certain amount of pain. She spun on Minako who was holding one of her long, blonde pigtails. "Why did you do that?!" "Cause," she said as she let go of the hair. "We're meeting with Rei at Fruits Parlour Crown to study with Ami," Makoto said, coming up behind Usagi. "But," Usagi began, tears welling up in her eyes, "but the ice cream parlour is giving away free samples today." "Too bad," Makoto said happily as she spun Usagi about and put an arm around her. "We have to study. Especially you." "Mako-chan, you're so mean." "Yes yes," Minako said, waving Usagi forward, "we're all so mean." Outside of the class, Ami Mizuno awaited them. She was not in their class but in the second-year high academic level. "Hey Ami-chan," Minako called out. "Ready?" "Let's go," Ami said. "Free ice cream," Usagi muttered sadly as Makoto directed her from the building. They had just exited the school when they were presented with an unusual sight. There were a group of students crowded near the entrance to the school. They could hear the high pitch voice of a woman calling out, "Free sample cookies." "Free?" Usagi perked up. "Sample?" Makoto said. "Cookies?" Minako said. "Let's go," All three said together, dragging Ami along as they ran for the crowd. After successfully pushing their way through the crowd, no small thanks to Makoto, they discovered a small pickup truck. A young, very pretty, if a little vapid looking, woman was standing in the truck's bed. She sang the praises of the delicious Copper Cookies, not yet in stores. Three burly men were handing out packages of the cookies.
 They were dressed in loincloths and wearing haten jackets, on the back of which were the words 'Copper Cookies'. The four girls all managed to get a package--Usagi getting her hands on two. Usagi put one package into her briefcase and the other she ripped open. The other three had already opened their packages. "These are delicious," Ami said. "These are the best," Makoto said. "Even better than my cookies." She admitted the last a little sadly. "You could love these," Minako said, munching away on the dark cookies. Usagi, feeling like she was a little behind the others, quickly ate two to catch up. "They are wonderful."
 The four girls quickly finished off the cookies and continued onto the sweet shop to meet Rei. They talked about their day and of potential plans for after their study session.
 
 Usagi, Rei, Ami, Minako and Makoto had grabbed their usual table at Fruits Parlour Crown, and after ordering some small deserts and coffees, they began studying. For the most part, Rei needed little help with her school work for she was disciplined enough. That was fortunate as Ami had to spend extra time with Usagi. It was not so much that the future Queen of Crystal Tokyo was stupid, she was just lazy. Usagi, growing bored with talk of imaginary numbers reached into her bag for the second package of cookies she had. She was tearing it open as Rei suddenly said, "You got those cookies too?" "What?" Usagi said, pulling the package in close to her. "They were giving them out in front of our school today," Ami told Rei. "Mine too," Rei said. "Here, give me one of those dumpling head." "No," Usagi said. "They are mine." She looked around for some support from the others and noticed they were all staring at her a little angrily. "What I meant, is that you can't have them all," she laughed, and then took a cookie from the package before passing it to Minako. They quickly finished the cookies off and then were back to studying.
 Copper stood atop a building in the business section of Junban. He looked around the streets below him, seeing clusters of junior and senior high students wandering around. His agents should have visited every one of the schools. Behind him, a heavily cloaked figure faded into being. "All has been done as you instructed lord Copper," the figure said. "Good. Is the next phase ready?" "Yes." Copper nodded. All was going as planned.
 Ikuko was just finishing dinner and already had the table laid out. Kenji would be home soon from work, and Shingo had come home earlier and was up in his room, possibly studying but more likely playing a video game. She turned the gas off on the range and then picked up a pot of curry from the stove and carried it towards the living room. She was just putting it on the low table in the living room when she heard a somewhat whining voice from the TV. She might have ignored it, but it sounded a little like Usagi and raised her curiosity. 'But mom, I don't want to wear it,' the girl in the commercial said. She was a pretty thing, perhaps a little younger than Usagi. 'But it's for the best,' an older woman, the mother, said. She had a kind tone, and something about her just suggested that she was a good mother to Ikuko. 'You'll not get a good sleep otherwise, and that's not healthy.' 'But I don't want to wear a diaper.' 'It's not a diaper,' the mother said, holding up something that did look like a diaper. Its plastic backing was a soft pink, and there seemed to be cute designs on it. 'It's just an absorbent undergarment. Isn't it better that your sheets, futon and pyjamas stay dry? You don't want me to wash your sheets every day, do you?' 'Well...' the girl did not look too convinced. 'I guess that would be selfish of me.' 'Good,' the mother said, directing the girl into her room. 'Let me help you put in on so its done right.' She screen went dark for a moment, and the word, 'the next day' appeared. Then the commercial continued with the mother going into the daughter's room to wake her up. 'You slept well,' the mother said. 'Yes,' the daughter smiled. 'But I still had an accident.' Her smile was gone. 'That's all right,' the mother said. 'Now let's get you changed.' The scene faded and was replaced by a product shot of two packages, identical except one was blue and the other pink. The words, 'Platinum Undergarments,' appeared on the screen. 'For a healthy nights sleep.' Ikuko watched the commercial, a little surprised. Were there enough older children wetting their beds for such a product to be successful? The last time either Usagi or Shingo had wet their beds was when they had been around five. Of course, if Usagi did wet her bed, she could see the value in such a product. Ikuko was shaken out of her thoughts by the door opening. She went back to the kitchen, still having a few things to do.
 Usagi stood in front of the mirror, brushing her teeth. She had stayed up late watching TV and then had to finish her homework. She spat the toothpaste out, then rinsed her mouth out. All she wanted to do was get to sleep. Tomorrow would come too early. Yawning, Usagi padded to her room.
 
 Ikuko was halfway through washing up the breakfast dishes, Shingo and Kenji had already left. As usual, Usagi was still not up. For some reason she put aside the washing up and left the kitchen, heading to the stairs. She usually just let Usagi get herself up. After all, she was nearly an adult. Soon she would be in university, or getting married. For some reason that morning Ikuko decided to wake her up. She climbed the stairs and was about to knock on Usagi's door, like she usually did, but instead opened it quietly. She crossed the room silently. Usagi did not wake. Luna, Usagi's cat, did wake, looking up at Ikuko from her place on the windowsill. "Usagi, wake up," Ikuko said, pulling the sheets away from Usagi. She stopped suddenly, looking down at what was revealed. On the window sill Luna was also staring, looking just as surprised. "What?" Usagi asked sleepily, blinking her eyes. "Usagi, you wet your bed!" Ikuko eyes were wide, her voice raised. "Ahhh!" Usagi was suddenly awake. She bolted up in the bed, looking down at herself. Her pyjama bottoms and the sheets around her were stained yellow. It was a surprisingly big stain. Usagi stared, trying to figure out what had happened. She could not have just wet her bed. That was impossible. She had not had an accident like that since she was five. She blushed a deep shade of crimson. Ikuko shook her head. "Go and get cleaned up," she told her. "You'll be late if you don't hurry. I'll clean up here." "But..." Usagi started, trying to figure out what had happened.
 "Hurry," Ikuko pulled her out of bed and then, with one sweep, pulled Usagi's pyjama bottoms off, revealing her stained panties. The flush of embarrassment spread across her entire face. "Mom!"
 "Hurry up. I have to get everything in the wash." She tossed the bottoms on the bed and then began to strip the sheets.
 Usagi ran to the bathroom, crying.
 By the time she had control of herself and was back in her room, her mother was gone. She dropped the piss-stained panties in her dirty clothes hamper and then took off the pyjama top, which had also gotten a little wet. She noticed that her futon, as well as her sheets, were gone.
 "What a bad girl you are Usagi," Luna said smugly.
 Usagi looked over at Luna. "You better not tell anyone about this." Luna gave her a cat smile. "If you get at least eighty points on the upcoming tests next week I won't say anything." "Eighty!" Usagi could not believe it. Breaking 60 last time had been a significant accomplishment in her opinion, but eighty? That was impossible.
 "I'm sure Rei-chan would be very interested in this," Luna said.
 "Okay," Usagi said, crestfallen, realizing she was beaten. "I'll get eighty." "Good," Luna said. It was challenging to motivate Usagi at the best of time. A little blackmail was justified, Luna decided.
 A short time later, Usagi was dressed for the day and was running out of her house. She saw that her mother was there, hanging her futon on the drying rod. The big yellow stain was rather conspicuous. "Mother!" Usagi was scandalized, humiliated. "It has to dry," her mother said matter of factly. "And if I don't put it in the sun it will smell. Now hurry up and get to school." Usagi stared at the futon for a moment, then turned away and ran towards the school. She prayed no one ever found out. Usagi was not the only person in Junban who was waking up wet. Minako, woken by her mother, also discovered she was in a wet bed. Artemis would work out much the same agreement as Luna had reached with Usagi. Makoto woke up in the middle of the night to discover her bed wet. She lived by herself, so there was no one to find out. She stripped the sheets and put them in the washing machine, and then clipped her wet futon out on the balcony rail to dry. She pulled a new futon out of her closet with fresh sheets and went back to sleep. On waking in the morning, she found that she had once again wet. Ami woke up and discovered that she had wet her bed as well. She went and told her mother, and the two of them cleaned everything up. Her mother reassured her that everything would be all right and that things like that happened. Of course, Mrs Mizuno, as a paediatrician, knew that such things did not often happen with people Ami's age, not just like that. She decided that she would wait and see what came of it. It might be a one-time thing. Rei woke up earlier than usual, the cold, wet sheets did that. Deciding that she did not want her grandfather or Youichirou to find out Rei cleaned up in secret. She had the sheets in the washing machine and the futon hanging up in a secluded place where no one would see it. Such scenes were repeated all over Junban, mostly with mothers finding their sons or daughters had wet their beds.

 In Usagi's class, and in classes throughout the area, the students were unnaturally quiet. Most were too tied up in their own concerns. Thinking about their wet beds. They did not have it in them to pay much attention to others, to take note that they were not the only ones troubled by their thoughts. And not one of them was going to admit it to anyone else that they had become bedwetters. So the day passed quieter than usual. Most of the teachers were confused but decided the occasional quiet day was not so bad.
 
 While their children were in school, mothers and some fathers, went off to do some shopping. All of them had quickly found the Platinum Undergarments they had seen advertised. None of them thought it odd that only the day before they had not seen a single package in any of the stores. What was important that it was wrong for their children to have to wake up wet. Most of them bought two or three of the packages, just in case the bedwetting continued. After all, they all thought, such things happen. It was perfectly normal. As for the store owners, well, none of them could ever actually remember ordering the Platinum Undergarments. But on the whole, they were glad that they were selling so well. It was better than having the stock sit around. Many of them had doubted such a juvenile garment would sell at all to an older customer.
 
 When the five young women met at the sweet shop, they did not say much. Both Luna and Artemis were aware of why Usagi and Minako, respectively, were upset. The two cats could not understand why the others were. Both cats considered confiding in the other but decided to keep the secret, as they had promised. Earlier than usual, the girls said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.
 On her way home, Makoto stopped in front of a drug store. In the window was an arrangement of pink and blue boxes. Platinum Undergarments the writing on the boxes said. Absorbent undergarments. Maybe that's what I need, she thought to herself. Then she shook her head. It was just a fluke and would not happen again. And even if it did, no one would ever know. Rei went out of her way on her way home, finding a drug store some distance away from her home and school. She wished she was not wearing her uniform as it made her easy to identify. She settled for taking the jacket off and putting it away in her briefcase. Not much, but it made her feel a little better, a little more anonymous. She went into the drug store and wandered around, looking at shampoo and things, waiting for the other customers there to leave. When she was alone, but for the older woman at the cash register, she drifted to the back of the store where the things she wanted were. She looked at the adult diapers, not bothering with the heavy-duty ones. All she needed was something to keep her dry at night. She found what she was looking for, kind of a belted undergarment. It seemed very little like a diaper. "Oh, surely you don't want that," the older woman said as Rei took them from the shelf. "What?" Rei asked, a little surprised. She had not noticed the woman approaching. "These will be much better for you," the woman said, holding up a package of Platinum Undergarments. "They will keep you nice and dry."
 "Ah, no, these aren't for me. And these will be fine," Rei told her. She looked at the pink box the woman was holding. It looked like something for babies. "But those might not keep you as dry, you don't want that do you?" the woman asked, reaching for the package Rei was holding. "These will be fine," Rei said, getting a little angry. She pulled the box away from the woman and took a step back. "I would like to buy them."
 The woman looked a little surprised, but then nodded and put the Platinum Undergarments away. "Of course. I just thought you would like the be as dry as possible." "They aren't for me," Rei said, fighting to keep her tone of voice level.
 The woman nodded and walked back towards the cash register. Rei followed, wondering if the world had gone crazy.
 
 Usagi finished her homework early. She did not feel like watching TV. She was a little worried about the possibility of wetting the bed again. She told herself that it was unlikely. After all, it was not as if she was sick or anything. It had been just one of those things. She had herself convinced of that by the time she went to get ready for bed. She changed into her pyjamas and went to brush her teeth. When she returned to her room, she found her mother waiting for her. "Mom? What are you doing here?" "Usagi, I don't want you sleeping in a wet bed."
 "What?" "So, just in case it happens again, I bought these." She took the box of Platinum Undergarments from behind her back. "This way, you won't have to deal with wet pyjamas or wet sheets. Isn't that nice?" Ikuko asked. She opened the box and removed one of the garments. Usagi stared at the pink object. "It's a diaper," she said in a voice barely above a whisper. Luna was staring wide-eyed at what was going on. It was getting bizarre, thought the cat. "It's an Absorbent Undergarment," Ikuko said.
 "It's pink." "That's just to differentiate it from the boys." "There are bunnies on it." "You like bunnies." Ikuko looked to the few bunny toys in the room. "There were also kitties, but I knew you'd like the bunnies more." "I'm not wearing that," Usagi said. "It's bad for you to be in wet clothes, and you won't get good sleep."
 "I don't care. I won't wear that." "Usagi," her mother's tone grew a little hard. "I don't want you sleeping in wet pyjamas and in wet sheets. Neither do I want to wash them, and I don't think you want your wet futon on display, do you? Maybe next time it will be even more visible." Usagi's cheeks armed and she looked down at the ground. Even more visible? It was almost like her mother was threatening to publically humiliate her. But that could not be. So she shook her head. "No." She might have been agreeing with her mother's statement. She might have been quietly begging not to be shamed. "Then this is for the best." Ikuko smiled brightly. "Now take off your pyjama bottoms and panties then lie on your bed." "What? You are going to put them on me?" Usagi's eyes were wide, her mouth dropping open.
 "If they are not taped on just right, they might leak," her mother explained in a matter of fact tone.
 "I can put my own diapers on." Usagi blushed as she realized exactly what she had said. "Have you ever put a diaper on anyone?" "Well," Usagi shifted back and forth, "no." "I am quite familiar with it. I diapered your little bottom that I am quite used to it. That was not so long ago that I forgot how to diaper you, little girl." "But..." "Usagi, do as I say," Ikuko said in a soft voice that was full mother mode.
 There was no way Usagi could disobey her mother. She slid the pyjama bottoms panties down around her ankles. Blushing, she stepped out of the puddle of clothing and lay down on the bed, her hands covering her crotch. Ikuko gathered up the clothing, folded it neatly and placed it on Usagi's vanity. Ikuko shook out the diaper with a rustling snap. She stood over Usagi, looking down at her. "Lift your hips." Usagi did not want to do it, but the quiet command in her mother's voice was not to be disobeyed. She lifted her bottom, up of the bed, her hands still over her crotch. Her mother slid the diaper under her. "Hips down." Usagi kept her body tensed, a trembling bridge that kept her bottom hovering over the diaper. "Hips down," she said and then gently pushed on Usagi's stomach. There was an inevitability to it, and under the gentle pressure of her mother's hand, Usagi's bottom came down on the thick, loudly crinkling padding of the diaper. She was mortified by the sound of it, the feel of its beneath her bum. Ikuko pulled Usagi's hands away from her crotch and gently slapped them with a, "No," when Usagi tried to cover up again. She gripped the front of the diaper then pulled it up snugly between Usagi's legs. A quick pull to make sure it was tight and then Ikuku carefully taped it shut. "Oh, I should have got some lotion and powder. You are always so cranky when you get a rash on your bum." "Mother!" Usagi said in a loud whisper.
 "It's true, and it will be more comfortable." Ikuko patted the front of Usagi's diaper. "There you are, already for sleepy time." She pulled the sheets up over Usagi and actually tucked her in. Usagi felt as if she was blushing down to her toes. It had been a long time since her mother had put her to bed. Ikuko kissed Usagi on the forehead. "Goodnight," she said, then walked out of the room, turning off the light as she went.
 "What's happening Luna?" Usagi asked, near tears. "I'm not sure, but it is strange."
 Similar scenes were playing out all over the town as mothers got their teenage sons and daughters into their new diapers. Minako's mother had lotion and powder when she diapered her daughter. On the other hand, Ami's mother let Ami take care of it herself. She felt as if maybe she should take care of it and make sure her daughter was well diapered, but she did not. After all, Ami did know how to take care of herself. Rei put on her undergarment, tightened the belts and then went to sleep. Makoto put a plastic sheet on her futon, just in case.
 
 "Usagi-chan, wake up," Ikuko said as she gently shook her daughter. "Wha..." Usagi yawned. "I had the weirdest dream she said softly." "That's nice," Ikuko said, pulling Usagi's sheets back. Usagi was surprised by that and by what her mother said next. "You're very wet." Usagi sat up and looked down at herself. She was wearing a diaper. It had not been a dream. What's more, it was a wet diaper. The bunnies on it were a much darker colour now, like a neon sign indicating she had peed herself in the night. "You're brother and father are downstairs so no one will see you." Her mother handed Usagi her pyjama bottoms. "Go and get yourself cleaned up." Usagi nodded, too shocked to do anything else. It was the second time she had wet herself in her sleep. Her mother was checking the bed. "Perfectly dry," she announced. "They work perfectly." Usagi looked outside of her room to make sure no one was, in fact, about, then made a dash for the bathroom. Her diaper rustled loudly, and the thick padding made her waddle just a little. Luna was on her heels, torn between concern and amusement.
 "What's happening?" Usagi asked as she closed the bathroom door behind her. "I'm not sure," the cat said. "Maybe this is some sort of attack." "From who? And why like this?" Usagi began to un-tape the diaper, tearing the plastic in her haste to get it off.
 "I don't know," Luna admitted. "I'm sure we can find out. And maybe this is nothing beyond what it seems to be." "What?"
 "Maybe you are just wetting the bed." "Oh, thanks." Usagi almost snarled as she ripped the last tape free.
 "Well, I'm sorry. But it might be the simplest explanation." "I don't want a simple explanation," Usagi snapped as she pulled the diaper off, rolled it in a tight ball, and then dropped it in the trash can. It landed with a dull, wet 'thunk'. She soaked a washcloth with warm water and began to clean herself.
 "We'll find out," Luna told her.
 Before leaving the bathroom, she took a moment to sniff the air, wanting to be sure that the smell of piss has not clung to her. She got dressed and went downstairs, just catching her father as he was going out the door. "You're up early," he observed. "Uh, yeah," Usagi tried. It was the cleverest she could come up with.
 Kenji nodded and left the house. Her mother slipped in beside her. "Where's your diaper Usagi-chan." "In the bathroom wastebasket, and it's an absorbent undergarment." "Oh, yes," Ikuko laughed. "I forgot. Well, I'll make sure it gets thrown out. There is no reason your brother has to find out about this." Usagi nodded, relieved that her mother felt that way.
 "Get breakfast and go to school," she said before going upstairs.
 
 Ami and Minako, as well as many others, woke to similar experiences as Usagi. Rei woke to find her protective undergarment a little wet, but not badly so. It certainly had not leaked. Makoto woke to damp sheets, not particularly wet. She put the sheets in the washing machine, cleaned the plastic sheet off, and then went about her standard routine.
 Copper stood in the middle of the small warehouse. A strange machine, made up of many hoses and cables, was vibrating almost obscenely as it squeezed out packages of Platinum Undergarments. "Are there any problems?" he asked the cloaked figure. "None at all. The energy is coming, absorbed and directed here by the diapers." The Figure pointed at a silver ball that was spinning slowly in the air. "More energy will come soon." "Good," Copper said as he smiled. Soon those wearing Platinum Undergarments would start having day time accidents. And there would be other embarrassing changes as well. Eventually, they would lose complete control of bladder and bowels. Long before that he would have collected the energy he needed for the first anchor point. His infantilized victims would no longer matter.
 Later in the evening, when all the girls had gone home, Artemis and Luna met. "Something odd is happening," Luna said. "I agree," Artemis told her. "Please keep this secret, but Usagi is wetting her bed." "What?! So is Minkako."
 "One I could believe, especially if it was Usagi, but both of them. That is not a coincidence!"
 "What could be causing it?"
 "I don't know. But tomorrow we are going to have to talk to all the Senshi and solve this."
 
 "Maybe I should see a doctor," Usagi suggested as her mother diapered her. This time she had brought baby lotion and baby powder. "Oh, I don't think so," Ikuko said. "This is perfectly natural." "What?" "Look," she held out the package of Platinum Undergarments. "It says right here that most children your age wet their bed. It's all right." She pointed at some lettering on the box. "But that's not true," Usagi said. She knew many people her own age, and none of them wet their beds. Well, not that she knew of.
 "Of course its true silly bunny," her mother said. "It's written on the package." She put the box aside. "Good night, honey." She tucked Usagi in. "This is too weird," Usagi said once her mother had left the room.
 She shifted under the cover, her diaper crinkling. "It certainly is," Luna said. "Minako-san is also wetting her bed." "What?" Usagi asked, not sure if she believed it. "Is she a baby or something?" Luna looked archly at Usagi and then jumped onto her diaper under the covers. The padding pressed into Usagi under the cat's weight, and it crinkled loudly. "Sorry."
 Luna kneaded the diaper under her paws to ensure that Usagi would not forget she was wearing it. "Artemis and I also scouted out Junban. It seems you are not the only ones. It is like an epidemic." "So I'm not a bed wetter?" Usagi was happy to hear that. "Well, you are, but probably not a natural one."
 "What can we do?" "We'll have to talk with the others tomorrow and figure it out."
 
 "Usagi, wake up." Ikuko pulled the covers away from the sleeping girl. Usagi mumbled, "I'm tired, just a few more minutes." She curled up against the cool air of the room. She felt exhausted. Suddenly Ikuko's hand was between Usagi's legs, giving the diaper between her legs a squeeze. "Some little bunny soaked her diaper last night." Her tone was sing-song. "Mom!" Usagi sat up, no longer at all tired. She couldn't believe what her mother was doing.
 The humiliation did what an alarm clock could not. "Go and get cleaned up unless you want me to do it."
 "No!" Usagi jumped out of her bed. "I'll do it." She ran from her room, her diaper bottom shifting back and forth by the exaggerated waddle she was forced into. "What an adorable little bunny." Ikuko watched Usagi go. In the bathroom, Usagi experienced another shock. She had taken off her diaper and was reaching for a washcloth. That was when she noticed her pubic hair was gone. No, not gone. It was all there, a pee sodden mass of hair in her diaper. She soaked the washcloth with warm water and carefully used it to wipe away at her pubic mound. The last, clinging hairs wiped away with the pee, leaving her completely bare. What was happening? Usagi grabbed at the hair on her head, pulling at it, terrified that it was going to come out as well. Still solidly in place, she ended up saying, "Ouch" as the tugging hurt. Reaching down, she touched herself, the skin under her fingers smooth and soft. Was Minako going through the same thing? Were others? Should she go and see a doctor? Should she show it to her mother? The thought of showing her mother the hairless mound made her blush. What would she do if her mother just treated it as being perfectly normal, like she was treating the bedwetting? How could she ask anyone? There was a soft knock at the door. "Usagi, hurry up. Do you need help?" "No," Usagi almost yelled. Of course, Usagi was not the only teenager in the area waking up wet, and finding that their pubic hair was gone. Most were just as embarrassed and confused as her. There were some exceptions, including Rei and Makoto, who woke up dry and happy for it.
 
 At school Makoto, no longer wrapped up in her own concerns about her bedwetting, noticed that most of the other students were acting strange. They were all quiet. After lunch, when all the students cleaned the school, she noticed Minako and Usagi off to the side, whispering. When she approached them, both of them stopped talking and looked embarrassed. "What's going on?" she asked them. "Well..." Usagi trailed off. "It's just that...." Minako trailed off. She sighed and straightened her shoulders. "Usagi and I are wetting our beds," she said softly. "You too?" "Mako-chan, are you...?" Usagi began. "I was, but not anymore it seems."
 "Artemis and Luna tell us that this is happening all over Junban," Minako told her.
 "What?"
 "And our mothers are making us wear diapers." Usagi blushed a deep red.
 "And it isn't such a rare thing."
 Makoto nodded. "Could this be an attack?" "We don't know. Luna and Artemis want us to meet at Crown today after school so we can figure things out."
 "I'll be there," Makoto said.
 All three went back to cleaning their classroom before any of the teachers yelled at them. Usagi was sweeping up a cloakroom when she heard a loud gasp. She turned around and saw Naru Osaka standing not far off. Naru had a horrified look on her face and was pushing her skirt between her legs. Usagi wondered what was happening, then she heard a soft, splashing sound. She looked down and saw a puddle of urine growing between Naru's feet and pressing in on her skirt caused it to get wet as well. Naru's face was all red, and she began shaking her head in denial. A moment later, she began to cry. People were looking on, but few were saying anything. There was a look of concern on all their faces. Usagi understood it; she was now worried she might have a similar accident. Who would dare to make fun of Naru is they might be the next to have such an accident? "Everyone, get back to work," a teacher called as he came up to Naru. He put his hands on her shoulders and directed her towards the stairs. "Get a mop and clean this up," he ordered some boys. Naru cried louder at that. Usagi put her broom aside and followed after Naru and the teacher. The teacher led her to the nurse's room, took her in, and then left. As Usagi waited for Naru to come out, she saw several more students go into the nurse's office as well. Some had obviously wet themselves. After several minutes Naru came out. She was still wearing her skirt with its damp patch. She sniffed loudly, looked around and saw Usagi. She ran up to Usagi and put her arms around her old friend. "It's going to be all right," she told Naru, unable to think of anything else.
 "Oh, Usagi-san." Naru was whispering. "The nurse put me in a diaper." "What?" "She said it was for the best. It's just like with my mother." "I know." Usagi held Naru tighter, comforting her. The rest of the day passed at high tension. Several more students wet themselves, and classes were further disrupted by the students' constant need to go to the bathroom. Usagi managed to avoid wetting herself, but it had been close. Her panties were a little damp from close calls. After school, Usagi knew she was supposed to meet with the others, but did not want to take a chance that she might have an accident. She went right home. "I'm home," she said as she came into the house. She just wanted to go up to her room and hide under the covers. "Usagi," her mother called in a tone that was not angry, but certainly brooked no nonsense. "Come with me." Ikuko turned and walked towards the stairs. Usagi wondered if she had done anything wrong and followed her mother up the stairs and then into her room. Ikuko turned around and grasped Usagi around the waist. She loosened the bow on the back of her skirt, then unzipped it, letting it fall to the floor. It happened so fast Usagi did not even think to stop her.
 "Naru-chan's mother called me." Ikuko grasped Usagi's panties and pulled them down. "I was worried about this," she said as she saw the yellow stains.
 "Mom!? What are you doing?" "This is for the best," Ikuko said as she stood up, took Usagi by the shoulders and directed her towards the bed where a diaper was lain out. "But those are just for the night." "Obviously not," Ikuko said, looking at the stained underwear that had fallen around Usagi's ankles hobbling her.
 Usagi could not come up with an argument against that. She was embarrassed to be in such a position, and her panties were almost tripping her. She could not really stop her mother from pushing her down onto the diaper. It crinkled under her and felt somehow thicker. After Ikuko had diapered her reached for something else. She gave it a shake, and it snapped out. It was a set of bright yellow plastic pants. "Mom!" "The diaper might leak when you are moving around. This will make sure you stay dry." Ikuko threaded Usagi's socked feet through the leg holes then drew the plastic pants up her legs. "There we go," she said, pulling them up around the diaper. "That will keep you dry."
 That done Ikuko turned and walked out of the room. Usagi lay there for a minute, trying to figure out what had just happened. Then she turned herself over and began to cry into her pillow. When her wrist communicator began to beep, she ignored it at first. She was so embarrassed and so tired. Finally, she brought the watch towards her face. "What?"
 "Usagi-chan, this is Makoto, where are you?" "I'm at home Mako-chan." "We were supposed to meet at Fruits Parlour Crown." "I'm sorry. It was a bad day."
 "Rei-chan and I are already here. She's called Ami and Minako. Get over here." Usagi sighed. "I'll be there soon." She said cut the communicator's transmission. Usagi got out of her bed and took off her uniform blouse. She gathered up her skirt and hung it with her blouse. Standing in front of the closet, she looked for something she could wear with her diaper. Slacks were right out, as were shorts. Eventually, she took out a long, loose skirt that she paired with a blouse. It would help hide the bulk around her bottom and should also muffle the faint crinkling sound from the diaper and plastic pants.
 She hoped. Once she was dressed, she went downstairs and walked to the front door. "I'm going out for a while mom," she called as she put her shoes on. Ikuko leaned out of the kitchen. "Try to be home early and take your bag." She indicated a grey and red knapsack by the door before going into the kitchen. Usagi stared at the bag for a moment, it was brand new. She picked it up and opened it. Inside were a few diapers, a pair of pink plastic pants, baby wipes, baby lotion and powder. She could not believe it. Her mother had prepared her a diaper bag. She closed it up and took it, not because she wanted to, but because she did not want her mother to get angry at her. As she set off at a quick walk, she was not really aware of the slight waddle the thick diaper had added to her stride. She arrived last, entering the sweet store, seeing the other four girls and two cats sitting at their regular table. Usagi crossed the floor and took a seat. "Sorry I'm late," she said glumly. The diaper was like a cushion under her bum, and she was sure she heard the crackle and rustle of it. "Well, now that we are all here, let's talk about what is happening," Luna began. "For some reason, there seems to be a lot of junior high and senior high students wetting their beds."
 "And having daytime problems as well." Ami's tone made it clear she was clinical about it. "But neither Makoto nor Rei seem to be having such problems," Artemis said.
 "That's not fair," Usagi whined, looking at Rei. "Fair or not is not important Usagi," Luna said.
 "Why aren't Rei-chan and I having these problems?" Makoto asked. "Well, we'll have to consider exactly what happened," Ami said. Everyone looked at each other, and then everyone's attention shifted to Usagi. As their future queen, it seemed she had the responsibility. Usagi sighed. "Okay. Well, on Tuesday morning I woke up and found I had wet the bed. Actually, my mother discovered it first." "That's what happened to me," Minako said. The other three girls nodded. "That night," Usagi paused, took a deep breath, then continued, "my mother made me wear diapers." Ami and Minako nodded. "I didn't bother with diapers," Makoto told them.
 "Really?" Luna sounded interested. "I used them." Rei blushed. "I did not want my grandfather to find out."
 "When I woke up Wednesday morning, I had once again wet my bed, well, the diaper." "Me too," Minako said. "That happened with me as well," Ami added. "My mother did not seem to think it was a problem though," Usagi told them. "Yea," Minako said. "My mother seems to be confused," Ami said. "She knows that it is not right, but she does not act too concerned. She has given me a physical examination and says that nothing is wrong."
 "That is very strange," Luna said.
 "I had an accident on Wednesday, but just a small one," Rei said. Makoto nodded in agreement.
 "So it was lessening for you?" Artemis asked.
 Both girls nodded. "This morning, I was wet again." Usagi was looking down into her lap where she had grabbed up handfuls of her skirt.
 "Did you lose your pubic hair?" Ami asked, still being clinical. Usagi and Minako both blushed, then nodded. "That did not happen to me," Rei said. "Me neither." Makoto was looked between Usagi, Anime and Minako. "I almost wet myself a few times today. And when I got home, my mother put me in a diaper." Usagi added the last horrible detail. "She's acting like this is all perfectly normal!"
 Ami nodded as did Minako.
 "I have not had any daytime problems," Makoto told the others. Rei nodded in agreement.
 "So why are Rei-chan and Makoto-chan all right now?" Luna looked around at all of them.
 "Usagi, what sort of diapers did your mother use?" Ami asked. "They are called Platinum Undergarments." Usagi was still staring down at her lap. The diaper was getting a little uncomfortable, she thought. It was trapping heat and making her feel a bit sweaty and itchy. Had she perhaps wet it?
 "Those were the same my mother used as well," Minako said.
 Ami nodded. "Mine as well." "Not me. But the woman at the store wanted me to buy them. She was a little pushy about it." Rei shook her head. "Honestly, they looked so babyish." She looked at the three girls currently wearing those diapers. "Sorry." Usagi thought she was not sorry at all.
 "I didn't even bother with that, I put a plastic sheet on my futon," Makoto told them.
 They all looked at each other for a moment. "Usagi. Let me see your diapers," Ami said as she pulled her pocket computer out.
 "What!?" Usagi asked. Minako and Makoto shifted around, pushing Usagi, so she was covered by the table and them, giving her privacy. Rei reached around and pulled Usagi's skirt up. "Hey," Usagi said, trying to keep her voice low. Ami moved close, scanning with her computer. "Don't be such a baby," Rei said, smiling cruelly. "Nice plastic pants."
 Usagi flushed deeply. "Anything Ami?" Luna asked. "There is a strange energy field around the diaper, and it seems to be draining off something."
 Rei pulled at Usagi's plastic pants. "You're wet," she said. Usagi blushed even more, and tears began to gather in her eyes. "The power being drained off just increased," Ami said. "It must have something to do with embarrassment. Good job, Rei." Good job? Usagi could not believe Ami had said that. "Can you find out where the energy is going?" "Yes, I think so."
 "Then let's go," Luna said, then jumped to the floor. Usagi smoothed her skirt down and glared at Rei. Rei simply smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "Keep teasing Usagi Rei," Luna said, "so Ami can track that energy." "My pleasure," Rei said and grabbed Usagi's hand like she was a little girl. "Come on, miss pissy pants." "Rei, stop being mean," Usagi cried. "Is that it?" Luna asked, looking at the small warehouse Ami had led them to. "I'm certain of it," Ami told her. "Whatever is causing this is in there." "Well then let's transform and take care of this." Usagi sounded determined. Between the teasing from Rei and how the wet diaper was rubbing at her, she was more than a little angry. The others nodded and brought out their transformation pens, Usagi opened her broach. The girls called out to the power of their planets. The elements of their control spun around them like mini vortexes, clothing them in their sailor warrior uniforms. "Let's go," Sailor Moon said, heading towards the warehouse.
 
 Copper looked at the silver ball, the repository for the energy of shame. It was spinning faster now. It was gathering more power than he had expected. His plan was looking to be quite successful. Nearby the diaper machine continued to produce the Platinum Undergarments. Perhaps he should take this place around the world? His plotting was interrupted as the big warehouse door rattled opened, and he spun on his heel towards the noise. Standing in the doorway, backlit by the sun, were five girls in strange costumes. "Who are you? What do you want?" he demanded as he took a step towards them. "We are the Sailor Warriors," they said in unison brought on by much practice. "Fighters for love and justice. For your cruelty and in the name of the moon, we will punish you!" "Who?" he asked. "You heard us you big jerk," Sailor Moon yelled. "I'm Sailor Moon, and you've made me really angry." Copper sighed. He did not know who these girls were, but it seemed they knew something about what he was doing. He looked over at the clocked figure who had been hiding in the shadows. "Deal with them." The cloaked figure threw off her cloak. Revealed was a tall woman with dark brown skin, like mahogany. She wore a black dress, with white lace and a white apron that shone like rubber. "Nanny will take care of you," she called out, placing her hands together. A ball of light formed between them and then from the light shot forth a hail of pacifiers. They slammed into the sailor warriors, like rubber bullets, knocking them down, making them scream. Nanny laughed as Copper looked on smugly. Those trespassers were efficiently dealt with by Nanny. Sailor Moon hit the ground hard and, much to her distress, she felt her bladder let go. The pristine whiteness of her uniform's panties was stained a prominent yellow. The short blue skirt of the uniform hid little of it. "Oh ho," Nanny called out. "It looks like a little girl needs some help. Auper, help her." The machine that had been producing the Platinum Undergarments stopped vibrating. Two lights, like eyes, lit up on the device. Several hoses snapped free and whipped towards Sailor Moon. They wrapped around her, pulling her toward it. Sailor Moon screamed and beat at the hoses, but they would not release. Two of the hoses snuck up under her panties and simply tore them off. Others brought a super thick Platinum Undergarment which they wrapped around her waist. A pair of plastic pants, bright pink, with big ruffles were slipped up her legs over the bulky diaper. Her short skirt did nothing to hide them, and it was terribly obvious she was diapered her legs bowed out by the substantial padding. It had happened all so very fast. Sailor Moon did nothing for a moment, then she began to cry. It was so unfair. As Nanny continued to spray the girls with pacifier bullets Sailor Venus and Sailor Mercury also wet themselves. Auper sprung into action, grabbing both up in its hoses and cables so it could diaper them. Then, even though Sailor Mars and Sailor Jupiter had not wet themselves, Auper was trying to snag them up as well. Sailor Jupiter leapt over a tangle of hoses and spun, calling out, "Oak Evolution." From around her body appeared a storm of oak leaves. The leaves glowed with power as they shot away from her, ripping into Auper. The machine heaved up and down, like an unbalanced washing machine. It started firing out boxes of Platinum Undergarments which hit the warehouse walls and exploded into a shower of diapers. The cables and hoses flailed around and struck like whips. On snapped across Sailor Moon's diapered bottom and even with the padding, it still hurt. "Sailor Moon, now!" Mars screamed, more out of habit than anything else. Sailor Moon was on her hands and knees, bottom-up, crying loudly. Well, obviously she was not going to be of help, Mars thought.
 "Oh well," Mars said, then shifted into her combat stance. "Flame Sniper," she called out loudly, drawing forth a bow made of fire, pulling back a string of flame, readying an arrow of burning power.
 The arrow leapt forth towards Nanny, who was trying to split her fire between Jupiter and Mars. Nanny tried to dodge aside, but she tripped on bits of the exploded Auper. The arrow struck, burning straight through Nanny.
 The woman looked down at the hole that went straight through her. She looked up at Mars. "You are a very naughty girl," she said, "and naughty girls get punished." Mars worried for a moment, not liking the idea of being punished. But before Nanny could follow through on her threat, her dark skin faded to the colour of ash. Then her body just fell into a fine, grey dust that rained down to the floor. Copper had expected the girls to simply fall to Nanny. And while three of them had been taken care of (he looked at the still sobbing Sailor Moon and the diapered Mercury and Venus), the other two had quickly dealt with Nanny and Auper. It shocked him at how easily Nanny and her servant had been dealt with. He thought he might fight them on a fare more equal footing, but decided that retreat was a smarter option until he knew more of these foes. Copper held out his hand, and the spinning silver sphere came to him. "We will meet again Sailor Girls," he called out a moment before he faded away. From the packages of Platinum Undergarments and the loose diapers scattered around the room, and even the diapers and plastic panties that Sailor Moon, Mercury and Venus wore, a black, smoke-like mist rose into the air. It was thick and unwholesome looking, but after a moment the mist dissipated as if it never was. They all looked around the warehouse, the wreckage of Auper and the boxes of diapers. Sailor Moon stopped crying and started rubbing her stinging bum through the padding of her diaper.
 "Is it over," Jupiter asked. "I think so." Luna walked into the warehouse, stepping over scattered diapers. "The malicious energy has all faded."
 "What about us?" Venus put a hand on her diaper.
 "I think that we will all be back to normal in a few days." Mercury brought out her computer and tapped at the keys. "Considering the strength of the magic and the nature of the curse." She sounded quite academic for someone sitting on the floor in a thick diaper, legs splayed by the padding. "None of us were wearing these long enough for it the curse to become permanent." "What about these diapers? Are they still cursed?" Sailor Moon asked, looking down as the diaper she wore. "No, the energy is gone from them." Ami put her computer away. "They are just normal diapers now."
 
 "You have not collected as much energy as you promised Lord Copper," Empress Platinum said. She stood upon a raised platform. Around her were sparkling, bright pastel fields. "I know my Empress." Copper bowed low. "I was attacked by a group calling themselves the Sailor Warriors. They destroyed my servants. However," he held up the sphere, "I did get some power." "You say these Sailor Warriors attacked you?" "Yes, my Empress." Platinum frowned. "Attacking those who serve me is like attacking me. That cannot be allowed. They must be punished for their audacity."
 "Yes, my Empress." She looked at him for a moment. "You will gather more of this energy of shame and humiliation. It has a scent to it I approve of." "It will be as you say, Empress." "We still need to create the first anchor point, and I want you to find out about these Sailor Warriors." "Yes, my Empress." "Do not fail me Copper, or I will return you with the others." Copper swallowed nervously, "Of course." "Do your work."
 
 Usagi lay on her bed, reading a comic book. She was still wearing a diaper, but her mother no longer seemed interested in helping her with them. In fact, she was anxious about Usagi and her health. Usagi told her it was probably some sort of flu, and if she was not better in a day or two, she should go to a doctor. From what Ami said, Usagi was reasonably sure that she would be fine in a day or two. She was still bothered by the diaper she wore of course. What teenager would not be if they had to wear a thick, crinkly diaper? But as she knew that she would not have to wear it for all that long, Usagi did her best to ignore it. "Shouldn't you be studying?" Luna asked.
 "Why?" Usagi did not look up from her comic. "The other's know I am in diapers, and it was not my fault anyway. You can't blackmail me anymore." She stuck her tongue out. Luna sighed. It was nearly a week since they had dealt with Nanny and her machine. Things had gone back to the normal, the strange spate of bet and pants wetting while not forgotten seemed more like a dream to many. The five girls had met in the sweet shop as usual. "Everyone is better now," Ami told them. "My mother heard from a lot of parents after our battle when people still had some accidents. No one is wetting their beds or themselves now." "Well I'm glad that is over," Makoto said. "Me too." Minako nodded. "But we might have a new enemy." Artemis's cat face had a serious countenance. "Well, we'll deal with them." Rei smiled as she looked at the girl at her side. "Right, Usagi?" Usagi was looking down at her lap and looked up when Rei spoke. "Uh, yeah. Of course." "Usagi-chan, are you all right?" Makoto asked. Usagi face went red. "Sure." She laughed. It sounded forced.
 Rei looked at Usagi for a moment, then reached forward and flipped up Usagi's skirt revealing the pink diaper she wore. Usagi squeaked out a 'no' and quickly pushed her skirt down.
 "Oh, no. Didn't you get better?" Ami asked.
 "I did," Usagi told them, tears in her eyes.
 "Then, why?" Usagi sniffed. "I failed the tests I wrote, and my mother told me I could wear these until I stopped acting like such a child." All the others almost fell out of their seats. "Well, that is going to be a long time," Rei said. "Rei, you're mean!" "At least they are suitable for you." "Rei!" Usagi began to cry.
 Ami put a comforting hand on Usagi's shoulder. "It will be all right, I'll help you study. You won't have to wear them that long."
 Makoto, Minako, Luna and Artemis sighed loudly.

This story takes place after the events of ‘Father’s Day’ (S1 E8). After encountering her deceased father and her infant self, Rose returned to the TARDIS with the Doctor. As they made their way towards the majestic blue box, Rose paused and looked back at the church they had just left. Gazing upon herself as an infant, held tenderly by her mother Jackie, Rose couldn’t help but sense that this encounter with her family would stay with her for the foreseeable future. As the Doctor turned the key to open the TARDIS doors, Rose took a final glance at her family before joining him inside. Stepping into the familiar sight of the console room, Rose stayed silent as the Doctor bashed away at the controls, unsure of their next destination. The TARDIS whirred into life, leaving the overcast and cold of 1987 behind. The time machine whizzed through the vortex of time and space, the Doctor comfortably in control of his beloved ship. “Just got to make a quick visit to an old friend before we decide where we go next” said the Doctor, turning to face Rose. “Shouldn’t take too long, then we can be on our way”. “Ok” said Rose, nodding with her mouth hanging open as usual. The Doctor flashed her a smile as he pulled a lever on the TARDIS console. Not long after, the whirring sound that surrounded the console room faded away. The Doctor pulled the lever back up, and rubbed his hands together, eager for whatever faced them outside the walls of the TARDIS. Rose sheepishly stood aside, which caused the Doctor to pause his enthusiasm. He walked over to her, and tenderly paced his hand on her shoulder. “You alright?” he asked, softly. Rose avoided eye contact. Nodding her head once more, she tried to appear as if she was fine. “It’s just, that last trip was so much to handle. Ever since I held myself as an infant, I’ve felt all funny. I don’t know, it’s like I’m not myself”. The Doctor rubbed her shoulder, unphased by his companion’s worries. “Time distortion. You’ve just been inside your own personal timeline and now you’re back in the present. Sudden leaps in and out of your own personal history can leave you feeling a little uneasy. Trust me, I know”. Rose began to feel slightly brighter. She always felt safe when the Doctor was around. “I’ll be gone no longer than fifteen minutes. Try not to wreck your own timeline again whilst I’m out” he said with a smirk. Rose smiled at this, knowing the Doctor was only joking with her. “Shut up” she said, flashing him a similarly playful expression. With that, the Doctor opened the TARDIS doors and bounded outside. Rose slowly closed the doors behind him and slowly walked back up the ramp towards the central console. Now that she had the whole ship to herself, Rose was unsure what to do. She walked around the central console for a moment, knowing the Doctor wouldn’t be gone long. Suddenly, a thought came to her of something exciting to do: explore as many rooms in the TARDIS as possible. After all, the inside of the ancient spaceship was infinitely large, and there was bound to be plenty she hadn’t discovered yet. She made her way towards the corridor that connected the console room to the rest of the interior, with no clue as to what she may find. Having stumbled upon the TARDIS swimming pool and library, Rose was feeling pleased with her findings so far. As she made her way down the corridor, she happened upon another door. This door was not like the others she had seen. It was light blue in colour and was showing signs of neglect. Curious to find out what was inside, Rose stepped towards the door, which opened automatically. As she stepped into the room, she was immediately drawn to an enormous screen inside. The screen, currently switched off, was the size of a cinema screen. Rose approached the console in front and pressed a large button, which she presumed would turn the screen on. The screen flashed into life, causing Rose to step back from the console in order to see what was being displayed. In a series of letters and numbers were shown on the screen, reading: Time Difference - 1 minute = 1 year. Rose thought for a moment about what this could mean. Before she had time to come to a conclusion, the button she had pressed to switch the screen on began to flash. There was a funny sounding siren that came from the speakers next to the screen, as Rose looked around unsure of what was happening. The text from the screen vanished, and a new message popped up: Baby DNA Detected. Rose blinked to make sure she hadn’t misread the message. She wasn’t a baby, she was nineteen years old. How could it possibly detect baby DNA? Then suddenly, she remembered her most recent time travel experience. She had held her younger self briefly during her encounter with the time Reapers, which could have caused astronomical damage to her own personal timeline. Not wanting to stick around to discover any potential consequences to her actions, Rose turned to leave the room. However, before she could walk out back into the TARDIS corridors, the door slammed shut. Startled, Rose froze on the spot. A look of panic immediately came across her face. All the while, the funny sounding siren was still playing over the speakers, with the screen still proclaiming that it had registered baby DNA. Rose moved towards the shut door and tried to pry it open. After several attempts, she realised it was no use. She started to bang her hands on the door. “Let me out! Please let me out!” she cried. The siren quietened down, as Rose continued to bang on the door. Suddenly realising that the siren had stopped completely, Rose stopped banging on the door and turned around to face the screen. A new message flashed up, and it immediately filled Rose with a sense of dread: Initiate baby care protocol. Rose stood still, unable to even move her feet from all the panic flowing through her body. As she attempted to take a step forward, several hatches in the walls of the room opened up, and out shot four mechanical arms. The arms twisted and turned like an octopus’ tentacles as they shot towards Rose, each one of their ‘hands’ wide open. Rose let out a scream filled with fright as each mechanical grabbed hold of her wrists and ankles. Hoisting her into the air, Rose began to breathe heavily. “Let go of me! Put me down!” she cried as she struggled against the strong grip of the mechanical arms. As the arms carried Rose, more hatches in the walls opened up, revealing all manner of machines. The wall behind Rose opened up to disperse what looked like a large baby carrier, which was placed directly underneath Rose, who was still mid-air. Once the baby carrier was in place, the arms gently lowered Rose down onto it, still keeping hold of her ankles and wrists. Rose tried her best to comprehend what was happening to her. She looked over the sides of the baby carrier. She was at least fifteen feet in the air, so attempting to free herself from the arms and leaping off the baby carrier was out of the question. As she waited to see what the AI would do next, she began to deduce what the screen’s original message could mean. Though not a veteran time traveler, Rose knew a thing or two about how time could be twisted and re-shaped, especially given how she’d almost caused time to completely break by saving her father’s life on her latest adventure. After thinking through several possibilities, the answers were soon clear to her. The screen had mentioned that the room had registered traces of baby DNA when she touched the button, and who was the last person she had touched with her bare hands? Her infant self, when she met her mother and father back in 1987. She then deduced what the screen’s other message meant: Time Difference - 1 minute = 1 year. For every minute that passes outside of this room, such as the rest of the TARDIS, 1 whole year passes inside! To her horror, Rose figured out that there was no possible way of escaping the room without someone opening the door from the outside. The Doctor had said that he’d be no longer than fifteen minutes when she last saw him, which would mean that it would be fifteen years in her time before he could arrive to let her out. As Rose’s heart began to beat faster and faster knowing she was trapped, more mechanical arms approached her. Before she had the chance to even gasp, the arms grabbed at her clothing. They removed her denim jacket, pink hoodie and white top, revealing a pink bra underneath. Rose grit her teeth as she tried to resist, but the arm’s grip was far too strong. Next, her shoes and socks were removed and her dark pants were slowly pulled down. Rose was now sitting in the baby carrier in her pink bra and panties, completely embarrassed despite no other people being present in the room. As the clothes were carried away, a final set of arms approached her. Rose tried yet again to fend them off, but the arms were not deterred in the slightest. They unhooked her bra and pulled down her panties, carrying them away to be placed with her other clothes. Now completely naked, the nineteen year old was shivering from the cold temperature of the room. Her wrists and ankles were still held tight by the cold steel of the mechanical arms. After all her clothes had been carried away, the next step of the AI’s task began. Several new mechanical arms approached her, each with their own unique item in hand. The first to approach Rose held what looked like a baby pacifier, though it was much larger than one you would give to a crying infant. The pacifier was pink, and had a large black strap fitted to the sides. The arm turned the pacifier gag around, so that the silicone teat was facing Rose. Knowing exactly what the arm was about to do, Rose tried a final effort to escape. “Please, this is a mistake! I..” but before she could finish her pleading, the arm jammed the pacifier into her mouth. The straps were fastened behind her head, pushing down her straight, blonde hair. Rose gurned as the straps were tightened, locked in place with a padlock. With the gag preventing any clear speech, Rose could only whimper and sob as her tongue pressed against the silicone in her mouth. There was simply no way of removing the gag, not without the key to the padlock. The AI continued its duties, bringing forth the next set of items. Rose was hoisted slightly off the baby carrier as a mechanical arm laid down an adult-sized nappy underneath her bottom. Gently lowering her back down again, the mechanical arms got to work pulling the plastic nappy through Rose’s legs. Before they could fasten it over her crotch and bottom, they waited as a separate arm smacked the bottom of a bottle of baby powder over her vagina. The baby-scented powder flew out of the bottle and covered Rose’s crotch completely. With her now protected from getting any rashes, the dormant arms resumed the job of fastening the nappy. They pulled the front just under Rose’s belly button and secured the sides with four large tapes. Finally, the last set of items were put to use. To prevent Rose from removing her nappy, her hands were placed inside large, pink mittens. Each mitten was tightened around her wrists and, just like her gag, were secured with a padlock. The arms retreated away from Rose, their task now being complete. Rose could scarcely believe what had happened to her. She was sat is baby carrier, unable to speak and wearing a nappy! How could this have happened to her? The more she thought about it, the more she wept. She was now a prisoner of the AI, and it was going to take a long time before she was ever let out… Over the years, the AI treated Rose just like a baby. Every day, Rose would wake up inside an adult sized crib, secured to the corners by her wrists and ankles. The mechanical arms that had removed her clothing when she first stumbled upon the room would then lift her out and strap her into her high chair ready for breakfast. Of course, this consisted of baby food being fed to her with a plastic spoon, with a bib tied around her in case of any spillages. For her drink, she was only allowed milk from a bottle. During feeding time, naturally, her gag was removed. But any complaining or refusing to eat would result in spankings, either from the palm of a mechanical hand or with a large paddle. In her early days as an adult baby, Rose tended to resist quite frequently, so her bottom was usually very red by the end of each day! As with all babies, Rose would have accidents in her nappy throughout the day. This was no problem for the AI, as changing nappies was one of its primary functions. Whether it was a number one or number two kind of accident, the AI was prepared for any scenario. If Rose complained too much during a change, then the AI would punish her by leaving her in her dirty nappy for a longer period of time the next time she made a mess. Baby powder was used during every change, and various designs of nappy were used. Some days the nappy would be all white, sometimes with cute teddy bears or cartoon baby blocks printed on the landing strip. Whatever the design, Rose had no choice in what she wore. Inbetween her nappy changes and feeding time, Rose was allowed to play with all sorts of baby toys and games. She had hundreds of baby blocks, rattles and teddy bears and dolls. Throughout the years, she found herself playing the same make believe stories she used to make up as a child, especially when playing with her Barbie dolls. The giant screen also regularly played children’s TV programmes, some of which Rose had grown up watching. Eventually getting used to the minimal selection of things to do, Rose slowly began to somewhat enjoy her carefree life as an adult baby! At the end of the day, it was time for Rose to be bathed and put to bed. The mechanical arms made sure to clean every part of Rose’s naked body during bath time, on more than once occasion unintentionally tickling her when cleaning under her armpits. When it was time for bed, she was lowered down into her crib and strapped in at the wrists and ankles, all ready for the AI to read her a bedtime story. Sucking on her pacifier gag as she listened, Rose would eventually peacefully drift off to sleep, ready for another day of being babied. All the while, Rose did not age at all, thanks to the Infant Facilities time distortion. Though many years passed, Rose still retained her youthful looks and never once showed any sign of ageing! Everyday passed without any hindrance to the AI’s duty to care for Rose. Baby food was prepared, nappies were changed and bedtime stories were read. All the while, Rose lost all track of how long she had been trapped inside the Infant Facility, unsure if she’d ever be let out. And, for all we know, she could still be trapped inside there today...

Hi all, I recently continued one of my stories, but realised I have totally forgotten the login particulars of both the account and email address of the original account I used to publish it. So I had to create a new account and, so as to retain control over the thread, I'll repost the whole thing here. The original post is at the link below. I've also made really small editorial changes here and there. Chapter 1 Daniel was forced to shade his eyes as he stepped out of the shelter of the train station into the noontime sunlight. Looking around, he spotted a vaguely familiar figure a short walk away, waving at him. “Daniel! Over here!” “Uncle Phillip!” Daniel walked over and shook hands with the middle-aged man, who was standing next to a beat-up old car. “Thanks for picking me up.” “No problem at all,” Phillip opened the trunk for Daniel to stow his small suitcase. “You're one of the earlier ones, we're expecting the rest to come late in the afternoon or in the evening. Harriet and Ellie will only be coming tomorrow and will stay overnight for the funeral. Jason's out of the country and so won’t be joining them. The folks from the funeral parlour's supposed to come by around four. Your mom's cooking up a storm and your dad -” “Yeah, Dad's under the weather, so won't be coming. Thankfully I was able to sort things at work out quickly so I could get here earlier.” Phillip and I got into the car, which pulled out of the parking space in short order “Glad Harriet can make it, considering Ellie's only... four?” “I think so, four or five. Yeah, not easy to have to handle a child that young outside of home. Anyway, it's good to see you again.” Phillip pulled out of the carpark into a break in traffic. “Same back to you. It'll be good to see the rest of the family too. It seems the only time we get together nowadays is at weddings and funerals.” Daniel relaxed into the seat as the vaguely familiar scenery passed by. “Sounds about right” Phillip dryly chuckled. “Speaking of which, my wife and your other aunts will want to know – when are we going to able to attend your wedding?” Daniel snorted. “Jesus. Considering Aunt Maggie's messy divorce, why are they all so eager to see me married off?” “Women love a wedding, and it gives them something more to gossip about” Phillip commented. “Plus, you're the eldest unmarried niece-slash-nephew. You're what, thirty?” “In a few months.” Daniel shook his head. “I'm very happy being single, thank you, and am in no rush to get attached at all – particularly not to the wrong woman. If the 'right woman' never comes along, I'd be happy to spend my dying years in some cheerful home with other grumpy old men.” “Heh. Well, good luck convincing the women of that.” The rest of the ride passed with small talk, and some periods of silence where Daniel stared out of the window and replied to emails as his uncle drove. Before long, they turned into a street full of small retiree cottages, all painted in pastel colours. Phillip turned into the driveway of one of the cottages but didn't turn off the engine. He cleared his throat. “Daniel?” “Hm?” Daniel looked up from his phone and blinked a few times. “Oh, we're here.” “Yes, but...” Phillip cleared his throat again. “Before you go in... well... you should prepare yourself.” “Oh... yes, of course. I suppose my mother and aunt Rose are taking it hard.” “No, that's not what I mean – I mean, it's a sad situation, but Dad – your grandpa – was old and we all knew he had a weak heart. It was really a matter of time. We've been mentally prepared for years.” Phillip paused and swallowed uncomfortably. “No, you should prepare yourself for something... um... unexpected. Talk to your mother about it.” With that, he killed the engine and stepped out of the car. “O...kay?” Daniel was surprised, but as Phillip was clearly unwilling to talk about it. He shrugged, got out of the car, accepted his suitcase from Phillip with a word of thanks. His uncle opened the gate for him, and Daniel walked up the path to the house. As he walked, out of the corner of his eye, he saw some sudden movement, and paused. Turning his head, he saw a little girl he had never seen before, standing right next to the fence, staring back at him with large round eyes. The girl was dressed in a simple black short-sleeved dress, white socks, and patent leather shoes. Her caramel brown hair, which reached her shoulders, was unconfined, and some stray hairs floated in the gentle breeze. She held a spray of blue flowers loosely in her hand as she stared at him, open mouthed. She held her stare on him, and he stared back at her, not knowing entirely why he did so. After a moment of eternity, she spun around and raced away to the back of the house. Daniel blinked and shook his head. Turning back to his uncle, he asked “Was that -” before realising that his uncle was out of earshot, having entered the house and was holding the door open for him, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. Daniel quickly trotted to the door and entered with a word of thanks. Before he could repeat his question, however, his uncle called loudly “Marge! Daniel's here!” “Thanks Phil! Daniel! I'm in the kitchen! Come here and say hi!” Daniel's mother's voice floated back. Daniel quickly took off his shoes and put his suitcase out of the way, before walking towards the kitchen, which he recalled was towards the back of the house. Strangely, he saw no sign of anyone else in the house. “Daniel!” his mother was alone in the kitchen, chopping onions, so he walked over and kissed her proffered cheek. “Glad you could make it! Were you able to clear your schedule?” “Yes, thankfully my boss is a good man, he told me to leave everything with him and just go”. Daniel replied. “Hey, by the way, I saw a little girl on the way in – was that Ellie? Is Harriet here already?” Daniel's mother paused and sighed deeply. “No... that's not Ellie,” she said reluctantly. “She's... well...” she paused and glanced into the air “That girl is... how do I phrase this..." A few seconds passed as she tried to think of the best way to convey it. "Well...she's your grandfather's child.” Daniel blinked. “Say that again?” “She's... your grandpa's secret daughter.” “...Huh?!” For the first time in his life, Daniel's jaw literally dropped as he stared at his mother. Daniel's mother saw his expression and sighed heavily. “Apparently, your grandfather – my father – at eighty-three years old – was having a relationship with someone, and... well, somehow...” she waved her hands helplessly. “I really don't want to think about it, but I guess things happened and...” “But... wait... what?” Daniel's mind was recovering quickly, although still shocked. “So grandpa... in his late seventies... well done grandpa!” He shook his head in amazement, before another thought occurred to him. “So that makes her my aunt... and your sister?” He started to laugh. It was Daniel's mother's jaw's turn to fall, before she closed it and smacked Daniel's shoulder. “Daniel! It's not funny! It's – it's – stop laughing! This is a serious matter!” Daniel's laughter intensified as his mother's face turned bright red. “It's... you... she... arrgh! Get out! Shoo!” Daniel fled the kitchen, laughing at his mother's reaction. Once outside the kitchen, his composure quickly returned. Well. I've got to give it to the old man – I can't believe it! “Daniel, go find Rose upstairs! She'll let you know where you'll be sleeping! Then help her get the rooms sorted out, and get changed into something formal before the body comes at around five!” Daniel's mother called after him. “Alright!” And hopefully Aunt Rose can give me more details... Chapter 2 It turned out that the little girl's name was Chloe – surnamed Young, like Daniel's grandfather. She was probably five years old. No one in the family had known of her existence before Daniel's grandfather passed away. The neighbours had known knew she was around and had helped look after her for the short time before family arrived, but they did not have any information either. Most curiously, no one knew who, or where, her mother was. The neighbours didn't recall anyone living there apart from Grandpa, or any regular guests. The little girl's existence was a mystery. According to Daniel's mother, the little girl spent most of her time in an unobtrusive corner, staring out at the garden, or playing silently with a few toys in Daniel's grandpa's room. However, shortly after Daniel's arrival, she started a new activity – following Daniel around. Daniel had just filled a basket with musty sheets to be washed so the guest rooms would be usable. When he turned around, she was standing a few feet behind him, hugging a stuffed rabbit close to her chest. He met her eyes for an instant before she quickly looked down at his feet. “Hello, Chloe.” Daniel greeted her. She didn't respond. “Hi, I'm Daniel, your relative.” it seemed wrong to describe her as his aunt, or him as her nephew. “What are you doing here?” The little girl still did not react, continuing to stare mutely at the ground. “Are you okay? Can you talk?” Daniel didn't know how to interact with a child who didn't respond to anything he said – and for that matter, he was unsure if she understood anything he said. “Well... um... sorry, I have to bring these sheets to be washed, so see you later,” he picked up the basket of sheets and let the room, walking around the little girl. As he walked out and down the stairs, he heard the soft patter of little feet behind him. The little girl continued to follow Daniel as he moved around the house, cleaning. She would disappear for brief moments, presumably when she went to the bathroom or got a drink, but would reappear before long. Nevertheless, she failed to respond to any of Daniel's sporadic attempts to engage her and whenever Daniel looked at her, she was staring at the floor and not meeting his eyes. The first and only time that day Daniel got a reaction from the little girl was after he happened to use the bathroom. As Daniel was washing his hands, he glanced at the dustbin, and was surprised to see a colourful piece of cloth in there. Is that... a diaper? He wondered, bending over to examine it closer. It was indeed a diaper, in a pull-up style, and furthermore, appeared to be wet. Don't tell me... Daniel opened the door and saw the little girl waiting outside, quietly. “Chloe...” the little girl didn't react as always. Daniel paused, unsure of how to broach the subject, before deciding to tackle it head on. “Chloe, there's a diaper, a pull-up, in the dustbin there. Is that yours?” For the first time since he entered the house, the little girl's eyes flashed up to meet his, before looking down again. She slowly nodded yes. Huh, so she can understand me after all. “Well... are you wearing a diaper now?” she shook her head. “I mean – a pull-up?” this time, she nodded. “Why are you wearing a diap – pull-up?” Daniel asked in surprise, realising the stupidity of the question only after he asked it. In any case, the little girl just stared at the floor, unresponsive. “Never mind the last question. Okay, since It's a pull-up, do you know how to use the potty?” the little girl nodded slowly. “I see, but you have accidents sometime?” she nodded again. “Well, if you need help to use the potty, you can let me know, okay? I can ask my mother or aunt Rose to help you.” She didn't respond to that, continuing to stare at the floor. Daniel stood up and sighed. He glanced at his watch, which showed around half an hour past four. Time for a quick shower and to wear something a bit more formal. “Chloe... I'm going to take a bath now, so can you go and look for aunt Rose? It'll take some time before I go down.” she gave no indication she heard him. “You can't follow me into the bathroom, so you should go find Aunt Rose, alright?” He stepped back into the bathroom and closed the door. A few moments later, he heard small feet thud on the staircase, heading down. The guests - more distant relatives, family friends, and neighbours – started arriving shortly after the coffin was placed in the garden, under a large white tent. Dressed in a black suit and tie, Daniel helped to welcome the guests, shadowed by the silent little girl. Daniel didn't understand why the little girl followed him around, despite only meeting earlier that day. He only realised the reason why after he bumped into a guest as he turned the corner to the entrance hallway. The guest, an old lady, stared up at him in shock. “Arthur? Arthur?!” she gasped. “Sorry... what?” Daniel was puzzled as the old lady backed away from him, eyes wide, with a hand on her heart and another covering her mouth. Just then, Rose rushed in, and gently took the old lady's shoulders. “No dearie, this isn't Arthur, this is his grandson, Daniel,” she explained. “But – he looks just like Arthur! A young Arthur!” the old lady protested disbelievingly. “You're right, we've always said that, but this is Daniel, not Arthur... Daniel, why don't you see if your mother needs help?” Rose shooed Daniel away as she tried to settle the old lady's distraught nerves. Daniel bemusedly took the excuse and turned around, and saw the little girl standing behind him. A sudden realisation struck him. So that's why she's following me around! Daniel was suddenly filled with compassion for Chloe, who was alone, and to whom the only familiar face in the crowd was that of a stranger. Over the course of the evening, as various relatives arrived, it became clear to Daniel that no one really knew what to do with the little girl. Most of the relatives intentionally ignored her presence, refusing to look at her direction or to acknowledge her at all. They greeted Daniel with smiles and engaged him in the usual conversational questions, but ignored the tiny shadow following in his wake. She has just lost a parent, but no one seems to care, Daniel thought at sometime during the night, as he sat at a table listening half-heartedly to his mother talk with some old family friend. The little girl sat quietly on the floor beside him, playing with her stuffed rabbit. Has anyone even properly explained death to her? Did I understand what death was when I was her age? I can't remember... The little girl, on her part, remained silent as she clutched a stuffed rabbit toy, keeping her eyes down as she followed Daniel around the forest of giant legs. From time to time, she would quietly walk off to use the bathroom or get a drink, but would always return to Daniel’s side. On the rare occasion when someone noticed and tried to engage her, she refused to respond, continuing whatever she was doing without looking at that person, and the adult would inevitably leave awkwardly thereafter. The only person she reacted to in any way was Daniel. But throughout the course of the night, she never made a single sound. Later on, Daniel caught his mother for a quick conversation. “Mum – is there something wrong with Chloe? She hasn't said a single word the entire day.” he asked. “I don't know. We don't have much information on her at all,” his mother replied matter-of-factly. “She may be a little slow, or maybe just shy. Thanks for keeping an eye on her and keeping her out of the way.” “Well, she kind of just follows me around, like a little ducky. Anyway, do you think she could be autistic? She won't meet my eyes, doesn't respond to anything – and did you know that she's wearing diapers?” Daniel's mum was surprised “Diapers? I thought she was five? How did you find out?” “I saw a wet diaper in the trash – it's a pull-up, so she must be able to change herself. She nodded when I asked if she was wearing one.” “Well now...” his mother looked thoughtful for a moment. “I don't know, maybe she is autistic. There's no way to find out now though. We should let whoever looks after her after this know. For now, just make sure she's no trouble, okay?” Despite his misgivings, the little girl was largely able to look after herself the whole night. She ate the bread, stew, and potatoes – a family recipe which Daniel's mother had cooked – without complaint, keeping herself reasonably clean. Apart from that, she was content with shadowing Daniel quietly. However, despite her small size, her presence was an elephant in the room. No one talked about her, few even talked to her, and no one who knew of her circumstances showed any of the affection that would usually be shown to little children, The fact was, that no one knew what to do with the quiet little girl. After all the guests had left, the only persons who remained were Daniel, his mother, his uncle Phillip and aunt Rose – and the little girl. Between them, they would hold the wake. The original purpose of a wake wasn't clear. Daniel had heard from some that the family would set a guard so that no one would steal the body or grave goods, and from some others that it was supposed to be a vigil for the soul of the departed. Some people online also speculated that in the past, pronouncements of death were not always reliable, and the deceased would occasionally “wake” up. Whatever it was, the wake had long lost its original purpose. Still, it was tradition, and it just felt right to ensure someone was awake through the night. Daniel and Phillip took the first watch. Daniel sat on the couch in the living room, watching Netflix on his phone and enjoying a cold beer. He had changed into a t-shirt and shorts, though he carried a jacket in case it got cold. Phillip sat in another old, squashy armchair and stared at whatever was playing on the television, also with a beer next to him. The ladies had headed to bed early in anticipation of having to wake up to take over the second shift of the wake. The little girl sat quietly beside Daniel, cuddling her toy bunny and staring at the television, dressed in baby blue pyjamas and smelling fresh after a bath. Before long, Daniel was disturbed by a soft bump against his side. Glancing over, he saw that the little girl had fallen asleep, and was now leaning her head against him. Poor thing, she must be exhausted. I'd best get her to bed. “Hey Chloe...” Daniel gently shook her shoulder, and she stirred and sat up, opening sleepy eyes and looking directly at him for an instant before looking down again. “You don't have to stay up. It's late and you're tired, you should go to bed. Does that sound good?” Surprisingly, she shook her head no. “No? Aren't you tired?” She shook her head again. Daniel chuckled “Chloe, you're very tired, and little girls should have gone to sleep a long time ago. I tell you what – do you want to sleep with my mother, Aunt Margaret?” Again, no. “How about with Aunt Rose?” No. “How about...” “I want to stay here,” a tiny voice interrupted Daniel. Daniel blinked in surprise. “You can talk? I mean – did you say you want to stay here?” the little girl firmly nodded. “Are you sure you want to stay here? There's no bed and I'm sure it’s not as comfortable as upstairs...” Daniel was surprised. The little girl nodded her head vigorously. “Just let her,” Phillip grumbled “She's young, sleeping on the couch won't hurt. You can bring her upstairs when you go up.” “I guess so” Daniel acquiesced. “Chloe, do you want to get a pillow or a blanket?” But the little girl was clearly not inclined to move any further. Instead, she curled up on the couch, her head next to him, and closed her eyes, falling instantly back into slumber. That was fast! It isn't that cold tonight, but I should make sure she's warm. Daniel took off his jacket and covered the little girl's small body. He watched her sleep awhile, before turning back to his phone and resuming his show. A few hours passed in that way, before a gentle rumble penetrated Daniel's Airpods. Looking up, he realised that Phillip had dozed off in his chair. The snoring slowly grew louder, and the little girl stirred. “Uncle Phillip,” Daniel paused the show, walked over and tapped the sleeping man on his shoulder, who awoke with a start. “You've got to pick a few more people tomorrow morning, so why don't you head up first? I'll stay here until Aunt Rose or my mother come down.” “Hmm? Ah... well... that makes sense, so if you're sure...” Phillip stood and stretched, yawning hugely. “Yeah, go ahead.” Daniel muffled a sympathetic yawn. “I can sleep in tomorrow – oops, today.” “Alright, good night.” Phillip tramped up the stairs, and the sounds of doors opening and water running came from upstairs for sometime before the house fell silent again. Daniel got another beer from the fridge and turned back to his phone. A few episodes later, Daniel caught some movement out of the corner of his eye as the little girl stirred. He noticed that her leg and part of her body was sticking out from under the jacket, and so he picked the jacket up to place it properly. However, as he lifted the jacket up, he noticed that the little girl's pyjama pants had turned a dark shade. Oh dear – Daniel touched the cloth and confirmed that it was indeed wet. Her diaper must have leaked. “Chloe –” he gently shook her shoulder. the little girl stirred, but didn't open her eyes. “Chloe, wake up – your diaper leaked, you need a change.” The little girl opened her eyes more fully and sat up, her hands flying to touch her wet pants and confirm the wetness for herself. Her gaze swung to Daniel's face, and their eyes met for a second before she looked away again. Despite not seeing her face, Daniel somehow knew she felt sad. “It's alright, these things happen” Daniel awkwardly reassured her. “Why don't you go change into a new diaper – I mean pull-up – and pants?” The little girl nodded and started heading out of the living room. However, after a few steps, she paused, turned back, walked back to Daniel. One small hand reached out and hesitantly grabbed the hem of Daniel's t-shirt. “Do you want me to come with you?” Daniel asked. Still looking down, the little girl nodded. “Alright.” The little girl let go of Daniel's shirt and walked out of the room and up the stairs, Daniel following behind. He followed her into his Grandfather's room, and watched as she pulled some wipes, a new pull-up, and pants from a set of drawers. She then ran into the attached bathroom and closed the door, coming out after a minute in the new pants, presumably wearing the new pull-up underneath. She held the wet pants out to Daniel, who took them gingerly. I'd better wash these, or they're going to stink by morning. Daniel brought the pants back into the bathroom, the little girl following in his footsteps, and rinsed them in the sink before hanging them on the edge of the bathtub to dry. He then noted a clearly soaked purple pull-up in the bin and tied off the bin liner to prevent the smell from spreading. Finally, turning back, he caught the little girl in the middle of a huge yawn, which set off his own yawn as well. “Okay Chloe, time for you to go to bed,” Daniel declared. However, the little girl shook her head. One small hand reached out again and grasped his t-shirt, but this time so tightly that the knuckles turned while. Daniel looked at the hand in surprise, then understanding. Think, dumbass, he scolded himself. She's a little girl whose home is suddenly full of strange adults, most of whom don't want to admit she exists. She's scared and lonely and you're the only person she has any familiarity with. You can't leave her alone. “Do you want me to stay with you until you fall asleep?” Daniel asked her. The little girl looked up at his face and slowly nodded. “Alright then – why don't you get into bed while I use the bathroom.” She nodded again and crawled into the room's queen-sized bed. She sat in bed, staring at the door to the toilet until Daniel emerged and walked over to sit down on the edge of the bed, next to her. “Why don't you lie down and close your eyes?” he suggested, and the little girl did so. Daniel awkwardly stretched the blanket over her, and watched as her breathing slowly grew deeper and drifted into sleep. After a few minutes, the little girl appeared to be sound asleep. Daniel stood up and walked to the room door, opening it as quietly as he could. “No!” a soft, pleading call arrested his steps, and Daniel turned around, surprised to see the little girl sitting up in bed, staring at him. “Stay here!” she whined. “Sorry, I have to go back...” Daniel began. Just then, he heard a door open behind him. “I heard the noise. Why don't you go ahead and stay with her, Daniel, it's about time I took over.” Daniel's mother yawned, but smiled at him. “I can't sleep with all the people moving around, anyway.” “Are you sure?” Daniel checked his phone and noticed that it was almost four in the morning – the pre-agreed handover time. “Alright, thanks – I'll get some rest then.” he paused, and looked back at the little girl, who was still looking at him pleadingly, hugging her stuffed rabbit toy. “Um... I think I have to sleep here tonight.” His mother smiled sympathetically. “That's fine. I'm sure Dad won't mind you using his bed. Based on what I saw today, I don't think that girl would be able to sleep otherwise.” “OK then, thanks and good night.” Stifling another yawn, he closed the door and turned back to the little girl. “Alright, I'll stay with you tonight. Why don't you lie down and go back to sleep?” She nodded and lay down again, curling up around her toy. Daniel walked over and tucked her back in, then paused and considered. There was really no other option available for sleeping that on the bed, next to the little girl. The girl, apparently reassured by his presence, had closed her eyes and was rapidly falling asleep again, and there was more than enough space on the other side of the bed. It should be fine. He carefully lay down and turned off the bedside light, plunging the room into darkness. He lay still for awhile, listening to the slight howl of the wind outside, and the soft, deep breathing of the little human being next to him. He couldn't help but wonder about the future of the little girl. The funeral would take place in a few more hours, and afterwards, the family would decide on her care arrangements, and she would leave to join a brand new family, a brand new household. He wondered if she knew what would happen, and what was going on. How do you explain death to a five year old? Daniel was sure that he wouldn't get any sleep – but before he knew it, he woke up to sunlight streaming into the room, and the sounds of activity from downstairs. Chapter 3 “...Amen.” The minister concluded. “Amen.” everyone else murmured. “I now invite all relatives and friends present to pay your last respects to Arthur Joseph Young. If you wish, you may take a flower from the table and place it on the coffin.” The minister stepped away from the graveside as, by some unwritten custom, friends and more distant relatives stepped forward to pay their final respects, with the immediate family staying seated as the last to say farewell. Daniel sat in the second row from the front, with the little girl sitting quietly next to him. Ellie, Harriet's daughter, sat next to her. Daniel had hoped that the little girl would respond to another child, but the little girl failed to respond to Ellie in any way. Ellie, after attempting to engage the little girl multiple times, grew bored and turned to her mother instead. As the relatives waited patiently in the chairs, Ellie fidgeted until she became bored again. Without anything better to do, she attempted to engage the little girl again, by turning to her and holding out a colourful bracelet in front of the little girl's face. “See my friendship bracelet? It spells my name on it! I made it myself with my friends in school! See, it spells E-L-L-I-E - spells Ellie!” She beamed proudly. “My favourite colour is pink and so I made the words pink, but my friends favourite colours are blue and yellow and so I put the colours there too!” As happened previously, the little girl ignored Ellie's monologue entirely. She sat unresponsively in her chair, staring down at the ground, kicking her legs back and forth. Ellie, clearly frustrated, turned to her mother and began complaining loudly. “Mummy, that girl doesn't want to talk to me! Is it that she cannot talk? She's the same age as me right? How come she cannot talk? I want to play with her but she doesn't say anything!” Harriet, clearly embarrassed, shushed her, but at the same time glanced up at Daniel with the same questions in her eyes. “She can talk, she's just shy,” Daniel told both Ellie and Harriet. Furthermore, he thought, she's learned how to control her volume – unlike someone else! “Then how come she doesn't talk to me?!” Ellie yelled. “Ellie! Be quiet! Use your inside voice!” Harriet chided her. “But we're outside, not inside! Why must I use my inside voice?” Ellie replied indignantly, at the same volume. “I mean... er... by the way, do you need to go potty?” Caught flat-footed, Harriet decided to change the subject. Ellie nodded and slid off the plastic chair and Harriet stood up. “I'll be right back” Harriet excused herself. “Hold on” Daniel interjected, and Harriet paused. “Chloe, do you need to go use the potty?” he asked quietly. The little girl, without looking up, shook her head no. “Can you go and try with Ellie and Harriet?” Daniel asked again. She again shook her head no. “Mummy, I need to go potty bad!” Ellie announced, tugging on her mother's hand and squirming a little. “It's alright, go ahead,” Daniel told Harriet. As Harriet left, he lowered his voice and whispered to Chloe “Chloe, is your pull-up wet?” Chloe's legs froze, and she slowly nodded her head. “It's okay, we'll get you a new pull-up soon,” he reassured her, reaching over and gently patting her back. Slowly, her legs began swinging again as she seemed to relax a little. “Relatives and friends, please make your way back to the sanctuary, where there are some light refreshments. The family will join you shortly.” after some time, the minister herded everyone else away, leaving the family alone for them to bid their final farewells. Daniel's mother and her siblings stood up, each taking a flower from the small pile of white lilies and chrysanthemums left on the table. They gathered together, staring into the grave, and tears sprang into all of their eyes as they regarded their father silently. After awhile, Daniel's uncle tossed his flower into the grave, and his sisters followed. It was now the grand-children's turn. Daniel stood up, but paused and turned to the little girl, who had not moved. “You should go and say goodbye to Grandpa too,” he advised her. The little girl's kicking legs stilled again, before she shook her head no. “Don't be like that. Come on, I'll go together with you.” Daniel offered his hand to the little girl. The little girl slowly reached out a small hand and grabbed Daniel's hand, before sliding off her chair. Hand-in-hand, they walked towards the grave. Daniel's grandfather lay in an open casket in the grave, dressed in a dark suit, his body strewn with white and yellow flowers. Daniel and the little girl stood by the graveside, looking at the body. “Come on, let’s get a flower to give Grandpa,” Daniel said after awhile. He led the little girl to the flower table. Picking up a lily and a chrysanthemum, he asked the little girl “Do you want a white one or a yellow one?” The little girl shook her head. “Don't you want to give Grandpa a flower? Grandpa loved flowers, you know,” Daniel encouraged her. She shook her head, more vigorously this time. She raised her head and looked around. Suddenly, she took off, running away from the grave. “Chloe!” Daniel called after her, startled, and began to run after her. The little girl ignored him and ran to one of the flowerbeds lining the church. Squatting down, she began pulling at the flowers. “Chloe! Stop! Those are -” Daniel caught up with her and reached his hand out to stop her, but paused when he noticed what she was doing. Grandpa's favourite flower. Blue irises. The name came back to him, and he remembered that she had been holding one of those flowers when he had first seen her. She's really Grandpa's daughter. “I see – you want to give Grandpa his favourite flowers, right?” he squatted down next to her as she continued pulling at a flower. He reached out a hand towards the flower and helped her break it off close to the ground, before picking a flower for himself as well. Holding her flower in both hands, the little girl stood up and walked with Daniel back to the grave. Harriet, Ellie, and Daniel's sister Rebecca were standing by the graveside when he returned. Harriet and Rebecca were wiping tears from their eyes, while Ellie stared curiously into the grave. “Mummy! Why is Great-Gramps not moving? Is he sleeping? Why is he sleeping in the hole?” Ellie shouted her questions loudly, oblivious to the solemn mood around her. Stepping up to the graveside, Daniel regarded his grandfather's face again, before throwing the iris in. The little girl threw her flower into grave immediately after, then stood quietly staring into the casket for a long moment. Daniel stood by her, in a bubble of respectful silence. “Is he not going to wake up any more?” softly but clearly, the little girl asked, still staring at the old man's face. Daniel half-knelt next to her and put a hand on her small back. “No,” he replied quietly. “He's not.” Tears immediately gushed out from the little girl's eyes and ran down her cheeks, as her face twisted in terrible, heart-rending anguish. Her breaths turned to gasps as she blindly turned towards Daniel, and gripped his shoulder with one tiny hand. She raised the other hand and rubbed it against her eyes, attempting to hide her tears as she fought against her sobs. Daniel reached out with his other hand and softly began to pat her back, wordlessly offering what comfort he could give. That soft pressure was enough to crack the dam of her self-control, and she flung both hands around Daniel's neck as she buried her face into his shoulder, weeping piteously as her shoulders shook in grief. Kneeling by the grave, Daniel gently embraced the heartbroken little girl, his jacket slowly dampened by bitter tears. Late in the afternoon, the family gathered back at the old man's house for a serious discussion. The adults sat in the living room in a rough circle. Ellie sat in a corner, distracted by some show she was watching on her mother's phone, and Chloe sat quietly by herself in the garden. Her back was to the living room, as she stared at the patch of irises waving in the gentle breeze. Perhaps she knew when she was not wanted. “Seriously, dad should have told us about this earlier!” Daniel's aunt Ruth complained. “Personally, I'm amazed that none of us noticed any sign of her being around when we visited,” Daniel's uncle Jacob declared. “I visited him at least once every two weeks, and never saw any sign of the girl!” Margaret, Daniel's mother, chimed in. “How did dad keep her hidden for so long?” “More importantly, who and where is her mother?” Maggie, Daniel's other aunt, scoffed. “I cannot believe that dad raised that little girl all the way from infancy on his own! He barely did anything when we were children – the only thing he was good for was calling for Mum to handle everything! We should just give the girl back to her mother and be done with it!” Jacob quickly stepped in to interrupt the forthcoming tirade. “Alright, Maggie, I understand what you're saying, but the fact is that we have no clue who her mother is at this time. For now, we have to decide – what do we do with her? “Well, don't look at me,” Maggie sniffed. “I hate children, and since my dear ex-husband ran off with that... that prostitute, there's no way I'm going to be able to look after that … that retard!” “Mags! Watch your language!” Ruth gestured at Ellie, sitting in a corner. Unfortunately, Maggie misunderstood Ruth's intentions. “No? You don't think there's anything wrong with her?” Maggie dramatically gestured at the garden, where the little girl sat quietly. “Look at her! She hasn't said a word to anyone the whole time, doesn't respond to basic courtesies, doesn't look at anyone!” her voice steadily grew louder and shriller. “She just sits around staring at the sky or God-knows-what! Also, unless I am very mistaken, she's the source of all the wet diapers in every toilet in the house! How old is she, five? How does a five year old still wet herself?!” “Maggie!” Margaret shouted loudly over her ranting younger sister. “That's entirely uncalled for!” “Tell me which part of anything I've said is untrue! Can you?” Maggie shouted back. Daniel could not believe his senses as his mother and aunt kicked off a shouting match, which Ruth and Jacob tried to stop at first but got sucked in before long. His eyes flicked to the little girl, who must have heard the commotion and who he knew understood far, far more than she let on. He thought he saw her hunch up defensively, shielding herself from the ruckus in the house. “SHUT! UP!” Phillip had a booming voice capable of shattering stone, which he employed now. As everyone stared at him in shock, he sat back, and in a normal volume, stated “I understand all of you are angry that your father somehow gave you all a sister” – all four siblings flinched at the word – “a half-sister who could be your grandchild, and even hid her existence from everyone until he died. Fine and dandy, and that sucks, but that's not what we should be discussing now! Focus!” “Yes, you're right of cause, dear,” Ruth was the first to speak up after Phillip's scolding. “Maggie, I think you've made your views abundantly clear, and no one's going to ask you to do something you don't want to do. Phillip and I, we have our hands full helping with Ellie as it is. We don't have the time or the energy to give that girl the attention she needs.” Phillip nodded brusquely in agreement. “I can't as well,” Jacob said. “As you know, Susan's mother's health hasn't been good lately, and I have to run the business. Neither of us have the time to look after her as well, especially not with the twins both in college – it’s expensive to put two through at the same time, you know!” Excuses, all excuses, Daniel couldn't help but think, somewhat uncharitably. All eyes turned to Margaret. “I can't possibly do it either, my place isn't suitable for child-raising! Besides, I'm getting old, I don't have time to be looking after a baby or a child either!” “Come on, Mum,” Daniel spoke up. “It's not as if you do anything else for most of the day either. Can't you look after her for awhile at least?” “Daniel! This is none of your business!” Daniel's mother whirled on him. “I'm busier than you know! You don't know anything! And you have no idea how difficult it is to raise a child! You have no idea how much I had to sacrifice, no idea at all!” “Unless you're going to volunteer, you should just keep quiet, brother,” Rebecca chided him as his mother continued to rant. “I'm not able to do so either,” she continued, addressing the family at large. “I just started working and haven't even found a decent boyfriend yet – besides, can you imagine me as a mother?” Rebecca's love for partying was well-known in the family. “Obviously I can't as well,” Harriet added. “My hands are full enough with this one – how am I going to handle two! Especially since she's... well...” her voice trailed off. “Yes, it's not fair to the child if someone was to care for her unwillingly,” someone commented. “It would be one thing if she was normal, but she's... special, it’s not going to be easy to handle her.” “Honestly, I can't imagine her as being related to us at all!” “Are we even sure she's dad's child? He had to have been in his late seventies when she was born, is that physically possible?” “Good point, we should do a DNA test to confirm this!” Daniel listened to the discussion with disbelief. Wasn't this meeting to decide who would look after Chloe? What kind of discussion is this? “Where's her mother anyway? Maybe we should ask the police to help find her? She can't just abandon her child, right?” Looking around, Daniel realised something. They're all angry. They're angry at Grandpa for keeping this huge secret and dumping it on them. They can't take it out on Grandpa, so they're taking it out on Chloe. They just don't want to be saddled with her. No one actually cares for her. “Daniel,” Rebecca asked, “is she really still not potty-trained and in diapers?” Daniel didn't respond, losing himself in thought. He recalled the sound of light feet on wooden floorboards, thudding quietly behind him as he walked. “Mummy, why does Chloe wear diapers? Is she still a baby?” He thought of a little form curled up on the couch, covered by his jacket. “Doesn't the government usually step in in cases like these? Lord knows, this can’t be the first time something like this has happened. That's what the foster system exists for, right?” He saw in his mind's eye fear-widened eyes staring at him from a bed, pleading with him to stay. “Maybe we should put her up for adoption. You see people adopting those disabled Chinese kids all the time, surely someone can take her in?” He remembered a terrible face, covered in tears, fighting to bottle gut-wrenching sobs even as she blindly reached out for comfort. Fuck them all. Enough. “You know what?” Daniel stood up abruptly, cutting through the chatter. All eyes fell on him. “That girl – Chloe – is capable of far more than you think.” He walked to the door between the living room and the garden and turned around to face his shocked relatives. “And even if she isn't – she's definitely going to grow up to be a far better person than any of you.” He turned around and stepped out into the garden, ignoring the stunned silence from his relatives. He walked over to the little girl who was staring at the flowers, her back still hunched defensively, and stepped to her side. He noticed her twisting the stem of an iris flower in her fingers as she sat. “Hey, Chloe,” he asked, slowly but clearly. “Would you like to live with me?” “Daniel! What are you doing!” “Bro! Are you insane?!” he heard his mother's and sister's exclamations behind him. He ignored them as the little girl slowly looked up at him, meeting his eyes. For the second time, an eternity passed in a moment as the little girl stared at the man, and the man stared at the little girl, and each seemed to read the heart of the other. Then Chloe stood up... ...swung around, dropping the flower... ...and sprinted to him. The little girl flung herself into a tight hug around his legs, and held on like she would never let go. Daniel woke up at home the next day, as he felt someone shaking him gently but insistently. He blinked his eyes blearily in the morning sunlight, and as the cloudiness of early-morning vision dissipated, saw a little girl, long oak-brown hair mussed and messy, sitting by his side and staring at his face with large dark brown eyes, dressed in a white nightgown. “Eeyargh!” he shouted, recoiling in surprise. Surprisingly, the little figure was unperturbed. “Uncle, uncle,” she said softly but clearly. “I need a pull-up.” Daniel blinked again, and his memory returned in a flash. “Good morning, Chloe... ah, hold on...” He clambered out of bed and went to a small suitcase on the floor nearby, opening it and taking a pull-up out from the almost-empty pack inside, along with a pack of wipes. He turned back and handed them to Chloe. “Uncle, where's the toilet?” she asked. “Ah, right, I'll show you – but first, don't call me Uncle!” I should be calling you aunt! “Just call me Daniel.” Chloe blinked and looked into his eyes. “Okay... Daniel.” Chapter 4 Bread, butter, cheese, ham, bread. Daniel assembled a decent looking sandwich using the last of the ingredients in his fridge and sliced it diagonally. He placed it on a plate in the centre of the table He heard a door opening, and looked up as Chloe appeared around the corner, holding her wet overnight pull-up. “Daniel, where to throw this?” she asked. “Just throw it in the kitchen bin over there,” he pointed, and Chloe complied. “You should wash your hands after changing your pull-ups,” he reminded her. “Okay.” She walked back to the bathroom. Meanwhile, Daniel poured two glasses of apple juice and set them on the table. Chloe emerged again with clean hands and clambered up onto a chair, which Daniel pulled out for her. She reached out and grabbed her glass, drinking thirstily, before starting on her sandwich. Daniel picked up the other half and nibbled at it. “Is it good?” he asked. “Uh huh,” she answered. They ate silently and awkwardly. Daniel studied Chloe as she ate, observing the way she ate her sandwich crust-first before eating the centre, how she ensured she ate neatly and over the plate, and her exaggerated care as she held the glass with two hands when drinking, before setting it down carefully. After Chloe finished her sandwich, she looked at the empty plate, then at Daniel. “Do you want more?” he asked, and she nodded. “Well, we still have bread, but I'm out of everything except butter...” “Butter,” Chloe agreed, grabbing the bag of bread and pulling out a slice. Daniel handed her the tub of “I can't believe it's not butter!” and a spreader, and she deftly picked up a blob of butter, spread it on the slice of bread, and neatly folded it in half. Daniel was fairly impressed at her carefulness and dexterity. Chloe tore the bread into half and held one half towards Daniel. “Here, Grandpa, for you!” she exclaimed. Daniel sputtered on his apple juice. Grandpa?! “Uh oh! Sorry Daniel, for you!” she reached over and tried to push the piece of bread into his mouth. Daniel intercepted it amusedly, and she looked pleased, settling back in her chair to eat the other half. Huh, so she calls Grandpa 'Grandpa', even though he's her father? I guess it would avoid the need for awkward explanations to others... “We'll be going out after breakfast,” Daniel told Chloe. “I need to buy groceries, and we should buy you more clothes, and other things as well.” “Okay,” she responded, munching on her sandwich. Before he had left his grandfather's house, his mother had helped him search for and pack all of Chloe's belongings into a small suitcase. “I can't believe this is all that she has,” Daniel's mother frowned as she looked at the half-empty suitcase. The stack of clothes was barely a few inches high. “You need to go shop with her once you get home. She needs a lot more clothes than this, especially if you're only still only doing laundry once a week – and she'll need warmer clothes as the temperature drops. You also need to get her some more toys, or she's going to get bored, and drive you crazy too!” “Yes, I will,” he promised. “Call me if you need any advice or help! Even if you're only looking after her for a short time, raising a child is still a lot of work.” “Yes, yes...” “I've put some important documents for her next to your bag. Keep them safely and read them as soon as you can.” “Okay, thanks.” Daniel sighed and stared at the contents of the suitcase. It looked like all of Chloe's possessions amounted to the stack of clothes, two pairs of footwear, a few well-used activity books, some toiletries, a small backpack, and an almost-empty pack of pull-ups. He noted the distinct absence of any actual underwear in the bag. “I'm sure we'll find more of her things around the house as we clear it up. We'll let you know if we do.” Daniel's mother shook her head as she stared at the suitcase. “Whoever the girl's mother is, she's clearly out of the picture. No mother would have left her child with just this stuff! I'll send you a list of things you're going to need to buy.” “Okay, mum, whatever you want.” Daniel replied. Privately, he intended to disregard it. After all, how much did a single kid need? As it turns out, little girls did need a lot of things. Daniel read his mother's messaged list, and realised it contained a lot more items than he had thought. Thankfully, most of them were likely to be available at a strip mall not too far from his place. First, and perhaps most importantly, clothing. As Daniel worked in the regional headquarters for a large clothing chain with many stores, he had a generous employee discount which he fully intended to make use of. Hence, for the first time in his life, he entered the children's department of a branch of his store. The atmosphere in the children's department was... confounding. Shelves were covered in bright and pastel colours, with cute designs and pictures of various cartoon characters splashed boldly around. Parents, usually mothers, with children in tow flitted from shelf to shelf, with varying degrees of interest and resignation on the part of the child. Even the store scent seemed more child-like somehow, reminiscent of baby powder and lavender. The juvenile atmosphere assaulted Daniel's senses as he walked into the store, holding Chloe's hand and feeling very out of place. Chloe appeared to be attracted by the many colours and designs available. It didn't take long before she pointed at a rack and tugged at Daniel's hand, saying “That one!” Daniel walked over and picked up the light blue long-sleeved tee, sporting some similarly-coloured cartoon horse on the front. It looked unfamiliar and slightly threatening to him, but Chloe was clearly attracted by it. “The price looks alright. What's your shirt size?” he asked “I dunno,” she shrugged. “How tall are you, then?” “I dunno...” “Well, how do I check if this fits...?” Looking around for inspiration, Daniel happened to notice a mother in another aisle bending down and stretching out the shoulders of a shirt against the back of her own child. Enlightened, he had Chloe place her small backpack into the shopping basket, then carried out the same exercise. Looks like a good fit, but I think I should get a size larger in case she starts growing again. He pulled out a shirt with the desired size and put it into the basket. “Alright, one down... what else do you need?” he asked, not actually expecting an answer. “Pyjamas, pants, shirts, socks, jacket,” Chloe offhandedly replied, while craning her neck to look at the many selections surrounding her. Daniel was pleasantly surprised at her sensible answer. “Sounds good! Let me know if you see anything you like, I don't do laundry very often so you can get more.” “Okay!” she agreed happily, and tugged Daniel's hand towards the next location. On their way to the cashier, Daniel paused as they walked by a row displaying children's underwear. “Chloe, let's get you some panties as well. You can wear them after you learn to use the potty better, okay?” “Okay.” Chloe seemed pleased with the idea. “Go and see which ones you like.” Thankfully, children's underwear was sized by age, so all he needed was to pick the right boxes with the designs Chloe pointed out. “That reminds me – it’s been quite a while since we left the house, do you need to go to the toilet?” Daniel asked. Her face fell as she shook her head. “I peed in my pull-ups already,” she quietly explained. “Oh dear, when did that happen?” “When we were choosing clothes,” she replied embarrassedly. “Was it an accident?” Daniel was slightly concerned. Although she had claimed to be able to use the toilet, the only time she had actually used it was when she was at Grandpa's house – and even then, it was clearly hit-and-miss by the number of pull-ups he had seen in the bins. “No,” she admitted. She tugged at his hand, prompting him to bend down, and whispered into his ear “I don't like using the potty outside. It's dirty and scary.” “Oh.” Daniel was surprised at her candour and sighed. “Not all toilets outside are dirty, and you need to tell me when you need to go potty. So how wet are you? Do you need to change?” He turned her around by her shoulders, looking at her pants, noting that while they appeared slightly puffier than normal, there were no wet spots on the front or back. “I dunno,” she shrugged. “Well... we'll go and pay for these items, then we'll go to the toilet to get you changed, okay?” “Okay...” she replied quietly, looking slightly downcast. Daniel took Chloe's hand and walked towards the cashier. Now that he knew she was wet, he noticed that Chloe's gait was slightly different, a little wider than normal. I guess I've got to be more vigilant on bringing her to the toilet. At least I now know how to tell if she's wet. Almost two hundred dollars poorer, Daniel brought Chloe to look for a toilet. Thankfully, Daniel knew the store manager, who allowed Daniel to leave his purchases in the employee break room so he didn't have to carry them around. Daniel made sure Chloe was carrying her backpack, which contained wipes and spare pull-ups. For once, the mall bathroom didn't have a queue as it was still the middle of a working day. “Chloe, go and change in the women's bathroom. I need to take a leak as well, so we'll meet again outside here. If I'm not around, stay here and wait for me. Okay?” The little girl shook her head. “I don't want to go,” she told him quietly. “Chloe, we're gonna be here for a while longer, so you have to get changed,” he explained. “I don't want to go myself,” she looked up at him beseechingly. “Can you come with me?” “I can't go into the ladies, though...” he looked around, and spotted an unoccupied handicap-accessible bathroom separate from the two main bathrooms. “How about we use this one then?” He stepped in and looked around in slight dismay. The bathroom wasn't dirty, but it clearly wasn't very well-maintained either, and had suspicious puddles in the corners. Chloe stepped in after him, took one look at the commode, and pressed her back against the opposite wall. “I don't wanna to use that potty,” she said, with a little fear in her voice. “Yeah, I can see why. Never mind, you don't have to use it. Just change your diaper, okay?” “I don't wanna sit there,” she complained. “Sit? Oh, I see.” Daniel recalled that she would sit down when wearing or taking off long pants, which she would need to do to change. Sitting on the floor was clearly out of the question. “Since it’s like this, shall I help you change?” Daniel asked. Chloe nodded, and immediately unbuttoned her pants, pulled them down, then pulled her shirt up to fully expose the pull-up. Daniel reached out to change her, before a thought occurred to him. “Can you try to pee now, before I change you?” “Okay.” She froze for a few seconds, before announcing “I'm done.” Daniel reached for the sides of the pull-up and tore it away. As the pull-up fell open, he noted that almost half of the pull-up was dry. Good to know – it can probably hold at least another wetting before it needs a change. He also noticed a bit of redness around the edges of Chloe's diaper area. “Chloe, are your... private parts painful?” he asked. “No, it's itchy,” she replied. “I think you have a bit of a rash. Have you been cleaning yourself properly when you change?” “Uh huh,” she said, pulling out a wet wipe and demonstrating. Daniel watched and shook his head. “Chloe, you need to clean more than just that part, you need to clean the whole area which got wet. Here, let me help you.” He grabbed Chloe's hand, which was still holding the wet wipe, and guided her to wipe a higher and wider portion than she had done before. “You also need to wipe between your legs, and your bum if your diaper is very wet, okay? Here, take another wipe and clean again, properly.” “It's not a diaper, it's a pull-up,” she complained as she wiped herself more thoroughly. “Fine, pull-up. Much better, now let's get your new pull-up on.” Daniel discarded the wet pull-up into the bin, took the new pull-up, and opened the Velcro on the seams. He put the back half through her legs and pulled it up the back, while aligning the front of the pull-up so it was level. “Hold the front please?” Chloe did so, and he used his free hand to fasten the Velcro pieces on each side of the pull-up. “Done. Does it feel good?” Chloe shifted around and tugged at the pull-up a little. “It's good,” she stated as she pulled her pants up. “Now, I need you to do me a favour – I need to use the bathroom too, so can you to go to that corner, face the wall, close your eyes, and not turn around until I say you can?” “Okay,” she did so, so Daniel was able to relieve himself with some privacy. “Thanks,” he said once done. She turned around, came to the sink, and both of them washed their hands. “Thanks, Daniel,” Chloe surprised him with a spontaneous hug around one leg. He smiled, reached down, and ruffled her hair affectionately. “You're welcome, Chloe. Let's go get lunch.” Chapter 5 Daniel pushed a large trolley around the supermarket, with Chloe sitting in the main compartment. Most of it was filled with various groceries, with some snacks and chocolates thrown in for good measure. He turned down the next aisle, which was filled with colourful packages on both sides. “Chloe, what brand of diapers do you wear?” he asked. “Pull-ups!” she said, a little indignation in her voice. “Yes, but which one? Point it out to me?” “There,” she pointed, and he walked over and examined the packs. “Oh, it's actually named pull-ups. I thought that was a type of diaper, not a brand,” he commented. He pulled out a pack of girls designs in the largest size they had. “Says 17-25 kg – looks about right.” “Grandpa buys that one,” Chloe informed him, pointing at the jumbo boxes of pull-ups. “Makes sense, I guess,” Daniel mentally estimated how long a box would last. “I think we better get 2 boxes. We could also use some more wipes, and I guess we had better get some diaper rash cream and powder.” He picked out the items and stowed them in the trolley. He pushed the trolley to the next aisle, which now surrounded him with colourful pencils, coloured pencils, activity books, and toys. “Chloe, I want you to get yourself some fun activity books, and a toy you like. Can you do that?” Daniel asked her, and her eyes widened with a smile. Daniel lifted her out of the cart, and she took a few steps down the aisle, entranced by the many things around her. She picked up a stuffed toy and studied it at arm’s length, before hugging it close to her chest. Daniel observed her for a while, enjoying the sight of clear delight on her face. After awhile, he idly scanned the other shelves in the aisle. Activity books, board games, more toys, school supplies, colouring equipment, paints... School supplies! It was as if a thunderbolt hit him. Holy crap – I need to find her a school! After a long day of shopping and a few more hundred dollars poorer, Daniel pushed two fully laden supermarket trolleys towards the main entrance of the mall. Chloe was walking quietly beside him, holding on to the hem of his shirt and walking slowly, rubbing her eyes. Daniel noticed that she was walking a little awkwardly as well. “Chloe, are you wet again?” he asked her softly. “Uh huh,” she replied. “We're going home now, so are you okay if we wait until we reach home to change you?” “Okay...” she yawned. “I'm tired,” she complained. “We'll take an Uber back, so you can sleep in the car, alright?” “Okay...” she rubbed her eyes more as she walked. Thankfully, the Uber driver was helpful and not only had a car seat for children, but even helped Daniel load everything into the car once he had set up the car seat. “Daniel,” Chloe whispered as Daniel was fastening the seatbelt around her. “My stomach hurts, just a little bit.” Daniel paused. “Do you need to poop?” he asked, and she nodded. “Oh no – is it urgent?” “No, it’s ok now,” she said. “We're only around 20 minutes away from home, so can you hold on until then?” “Okay...” she yawned again, and shifted in her seat, her eyes slowly closing. Daniel patted her head, then closed the car door. However, halfway through the ride back, a sudden smell spread through the car, jolting Daniel awake from a light doze in the back seat. A second later, the driver glanced at him through the rear-view mirror. “You smell that?” the driver pushed a button and all the windows wound down a little. Daniel winced in embarrassment. “I'm sorry, I think she pooped. In her pull-ups.” The driver laughed. “I have kids too, I know the smell. I hope they didn't leak though... pull-ups are not good for poop, especially for older kids.” Daniel appreciated the driver's delicacy in not asking why she was in pull-ups. “I'm so sorry – if it leaked, I'll pay for the clean-up.” he offered. “No worries, that's why I keep a plastic cover on the seat. Isn't the first time and won't be the last.” Thankfully, they arrived at Daniel's home not long later. He lived in a small, two-bedroom apartment in a relatively good part outside town, with an underground private car park and drop-off bay. The apartment belonged to his father, who let him stay without rent on the grounds that “Eh, it'll be yours someday anyway.” In exchange, Daniel helped his father manage his other rental property, a similar-sized apartment in the same building, and paid for maintenance, utilities, and taxes. Daniel got out of the car, crossed over to the other side, and opened the passenger door next to Chloe. She stirred in her seat as he did so. “Hey, Chloe, wake up, we're home,” he shook her gently as he unbuckled her. “Uh huh...” Chloe blearily opened her eyes and looked at him. Suddenly, her eyes widened as she came fully awake, and one of her hands shot to her pull-up. She touched the back of the pull-up, and her lower lip started to quiver. “I know, you pooped while you were sleeping. Come on out and let's see the damage.” Chloe didn't move, but began sniffing and rubbing at her eyes, which were turning red. Daniel reached under her legs and back, being careful not to disturb the diaper, lifted her out of the vehicle, and placed her on the ground where she stood up. As predicted by the driver, two dark arcs stained the back of her pants. He pulled back the hem of her pants and peeked down, noting brown stains on the back of her legs as well. “Oh Chloe... your pull-up leaked.” Chloe was valiantly, but unsuccessfully fighting back tears. Daniel knelt, reached out and gently wiped a few tears tricking down her cheeks with his thumb. “Chloe, it's okay, accidents happen. You were sleeping, right?” she nodded. “I'm definitely not going to be angry at you for an accident while sleeping. We'll go upstairs and get you clean again, okay?” Chloe nodded again, sniffing hard. One of her hands went to her bottom and touched it softly, but backed off as even that small pressure caused the poop to shift around. Daniel stood up and turned around, and saw that while he was settling Chloe, the driver had not only helped unload everything from the car, but had magically produced a flatbed trolley from somewhere, and was loading the boxes and items onto the trolley. “I'll help you bring your stuff up, so I can take the trolley back once you're done,” the driver told him before he could say anything. “That's incredibly generous of you, mate,” Daniel was deeply appreciative of his consideration. “I would usually decline, but in the present circumstances...” “Don't worry about it,” the driver cut him off, locking the car and pushing the trolley into a waiting lift as Daniel carried the rest of the items which could not fit on the trolley. Chloe, still sniffling, waddled into the lift behind Daniel the driver. The lift door closed, and for a few moments, both men held their breath to avoid being overwhelmed by the noxious fumes emitting from the little girl. “Thank you so much again, man,” Daniel shook the driver's hand. "I'll give you a generous tip for the trouble,” he promised. “Won't say no to that,” the driver smiled as he walked off as Daniel closed the door to his apartment. He took out his phone and gave the driver five stars and entered a twenty-dollar tip. Then he remembered the poop stains on the child seat, winced, and increased it to thirty dollars. He put down his phone and turned to Chloe. “Alright, let's get you – oh dear.” Now that the door was closed, Chloe had broken down into a full meltdown. Facing away from Daniel, she covered her face with her hands, but her distressed sobs were clearly audible as her shoulders shook. Daniel reached out and gently patted her back, and Chloe abruptly spun around and pressed her face into his shirt. Daniel held his breath to avoid gagging even as he enfolded her in a hug. “Chloe, it’s okay... shh...” Daniel awkwardly patted the little girl's back. “You'll feel better after we have you cleaned up, so I'm going to bring you to the bathroom, okay?” Avoiding touching her poop-covered diaper, he carefully carried her to the toilet. Daniel gently laid Chloe down on the toilet floor. He pulled off her pants and saw to his dismay that the brown stains had spread and now covered a good part of her upper legs not covered by the pull-up. “That must feel horrible, huh?” He put the stained pants aside, and gently tore open the sides of her pull-up, revealing a huge mess within. He reflexively gagged as the foul smell hit his nose, but held his breath and soldiered on, carefully removing the soiled pull-up, dumping its contents into the toilet bowl, and flushing. Turning back, he realised he had made a mistake – Chloe's poop-smeared bum was now directly resting on the toilet floor, leaving a stain behind on the tiles. In a flash, he realised one reason most parents carried changing mats around. “Ah – crap, sorry, hold on,” he stood up and ran to the kitchen, grabbing a plastic bag and an old clean towel. He returned and dropped the emptied pull-up into the plastic bag. He was going to place the towel under poor Chloe's bum to protect the floor, before cleaning her up with wipes, but then reconsidered. “Chloe, I'm going to give you a bath, okay? You'll feel a lot better after that, I promise”. Chloe, still crying softly, didn't respond, so he lifted her by her armpits – making sure he didn't step on the poop stain – and put her into the bathtub. Daniel turned on the shower and used it to spray Chloe clean, noting again the redness of the rash. Using the towel, he gently wiped all the poop off her, before wiping the stains off the floor and discarding it with the pull-up. Her crying slowly faded into sniffles as the water washed her clean, and she began to stare at her feet. Daniel somehow got the sense that she was ashamed, and perhaps expecting a scolding. “Chloe,” the little girl flinched as Daniel reached over. He gently lifted up her chin, so she was looking at him. “I'm not angry, okay?” He smiled understandingly at her. “I think you're still tired, so let’s give you a nice bath, then you can take a nap. Does that sound good?” Chloe nodded and relaxed, and for the first time, she met his eyes and smiled back. One warm bath later, Daniel had helped the little girl apply a layer of diaper cream, put on a new pull-up, and a nightgown. Chloe now sat before Daniel, who was using a newly-purchased blow dryer to dry her hair. “Chloe, can I ask you some things about the accident?” he said. Her back stiffened a little, but immediately relaxed as she nodded. Her body language clearly said that she trusted him enough to discuss this with him. “When was the last time you pooped?” The amount of poop in the diaper had been massive, much larger than he expected from a small child. “I dunno,” she said. “Did you poop yesterday? You remember, we woke up, got you dressed, went to the church...” She thought for a bit. “Nope,” she replied softly. I guess that explains that huge poop, Daniel thought. “Do you normally poop in your pull-ups?” he asked. “No,” she replied firmly. “I poop in the potty.” “Okay... When was the last time you pooped in your pull-ups?” he probed further. “I dunno,” she replied. “Did you poop in your pull-ups any time last week?” he tried again. “No!” she stated definitively, her body language showing she was becoming upset about the questioning. Daniel sighed. “Its fine. I believe you. However, pull-ups are not meant for pooping, so if you poop in your pull-ups some more, we need to get you real diapers, okay?” “No! I poop in the potty!” Chloe turned her head and glared at him. “Don't turn your head while I'm drying your hair! It's okay, I said I believe you,” Daniel really didn't see the difference between her wearing a pull-up and a diaper, but she clearly felt otherwise. “Okay,” she turned her head back to the original position, apparently mollified. “All right, we're done. Let's put you to bed.” Daniel turned off the hair dryer a short while later. Chloe stood up and yawned, rubbing at her eyes. “Can you go and pee in the potty before the nap?” he encouraged her. “Okay...” she slowly walked to the toilet. Daniel followed her, partly in case she needed help, but mainly to see if she really knew how to use a toilet. He watched as she pulled her pull-up down, but stopped and looked at the toilet seat which was a little too high for her – the step stool they bought still being in its box. “Daniel...” she turned to him for help. He picked her up and sat her on the toilet, holding her steady as she found her balance. He heard a stream of pee hitting water shortly after, lasting for a few seconds before trickling off. She hopped off the toilet seat, pulled some toilet paper and wiped herself, then threw it into the toilet. She pulled up the pull-up, flushed the toilet. and washed her hands. So, she really can use the toilet after all – that's good. Daniel was also relieved that she had no problems using the toilet at his home. He resolved to clean the toilet more thoroughly as soon as he could. “I'm done!” Chloe told Daniel proudly. “Good job!” he praised her. “Alright, time for your nap.” Chloe ran back into the bedroom and crawled into the centre of his king-sized bed, her eyes beginning to close the moment her head hit the pillow. Daniel tucked her in, pulled the curtains almost shut while letting a beam of light still enter the room, and turned off the room light. “Daniel, stay here,” a little voice pleaded as Daniel turned to leave the room. He paused. “Well... okay, I’ll stay just for awhile, but when you’re asleep I'll go outside to get some things done, alright?” Daniel walked over and sat on the bed next to her. “Okay...” the little girl's tired eyes closed, and before long, her breathing deepened into the regular rhythms of sleep. Daniel marvelled awhile at her peaceful face, before he quietly got up and left the room, leaving the door slightly ajar as the little girl slumbered. Chapter 6 Daniel felt that he was exceptionally productive that day. In the space of just over an hour, he had quickly cleaned his house, started a load of laundry, thrown away some R-rated magazines, and generally tried to make his house a bit more welcoming for a 5 year old girl. Now, he picked up his phone and called his sister. “Hey Daniel, what’s up?” Harriet’s voice came clearly through Daniel’s airpods as he finished stowing the last of the groceries. “Hey Harriet! Quite a lot, but don’t really have the time to go into it now. Listen - do you have any advice on how to find a school for Chloe?” “A school?! Wait - you really brought her home?! Is everything alright?” “Yeah, it’s alright for now, I guess?” “For now… oh my word…” Daniel heard Harriet taking a deep breath, and hurriedly forestalled the flood of questions he was sure was coming. “Yeah look, I don’t have much time, sorry. Chloe’s napping now and she’ll probably wake up soon. Anyway, I need to go back to work tomorrow – I was in the middle of some projects and I’m sure they’re waiting for me to get back. How do I enrol her in a school – or is there a daycare, or childcare, or something? Do I just turn up at the nearest one and drop her off?” “Ah – er, she’s five, right? So, I suppose she’d be going to a kindergarten, or a childcare. You may not be able to get her into one straightaway though, most of them require an application process, and you’re of course going to want to research them before sending her to one…” “Wait – how long’s the application process?” “Could take up to a month, but first you need to find one which you’re comfortable with, so it could take longer.” “A month?!” Daniel began, ever so slightly, to panic. “Oh my lord, what am I going to do then? I can’t take any more days off!” “Ellie – wait – I’m on a call – wait, don’t do that – “Daniel could hear a young high pitched voice in the background, demanding attention. “Sorry Daniel I’ve got to run. Try looking online for short-term childcare services or call social services and get recommendations. Call me again tonight after 9 if you need more help!” “Wait, what – “unfortunately, Daniel realised the call had ended. No way I’m calling social services – God knows what they would do! Google gods, please be kind… Just then, the door of his bedroom shifted, and a sleepy little girl stood in the opening. “Hey Chloe, slept well?” “Mmhmm,” the little girl rubbed her eyes. “I’m thirsty.” “Oh let me get you some juice. But first, do you need a new pull-up?” Chloe pulled up her nightgown and stared at her clearly faded stars. “Mmhmm”. “Let’s get you changed first then,” he walked her to the toilet, which he had packed earlier. “I’ve put your pull-ups and wipes in the bathroom cabinet, so you can take them from here yourself when you need clean pull-ups. After that, throw the dirty ones into this special bin, then wash your hands. Is that ok?” The special bin had a foot press and a lid on it, to contain the smell of wet diapers. “Okay,” she immediately pulled down her wet pull-up, threw it into the bin, and pulled out some wipes. Just then, Daniel remembered the rash. “Hold on – you also have to put the diaper cream on. See, what you do is you squeeze a bit on your hands, then rub them all over your… your diaper area, the places which get wet, and rub them in. Can you try?” “Okay…” Chloe attempted to do as instructed, but Daniel soon realised that she was not able to apply it properly. “Never mind, I’ll help you with the cream for now, until your rash gets better, alright?” He took over and gently helped her apply the cream. After that process, she grabbed a fresh pull-up and put it on. “Now wash your hands!” She did so, standing on the newly purchased stepstool. “Great job Chloe!” The little girl smiled a little at the praise. Should I really be praising a 5-year-old for changing her wet diaper? Daniel wondered. “I’m thirsty,” She reminded him, “…and a little hungry.” “Alright, let’s get you something to drink, and I’ll make you a little snack, yeah? You can play with your toys, watch TV, or draw in the meantime.” “Okay.” About an hour later, after a lot of google searches and reading, Daniel was staring at 3 options for childcares, each of which provided the required emergency care services. All seemed to offer a decent standard of care, (not that he knew much about what that meant), had decent reviews, and were reasonably affordable. The final choice came down to two factors – closing times, and distance. Option A – Surprisingly close to my place but closes at 7pm on the dot. Yeah, that’s not going to work – I’ll count myself lucky if I’m out of the office doors at 7pm! Option B – Close to the office, but only provides emergency care for up to 2 weeks, and closes at 8pm… that timing’s workable, but 2 weeks is far too short! I’d have to find another option soon, and Chloe would have to get accustomed to a whole new social group and teachers… nope, not a good option. Option C – it’s out of the way but is one of the few which provides “overnight care” if needed, and can accommodate late pickups. It would almost double my travelling time though… It seems like C is the only real option here. Sigh… Daniel made sure that Chloe remained engrossed in the colouring book and ducked into his bedroom. He found the number for “emergency care” on the website and dialled it. After a few rings and clicks, a cheerful voice responded. “Sunshine Park Childcare, emergency care line, this is Tiffany, can I ask who is this?” “Hi, my name is Daniel, and I was calling about whether you would be able to look after a 5-year-old girl for a few weeks on an urgent and emergency basis? Starting tomorrow?” “Hi Daniel, um… one moment please, let me check availability, please hold!” A canned hold-tone came on for about a minute, before the voice came back. “Sure, we have the capacity to do so. Before accepting her, can you help me understand why you need emergency childcare? For the usual legal and insurance reasons, you know.” “Great! Wow!” Daniel couldn’t believe his luck at the availability. “As to why… well, a relative of mine passed away over the weekend, leaving a 5-year-old daughter behind. The other parent’s not in the picture, so I’m looking after her. I just need emergency childcare for maybe a month so I can find a more suitable permanent childcare!” “Thanks Daniel, appreciate your sharing! That would be no problem at all. Next, does the child have any special needs?” “Nope, she’s perfectly healthy! She’s a bit quiet and shy, especially after the recent funeral… but that’s understandable.” He then remembered “Oh, but she’s basically not potty trained – she wears pull-ups and seldom makes it to the toilet. Would that be a problem?” “Thanks, and no problem at all. Our staff are well trained and very experienced at changing diapers.” “Oh no she doesn’t need any help – except maybe a reminder to change before she leaks. She can change herself.” “Okay then, sounds good. Does she have any allergies, dietary restrictions, medical conditions, or suchlike?” “Um – I don’t think so? I don’t really know her all that well, but she eats everything I put in front of her?” Daniel remembered the documents he took home and continued “She has some kind of a health book which I’ll look at and let you know.” “That’s fine, please do and in fact, bring it along when you bring her over, along with all the other admission documents we will need,” Tiffany chirruped. “And yep, based on your responses, I think we will have no problem enrolling her, subject of course to on-site confirmation of documents and information – sorry, our lawyers make us say that” she laughed. “No worries at all! Thank you very much – you guys are lifesavers!” Daniel gratefully replied. “So what does she have to bring along?” “Well after this, I’ll need you give me your email address and phone number. I’ll email you some paperwork, and a list of items she needs to bring. As she’s a temporary student, we won’t need you to buy the uniform -although you can if you want, it’s very cute! Also, as she’s still in diapers, we would need you to bring some packs over – at least 30 pieces – and keep it stocked. If runs out, we will charge you for using our reserve diapers at a rather high markup. Sorry, I mean pull-ups, of course.” “That is perfect.” Daniel gave Tiffany his particulars, confirmed the likely drop off time (early) and pick-up time (late), and ended the call. He couldn’t resist giving himself a congratulatory pat on the back once he was done. He flopped onto his bed and stared at the ceiling, feeling a huge weight taken off his shoulders. Damn, I’m tired. Shopping, cleaning, arranging for schooling… I am really getting old, he mused to himself. Still, the kid is happy, fed, clean, and still alive… not a bad job at all! He let his mind go blank for awhile as he stared at the ceiling, until after some time, the door creaked open and Chloe cautiously peeked in, looking slightly worried. “Everything alright, Chloe?” “Mmhmm,” her expression eased, and she ducked out and went back to whatever she was doing. Daniel checked his watch, and realised it was nearing 6pm. Aaaand time to get dinner started. No rest for the wicked – or was it that the reward for work well done is more work? That night, just before she slept, Chloe helped Daniel pack her bag for the childcare, according to the packing list sent. Daniel discovered that even at 5, Chloe clearly knew what she wanted to wear, favouring pants and shirts over dresses or skirts – notwithstanding Daniel pointing out it would be easier for her to change her pull-ups if she was in a dress. She also insisted that pull-ups to be added to her pack, even after Daniel explained that he would leave a full pack at the childcare. “Chloe, try to use the potty at childcare, ok? You can ask the teachers to bring you at any time.” “Okay.” She hesitated, and asked timidly “will the teachers be angry if I wet my pull-ups?” “Oh no, I don’t think they will. They appeared very nice when I spoke to them! But, if they do, you tell another teacher to call me immediately, and I will scold them!” Daniel put on an exaggerated angry face and mimed wagging his fingers at an invisible teacher. “Okay,” Chole smiled hesitantly. “Also remember to change your pull-ups when they are wet! We packed 2 extra spare sets of clothes, but if you get both dirty, you’ll have nothing to wear the rest of the day and will only wear a pull up!” Daniel joked. Seeing Chloe’s suddenly worried expression, he explained “I’m kidding about just wearing a pull-up, but please keep your clothes clean!” “Okay, I definitely will” Chloe replied, not looking too reassured. “And no pooping in your pull-ups!” “I won’t!” Chloe flicked him an irritated look, as Daniel grinned. After the bag was packed and set by the door, Chloe crawled into the bed hugging her rabbit. She had, sometime over the past few sleeps, picked a side of the king-sized bed as “her” half, and she snuggled in there while Daniel carefully laid the blanket over her. “Set an alarm, Daniel!” she reminded him. “Yes, I’ve already done so,” he replied as he turned off the light. “I’m going to leave the toilet light on, and the door open a bit, so the light comes in and you don’t get scared, alright?” “Can you stay here?” she pleaded. “I will, until you fall asleep. Is that OK?” Daniel walked back into the room and sat on what had now become “his” side of the bed. “Okay,” she turned and faced him, hugging her bunny, and closed her eyes. “Goodnight Daniel.” “Goodnight, Chloe.” Daniel started scrolling through emails on his phone, until after around 20 minutes, he noticed that the breathing from the other side of the bed had regularised. He saw her loosely holding her bunny, with her eyes closed, dead to the world. He carefully stood up and left the room, closing the door softly behind him. After listening at the door and ensuring that there was no noise from within, he finally relaxed. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he threw himself on the couch, turned on Netflix, and cracked the beer open. For some reason, he felt like he needed to stare at some natural beauty, so he found a documentary voiced by Lord David Attenborough – whose voice he found to be very comforting – and stared at the screen. After about half an hour, in the middle of his second beer, the door to his bedroom cracked open and Chloe pattered out. Without saying a word, she clambered onto the couch, next to where he was seated, and curled up next to him. “Chloe, what are you doing out here – “he checked himself as he noticed the slight tear tracks on her cheeks, even as her breathing quickly deepened back into sleep. “Well I guess there’s no harm in letting you sleep here awhile…” He continued watching the documentary as she slumbered beside him, barely stirring. When it ended, he turned off all the lights in the house, picked her up – while she remained in deep sleep, dead to the world – and carried her back to the bed, before hitting the sack himself shortly after.

Chapter 1 I find myself wandering in a dark forest, one with which I was told has many a rumor upon it. “Those who enter the forest alone will never find their way out.” Honestly I didn’t put much weight into it, having been told such things since I was but a child, and as with most things we are old as children, it's just one more “white” lie to assist in the exhaustive task of child rearing. The other rumor from childhood was just as outlandish, “A witch lives in the forest, if you go to see her she can grant any wish.” Granted I’m not sure where that one fits in my previous theory. Of course as an adult I was past such fantasies, instead worrying about the much more concrete fears of bills and long work hours. Horrifying. I stop for a moment taking in my surroundings, a misty twilight forest lit by the little light that makes it through the expansive canopy above me. The bark around me is well worn with age, gnarled roots popping out of the ground as so many grasping arms reaching out to trip. Heh, I suppose with a forest like this such rumors might well be warranted. Brushing aside a lock of ginger red hair, I peer down past my blue dress, worn by my time in the forest. I examine my bare feet, heels long abandoned, that continue to make themselves known. The dull ache is a constant reminder of just how long I have been walking. I suppose I just need a little more time to make up my mind, although I am plainly aware of just how certain my decision was. I move to continue, it’s not time yet for what I came here for, a step later I see the floor fast approac- __________ “Hello?” A dull ringing sound is still echoing in my ears as my consciousness slowly awakens. ‘What happened?’ I wonder as memories flood back unbidden. Perhaps my metaphor of grasping arms was a little too on point, or perhaps my clumsy nature was to blame, irregardless I feel the soft plush earth propping up my head. ‘Plush?’ My eyes shoot open. A pink blob is what greets me, followed by a pair of concerned pink eyes. I leap away from my impromptu lap pillow immediately wary of this stranger. “Ah!” the stranger lets out a squeak not prepared for the sudden movement. Taking a moment to step back I focus my blurry eyes and take in the stranger’s bizarre appearance. The first thing that comes to mind is just how accurate pink would be as a general description. A young woman stands before me wearing what could only be described as a strawberry dress. It is completely pink with strawberry accents upon its puffed out sleeves, a strawberry apron, and a big poofy red bow tying it together pops out from behind her. Looking up I see that her hair is also pink covered in a pink bonnet accented with, what else, but more strawberries a small red bow adjourning either side. She looked like a kids cartoon character popped out of a television set. Smells just as sweet as she looks. “Are… you all right?” She asks, staring apprehensively, her voice melodic. “I found you knocked out and was just trying to rouse you when you woke…” “Wh- Who are you?” I ask with a cough, my voice hoarse. “And why did you have my head on your lap?” Trying to keep suspicion out of my tone, people did not just conveniently wander through forests for no reason. She blushes at my accusation, at least having the common courtesy to feel a little embarrassed at offering such an intimate act to a complete stranger. “Ah, I was just propping your head up so that I could bandage the wound, sorry…” She trails off with an awkward giggle. At that my hand shoots up to feel some sort of makeshift bandage upon my temple. It is slightly damp with what must be blood. “Oh! Where are my manners, My name is Strawberry the Strawberry Witch. I live out in these woods. I have a small bakery a little ways from here, but I’m getting ahead of myself, what’s your name?” She beams a genuine smile towards me gesturing for me to answer. “...I would have never guessed.” I deadpan. If not for the pain from my forehead I might have thought I was having some sort of weird fever dream. Besides that, her ridiculous outfit and claim are putting me on edge, my rule of never trusting anyone with pink hair forthright in my mind. She continues to stare at me expectantly, her smile dampening slightly with the long silence. “Maira. My name is Maira…” I mutter out, suddenly aware of just how thirsty I am. “Well it is nice to meet you Maira, I’m not sure why you are out here, but you must be awfully thirsty given how deep you are. If you want we could go back to my bakery and get you something to drink!” “Hold up! What do you mean you are a Strawberry Witch, are you messing with me?” I ask incredulously. “It’s just what it sounds like, I'm a witch specializing in all things strawberries. I use my magic to bake sweet treats to make people smile!” She finishes with another bright smile. “Uh huh…” Who am I to judge people for being crazy? “So how about it, would you like to have something to drink? I could whip up some strawberry lemonade or strawberry milk in a jiffy!” My immediate gut response was to scream no as loud as I could and hightail it away from this obvious lunatic. But given why I was here, I suppose that the worst that could happen would be expediting the reason I was here. “Uh, sure that sounds good.” I started unevenly, tensing as Strawberry’s smile expanded. “Ok! Follow me, it's close by!.” Despite myself I began to follow the suspicious person I had just met further into the forest, already aware of how bad an idea this would certainly turn out to be. Author's Note: Based off a small indie game called berry-witched, I wanted to get the first bit out promptly so that I don't get dejected about not reaching word count goals and so that I can, in theory post more often. Who knows how that will go, but hopefully I can get a chapter out every couple of days. It will be a little bit until diapers become prevalent. Thanks for reading and hopefully I can post again.

This story has been on hiatus for but while I deal with ... life. But I'm picking it up again and getting back to more regular updates, so I figured I may as well start sharing it here as well. I've been a part of the Invader Zim fandom for a while, and there's barely any ABDL content there, so I had to fix that. Chapter 1: Once is an Accident ... i. “GAHHH!! FUCK YOU, GIR!!!!” The shout from the kitchen had Dib launching himself off the couch and sliding to a halt on the tile in his socks in no time flat. He was greeted with the sight of pink milkshake over every conceivable surface; the ceiling, the counter, the walls, the table, and all over both a thoroughly amused GIR and a very angry Zim. “Shit, Zim,” Dib groaned. “I told you messing with your PAK in the kitchen was a bad idea.” Zim’s PAK sat open on the kitchen table, half dismantled from Zim’s attempt at installing an upgrade. Zim’s body seemed to have shielded it slightly, but it was still spattered with sticky pink liquid. “I didn’t think he was gonna start the blender with the top off!! ” Zim shouted, aggravated, as he rushed to mop up the mess with his shirt before it seeped too far into his PAK. “I can’t put it back on like this!!” Dib checked his watch. He’d been keeping a countdown to make sure Zim’s PAK wasn’t off for longer than the ten minute maximum. “We’ve got eight minutes before it becomes a problem. GIR —” He looked over at the robot, who was currently trying to lick milkshake out of the blender, “— start cleaning up the kitchen.” GIR saluted and gave a shrill, “Okie dokie!!!” before dashing off to grab some towels. “My life is starting to flash before my eyes, Dib!!!” Zim whined as Dib grabbed a handful of napkins and briefly ran them under the faucet. “We’ve still got time, you fucking drama queen,” Dib admonished, shoving a the napkins at Zim. “Start cleaning up with those, and I’ll follow with some rubbing alcohol to make sure everything’s dry before you plug it back in.” Zim nodded and they quickly got to work. It wasn’t long before the tight space made their tag team effort more difficult than Dib had planned, however, especially as Zim’s coordination rapidly spiraled downwards. After watching him smear strawberry chunks around for an agonizing thirty seconds, Dib finally pushed his hands aside. “We’ve got five minutes,” Dib warned. “Let me finish this and you just try to stay conscious.” Zim’s skin was an ashy shade of green and his eyes were glassy and unfocused. Even when all he had to do was sit still, he was visibly trembling. “I don’t feel so good, Dib,” he whispered hoarsely. “I know, bug, but just hang in there.” Despite the tension in the air, Dib tried harder than ever to maintain a calm demeanor, reassuring Zim in dulcet tones while scrubbing away at the sticky goo spattered all over. Behind him, he could hear GIR mostly pushing the rest of the disaster around, and he was positive he was going to need to clean that up later, as well. As the minutes ticked down, Dib’s anxiety rose like a tsunami, threatening to crash down on him every time Zim moaned in discomfort. He was down to his last minute before he knew it, and there was still a cluster of wires he had yet to clean. It was just out of reach and if he had more than sixty seconds left, he would have grabbed a cotton swab to finish cleaning them off. As it was, he twisted a napkin to give it a bit of rigidity, and blindly stuffed it in while checking his watch. “Shit.” Thirty seconds left. He shook his head and pulled his makeshift cleaning device back out. “This’ll have to do, Zim.” He leaned over and hauled Zim up onto his lap. The poor little Irken was barely even responding at this point. With seconds to spare, Dib lifted the PAK to Zim’s back and the cables shot out to reconnect with the ports on Zim’s back. Zim’s eyelids fluttered and he groaned incomprehensibly, but as he squinted and rubbed his eyes, the color was beginning to return to his cheeks. “You feeling alright?” Dib asked nervously. That last spill had been worryingly close to an awful lot of connections. Zim nodded, sliding off Dib’s lap and onto the floor. He did a couple toe touches, stretched his arms, and bounced up and down on the balls of his feet. “Yep. Everything seems to be in or—” A sudden zap of electricity made his body convulse and PAK spark. Dib watched in silent horror as Zim suddenly went limp and fell to the floor, antennae twitching twice before falling still. Before a single coherent thought could pass through Dib’s head, he jumped up and grabbed the silicone pot holders from the counter and used them to turn Zim onto his side. The Irken didn’t seem to be breathing, but it was difficult to tell for sure. Dib retrieved his phone from his pocket and held it under Zim’s mouth, waiting for it to fog up. When it didn’t, a sick knot of realization began to form in Dib’s belly. He had no idea how to give an alien CPR. He had a vague idea of Zim’s internal structure, but the question of how to restart things had simply never come up. And when even successful human CPR led to a few broken ribs, he was leery of injuring Zim further. “Stand clear.” The robotic, monotone voice sent Dib scurrying backwards in a panic. Had Zim’s PAK really just spoken ??? Was it allowed to do that on its own?? That question certainly hadn’t ever cropped up before in all the years they’d known each other. Another jolt of electricity arced between Zim’s antennae, making his muscles twitch and jerk for a few painfully slow seconds before he was still once more. Dib leaned forward, heart hammering in his chest and breath stuck in his throat. “Zim?” he whispered, reaching out with a shaking hand. Zim’s face screwed up and he let out a low groan before opening his bleary eyes. “S-sugar …” he mumbled. Dib fell forwards and hugged him tightly. “Oh thank fuck!! I thought you died!!” “Ow … I did ,” Zim grumbled. Dib sat up so fast he saw stars. “ What‽‽ ” Zim laboriously pushed himself up into a sitting position and rubbed his temples. “Well, I’m not dead now, idiot. My systems reset themselves,” he said thickly. “Death is rarely a permanent state, Dibby.” “God forbid there be a normal day in this household,” Dib sighed as GIR scooted by on a towel, oblivious and smearing pink stickiness across everything in his wake. Zim groaned and rubbed his head. “Getting reset depletes sugar reserves, so I’m going to need you to get me off this floor and grab me a snack before I keel over again.” Zim still seemed too weak to properly hold on to anything, so Dib lifted him in a bridal carry and carefully walked him to the couch. He set Zim down, propped up against the pillows, and gently touched a hand to Zim’s cheek. His skin was clammy and slightly pale, but at least he was obviously alive. “Are you gonna be alright?” Dib asked worriedly. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Just grab me a glass of Tang and a couple sugar cookies,” Zim replied in much more subdued tones. Dib gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “You got it.” He strode into the kitchen, but stopped dead at the edge of the tile. GIR was sprawled out on the floor, attempting to make milkshake angels. Dib sighed, edged around the kitchen, and opened one of the cupboards to fish around for a bucket. Once he’d located one — and dumped out all the junk it contained — he filled it with soap, water, and a bit of rubbing alcohol. GIR did better when the list of steps to complete a task was as small as humanly possible, so mixing the cleaning solution before handing the task off reduced the opportunity for errors. “Alright, you’ve had enough fun,” Dib said irritably, shoving the bucket at a thoroughly unphased GIR. “I don’t care if you strap sponges to your feet or make yourself a towel taco, I just need this mess gone.” “Caaaan dooooo,” GIR yelled, snatching the bucket from him and dashing towards the sponges as soapy water sloshed onto the floor. Dib skirted out of his way and busied himself with grabbing Zim’s requested snack. He returned to the living room with a plate of sugar cookies and Tang in one of GIR’s sippy cups. Zim gave the cup a slightly hard stare, but ultimately shook his head and didn’t question the choice. “So I was thinking,” Dib said as he carefully sat down beside Zim, “we should take it easy for the rest of the day, considering you died for around forty-five seconds. We can just hole up and watch some horror movies, get some soda and kettle corn into you, that sort of thing.” Zim snuggled against Dib, head on his chest. “Works for me. I still feel … Ugh , it’s hard to put into words,” he grumbled, taking a long sip of his drink. “Something feels off, but I can’t explain it.” Dib frowned, numerous worries occupying the back of his brain. “We could take your PAK off again and try to do a more thorough job of cleaning it out?” he offered. “Not right now,” Zim said, squeezing his eyes shut. “If you take too long, it’s going to be that much harder on my body. I’m really not in any shape for that right now.” He nestled in closer, as if proximity to Dib would fix things. “I just …” He looked up at Dib, concern scrawled across his face. “Hold me?” he asked, voice barely a whisper. Dib’s expression softened to one that was very nearly pity. Zim had a habit of being a pain in the ass and prickly more often than not, but he regularly demanded physical comfort whenever he was feeling less than stellar for any reason. “Yeah,” Dib replied gently. “But let me grab you some kettle corn and cocoa, first.” Zim shook his sippy cup and raised his eyebrows. “In a mug?” “In a thermos ,” Dib corrected. “I don’t need you spilling all over the couch when the kitchen is already a disaster.” An hour or so later, as morning spilled into golden autumn afternoon, the kitchen was finally clean and they were midway through one of Dib’s favorite horror movies. Zim sat snuggled under multiple blankets on Dib’s lap with a belly pleasantly full of warm drinks and sugary snacks. His color has finally returned to normal and he was no longer shivering. By all accounts, he was back to normal. Still, though, he couldn’t shake the feeling something was different . As he struggled to pin down exactly what or why , a sudden crescendo of music crashed through the speakers in a cheap jump scare, startling Zim back to the present with a horribly unwelcome jolt. He was suddenly glad that Dib had insisted on giving him all his drinks in containers with a top. He grumbled under his breath, ruffled, before settling back down against Dib, vaguely aware that the space between them felt a bit warmer than it had a minute ago. Beneath him, Dib shifted slightly, froze, then freed his arm from around Zim to blindly feel around under the blankets for a moment before coming to a rest. “Er … Zim?” “What?” Zim asked gruffly, still miffed that the movie had managed to startle him as badly as it did. “Did you lose your phone again? Because I’m not getting up this time.” Dib opened his mouth, let out a sort of strangled sigh, then bit the inside of his cheek, brow furrowed. “Did you … uh. Jesus, there is no easy way to ask this …” He pressed his palm to his forehead before spitting out in a single breath, “ Please tell me you just spilled your cocoa. ” Zim turned and raised an eyebrow, holding up his thermos. “No? Why are you—” As he shifted, he finally felt what Dib was talking about, and his eyes went wider than flying saucers. “ Oh my god , Zim,” Dib groaned, taking him under the arms and lifting him away like a badly behaved cat. As he stood up and the blankets fell away, there was no question what had happened. Both their pants were soaked, along with a sizeable portion of the cushion beneath them. Zim stood in a small puddle, dripping and purple-faced with embarrassment. “How did you not feel that??” Dib asked, more baffled than upset. “Everything was already really warm!” Zim insisted frantically. Dib gave him a look that was equal parts worry and horror. “You didn’t even feel like you had to go??” Zim tossed his arms up in frustration. “Do I look like I’m five?” “I’m not trying to be an ass here, Zim,” Dib insisted, trying to tone down his intensity to something Zim would find less offensive. “I just need to know if you had any idea this was gonna happen, before it happened.” “Of course I—!” Zim stopped mid sentence, suddenly realizing that he hadn’t gotten any of the usual signals. Not so much as a twinge. “I mean, I think … fuck.” He stared down at the puddle around his feet. “I … didn’t feel anything,” he finally admitted in hushed tones. Dib pushed his glasses up to rub the bridge of his nose. “Shit. Alright. Well, first of all, you’re banned from screwing with your PAK anymore until we sort this out.” Zim shot him a snide expression. “You can’t ban me from fixing my own brain, Dib!” “Until we figure out exactly what went wrong? Yes, I can.” Dib glanced down at his soaked pants with a frown before seeming to give up and start unbuttoning things. “Just take all your clothes off here,” he instructed as he peeled away his wet clothes. “You take everything up to the wash. I’m gonna shower off and run out to the store real quick.” Zim paused in the middle of attempting to pull his socks off, balancing on one foot. “Why are you going to the store?” he asked, suspicious. Dib’s face contorted into something that was somewhere north of innocence and south of pity. Zim scowled back. “Why are you going to the store, Dib ?” he asked, enunciating each word with palpable malice. Dib held up his hands. “It’s just as an ‘in case’ measure, alright?” Zim sucked in a breath and puffed out his chest, blustering and fuming in what Dib could only imagine was very angry Irken. “It was ONE TIME !!!” he finally spat out, incensed. Dib nervously ran a hand through his hair. “Okay … and if it isn’t just one time?” Zim growled something under his breath, fists at his sides. “It might not be related to the issue with your PAK, but if it is, I’d rather be prepared,” Dib said simply. “You’re not putting me in diapers!” Zim snapped. “Fine. No diapers. But I am gonna grab a pack of pull-ups or something, just in case ,” Dib said as he tossed his underwear onto the pile, trying to remain blasé about the whole thing. Which was a difficult thing to pull off while naked and covered in piss. Zim spied Dib’s cock poking out of a thicket of hair and abruptly looked away before he could get distracted. Not to mention, he was vaguely concerned that getting turned on in wet pants might rewire him in an even worse way. He merely crossed his arms and faced away. “I’ll get you some snacks as a consolation,” Dib said as he turned to walk upstairs. “We’re almost out of Fun Dip, right? I’ll get you more of that.” Zim gathered the clothes and blankets and damp cushion with the help of his PAK legs to steady everything. He’d stupidly put his clothes-cleaning contraption upstairs, but at least he’d had the foresight to put it right outside the lift. The stairs were really just for Dib’s benefit. It was the only way the kid got any exercise, some days. Zim pulled aside one of the large speakers beside the TV to reveal the interior of an elevator, and climbed inside with his bundle. He reached the top just as Dib finished hosing himself off in the shower, and got to work loading the machine with all of the damp clothes and blankets. Dib dressed himself in a flash, hurriedly striding towards the stairs before Zim was even finished. “I’ll be back before you know it!” Dib called on his way down. Zim gave only a non-committal grunt. “Text me if you think of anything you want!” “Hmph.” Zim rolled his eyes and slammed the door to the washer shut, irritably poking at the controls until it chimed happily and began chugging away. Zim waited, one antenna perked, until he heard the front door close and lock behind Dib. His human would be gone for at least ten minutes, and ten minutes was all Zim needed to get back inside his PAK and fix this irritating little hiccup once and for all. ii. Dib’s truck rumbled along the road back home, the breeze from the windows making the bags beside him billow and snap. He caught a glimpse of the package contained inside and felt himself blush slightly. Although the situation was embarrassing and slightly worrying when it came to Zim’s overall health, Dib found that he was strangely un-squicked by recent events. Even though Zim had pissed right in his lap, he hadn’t really found the situation all that revolting. If he hadn’t been so shocked at the time, it might have even been a little hot. Zim, caught in an embarrassing situation, dependent on Dib to make things better … Dib shook his head to clear it as he pulled up to the base. He doubted he could get Zim on board with that sort of roleplay. But he could dream, at least. He killed the engine, grabbed his bags, and hopped out of the truck. Scattered leaves blew across his path, catching on the tacky lawn gnomes Zim still insisted stand guard outside. Dib would have been lying if he said he didn’t find Zim’s sense of decor at least a little amusing. He opened the door and stepped inside. “I’m back!” he shouted cheerily, kicking his shoes off. He started towards the stairs, then stopped dead. The whole base was eerily quiet, except for what he’d initially written off as the wind whistling over the roof. But as he stood there, barely breathing, it had begun to sound an awful lot more like sobbing. “ Zim ??” When there was no answer, Dib dropped his bags and raced up the spiraling steps. He came to a screeching halt at the doorway to their bedroom, where Zim was crumped on the floor, sobbing and sitting in a puddle of something that Dib would have bet money wasn’t tears. Nevertheless, Dib rushed over and scooped Zim up, hugging him close. “What’s wrong??” he asked, rubbing the small of Zim’s back in an attempt to soothe him. “I tried to fix it!!” Zim wailed, breath hitching in his throat. “The wires … they were all — hic!! — fused in the wrong spots. I tried to separate them, but … but once I put my PAK back on, it … it shorted out again. And … and when I woke up I — hic!! — I was on the floor and I know I just made it worse!!” Anger swelled in Dib’s chest for a moment, but it was quickly snuffed out by Zim’s obvious upset. There was nothing to be gained by cussing him out for his actions. He was already suffering the consequences. Plus, the sounds he was making were causing Dib heartache like he’d never felt before. All he wanted was to put things right. “It’s gonna be okay,” Dib murmured, hugging him tightly. Zim shook his head, face buried in Dib’s shoulder. “No, it isn’t !! I don’t know what’s wrong but something just isn’t right!!! ” It was hard for Dib to argue. He’d never seen Zim so worked up before. He’d seen him get a little teary over things or sometimes even cry out of frustration, but he’d never dissolved into such a thoroughly inconsolable state before. “Let’s get you cleaned up, and then we can go back to taking it easy, okay?” Dib said softly. Zim took a few shaky breaths in an attempt to get ahold of himself. “Bath,” he finally mumbled, wiping his eyes. Dib was slightly taken aback. Zim usually avoided anything deeper than a puddle like the plague. “I was just gonna let you shower off, but yeah, we can do a bath, if that’s what you want.” He stood up and carried Zim to the bathroom, watching with growing concern as Zim buried his face in the front of his hoodie. He lowered himself onto the edge of the bathtub and turned on the taps, putting his wrist in the stream to gauge the temperature before plugging the drain and gently setting Zim down. “Get settled. I’ll be right back.” Dib made it to the stairs in a few long strides, descending the steps to retrieve two of the bags he’d dropped by the door. On his way back through the bedroom, he tossed one bag onto the bed, then carried the other with him back into the bathroom. He made it back up in time to see Zim adding a hefty amount of bubble bath to the water. “You’re really going all-in on this, huh?” Dib remarked as he put his back against the wall and slid to a sitting position next to the tub. Zim ducked his head nervously. “It smells nice.” Dib leaned on the edge of the tub and reached out to cup Zim’s cheek, stroking it with his thumb. “Yeah, it does. And that means you’ll smell nice when we’re cuddled up together on the couch, later.” Zim pressed against his hand with a soft purr, eyes closed, a contented smile on his face. Dib’s own sad smile slowly faded as the full weight of the interaction started to hit him. He felt like he was talking to a slightly younger Zim. At the very least, a Zim with all the usual sass and salt stripped out. And that had him worried, sure, but the worst part was, he knew full well that some part of him was enjoying the shift. Taking care of a soft, sweet Zim fulfilled some basic need he didn’t even know he had. Zim slowly opened his eyes, and the pink packaging inside the bag suddenly caught his attention. “Do I even need to ask what that is?” he said wearily. Dib gave a weak smile and finally pulled the package out of the bag. The front graphic showed an earth child in a t-shirt and what appeared at first to be purple underwear. It didn't take Zim’s earth-shattering IQ to be able to guess they weren’t that, at all. “I was a bedwetter for way longer than I care to say,” Dib admitted, cheeks going pink. “So I can personally vouch for this brand. Pluuuus ,” he added in a sing-song tone, “they’re purple and pink! Your favorite colors.” Zim stared blankly for a second, then puffed out his cheeks. “Wow, Dib. I didn’t think I could feel any more self conscious about this, but congratulations.” Dib deflated a bit and ran his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, sorry. Just try to remember that it’s not for forever, alright?” Zim opened his mouth, then closed it and shook his head, thinking better of whatever he was about to say. Instead, he grabbed a washcloth and thrust it at Dib. “There’s still some milkshake on my back,” he said quietly. “I can’t reach it myself. Can you …? Dib took the washcloth from him, dipped it into the bath water, and gently began cleaning him up. There were strawberries caked along the outline of his PAK, along with the general stickiness coating everything. Zim held uncharacteristically still as Dib worked, merely swirling his fingers in the water and watching the bubble trails. “Are you alright?” Dib finally asked after several minutes of silence. “Yeah, Dib. I’ve always wanted to start pissing myself at random. So, you know. Never better,” Zim replied dryly without looking up. “We could keep trying to fix it, you know,” Dib offered as he poured water down Zim’s back to clean under his PAK. “No,” Zim replied sorrowfully, “it’s not just the wires. Some of the chips are damaged, and they’re not like your computer chips. They’re grown, like crystals. So you can’t just slap a new one in there any more than you can take a slice of your brain and replace it.” He leaned his head against the cool tile, eyes closed. “There are tools to regrow broken chips, but I don’t have them. There’s a chance I could pick up what I need on Vort, but that’s not possible right now because of the political situation.” Dib silently wrung out the washcloth and set it on the edge of the tub. “So you’re …” “Stuck like this for the foreseeable future, yeah,” Zim confirmed, swirling the bubbles around with his finger. “And I don’t even know the full extent of what ‘like this’ is .” “You haven’t been losing any of your other faculties, have you?” Dib asked with a concerned frown. Zim shook his head. “No, I just feel weird. Different.” He pushed the water from side to side, watching the frothy waves bounce around the tub as he struggled to find the words. “Smaller, almost,” he finally whispered. “I just want physical comfort and … simple things. I don’t know …” Dib reached out and put a finger under Zim’s chin, making him look up. “You want me to take care of you?” he asked gently. As he looked into Zim’s eyes, there was no denying that something had permanently shifted. The Zim that sat in front of him seemed to be trying to take up as little space as possible. Everything about him seemed to cry out for affection, and Dib wanted nothing more than to give it to him. Zim bit his lip nervously before giving a small nod. “Y-yeah. Being taken care of sounds nice.” Dib leaned forwards and kissed him on his forehead, then sat back on his heels. “Good, because that’s what I was planning to spend the rest of the day doing, anyways.” Dib pulled the stopper out of the drain and shook out a fuzzy purple towel as Zim stood up out of the water with a shiver. In one fluid motion, Dib wrapped Zim up in the towel and whisked him up before the alien could protest. Much to his surprise, this got a genuine laugh out of Zim instead of the usual cussing-out. “Man, you are in some rare moods today,” Dib said as he kissed Zim’s cheek. Zim shrugged self-consciously. “I guess …” His blush made his freckles stand out like stars in a dusty desert twilight, and for a moment, all Dib could do was smile and take it all in. “You’re still going to make me put one of those things on, aren’t you?” Zim asked quietly, face falling as Dib set him down on his feet. “Sorry,” Dib murmured, in lieu of saying ‘yes’. “If it had just been the one accident, I wouldn’t push, but, well.” He shrugged apologetically. “Twice is kind of a pattern.” Zim dried himself off slowly, looking over the packaging that claimed the product enclosed “ looks and feels like real underwear! ” It was a bold claim that Zim wasn’t positive would be able to hold up under scrutiny. It also hammered home the fact that Zim was departing the realm of whatever “real” underwear happened to be, and he had no idea if -- or when -- he’d be returning. The uncertainty left a knot in his guts. As Zim finished drying off his legs, Dib ripped one end of the package open and pulled out something that certainly looked more like a diaper than any sort of adult undergarment Zim had ever seen. Dib handed it over and Zim, still skeptical, took it and examined it closer. At least Dib had done his best to get the good colors. But that was really the only bright spot. Zim pulled the stretchy sides wide enough to step into it, then shimmied it up until the padding was flush with his crotch. He wiggled it around a bit, noting the muted crinkle the thing made as he shifted. He looked up to meet Dib’s eyes. “This is a diaper,” he said with a wry look. “It’s just a pull-up,” Dib corrected. “Call it whatever you want, Dib,” Zim said with a sigh as he walked towards the bedroom closet. “Doesn’t really change what it is. You know. I know.” He gestured half-heartedly towards the packaging. “Even those lying marketing executives probably know.” There wasn’t much Dib could say to that, so he gave Zim a sort of well-meaning pat on the head, and went to dig through the dresser for a change of clothes. After changing into some ridiculously fluffy pajamas, they settled in for an afternoon of sugar and scary movies with the hope of taking Zim’s mind of what a disaster the day had been so far. Zim had been concerned that Dib would want to keep a bit of distance between the two of them, but instead Dib seemed to want him as close as possible. Dib tended to be fairly affectionate as it was, but tonight he was all but smothering Zim with his love, cuddling him and preening his antennae. “Normally I’d never say this, because I’m worried you’d rip my face off and wear it as a hat, but you’re really cute,” Dib murmured between cheek kisses. “I wouldn’t kick your ass for that,” Zim said dismissively. “You always assume I want to be referred to in hard, masculine terms, but I’ve never said that.” Dib raised his eyebrows in surprise. “For real?” “Yeah,” Zim said as he snuggled against Dib’s chest. “I’d like it if you called me cute more often.” Dib smiled and hugged him close. “How about adorable?” “Mm-Hmm. That one, too.” “Sweet?” “Literally and figuratively, yes.” “My little bug?” Zim stopped with a Fun Dip stick halfway to his mouth. Those words made all eight ventricles of his heart suddenly flutter so badly, he was momentarily convinced he was experiencing a cardiac event. Dib laughed nervously, “Alright, not that one. Message received.” Zim hunched his shoulders reflexively. “Um. Actually … say that one again?” Dib looked down, trying and failing to read his expression. “What? My little bug?” he repeated cautiously. Zim closed his eyes, a stupid smile spreading across his face. The words were warm and soft, like a blanket fresh from the dryer on a chilly fall evening. “Oh, you actually like that one!” Dib remarked, more than a little surprised. “I thought the silence was because you were too nice to tell me it was stupid.” “I’m never too nice to call you stupid , Dib,” Zim pointed out with a sidelong glance and a barely concealed smirk. “But yes, when you say that, it gives me the warm-and-fuzzies.” “Sure that’s not because you’ve peed yourself again?” Dib said under his breath. Zim gave him a swift elbow to the ribs for his trouble. “Be nice to Zim!” he groused with a scowl as Dib coughed and grabbed his side. “I’ve had a rough day. Asshole.” “ Fuck , I think you broke something,” Dib wheezed as tears sprung to his eyes. “ Good . Think of that next time you decide that making me feel like filthy garbage over something I can’t help is a fantastic idea.” Zim crossed his arms and leaned his way out of Dib’s lap, flopping against the arm of the couch. Well. There he was. That was the Zim that Dib knew and (mostly) loved. Dib rubbed his ribs gingerly, a sinking feeling in his guts. “Hey, I’m sorry, alright?” he offered gently. “I didn’t mean to ruin a nice moment. I … guess I was just trying to be funny.” Zim covered his head with his arms. “It’s not funny, Dib,” he said, muffled. “It’s one of the least funny things to ever happen to me!” His shoulders shook for a moment as he sucked in a deep breath. “… especially because it is wet …” he added, so softly that Dib almost missed it. “Fuck, I’m so sorry,” Dib said frantically, standing up and giving Zim’s sleeve a little tug. “C’mere. Let’s go take care of it.” Zim looked up miserably, wiping the corner of his eye on his sleeve. “I can do it myself, Dib.” “I know you can, but I said I was going to take care of you, so come here and let me handle things.” Dib reached down and made a little “up!!” gesture with his fingers. Zim gave an aggravated little snort, but eventually stood up and allowed Dib to pick him up. He wrapped his legs and arms around Dib’s body, clinging like a toddler, face buried in Dib’s shoulder to hide how badly he was blushing. “You’ve got to tell me when you need it swapped out,” Dib admonished gently as they ascended the stairs. “I was comfy,” Zim mumbled. “If that’s seriously the lie you’re going with, I’m gonna start checking,” Dib said with a warning glance. “Do you want that?” “Of course not!!” Zim sputtered. “It’s embarrassing, okay?? I don't want to draw attention to it.” “You know what’s more embarrassing?” Dib asked as he set Zim down on the floor. “Leaking all over me and the couch. Now, do me a favor and hold your shirt out of the way.” Zim sighed and lifted up his shirt as Dib deftly pulled his pants down and ripped the sides on his pull-up to take it off. He set it on the ground and pulled out a pack of wipes from the bag on the bed, then set to work wiping Zim down. It wasn’t as if Dib wasn’t already intimately familiar with all of Zim’s bits. They had a very healthy love life, and one of Dib’s favorite things to do was put his face between Zim’s thighs and absolutely go to town eating him out until Zim’s legs shook and he couldn’t see straight. But there was something altogether different about having Dib clean him up with all the gentle care in the world, absolutely devoid of sexual subtext. Or at least, that’s how it looked . “I’m starting to think you like this more than you’ve let on,” Zim said suspiciously. It was a stab in the dark, but it was also the only thing that explained why Dib seemed so completely unbothered by the whole thing. Dib shrugged. “I guess? Taking care of you kinda hits a special part of my heart just right,” he said with a genuine smile. “I don’t like that you’re in this situation, but as long as you are, I’d love to get to pamper the absolute hell out of you.” “I said no diapers, Dib,” Zim insisted nervously. “I mean I want to dote on you, dummy,” Dib said as he rolled everything up and brought it to the bin on the other side of the room. “Although diapers would make this whole thing easier. You wouldn’t need to take everything off in order for me to change you.” Zim whined as he stepped out of his pajama bottoms. “Not yet,” he said, a pleading tone to his words. Dib came back with a fresh pull-up, sprinkled with what smelled like lavender baby powder. “Suit yourself,” he said, holding the disposable underwear out in front of Zim. “Step into this, and then we’re done.” Zim put a hand on Dib’s shoulder for balance and did as he was told. “So that’s really it?” he asked as he straightened the leg bands on his hips. “You just like coddling me? You don’t have a piss fetish or anything?” Dib didn’t immediately answer, and when Zim looked up, his face was an indescribable shade of red. “ Oh my Tallest ,” Zim said, face falling. “I trusted you!” Dib fiddled with his glasses. “I’m not getting off on this!!” he insisted. A little too intently, Zim thought. “It’s more like … it’s cute??” he attempted desperately. “It’s weirdly emotionally intimate and it just makes me want to cuddle you, okay??” “So none of it is sexual?” Zim asked dryly as he pulled up his pajama bottoms. Dib tilted his head back towards the ceiling and gave a frustrated moan. “Ohhhh my gawd, alright . Look. Let me put it this way,” he said, face still on the red side of pink. “If we were fucking and you … um … you know …” Zim raised his eyebrows. Having a laugh at Dib’s expense was simply too easy. “ No . I don’t know.” Dib ran his fingers through his hair once, and then a few extra times for good measure. “Okay. Okay okay okay . If you … if you were inside of me, and you pissed …” Dib tossed his hands up on either side of him in a greatly exaggerated shrug. “I wouldn’t hate it , alright??” Zim thought for a moment, foot tapping as he watched Dib squirm out of the corner of his eye. “But would you like it ?” he asked, trying not to grin when Dib’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “Gah!!! Yes, Zim! Is that what you want to hear??” he yelled. “That I fucking fantasize about having the balls to ask you to piss inside me and then fuck me in it?? ” A smile tugged at the corner of Zim’s face. He’d never seen Dib snap like this before and it was highly amusing. “Holy shit …” he whispered to himself. Dib continued on with his rant, unaware. “Because I do , alright?? I think that would be hot as hell , especially if you told me what a disgusting, perverted freak I am while you do it!!” He stopped gesticulating wildly and dropped his arms, panting. His glasses had nearly slid off his face and his hair was wild. “Are you happy now??? ” Dib demanded as Zim desperately stifled a giggle with his sleeve. “You have no idea,” he replied with a grin. “I’m not taking advantage of this situation, I swear ,” Dib said, still visibly flustered as he fixed his glasses. “You’re cute and I want to take care of you. I just also haven’t stopped seeing you as my partner so, if you want to still have sex…” He trailed off with a hopeful look. “That option is still on the table.” Zim stepped forwards and hugged Dib around the waist. “Good. Because I haven’t stopped enjoying the thought of being inside you.” Dib ruffled his antennae. “Perpetually on the same page. That’s why I love you.” Zim stepped back and made an “up!!” motion with his arms, an expectant look on his face. Dib rolled his eyes, but ultimately reached down to pick him up. “Alright, alright. One more movie, because I can’t say no to that look. But then we’re going to bed for real. It really has been a long day.”

Hi there, figured I'd post something that I've been working on for the past two years. Maybe a few here have seen it over at A03, but in any case I figure someone would enjoy this. There are bound to be mistakes here and there, but as long as people are enjoying this, I'm sure it won't be too much of a problem. --- Chapter One: Baby Henry and meeting Mommy It is a time of chaos and war. The Horde and Alliance continue to wage an endless series of proxy conflicts and battles against one another upon the world stage. The recent victory over the Lich King and the Scourge wasn't even enough to warrant cessation of hostilities, and so the war for domination of Azeroth continues. The need for heroes and adventurers remains at an all-time high. Across the world, young men and women hear this call and go to seek their fortunes and destinies among the dangers and wonders in this realm of magic, divinity, and strange technologies. One such individual was a young human named Henry. An orphan that bore no last name, Henry was just another young man seeking his fortune and place in Azeroth. Though he had a boyish charm, decent physique, and a curious mind, he was effectively a nobody from Stormwind. Still, this hasn't stopped him from wanting to explore the world and go on adventures. Growing up in an orphanage, even inside the massive capital of the Alliance, he always felt confined to one place. He found solace in reading books and hearing stories from passersby about the world outside the walls of Stormwind. Many would tell him that it was dangerous outside and to explore during such dark times was a foolhardy and childish endeavor. As he grew older, the world continued to be torn apart by conflict. Such realities didn't stop Henry from imagining the places he'd find and the people he'd meet. And even at twenty years old, he never lost his childlike wonder for the strange and bizarre. Unfortunately for Henry, that wasn't the only infantile quality that he kept. Henry was, for all intents and purpose, slightly incontinent. He had been from a young age, which resulted in him having nighttime accidents for as long as he could remember. It got worse as the young man got older and started having daytime ones as well, around the time Henry began puberty. No matter what magic, arcane or divine, or alchemical potions used, he couldn't control his bladder most of the time. Naturally, to prevent him from pissing all over the place, his sheets, and pants, the orphanage put him in diapers. But what started as just a nighttime arrangement (and occasional punishment) turned into a full-time requirement for Henry by the time he was fourteen. One can imagine how embarrassing it was for him to deal with this situation. Being diapered for most of his life had also compounded particular "interests" to develop and nurture inside his young mind. He was doted on by most of the matrons at the orphanage, and most of the children called him "Baby Henry," sometimes not even in cruelty but as if to state a fact. To everyone at his orphanage, he was a baby boy to them. He did smell like baby powder, have a noticeable bulge around his crotch, and it didn't help that a matron would randomly pull down his pants to check him. He never resisted, not after the time he got spanked in front of the other kids. Sometimes, the matrons forgot that he was a growing boy and babied him extensively. They got him toys, pacifiers, and even a crib when he was ten, but he soon grew out of it. This treatment was used initially as a punishment against Henry, but it became its own reward to Henry in time. Soon the memories of being punished and rewarded started to blur together after a while. A few matrons who acted as wet-nurses would even practice with Henry before breastfeeding real babies or come to him when they needed excess milk drained from their breasts. None of them minded; most of them had already changed his diapers and took care of him when he acted up. There were some benefits to all of this embarrassment. By age twelve, Henry was the only boy in the orphanage that had seen the tits of every matron in the orphanage, although his mouth was soon suckling milk from them all those times. As he got older, such practices stopped, but he could still recall how a few older matrons remarked that having a big baby like Henry around certainly helped take the pressure off their bodies when they were lactating. A few matrons and older people thought it inappropriate to keep treating Henry like a baby, but they couldn't deny that he somehow fit the bill of one. It didn't help that Henry started to enjoy those memories fondly and became sexually aroused when thinking of it all. At eighteen, he knew that was someone that enjoyed being taken care of by women and babied by them, even dominated by them. He was a submissive man, he realized, and Henry found that he didn't have too many issues with it. As always, his biggest concern was wanting to leave the orphanage and explore this world. So when he was allowed to leave at 18, he bid farewell to the matrons (although they did offer that if their former ward was feeling homesick or needed to be taken care of, they could always find room for him) and went to locate some work to help pay for his start as an adventurer. So try as the world might, Henry did still grow up and learned more about the world. He became educated, built his body up, and even trained with how to use a sword! He found work at a local tanner and made a decent enough wage to get his small room at an inn. Henry found the whole adult world to be tiring but also quite interesting. No one outside the orphanage knew him as Baby Henry, which gave him a chance to grow as a young man. He even found the confidence to stop wearing diapers for a time, to which a few accidents reminded him that he still needed the damn things. Around this time, he discovered a new type of diapers, an invention from the gnomes of all people, disposable diapers. He was intrigued, especially after the embarrassment of getting his cloth diapers cleaned all the time by the nice old lady at the mill, and even found that he could afford a pack of twenty-four diapers for a whole forty copper. They were a step above cloth diapers in quality, granted they were thick and loud. But Henry couldn't deny that he enjoyed the feeling of this "plastic" that the gnomes had invented. Try he had many close calls with people almost finding out, and he had a noticeable waddle when he was wet, but in the end, he didn't have too much incorporating these diapers into his life. It was odd to say, but he felt empowered by wearing them. It took him another four years before he had enough money to buy a suit of leather armor, an actual sword, and the gear to become an adventurer. By the time he was ready, he had heard that the Horde and Alliance finally bested the Lich King, but the world was still on the brink of war. He wasn't too interested in politics; he just wanted to see the world and experience what he had only heard from storybooks, rumors, and his dreams. The only thing he worried about was where exactly a young man like him would fit into it. Henry left Stormwind and started on his journey towards Westfall. He had been given a rather easy quest by the Stormwind garrison, deliver a message to the Alliance Watch at Sentinal Hill and then aid them in their fight against Horde raiders. His first real quest was a big deal for Henry. He packed his gear, his sword, and plenty of diapers and changing supplies. He felt like an adult for the first time, a real one that was venturing out into the dangerous but exciting world. He even did some minor quests along the way, killing some boars and gnolls. It was crazy and even a little scary in some places. He felt glad to be wearing his diapers; he was pretty sure he soaked them once or twice. As he continued on his journey towards Westfall, he felt something strange was in the air upon his third day into the quest, and as the young man slept that night, he felt as if something familiar, something comforting found and said: "yes, you are the one" but didn't remember much else. So he didn't think much of it. It was on his fourth day that Henry encountered a woman that would change his life. He had been walking down the Elwynn road, minding his own business as the saying went when he heard a sultry voice call out to him. "Come here, young traveler..." Henry stopped in his tracks immediately, swiveling his head to the side to put a face to the sound. "Yes, you! I want to talk to you for a moment." The voice said to him as he felt something start to stir in him. To the right side of the trail sat a beautiful, busty Draenei with white hair and dark purple skin. She was wearing a flowing white dress around her body, that while not figure-hugging, somehow gave her an aura of feminine grace and beauty. Henry had only seen a few Draenei back in Stormwind, but he never got the courage to see one up close. The young man felt his face get hot at the sight of this magnificent creature. A thick and voluptuous body, with full breasts and wide hips that any man would kill just for the chance to grope such marvelous mounds of flesh. Still, he was hesitant to approach her at first. Who the hell was she, and why was she out here? Hell, why was she talking to Henry?! But he made his way slowly over to the beautiful-looking woman anyways. She had a soft aurora around her; it was almost as if he felt...at home? "Oh, look at you, such a big boy you are for going out on your own and fighting all kinds of monsters, huh? Aren't you such a cute little boy trying to impress everyone. How many copper pieces have you collected, hmm? It seems like a lot!" She said, pointing to his slightly poofed-out pants. His face instantly went red with embarrassment. Why was she talking to him like that?! Did she know he was wearing a diaper?! He was mesmerized by her voice; it was so maternal. The way she spoke, it was like she was talking to him as she would a toddler playing the part of an adventurer. Henry felt very self-conscious about his diaper now. He tried to deflect her question, but he was so embarrassed and surprised he stumbled over his words, "N-No, it's just um... Yeah! Yeah, I have tons of copper." Henry said with a nervous smile. The Draenei just giggled, and he was suddenly feeling a lot smaller. She got a bit closer to Henry, and he noticed the size difference between them. Henry wasn't a tiny man. He was at least six feet tall and with decent muscles across his body. This strange woman looked just as strong as he did. There was also a lovely smell around her, like fresh linens and strawberries. She was giving him a coy smile as she stared down at the embarrassed young man. "Why don't you... Show me then!" She said, suddenly grabbing Henry's bum. The shock ran through him instantly, freezing up any physical response as he felt her hands groped his diapered butt. He didn't know what to do; hell, what could he do in this situation? But as she pulled him closer, a loving smile started forming across the Draenei's face. As Henry looked at this face, he felt his worries wash away ever so slightly. "Oh, Baby... Baby boy, this isn't a large coin purse, is it?" She said, squeezing the thick padding taped around Henry. The young human didn't even know how to respond; he just nodded his head. The Draenei kept her smile as she twittled her right hand behind Henry's back. He didn't know she summoned a small, green-like flame formed in her palms as she cast her soothing spell. Henry now felt his worries melt away, and he relaxed slightly. His mind felt a little funny as if the strange creature in front of him was now a familiar caretaker. The white-haired stranger gently worked to calm him down completely, "Shhh...don't you worry about anything, little boy, Mommy is going to take care of everything now? Isn't she?" She said, watching the little boy's face start to relax even more. He nodded again, this time much slower as her words echoed in his mind; she was calling herself his mommy? None of the matrons ever called themselves that, and Henry always wondered what it was like to have a mother. It sounded so lovely to him, so tantalizing, but even as the idea whispered in his mind, he still couldn't get his head wrapped around this situation. He didn't know what to do. Should he fight back? But why would he? It wasn't like she had hurt him or tried to rob him. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the lovely, caring smile on her face. She was looking at him like a mother would to a baby or toddler. It was so delightful pure and sweet that he wasn't even paying attention to how close her breasts were to him now, "O-Okay... Dra-" Henry said before being cut off. "No, Mommy." She commanded, ending her spell and rubbing the back of the little boy's bum now. Henry gasped as he felt her feel up his diapered butt. She was in control of him as he willingly let her words percolate through his mind for a few moments. Mommy, this was his mommy. She might have been someone that he just met two minutes ago, and by no stretch was she his actual mother, but Henry accepted that she was now his mommy at this moment. But some part of him, the one last shred of dignity, wanted to deny this whole farce. He was a man now, wasn't he? He had left the orphanage to escape this sort of treatment and finally throw off the title of "Baby" that haunted him for 18 years. But as he stared at the motherly face in front of him, enjoying the feeling of safety and security offered by this woman, and then at her luscious body...his resistance collapsed in a second. "Aw, who am I kidding." He thought to himself as he nodded with a small, nervous smile on his face. "Okay, Mommy," He declared, letting himself relax completely. He had done it, and he accepted that perhaps he wasn't done being Baby Henry, at least right now. But as the final piece of mental resistance crumbled and he received his fate, he felt the crouch of his diaper grow increasingly warm from his eased state. He felt bliss as he wet himself in front of this strange woman. When she reached for his hand, Henry did not attempt to resist as she gently guided him towards a tree off to the side of the road. It was an ancient oak that provided a lot of shade to anyone that sat on its trunk. His Mommy, the phrase became almost comforting in his mind, sat down under the tree as she continued to smile at him. He was about to ask what they were going to do next when she unceremoniously pulled out her plump breasts. Henry blinked a few times, and his jaw dropped as he bore witness to a fantastic pair of breasts laid bare to him. Henry considered himself quite familiar with breasts, a connoisseur if one was generous, and after his experiences with the tits of the orphanage matrons, the young man thought that he saw quite a few pairs in his short time on this planet. But what he saw now blew anything seen at the orphanage, out of the water. But as he stared and his mind started to comprehend what he was looking at, familiar memories began to resurface. He knew intrinsically the position that Mommy had taken, and as he glanced towards the puffy nipples and the smooth, dark purple areolas, Henry saw liquid slowly drip out. He licked his suddenly dry lips and realized that he was quite thirsty and hungry all of a sudden. She giggled as she saw his expression, and then patted her lap. "Come here, little one, let Mommy feed you." She said, but Henry didn't even respond. She was going to breastfeed him. A young man that she just suddenly met off the side of the open road? Henry had heard about some women looking to have a quick fuck with a passerby, but this whole situation wasn't anything like he heard in taverns and inns. But then again, what about this situation was normal? He'd already resigned himself to this "fate," and she knew he was wearing a diaper anyway, so what harm was there in all of this? Finding his nerves, he quickly walked over and instantly laid down on his Mommy's lap. He knew how this all worked, having done it so many times in the past. He didn't even bother pretending he didn't "remember" how to suckle from a breast. Henry just had his mouth wide open as he stared directly at the pair of amazing tits dangling right in front of him. The infantile part of him was hungry now, and he was staring straight at lunch. It had been years since he'd tasted breastmilk anyway, and he could only imagine what the taste would be from this Draenei. She gave a small laugh, "Someone is eager!" She lovingly guided her right nipple into his mouth; he latched on immediately. The nipple was hard, and her skin tasted of a sweet, almost vanilla-like taste. He didn't focus much more, though, as he started to suckle like the infant, he was at this moment. He was rewarded only a few seconds later with thick, delicious milk. The natural liquid substance came in a torrent, and the remaining adult part of his mind wondered if this was a trait that Draenei women had over human women; Henry idly didn't seem to care either way as he swallowed mouthfuls of the milk. Mommy was gently running her hands through his hair, "Such a good little boy, that's right, drink up Mommy's milky. It'll make you my good diaper boy, won't it? You'll make nice wet diapers for Mommy, won't you?" Her words no longer embarrassed Henry, as he accepted what she said as the truth. He was her diaper boy, and he wanted to fill his diapers at her request. Henry could still feel the warmth from his accident only a few minutes ago. The young adventurer felt utter contentment as he knew he would be taken care of after the young man got enough of mommy's milk. Henry was so focused on getting milk from these tits that he didn't see as she weaved another spell with her hand as she continued to speak embarrassing truths. In a second, Henry felt a breeze on his legs, and then one of her hands gently caress his legs before moving down to his diaper. She had somehow removed his pants, and now, all that was left was his soggy, sagging diaper. "Oh! Are you already wet? By the Naaru, how long have you been wandering around here without your Mommy?" She said with what sounded like genuine concern towards him being in a wet diaper. Mommy didn't want him to get a diaper rash; it seemed. She kept speaking, "Well, it's a good thing you were wearing such thick diapers, but I think it might be best to get something a little more colorful and appropriate for you?" Mommy was beaming a smile at him now. Henry said nothing, though, as he continued to suckle from one breast before periodically moving towards the other. His hands were gripping her soft, silky smooth thighs, and he finally started to become hard. She must have noticed this, now that his diaper was laid out for the entire world to see. She rubbed the front of his diaper a little harder, feeling his hard erection through the wet padding. His diapers were thick things, made even thicker when soaked with pee. In some instances, it had made masturbation quite tricky to accomplish when Henry was alone with his erotic thoughts. But he could feel her grip and her palm as her hands skillfully and slowly moved up and down the front of a wet diaper. "A little excited, aren't we?" She said, stroking even faster and likely with a little bit of magic in her hands. She spoke, though, wasn't talking like someone who was performing a handjob by diaper proxy. It sounded more like a mother that was showing a necessary task for her child, "My little boy is enjoying this. Why don't you show me how much you want to be my baby boy?" Now she sounded like she was getting into this whole situation as well. Henry could detect just the barest hints of passion in her tone, though she was hiding it quite well. She kept talking, "Come on, show me how much you love being my little diaper boy." She said, rubbing his diaper even faster. Henry's mind was starting to slip into a haze of pleasure. What was happening now had been in only his wildest and dirtiest fantasies. Try as he might, he could never shake or forgot the memories of the matrons babying him and desire to repeat those times, albeit with more sexual undertones in them. Everything happening at this moment was pushing him over the edge now. He could only whimper as he continued to drink breastmilk, "Are you gonna cum? Huh? Are you going to cum to your new Mommy? It's okay; just cum into your diaper. Come on, cum in your diaper, baby." She was increasing the speed now, and Henry was finally close to cumming. Her words echoed in his mind, yes he was her baby boy, and he belonged in diapers. He wasn't just Henry the Adventurer, and he was Baby Henry as well. This stranger was his mommy, and she was feeding him, and then she would change him into a dry diaper. All was right in the world, and he felt his mind start to go dark as he neared his orgasm. She must have known because she seemed so gleeful as she spoke again, "That's right; make cummies in your diaper for mommy!" She said, fully jerking Henry off. The experience was incredible for Henry. It was a mind-shattering orgasm, literally. He felt his mind go as he moaned and writhed as hot cum shot into the front of his infantile cage. "Great job, little one, we're going to have so much fun, aren't we?!" Mommy said as she gave an excited clap now, acting as Henry had done a good thing for her. At that moment, Baby Henry looked up at her and stared at a pair of glowing eyes that conveyed absolute adoration and unconditional love towards him. He hesitantly pulled away from the nipple and gave a childish giggle towards her before saying one word, "Mama!" Henry awoke from a rather strange dream. He felt refreshed for the first since starting this quest. The young adventurer had taken to sleeping in a forest as he didn't have much money to spend on Inn rooms just yet. Regardless, Henry felt great and stretched as his mind was still waking up, only idly paying attention to his hands, hitting the bars around him. It took him a few more seconds for his sleep-addled mind to notice this particular development. "...what?" He asked himself as he looked around and saw that were bars around him. And as he started to move about, he felt something substantial around his waist, no doubt his diaper, and then pulled away from an unfamiliar-looking blue blanket. It was still dark, wherever he was at this moment, but he saw what looked to be a window with sunlight peeking through drawn curtains. As he tried to get his bearings, he felt some serious concern over the prospect of having been captured or arrested. "Hello, is anyone out there?!" He called out in a panic to the darkened room as he gripped the bars. He didn't even seem to care or notice that he wasn't wearing anything other than his diaper. Henry called out again and was rewarded this time with the sounds of what sounded like hoofsteps approaching the room that held the caged adventurer. His eyes were now adjusting to the darkness a little more as the figure entered the room. It then spoke to him, "Oh, I see Baby-Henry is up!" It was female and quite familiar. He had only a few seconds to start remembering before she walked over to the window and pulled back the curtains. The room became flooded with sunlight, and Henry finally got a good look at his jail cell. They were the bars to a crib of all things, and as he looked down at his single piece of attire, he was embarrassed to see what seemed to be a rather infantile-looking diaper. Now, Henry was the first to admit that would be an oxymoron, but his regular diapers were generally all-white covers. The one tapped around his crotch had rattles, toy swords, and toy horses. He didn't know that a diaper could be so expressive, in terms of conveying a babyish side of things — Henry kind of liked how they look on him. "Did you have a good night's sleep?" He looked up from the study of his new diapers as Mommy, his memories helpfully reminded him, approached him. What had the hell happened? The two of them were just on the side of the road, and then...Henry blushes as the memories started to come back. The young man feels his entire body grow hot as he remembered everything that happened. The purple Draenei didn't seem to notice as she worked the crib railing to lower it. "Okay, let's check your diaper!" Henry felt two fingers suddenly intrude upon one of his diapers leak guards and felt them touch his skin and the padding. The human boy was still processing that whatever happened on the road wasn't some dream. Mommy pulled her fingers back, "Well, good boy, you made another wet diaper for mommy!" The once stranger cheered at his rather infantile act and rewarded him with a hug. Henry's face collided with the two large mounds of flesh that were her delectable milk makers. He felt a hand gently caress his padded backside, "No, poopies though, but I guess that's alright." Henry felt like his mind would blackout again and felt the need to regain some control over this situation. So he, hesitantly, pulled his head away from her breasts and tried to steady his breathing. "P-please, just, just let me think for a second." He practically exclaimed as he got his racing thoughts under his control. He could see the surprise and what he thought was a look of disappointment at his outburst. "Oh, you are back to normal?" Henry picked up on the wording, "What do you mean 'back to normal,' what happened to me?" He paused again as he looked around a little more. "Where are my clothes? Why are I in just a diaper and this crib? And by the Light, are we in a nursery?!" To his shock, they were indeed inside one. He could make out a large changing table in the corner, toys on some comfortable-looking rugs, several dressers and cabinets, a vanity, and a host of minor items. The room had a soft color to it all. He could smell powder and other scents and felt a comfortable warmth to this place. Mommy had a beaming smile on her face as he looked around, "Goodness, you don't remember the past two days?" "Two days?!" She had to be fucking with him. How did he blackout for two entire days? What did he even do for two days? Henry tried to wrap his head around this whole situation, but he felt something pushed into his mouth before he could ask any further questions. He tasted something rubbery and hinted at vanilla. Henry saw that she put a blue pacifier in his mouth. He could see the look on her face, expecting him to start sucking it. It didn't take much for him to start doing just that. "There you go, that will help calm you down." His Mommy responded with a smile as she waved a green flame near his head. Another spell that seemed to have a calming effect, and he did indeed feel a lot better. Soon he allowed himself to contently nurse on the bulb of the pacifier. She grabbed his hands and helped him out of his crib. "Now, let's get you into a fresh diaper!" The young man didn't say anything, but the thought of a dry diaper sounded lovely, right. As he stood up, he felt the diaper sag between his legs. Even with the pacifier's calming nature and the spell, Henry couldn't stop a pathetic whimper escape from his throats. Mommy gave him a small smile, "Don't worry, Mommy will take care of her little diaper boy." She gave him a little pat on the head before grabbing his right hand and leading him towards the changing table. Henry figured this was going to happen, and as he looked at the changing table, he saw that it seemed quite sturdy and headed a fair amount of changing supplies stack in its nooks. The young human didn't have any more time to consider the changing table, as he felt the Draenei grab him by his armpits and effortlessly lifted him. She was strong, Henry thought, and he quickly was told to lie down. He obeyed without issue and just sucked on his pacifier as he lifted his head to watch her. She was humming a very gentle tune as she pulled out some supplies and a fresh diaper. Henry noticed it was another one of those cute diapers, similar to what he was wearing. "Mhm?" He pointed towards the diaper while keeping the pacifier in his mouth. His caretaker looked a little confused before smirking and giggling, "Oh, where did I get these?" Her right index touched her chin as she pretended to ponder how to explain it, "Magic." Henry gave her a rather flat look, and she gave a very soft laugh before she went and grabbed the four tapes of his diaper. When she pulled back the front of his wet diaper, Henry's eyes widen in shock, and his pacifier dropped out of his mouth. "My hair!" His pubic hair was gone now; in place was smooth skin. He was completely hairless down there! Mommy gave a tiny giggle before speaking, "Trust me, baby-boy, getting rid of the hair makes cleaning you up a lot easier, and it's easier to put the baby powder on!" She made a gesture with her left hand, and Henry saw his dropped pacifier levitate up in the air and then move back into his mouth with an almost audible popping sound. "Now keep that in your mouth; it'll keep you calm." She partially commanded towards Henry, who just slowly started to suck the pacifier again. As he watched her, Henry couldn't help but notice how serene she looked at this moment. It didn't faze this woman that she was changing some random man's diaper inside some nursery. Even when considering everything that happened outside near the road, Henry figured that this was wholly some act on her part. But she looked even more motherly than even the matrons. The young baby boy felt something stir in his heart as he realized that she was genuine in her caring of him. His thoughts were interrupted as he felt a warm, wet cloth move about his penis. The Draenei was so gentle that he didn't even get an erection from the act. It was almost like getting a tender massage. Granted, as she slowly started to work his penis and balls, he began to notice that it felt terrific, and her fingers would linger on his tender pink flesh. As he closed his eyes and took in the feeling, he nearly shot up when a few seconds later, he felt her push the cloth up to his asshole slightly. He heard a somewhat mischievous giggle before she spoke again, "There we go, all the icky peepee is gone now. Time for the powder and then a nice, dry, and thick diaper for Henry!" She sounded so excited, and he couldn't help but feel similarly about the prospect as well. He loved this treatment, and since she was enjoying it as well, he felt no reason to bring the mood down. Mommy quickly pulled out a container of powder and then a small powder puff, the type women used to apply makeup on their faces and coated the fuzzy thing with a sweet-smelling powder. She began to dust his crotch and then rub the powder into his skin, gently and with a sense of purpose, "Don't want my baby-boy getting rashes." She explained, and Henry agreed with that sentiment. As she finished with his crotch, he felt her pull his legs together and then one with one hand, hoisted them up in the air. It had been a long time since anyone had to raise his legs and hips to powder his butt efficiently. Mommy did, and she took her time to cover his inch of flesh with powder and rub it in as well. He closed his eyes again and gently sucked on his pacifier as Henry became lost in this infantile massage. He felt her rub a little more powder into his abdomen, and he once again felt her linger just a little bit, "Hmm, my baby-boy takes care of himself. He must drink lots of milkies." Another motherly giggle and he felt himself giggle along with her. She finished powdering him, and he could hear her put the powder away, and a loud crinkling followed. He looked up and saw her unfurl a thick diaper. It had white and blue color patterns and some images that he couldn't make out. She gently pulled his legs and hips again slightly and slid the plastic under Henry's butt. Henry sighed as he felt the familiar material under his rear. Now he was truly content, knowing that he would be back in a dry diaper. He would be safe and secure, ready to take on the world and explore it. This combination of infantile bliss and adult fixation is what finally caused Henry's penis to start to swell. Mommy notice and gave a very gentle laugh. "Of all the things I did, it was finally feeling a diaper that makes my baby-boy have a little stiffy? Does Henry love being put in his diapers? I bet he does!" He felt her fingers slowly work around his penis, but he was disappointed when she didn't try anything else. He soon felt the front of the diaper being pulled across his crotch, encasing his semi-erect cock in its diapered confines once again. "Can my diaper-boy count how many tapes are on this diaper?" She gave a small smile as one diaper tape was pulled up and then over to the front. "One!" She spoke to Henry like trying to teach his numbers, but Henry was barely paying attention and watched and sucked on his pacifier. "Two!" Another tape pulled to the front. "Three!" She was enjoying this quite a bit, and it was pretty cute in its way to Henry. "And four!" And with that announcement, his new diaper was fully secured on his person. Henry could see baby murlocs, balloons, and toy-blocks adorning the front of his diaper. He felt it was appropriate for him, and Mommy agreed, "There we go, all nice and snug in your cute diapers!" He just continued to lie there and suck on his pacifier. He felt more relaxed at this moment than he had in five years. A part of him wondered if Mommy was using some magic or if he just missed being babied after so long? Before he could consider it a little more, he felt a pair of soft lips touch his stomach, and then air is blown on his belly. He was surprised to discover that he was quite ticklish and started to laugh as Mommy blew raspberries onto his stomach. After about a minute or two of this, Mommy finally relented from her assault upon Henry. "There we go!" She said with a small smile, "You have such a precious laugh, and while you looked so peaceful, I figured you could use a little excitement." She reached forward and grabbed his hands, pulling him off the changing table gently, "I learned that your baby side loves that quite a bit." There she goes again, mentioning as if Henry had some alter-ego. He figured that now he could pull out his pacifier and ask some questions, "Okay, I feel as if I need to ask some questions about everything that happened in, evidently, the last few days." He'd expect her to dismiss him or something, but instead, she nodded. "Very well, but might I first suggest getting something to eat?" Henry did feel quite hungry at the moment, "You were certainly carving food, right after your morning diaper change these last two days." That sentence brought him slightly back to considering his current attire, or lack thereof, and predicament. He felt his face get hot again. It seems that the calming spell was wearing off, and the post-pleasure haze was leaving him back in reality. Henry nodded and tried not to think about what just happened, even though he wanted to. "Right, let's have breakfast." The young human found that his Mommy's home wasn't anything special. It was a small cottage, likely somewhere in Eleywn Forest. What was confusing about all of this was that the cabin felt a little off. It was almost like he stood inside a building with no foundations or whatnot, but that didn't make any sense to him. Not that he voiced such concerns. Henry followed the white-haired Draenei, or instead, she held his hand and guided him. He waddled and crinkled all the way, without any clothes to cover his thick diaper. Being pantless wasn't exactly new to Henry. A few times back at the orphanage, when he was younger, the matrons used to let Henry walk around with just a shirt, shoes, and diaper showing. Everyone knew he wore diapers, and the matrons found that it was easier to check to see if he needed a change. So at this point, it wasn't the worst thing that could happen to him. But every time Mommy looked at him with a smile or giggled when his crinkling was quite noticeable, he felt his face get hot. It didn't help that her hand was so warm, and he felt safe when holding her hand. When they arrived at the kitchen, it was a small thing. A few gnomish appliances were around the kitchen, and Henry was surprised to see a high chair at the table. By the Light, how and why did she have this stuff here? He wanted to ask her that question, but she soon grabbed him by the armpits again and, of course, placed him in the high chair. "Is this truly necessary?" Henry tried not to whine, but his objections fell on deaf ears as she locked him in the chair. "Don't whine." She gently chided him as she walked over to one of the gnomish appliances. "Now then," She started speaking as she worked on something, "you wanted to know about your baby side." "Yes?" Henry was trying to get comfortable in the high chair. He was thankful his diaper provided some decent padding on his rear. "What did you mean by that?" "Just as it sounds." She pulled a lid off from the device and grabbed something from inside. "As soon as you were done making cummies in your diaper, " Henry winced at the terminology used, "You went still for a second and then opened your eyes." She gave a shy sigh, as if a mother remembering something fondly, "You looked up at me and called 'mama' in the sweetest voice possible." He then saw her grab a plate and start to pour whatever she pulled out from that contraption. She kept speaking, "After that, you became so infantile I almost forgot in some instances that you were still a young man." She gave a rather haughty giggle, the first he'd heard such a sound from her, "But sometimes it is hard to tell what the difference is between a young man and a baby boy." Henry felt a personal dig against his maturity as a male from that statement. "So, you didn't mind-control me or anything like that?" Henry slowly inquired as she shook her head and walked over to him with a plate. "My sweet baby boy, Mommy, would never do that to you." Henry picked up that she didn't deny that she could use mind control powers. "You just accepted what you were, so much so that Baby Henry came out to play for some time. He told me quite a bit about you." Henry could see there was a bunch of goop on the plate but tried to keep his focus on this development, "So I have some weird baby alter-ego?!" Before he could ask further, a spoon floated up from the plate with some goop and went into his open mouth. Henry tasted something akin to honey and bread. What the hell was this stuff? "Nothing so dramatic as that. I think your baby side just got in control for quite a bit." She grabbed the spoon in his mouth and pulled it back. "Honestly though, four years without anyone taking care of you? What were you thinking, Henry?!" She sounded so disappointed in him, and he felt terrible for making such a beautiful creature sad, even more so that it was his mommy. He couldn't answer as she kept feeding him, "No one to change your diapers, or bathe you, or feed you." She sounded quite frustrated but thankfully not at him. "What's wrong with this world. All anyone in power does now kills and fights over lands that don't matter." He felt that the frustration in her voice wasn't aimed at him. "No matter, though, you can stay with me. Mommy will take care of you now." She said with some finality, and that was when Henry spoke up finally. "Stop!" He generated enough power in his voice to surprise her. "Can we, can we please calm down." He quietly pleaded with her. "I don't...I don't think I can stay here." He said with some conviction, as a part of him was screaming at him to stop. However, what surprised the hell out of him was that he felt the more infantile side of him agreeing with his decision. "W-what?!" Mommy looked surprised and shocked. He wasn't expecting such a reaction, and again, he felt genuinely awful to do this to her. "But you don't have to leave! Henry, the world outside is dangerous, and you are just a baby!" The white-haired creature was pleading with him. He honestly thought she was going to try and stop him, but she looked like he was about to poof and leave her. He honestly didn't know why she was so attached to him after only a few days. "Believe me, I don't want to leave, but I have to go. I know the world is dangerous, but It's been my dream for as long as I could remember. I need to explore this world, go on adventures, and maybe even help make things better in the process." He looked a little embarrassed, but for different reasons, "I can't do that here. Maybe I am just a baby, but I'm one with a sense of adventure, and it just burns in my soul. I have to do this; otherwise, I'll regret it forever. I have to leave and get back on my quest!" He wasn't referring to just the mission to Sentinel Hill. He saw that Mommy looked distracted, scared, and even nervous for some reason. He had expected a lot of things to happen, but it almost felt like he had ruined something for her. Finally, though, she nodded at Henry. "I, I want to make you happy, Henry. And if that means letting you go, I guess...I guess I will concede to your request." She set the plate down on the small table and walked over to hug him. "I won't stop you from leaving. I'll get your gear, and I'll make something special for you, something that'll always make you think of me and help you with your journey." Henry's face was once again smothered by her bountiful tits, "Uhh, thanks." He could smell the linen still, and he idly felt the desire to nurse from them again. He was sure that he was selfish, leaving Mommy, but he couldn't ignore his passion. He allowed himself to embrace her to offer some comfort. She kept speaking as she hugged him, "Going to miss changing you, feeding you, playing with you, and bathing with you." He could feel the longing and sadness in her voice He blinked as he heard the bathing "with" you remark. His baby-side got to be naked with Mommy? Another part of him was bashing its head into a proverbial wall at the thought of leaving before getting to experience that chance. Henry decided that he might enjoy these tits once last time, and in the best way possible. "Before I go, can I umm, can I uhh." He let his hands feel her breasts up to signal his intent. He heard an amused chuckle and felt her nod. She pulled back and grabbed the front of her dress and allowed her plump tits to bounce out. She gave a small smile to him, "Never change, baby-boy." He didn't bother speaking as his mouth latched on to those beautiful tits. He spent a little time getting breastfed before he decided that he had enough. He was going to miss this milk, that was for sure. After that, Mommy allowed him out of the high chair and then told Henry that she would get his stuff. For the first time since meeting her, she left him alone now. The young human wondered if she spent the last two and a half days with him the entire time. He'd never seen anyone dedicated to her craft of caretaker; even the matrons had to take breaks sometimes. But he couldn't figure out why this had all happened. Why was she so invested in taking care of him, and more importantly, not wanting him to leave? Indeed she could've stopped him, but she didn't even attempt to bar him from leaving. Henry felt awkward being alone in this place. He didn't feel like an intruder, but more akin to an awkward guest in someone's home, to which he then upset his host. Henry was just happy that she didn't start to cry when Henry told her that her baby-boy wanted to leave; the poor boy might have backed down entirely then. Instead, she was understanding and even accepted his plea, although he imagined she thought it silly at best and crazy at worse. If this woman considered herself his Mommy, then he understood why there a fear for his safety out in this insane and deadly world. But she saw danger around the corner; Henry saw excitement and wonder. His future was uncertain, but that uncertainty filled him with courage all the same. As Henry waited, he returned to the nursery and spent some more time examining it. Like the cabin, this whole thing felt off, and he idly wondered what about this place was making him question everything. As Henry looked around, the baby-boy saw those same toys from earlier. He didn't have time to examine them, but upon further notice, they were quite detailed! Henry saw an Alliance Footsoldier, a Horde Grunt, an Elven Mage, and what looked to be a dragon of the Red Flight. He could even move their limbs and put weapons in their hands. When his Draenei caretaker returned about 30 minutes later, she found him playing with the toys, his diapered butt in the air as he rested on his elbows and knees. She smirked as he was so engrossed that he didn't hear her come up from behind and swiftly smacked his padded rear, which elicited a yelp of surprise from him and an amused bout of giggling. "Not funny!" Henry pouted as he got up. He did notice that she was carrying all his stuff, which itself was no small feat. Then again, Mommy was quite strong. "I disagree. What woman could resist spanking a diaper-boy?" She remarked as she started to put down all his items and also a curious-looking bag. His caretaker began to help him put on his clothes, which was another embarrassing affair altogether. She mentioned that if she had a little more time, she would have had a lot more age-appropriate clothes for him. He had a good idea of what that entailed but tried not to think about it. As she pulled his leather pants up, they felt quite snug around his diaper. He caught a glimpse of himself in the vanity mirror; he looked the part of a young adventurer until one saw a woman trying to force a pair of pants over his diapers. It was also when he noticed that there was, somehow, a pacifier clip attached to the front of his leather jerkin. Finally, Mommy finished with her labor, and Henry glimpsed at what little vestige of maturity he had left that was covering his diapered state. At least having his sword on hand made him feel a little bigger. Granted, he had a noticeable bulge around his crotch and butt. He was morbidly curious what his pants would look like once he started filling up his diapers. The Draenei woman finished with her work, gave a sad sigh as she looked at him. "The last couple of days, it's just been you in diapers. Now you are back to wearing this armor. It doesn't suit you, Henry." He frowned at the criticism, but he didn't argue the point. He felt confident again, and with that confidence, also felt the need to get back on track with his journey. Seeing the look on his face, she went to grab his hand, but she hesitated and gestured for him to follow. He felt some disappointment over not having the chance to touch her hand one last time. As they walked towards the cabin's entrance, they both stepped outside into a fresh, early morning breeze. It was good to be out again, even though it felt like only a few hours ago and not days since he was last outside. He turned towards his caretaker, his Mommy, over the previous few days. "I uh, I suppose this is good-bye." He started saying before he heard some sniffling and saw a few tears cascade down her cheeks. Light, he didn't want to believe that she was going to cry at this point. Again he wondered, why was she so concerned with him? Why did she seem so intent on keeping him here? Hell, he didn't even know her name! "I'm sorry!" She sniffed and daintily brushed away her tears, "I didn't think this would happen. I thought I did everything right by you." He was surprised to see her like this, and if this was some last-minute ploy to get him to stay, he had to admit it was quite convincing. But as he tried to think up the words to say, she brought up the strange bag she was carrying and held it out to Henry. "Please take this. I told you it would help you, and I promise it will do just that." He took the bag and found it made of sturdy, lightweight material. He could also hear things were already inside of it. "Keep the bag close to you, Henry." She advised the young adventurer, and she looked quite serious when speaking that. "If you ever feel alone or afraid, just think of me." He wanted to ask what she meant by that, but she once again caught him off guard with another hug. This time though, he didn't feel like ogling her breasts; he just hugged her back. So many questions ran through his mind, and he figured this might be one of the few times he could ask her something, to get perhaps a nugget of truth out of why she was here, why this had been so convenient from the start, and why she was interested in keeping him here. But as he pulled back and looked at her again, seeing her rather distraught and tragically sad face, he mustered up all the love and passion he had towards this strange woman, this Draenei who called herself his mommy and asked, "Can I get a kiss goodbye, mama?" He was rewarded with a shocked look on her face before it turned into a bittersweet smile. She leaned forward and kissed him on his forehead. In that brief moment, he felt as if there was a small blessing from the Light that graced his very being, and he felt confidence flow through him. It also caused him to start wetting his diaper, but he thought it just added to the moment. He gave her a confident smile, "I'll come back someday. I promise you; I'll come back and see you again." He didn't know if he could keep it, but he was going to damn well try to return here one day. She gave a small smile and nodded at him, though he felt like it was the action of a mother that knew such a thing would never come to pass. "I'd like that a lot. Just don't lose sight of what's in front of you, Henry." The young and invigorated padded adventurer nodded, "I won't. Just don't worry about me, okay. I'll be fine." His declaration didn't bring her any comfort as she shook her head, "A mother always worries about someone she loves." That final statement almost caused Henry to choke up; she loved him? However, seemingly a constant around Mommy, she stopped him from asking any more questions. She grabbed his pacifier and plopped it in his mouth with a small smile, "Okay, enough, talking, Henry. You have a job to do." She turned him around and gave him another hard spanking on his rear; he didn't feel anything but the act shocked him into moving. "Make sure to not stay in messy diapers for too long; ask someone nice for a diaper change!" She called out to him, and he felt his face get hot, "Don't forget you can make cummies in them too if you get backed up! And don't stare at other women's breasts so much; it's rude!" Henry felt himself move a little faster than he expected to get away from the rather humiliating exchange of advice. He never did turn around to see Mommy, and the cabin starts to glow a combination of green and gold. Nor did he hear the last words of her uttering, "Stay safe, baby-boy." It took him ten minutes to find the Elwynn Road again. Henry had made sure to find some landmark for the path he received from the cabin to the road but was getting caught frustrated when he saw nothing to indicate where the way even began. Another mystery about this strange but incredible encounter none less. In the end, he continued on his journey to Westfall. It was another two hours before he noticed how pronounced his waddle and how cold his diaper was now. As he reached into his backpack for his changing supplies, he discovered he had none. "Oh, no, no, no!" He was panicking slightly; how the hell was he going to change into a new diaper. That was when he felt the new bag around hanging from his back. He figured that Mommy would give him a couple of extra diapers. As he got a closer look at the bag, he found that it had many pouches and places to hold things in it. As he opened the bag up, he saw rows of thick, babyish diapers. There was a note on top of them; "Don't forget about Baby-Henry; he needs some love as well." The diapers were undoubtedly appealing, but as he opened up more and more of the pouches, he was greeting a host of baby paraphilia; powder, washcloths, baby bottles, jars of some food, pacifiers, bibs, a pair of rattles, and a blue changing mat. How exactly all this wasn't weighing him down or even all fit in here was a mystery, but all Henry could think of was that her parting gift was an actual diaper bag. Rather than clothes, gold, magic items, or weapons, she had given him a nursery worth of baby goods and plenty of diapers to spare. He sighed behind his pacifier, which he now realized he was still suckling on, and quickly grabbed some changing supplies. Henry had a long way to go before he'd even hit the outskirts of Westfall, and he figured he might as well get a fresh diaper on. His encounter along Elwynn Road was undoubtedly an exciting start to his travels. A part of him hoped that whatever happened was a one-off, while another part of him sincerely hoped there would be a repeat. He had no idea what lay ahead of him. --- So there is a lot more, but for now I hope people enjoy it.

The year is 2031 in the cold cold lands of Hokkaido Japan. Its been 7 years since World War IV ended and with technology constantly advancing, whether due to life conveniences or due to fear of more war, that leaves many people with many new ways to make a living. Down in the back alleys of Sapporo's undercity. A young 18 year old by the name of Wakai Tsukiõji is in his little "office" working on black market cybernetics for those who either can't afford mainline cybernetics or want some illegal grade stuff put on for a high price. His golden brown skin covered in sweat showing his body isn't entirely cybernetic and his long black hair currently in a pony tail. He does have cybernetic arms which help him with precision during his work and his cybernetic brain has a special implant for....personal use. As he works he tries to keep his mind off of the saggy diaper drooping bellow his skirt and that would match his lab coat if it wasrt so yellow. He is trying to get this job done so he can get home and relax in a certain someone's arms.

To be clear, these are not original characters. I don't know how many of you even know what this series is or what it's really about but it's Animorphs fanfiction. Of what is likely, honestly, my one true pairing. I love them. If you don't know what it's about, it's a kids book series about a secret alien war fought by a small group of young children. Also known as those weird books with the awful covers. Whether you know them or not, I hope you enjoy. - "Tobias." For some reason, the first thing I thought Rachel was going to say was happy birthday. Which would've been weird since my birthday was two weeks ago. I am officially an adult, or, according to Marco, no longer jailbait. I didn't think I ever was with Rachel, she's only a year older than me. What she actually said was a lot worse than happy birthday. "It happened again, Tobias. You need to wake up." Rachel said, urgent now as she shoved me. That got me up quick. Being utterly mortified, no, devastated, would do that. Today made a solid week that we woke up with wet sheets. Because of me. "I'm sorry." I croaked, trying hard not to cry this time. I'd been so embarrassed and confused the first time that it happened to do anything but bawl like a child. It was awful, I knew there were things about being human that would be different now after living for over three years as a hawk but I had no idea I'd have to deal with bedwetting along with not being able to fly. It would have made the decision to be a human nothlit, someone unable to morph, even harder, probably a deal breaker. It had been hard enough as it was, even though I struggled for over two years with that question ever since I got my morphing powers back. "It's ok. Go take a shower, I'll deal with the sheets." Rachel said, gentle like she rarely ever was. It almost made it worse. "Don't worry, I'll just blame it on Dude if anyone finds out." Those were the only good things about the situation. That I hadn't been caught yet, that I had my cat, and that Rachel was being so ok about it. I'd expected her to blow up, to kick me out even after five mornings of it, but she hadn't. Rachel was gentle, careful even, every time it happened. I was surprised to say the least. It was nice enough of her, and her mom, to let me stay with them indefinitely. Rachel hadn't even let me finish the question of where I would go, she hated my relatives more than I did. So it was surprising that, being so nice already, that she hadn't blown up the first time she woke up in a urine covered bed. I think Cassie helped. I wasn't sure if Rachel told her or not but it felt like she did. Cassie pulled me aside the other day to ask if anything weird had been going on lately, she told me I seemed off lately. I got the feeling she was asking about...it. Rachel's shower was nice to, the water was always hot at least. It was never hot enough at my aunt's and my uncle's would run out of hot water all the time. The fact I had to take a shower every day for a week because I woke up covered in my own urine put a damper on my enjoyment of even being able to take a shower of any kind. "I'm sorry." I said again once I got out and got dressed. Rachel was more than happy to have to go clothes shopping for me. No Tommy Hilfiger this time, mostly my clothes just came from the GAP. I still didn't care about clothes like she did but it had been kind of fun. I had clothes that fit, that I got to pick out, and they were all new. "It's fine, Tobias. I know it's not your fault. We'll figure it out." Rachel said, scratching Dude behind the ears. "I'm gonna open the window, buddy. Don't rip my screen, ok?" Obviously, he didn't answer. Since he's a cat. I wish I could figure out why it was happening soon. It was so gross and so embarrassing that I was starting to be afraid to go to sleep. I hated that I had to deal with it but it was even worse that Rachel had to deal with it to. "In, uh, in the mean time..." I said, sure my face was as red as a fire truck. "I could use a sleeping bag. Or something. So at least you don't have to deal with it." I said. That seemed like a good idea. "What are you, stupid?" She asked. There was the regular Rachel attitude. "No? Why is that a bad idea? You shouldn't have to deal with this to." "I told you already. We're dating now and that means we're sticking together. We'll figure it out." "Are you-" "Look, Tobias, it's not like I enjoy it anymore than you do. But I'm not gonna have you sleep on the floor just because you're we-. Because of you issues." She backpedaled. If I wasn't red before, I sure was now. "Ok. But who knows when it's gonna go away?" "Exactly. So I've been thinking." Now it was Rachel's turn to turn red. What could she be embarrassed about? "Look, I'm not making fun of you." She paused and took a deep breath. "You know what? Screw it. I'm just gonna come out and say it. Jordan used to wet the bed for a while not too long ago and we still have pull ups somewhere and you should wear them to bed and I know you're not a baby and I'm not babying you and they're not diapers." "I don't think-" "It's the only way I'm not gonna wake up soaked either until this is over, Tobias. I know we already talked about this but you've passed out twice from dehydration in the couple of months since you've been back to human. Cutting down on liquids is the first thing you're supposed to do to try and stop bed wetting and it's not even a good idea in your case. So it's my only idea without telling someone else." I didn't think my face could get more red. I wanted to refuse, it was almost as embarrassing as actually wetting the bed. "Just because you can pull them up doesn't mean they aren't still diapers. That's a bit extreme, don't you think?" "No. It's super common. Listen, we already went through all this with Jordan. A ton of people have bladder issues, that's why they make diapers big enough for adults. Really, truly, the only other thing I can think of is that it's because you were a hawk for so long that your body forgot how to hold it. I know there's some kinda exercises you can do to help. But that takes time and neither of us want to wake up in a wet bed. So, again, it's the only quick fix I can think of." Rachel said. "Ok." I sighed. "Ok?" She asked. "Yea. I don't like it but we've made worse decisions together. It can't be any more embarrassing than everything's already been." "I'll grab them before tonight then. Do you want to go downstairs to get breakfast now?" She asked. I looked out the window on instinct. Then I remembered. No more mice for Tobias. Which wasn't so bad, not having to sit for hours waiting to kill something. To rip it open with your beak and tear into hot, bloody, meat. I wrenched my eyes away from the window before I could look up at the sky and be even more miserable. I felt like I was an amputee without my wings. "I'm gonna make pancakes." Rachel threatened. "No! No, that's ok." I said, brought back to reality by that horrible idea. Rachel can do a lot of things but she can absolutely not cook. "That's what I thought. C'mon, I'll drive us to the bakery for some raspberry turnovers." She offered. "With the seeds?" I asked. Rachel smiled and for a second, I forgot everything bad. "Of course." I couldn't help but smirk. "You shut your mouth, if you even think about it-" "Corn trees." I smiled. "Corn trees." "Shut up!" She laughed. "You jerk. I was delirious with hunger and the fact that you CUT ME OPEN." "Like a ham, I remember." I couldn't help but laugh along with her. Being an Animorph sure could be strange. "Let's just go, you dork."

My first commissioned story and it's

Amy and the strange nursery Amy watch as the Doctor run around the tardis console pushing buttons or just slamming things, her husband Rory was throwing darts. She was bored! Amy went up to the doctor as he was tiring wires together. 'Doctor where are we going?' The Doctor gave her a smile 'don't know, been playing with the randomiser, we could be anywhere in time and space isn't that fun?' Amy groaned, she decided to play darts when the tardis landed. 'Ok where are we now?' Said Rory walking up The doctor notices some strange readings but Amy just walked out the door, 'Amy wait!' Screamed the doctor but the door slammed behind Amy and the tardis started teleporting. Amy tried to get back in but it disappeared. 'Oh great' said Amy as she started getting cold, 'why do I have to wear a skirt today?' She walked around when she notice a building, she quickly walk towards it and open the door. 'Oh it's so warm' she said as she shut the door, she found a switch which she pressed to light up the room. She found herself in some sort of giant nursery, there were cribs, toys, change tables even adult nappies. Amy saw some pictures on the walls of pictures drawn by babies. Amy chuckled, 'what sort of place is this?' She then went to the change table, it looked big enough to lay on it, probably have my nappy changed..... Amy stop, what was she thinking, she's too old for nappies and she can go to the bathroom just fine. She decided to wait here until the Doctor could get her. She sat on the table waving her legs, she notice a button next to her, Amy know not to press it but she was too curious, beside it won't hurt anyone. Amy pressed the button and the table started to rubble. Amy tried to hop off but two metal arms grab her and pin her down on the table, Amy screamed as more arms started to pull her skirt. "Change time for the baby" it said as Amy saw it took off her skirt. The metal fingers went to the sides as it took her panties off, 'stop it' said Amy but it grab baby powder and powdered her privates, Amy watch as it pulled out a adult diaper, Amy gulp in fear but strangly she was looking forward to this. The arms lift her legs as it slid the nappy under her. As soon as it was taped and fitted snugly around her the arms went away and Amy sat up to look at her nappy. Amy couldn't help but giggle as she poked the plastic. She got off the table and stand wobbly as the nappy were spreading her legs apart. 'Great, I'm diapered and bored' she said, but she notice the toys, it wouldn't hurt to play at least for an hour right? She waddle to the toys, sat on her diaper ass and started playing. She made noises as she played with the stuff toys, she took her jacket off, leaving her in her pink shirt as she crawled towards the blocks, Amy build a tower, getting it as high as she could, when a robot walked in the room. Amy yelped as the robot pick her up, "time for num nuns" it said as it carried Amy towards a adult high chair. It put Amy in, tied a bib around her neck as the robot started feeding her baby food. Amy ate as the food mush around her mouth, 'oh this is soooo good' she moan as the robot continued to feed her. Amy ate and made a mess on her bib and shirt as she greedily gulp the food down. Once he robot was done it took the bib and Amy's shirt off, it then took her bra off, leaving Amy sitting topless on the high chair. The robot took Amy off and place it cold hand down Amy's nappy. "Time for a nappy change" it said as it carried Amy to the table. Amy couldn't help but smiled, she can't denies that she's been looking forward to this. As the robot took her nappy off, it powdered Amy and try to put a clean one on but Amy just waved her legs, laughing as the robot tried to put the nappy on her. The metal arms came back as it held her legs down and the robot taped up the nappy. 'Awww you got me' said Amy, the robot thenulled out a pacifier and put it in her mouth. Amy suckled as the paci is making her tired. The robot carried her to the crib and place her in. Amy slept as the robot left. Amy suck her thumb as her diaper began to expand, a horrible smell arose as Amy mess her nappy. Once Amy woke up, she feels the back of her nappy as the poop mush against her ass. 'Strange I didn't need to go! She said as she got on her knees, her head above the rails. 'Hello! I need a nappy change!' Arms from the table started to extend as it pick Amy up, it laid Amy on the table and started changing her messy diaper. Amy started blowing spit bubbles out of boredom as the machine wiped her ass. Amy watch as the arms put her messy nappy in the bin and powdered her privates. It then taped a new clean nappy around her waist as it put Amy on the floor. Amy looked around the nursery, sure she like being pampered this way but she needs to find Rory and the Doctor, she got up and waddle towards to door, she tried to open it but it wouldn't budge. 'Childlock?' Said Amy 'ok it's been fun but I really need to leave' she shook the door, she bang on the door until the robot came back. It lifted Amy up by the armpits and held her, "warning, baby should not bang on the door" it said 'Buzz off tin can, I am not a baby!' Amy tried to get off but the robot won't let go, Amy started hitting it but hurt her hand. "Baby is being nitty, baby must be punished" it said as it went to a chair, it sat down as it laid Amy on its lap. Amy felt scared as she felt her nappy ripped off, leaving her naked as the day she was born. Amy struggled until the robot started smacking her ass. 'Owwwww!' Moan Amy as the metal spankings continued, 'please stop! I'm not a baby! I'm a grown women!' The robot continued, Amy started to cry like a baby as she thrashed around, shaking her arms and legs as the robot continued to smack her sore ass. When the spanking stop the robot lift Amy up, Amy still crying like a baby, started to suck her thumb as the robot carried her to the table as it placed a new nappy on her. Amy sobbed as the robot bridal carry her and started rocking her. Then the robot pulled out a bottle of milk, Amy tried to fight but the bottle was force into her mouth. Amy started drinking the milk. Amy drank until the bottle was empty, the robot put her over its shoulder and pat her back, making Amy let out a big burp, milk dribble down her mouth. Thrombotic wiped her mouth and place her on the ground, then it went through a door and disappeared. Amy started pulling at the nappy, but she can't take it off. 'Where are you doctor?' She said as she gave up and sit cross leg on the ground. Amy got up and walk to the robot door, she try to find a switch or something but it won't open. Amy then got an idea. She pulled out her messy nappy out of the bin and gagged as she went to the door. 'Did I really made this much of a mess?' Said Amy as she threw the nappy away, causing the robot to come out to clean it, leaving Amy to quickly go through the door. She ran but she fell, so instead she started drawing as fast as she could. She crawl into a room where she saw cameras of her in the nursery, 'Woah this is creepy' she said but the robot found her. Amy tried to run but the robot grab her, "baby will be punished now" 'No please' screamed Amy as she struggled until the robot deactivated. Amy started as the doctor and Rory came running in. 'Amy thank goodness, I see you found the vexones nursery, shouldn't go in there by the way' said the doctor as she notice Amy's nudity and cover his eyes. 'Amy are you all right?' Asked Rory 'Do I look all right?' Said Amy pointing at the nappy 'I've been treated like a baby for hours!' 'Yeah the vexones is the galaxy's nursery pros, they make a nursery for anyone' said the doctor, when Rory gave Amy his jacket to cover her breast the doctor removed his hand 'ok long story, the tar dis was forcefully being taken with us in it. We escaped, defeat the vexones and save you, now let's go before this planet blows up' the doctor started running with the ponds behind him to the tardis. As they escape and the planet exploded the doctor decide to take them to Vegas, Amy went to her room to change. As she put her bra and shirt on and about to remove the nappy, she remembers how good it feels around her waist, she pulled her pants over the nappy, deciding that she could wear for a few more hours. The end

Chapter 1 Princess Leia Organa, leader of the rebel alliance has discovered a Empire drone crash landed on a planet call Kaylak, she pack everything she needs, after all she is doing this alone. As she got into her ship she saw a droid at the pilot seat. It looked female as it got up to help Leia with the weapons and equipment. 'Thanks err' said Leia as she dust some dirt off her white jumpsuit 'ND-23' said the Droid 'or Nell as some call me' Leia just brush past it as she reach the pilot seat, 'Well stay out of my way ok?' She said as she start the ship up 'Sure princess, shall we take the a nala system?' It asked 'No it takes too long, we're going through the Bala belt' said Leia as she drove the ship off nabob into hyperspace, The droid then sounded worried 'but ain't that a dangerous system? It is known to have some effects on humans' Leia laughed 'yeah I heard, it's just a fairy tale' she pilot the ship with great ease 'besides its important we get soon before the empire notice it' 'If you say so' said Nell 'shall I make some refreshments?' 'Sure, I could go for some coffee' 'Very well princess' it got up and went to the kitchen, nell push some buttons and activate the coffee machine when there was a rumble, it look outside as the space was covered with lights from other planets. 'Well isn't this beautiful' it said as it continue making the coffee. Nell came back to the cockpit as Leia set it to autopilot. She then turn to Nell 'see, 5 minutes in and I'm doing fine' Leia got up and drank her coffee 'now I'll just have a shower, make sure we don't get attacked' she put her coffee down and head to the bathroom. Nell just sat in the co pilots seat and watch the stars. Leia a took her jumpsuit off, then strip herself naked and got in the shower. Stupid robot being paranoid, she thought, maybe I prefer to have C3-PO with me, and maybe Luke or Han, she smiled as she wash herself. Once she's done she turn the water off, put white panties and bra on and wore her long white dress. She walk out when she saw herself in the mirror. Her long brown hair done up in buns and her same white dress that she wore when she was captured by Darth Vader, Leia felt a little weird as she went to her room to sleep. She got in and lay on the bed and soon fast asleep. Nell was watching funny vids through her eyes as she check the security cameras. There's Leia laying on her bed sound asleep, Nell decide to go to sleep mode for bit as it shut itself down. Leia woke with a yawn as she rub her eyes, she got up as she went to brush her hair but stop. She looked at herself in the mirror, her dress was gone but replace with a school girl outfit, her skirt barely covers her thighs as she sees her panties sticking out, her hair in a ponytail. 'Wha... Why am I in my old school uniform?' Said Leia as she took it off 'I haven't worn this since I was 15!' Now in her underwear she went to the closet. Lei a jaw drop as it was full of her old teenager clothes, 'That droid did this! It must have!' She put on jeans and a shirt as she angrily went to the cockpit. The droid was offline so Leia switched her on. 'Oh princess! Enjoyed your nap?' It asked 'Where is my clothes you tin can?' Asked leia in a stern voice 'Pardon?' 'My adult clothes! What you think I've been acting like a brat?' Yelled Leia 'Princess I don't know what you're talking about' 'Give me back my clothes now or I will shut you down!' 'Sorry princess, but I haven't' zzzzzk Nell went offline as Leia shut her down 'Ok, guess I have to look into your files then' she pick the droid and take it to her bedroom. She place the droid on the ground and attached wire from it to the computer. Leis started downloading files but it will take hours. 'Great just my luck' she waited in her chair as she started to fall asleep. Leia awoke up tired as she found the download has completed, but then she notice her clothes. She jump up and went to the mirror, now she was wearing a yellow sundress and her hair done in pig tails. She lift her dress up as she felt cotton around her waist and screamed as her panties are cotton and has cartoon cats around it, her bra has disappear leaving her breast hanging out under the dress. Leia couldn't belive it, she looks like a ten year old girl that, in fact she was wearing the exact same clothes when she was 10. Leia look at Nell still offine, there was no way it was the droid, so what's happening to her? She look in her closet for adult clothes but is was filled with only 10 year old clothes. Leia turn Nell back on, Nell looked at Leia 'aww you look cute in that' 'Do you know what's happening to me?' Asked Leia Nell nodded, 'we'll there was a rumor about the Bala belt, as it said whoever passes it will mentally regress until they are drooling and shitting themselves' Leia sat on her bed, 'you mean soon I'll become a baby?' 'Physically you will still be a grown women but mentally you will become a baby' said Nell Leia hug herself, she could imagine herself wearing nothing but a diaper while this droid feeds her and change her, she won't stop the empire and galaxy will be doomed. If she doesn't find a cure, she will become an adult baby. 'Ok We need to find a cure' Leia sat at her computer and started searching but she doesn't know how to spell regression, Nell watch as Leia try to think, but she decide Nell should find a cure. 'Ok tin can you go find me a cure' said Leia as she stood up 'But Princess I thought you were gonna find one' 'Why bother while I have a handy droid to do it for me' said Leia with a grin 'now get to work otherwise you will go into the scrap pile' Leia left her room to go to the cockpit. Nell sighned and search the cure in the head. Leia sat in the pilot chair and saw that they have arrived at the planet. 'Ok time to find that drone' she landed and walk out to the location of the drone, struggling to keep her dress over her thighs. She got rid of her pigtails as she let her brown hair fall around her shoulders as she left the ship.

hey all, been dealing with a bit of a writer's block thinking of ideas for a 101 Dalmatians diaper story. I want it to involve at least one of the pups involved in a situation involving said pup being diapered.

Chapter 1: Baby Kairi Namine sat on her bed in her house, she look at photos of Kairi with her friends and Namine just sat there imagining Kairi in a huge diaper, Namine grab her notebook out and started to draw. She drew Kairi in a huge pink diaper, Namine smiled, then heard a knock on the door. Kairi was at the door 'Namine come on, we have to go shopping' Namine walk down and open the door, kairi stood there in her Kh2 clothes and smiling. 'Ok give me a second' said Namine as kairi walk inside, Namine then notice something pink under Kairi's dress. 'Uh Kairi what's that?' Asked Namine Kairi blushed and pull up her dress to reveal her big thick pink diaper 'I don't know, while on my way I notice my panties were getting thicker until this happens, please don't tell anyone I'm wearing a diaper, I don't went Sora to see me' said Kairi as she try to pull her dress over her diaper but its still showing, Namine smiled, but she said 'do't worry, you can wear my panties' Namine walk back to her room while Kairi is still covering her diaper. Namine found her notebook and started to draw, she drew Kairi as a big baby and need Namine to look after her. Meanwhile Kairi was sitting on the couch when she started to suck her thumb, she felt a draft and look down to find her clothes have disappeared, leaving her boobs out and she is still wearing that pink diaper. Kairi screamed and got up and cover her breast, 'what's happening to me?' She fell on her diapered ass and started to cry, 'Namine! Namine!' She yelled but Namine wasn't listening so kairi crawled to the stairs but find the stairs so high, so she sat on her ass and started to cry. Namine walk back to find Kairi naked except in her diaper and crying. 'Aww my poor baby' said Namine picking Kairi up, then check her diaper 'looks like someone need a diapee change!' Then she carried Kairi to her bed, she drew some diapers and powder and began to change Kairi, Kairi just laid there glad That Mummy is here to change her. Once Namine was done she pick Kairi up and carried her to the living room. She put Kairi in a pram and strap her in. 'Now we're going shopping so mummy can but baby stuff for Baby Kairi' said Namine as she push Kairi out the door while Kairi suck her thumb giggling. At the shops, Namine has bought lots of adult baby stuff for Kairi and when they got home, Namine got a phone call. 'Hello?' Said Namine 'Hey Namine do you know where Kairi is?' Said Sora on the phone. Namine look at Kairi trying to eat her rattle and messing her diaper 'Kairi went on vacation, when she gets back she'll call you' said Namine with a grin 'Oh ok, when will she be back?' 'I don't know she didn't say' 'Ok, thanks Namine' sora hung up, then Namine went to Kairi 'Its time for baby's diaper change' Kairi starting to giggled at her messy diaper as Namine carried her to the bed.