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  1. Dan was 16. His mom had remarried and had triplets. She was heading out for the day, leaving Dan in charge. She wanted him to prove he was responsible enough. He hadn't had a good week at school and now was his chance to make up for it. His younger siblings were almost 3 and attempting to potty train. No such luck though. Dan would have to change a lot of diapers. Something he'd not got much experience with. It's Saturday morning. 8am and Dan was woken by his mom.
  2. Favorite part of messing

    The overall experience of messing is enjoyable, but if I had to say, my favorite part is the crinkly sound the diaper makes when you are filling it up. What is your favorite part of messing? Is it the sound, the feeling, the aftermath, or just the knowledge?
  3. A good pull up

    I have ultra super thick plastic backed gallon drinking diapers, I have midway diapers like abena L4s, and northshore supreme. What im missing is something I can throw on quickly and rely on like a medium duty diaper. Anyone here a pull up conisour that can help me make a decision?
  4. (Sorry if this is a bit gross to some lol). But how do you feel about messing? Is it enjoyable? I personally like the feeling of messing more than wetting, it's just a more comfy feel to me. I love the squishy, warm, and messy feel it has. It literally feels like having a banana in the back of your diaper xD. The only problem is the clean up, it can be frustrating sometimes.
  5. Poop position in diaper

    I especially love the poops in diaper that are dark and firm. Oh sure, it does not happen all the time, but when it happens, it is simply great! Heaven is when there is a long and firm one. You see what I mean? When it doesn't crash against the bottom of the diaper, when it doesn't end up in a ball.I love it when it is long and wide, like a long cigar. How do reproduce it, do you know? I feel that it is easier with diapers that are not too thick, don't you think so? Because in the thick diapers, there is a kind of retreat that points to the rear and is the privileged place where the butter comes poop. While in thinner layers, there is a natural inclination which "guide" production. Looking forward to reading your opinions on the subject!
  6. bad toddler needs a strict mommy

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

    Someone recently posted a topic about sleeping in nappies and I didn't want to derail that thread even though this is a similar topic: does anyone mess while asleep? If so is it deliberate or have you trained yourself to be incontinent? I've tried a few times by going to sleep needing to poo but never am able to. Although when I wake up I usually go voluntarily I tried taking fish oil years ago (or something similar) and it was disgusting and left me with the runs. The idea is very erotic to me but seems impossible without becoming semi incontinent which I don't want to do.
  10. NEW WORLD: Semester Two

    Hi Everyone, I know that some folks from DD read my Ebooks. I recently wrote a sequel to "The New World". (I'm planning for it to be the second part of a trilogy) If you have any interest in the Ebook, you can follow the link below. Chapter one is also posted below in case anyone wants to check it out! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B073JHQR8F I. Back to School January 22, 2055 It was Monday, the first day of the new semester. Mike was pleased with himself for getting to class early as he set his backpack on the floor beside his desk, taking a seat. As the other students filed into the room, Mike sat at his desk watching intently for any male students that might enter the lecture hall. None showed up. It wasn’t exactly surprising considering that most students at the university were girls. An attractive looking blonde girl wrinkled her nose and sneered at him as she walked past, taking a seat on the other side of the room. Feeling a stream of warm pee flowing into his disposable diaper, Mike sighed. While none of his female classmates ever said it, Mike often got the feeling that they saw him as a nuisance. In high school, most of the girls he knew seemed to accept or at least tolerate him and he had plenty of male friends. It was no secret though that college girls saw their male classmates as ignorant, immature, and disgusting. Perhaps there was some truth to the latter part. Mike hated wearing diapers and considering the fact that some less discreet guys messed themselves while in class on occasion, he could see why a girl might not want to sit next to them. But considering that his own diaper was still (mostly) dry and clean, that blonde girl’s look of disgust was entirely unwarranted. The professor, a middle aged woman, introduced herself and Mike did his best to listen to what she had to say. A small screen on his desk lit up and the text of the class syllabus appeared. Mike tried to act as though he was paying attention but after a long winter break, he had trouble focusing on anything academic. It wasn’t as if it was any ordinary winter break either. It had been nothing short of incredible. Trying to forget the dirty look that his female classmate had given him, he thought of his girlfriend Emily. Maybe Emily didn’t treat him as an equal but she obviously cared about him as a person. It was still hard for Mike to believe that he had a girlfriend, let alone that she had taken his virginity. While he’d never seen pegging as ‘real’ sex, his experience with Emily had caused him to question that… actually, it had caused him to question a lot of things. The anal sex had been painful without a doubt but the pain had been rewarded with intense pleasure at the end. He had been sore for days afterwards though and even seemed to walk a little differently. Mike still dreamed of one day having vaginal intercourse with Emily but getting pegged was undeniably enjoyable. He wasn’t going to ask her to peg him again but if it happened at some point in the future, he certainly wouldn’t object to it. If nothing else, Emily pegging him again would relieve some of the pent up arousal and sexual tension he was feeling. As his mind wandered, Mike found himself getting hard in his diaper; his erect little nub pressing up against the sodden padding that confined it. With a frown, he squirmed in his seat, his diaper crinkling underneath him. Slowly running his hand over his padded crotch, he tried to resist his sexual urges. He quickly took his hand out of his lap, placing it on the desk. He’d heard a story last semester about a sophomore boy that had been expelled because the professor had caught him rubbing the front of his diaper while in class. Mike’s mind wandered back to the previous semester when he had successfully masturbated in his diaper after lights-out in the dorms. The fact that boys sometimes had ‘nocturnal emissions’ or wet dreams gave him some plausible deniability when his diaper got changed the following morning. Even so, the possibility of getting caught gave Mike some anxiety. Masturbation wasn’t allowed under any circumstances. Emily was planning to pick him up on Wednesday night to take him out for dinner. Surely he could last two days without touching himself. He knew how lucky he was to have a girlfriend. The single boys in the freshmen dorms couldn’t go anywhere on weeknights unless one of their family members signed them out. And they certainly didn’t have anyone to pleasure them sexually! Back in the dorms, Mike found some solace in the fact that his friend Drew would be his new roommate. The skinny kid’s hair was wavy and untamed as usual, much like Drew himself. “What’s up, man?” Drew smiled, high fiving Mike as he walked into the dorm room. “Not much, how was your break?” Mike asked. “It was okay. My mom was kind of a bitch to me but what else is new? How was your break?” Drew asked. “It was uh… good.” Mike wondered if he should tell Drew that Emily had pegged him. Part of him was still embarrassed about the whole experience and he had never dreamed that getting fucked in the ass would be something to boast about. Even so, Drew was his closest friend in college… and the kid often seemed sex obsessed. Mike wanted to talk to someone about the experience. “Emily totally invited me to uh, meet her folks and went up to a lodge in the mountains.” Mike said hesitantly. “Really? Did her parents pay for that?” Drew asked. “Yeah.” “Nice! Be careful though, bro. Next thing you know, she’ll want to marry you. You want to be under some bitch’s thumb for the rest of your life?” “No! Anyway, who said anything about marriage?” Mike groaned. “Well, meeting the parents is how shit like this usually starts. She is your girlfriend, right?” “Yeah, I guess so.” Mike suddenly felt very conflicted. He loved Emily and she was an amazing person but Drew was right to say that marrying her would mean giving up on his dream of ‘freedom’ and living on his own. For years, Mike dreamed of what it would be like to have his own job and his own apartment, living his own life without any girls bossing him around. He would wear underwear too or at least some kind of pull-ups. He would use the toilet and the days of him relieving himself in his diaper would be nothing but a memory. Of course, all this was just a fantasy but he was convinced that hard work could make it all a reality. While he couldn’t be sure what his future with Emily would hold, he knew full well that she would never allow him to wear normal underwear. Both of her brothers were in diapers 24/7 and she was convinced that was what was best for them. The few times Mike had mentioned his desire to get out of diapers, Emily rolled her eyes and shook her head. It was if she thought the idea itself was too silly for her to take seriously. Mike’s mixed feelings about Emily gave him an uneasy feeling in his stomach but the feeling wasn’t entirely due to his emotions. Ever since his last class, Mike had been holding in an impending bowel movement until he could find some privacy. In truth, as much as he liked hanging out with Drew, he had hoped that Drew wouldn’t be in the room when he walked in. Mike wanted some privacy while he messed his diaper. Not only that but the fact that boys weren’t allowed to masturbate meant that pooping in his diaper might be the most pleasurable thing that he did that night. A moment in private might allow Mike to savor the cathartic experience. “Anyway, did you at least get to fuck Emily when you guys went to that lodge?” Drew asked. “Well… not exactly.” Mike said, staring at the floor. “Dude! You’re blushing. I know that look. You got pegged.” Drew said with a mischievous grin. “No, I didn’t.” Mike said. “Oh yes did! It’s nothing to be ashamed of. That chick Lauren pegged me last semester. She jerked me off while she did it. It was awesome. As far as I’m concerned, if a chick makes you cum, that’s a victory.” Mike shrugged. “Tell me the truth. She fucked you, didn’t she?” Drew said. “Yeah.” Mike nodded. “Awesome. You’re no longer a virgin now!” Mike offered a shy smile. It was strange to think that getting fucked in the ass was some kind of great accomplishment but he had to admit that it had been a sort of ‘right of passage’ for him as a guy. Even so, he was ready to be done with the discussion as he felt a cramp in his belly. Mike cringed as tiny sliver of warm poop slipped between his butt cheeks without warning. While he knew messing his diaper was inevitable, he frowned at the fact that he hadn’t anticipated the small accident that had just taken place. He had always prided himself on being able to control that particular bodily function. Like all boys, he would wet his diaper uncontrollably and frequently throughout the day but being able to decide when he pooped was a small kind of independence that he clung to desperately. It was one of the few decisions Mike could make for himself. At least it wasn’t a full blown accident… yet. Knowing he wouldn’t be able to hold it for much longer, he needed find somewhere private soon. “I’ll uh, be right back.” Mike said. “Hey where you going?” Drew asked. But Mike didn’t respond. A second later, he had closed the door behind him and found himself in the hallway. While he heard the echo of some of the R.A.s chatting in the main room, the hallway was empty. With another cramp, Mike got down onto his knees. Without any further delay, he let go. Filling the seat of his diaper with a load of warm poop, he breathed a sigh of relief. As he pushed more poop into his messy diaper, the sensation reminded Mike of the feeling of Emily sliding her rubber phallus into his butt. Closing his eyes, he grabbed his hard penis through the thick padding that surrounded it. His little nub strained against the garment that confined it as he pooped in his diaper, the large mess spreading out between his legs. Though he would never admit it, the warmth of the smelly poop so close to his genitals was incredibly arousing. He contemplated sitting down on the floor just to accentuate the sensation. Opening his eyes again, Mike saw a long pair of legs in some baggy jeans. Looking up, he saw a familiar looking girl with a buzz cut and a pierced nose standing over him. It was Alyssa. “What are you doing out here?” she asked. “I um, had to go uh… you know, number two?” Mike mumbled. “Yeah, thanks for the update. I knew you were making a mess in your pants. Why are you out here in the hall though?” Alyssa said, raising her eyebrows. “I just wanted uh, privacy?” “You’re a freshmen boy. You don’t get ‘privacy’.” Alyssa said, using air quotes. “You should be in your room studying, not out here slacking off.” Mike didn’t know what to say. He felt like a helpless child kneeling there on the floor with a mess in his sagging diaper. “I just… had to go.” Mike said. “You’re a boy. I certainly don’t expect you to be able to control when you poop and pee. But I do expect you to be in your room studying. There’s no reason that you can’t be studying while you make a mess in your diaper and there’s certainly no reason for you to be loitering out here in the hall. Now I want you to go back in your room and finish making your mess. I’ll come check on you in 15 minutes.” “But I’m done going uh… number two.” Mike said, feeling embarrassed. “Well, I’ll change you in 15 minutes then. I’ve changed plenty of boys diapers and a lot of them have a tendency to poop again as soon as I change them. So if we’re in the dorms, my rule is to wait 15 minutes before changing them just to make sure they’re really finished.” “But -” “No arguments. This isn’t debate club. I’m in charge. Now go back to your room.” Alyssa said, taking him by the arm and pulling him onto his feet. Opening the door to his room, Alyssa sent him back inside. Drew raised an eyebrow at Mike as Alyssa shut the door behind him. “Dude, were you out there pooping the whole time?” “How did you know?” Mike asked. “I can smell you from over here.” Drew said with a chuckle. “Did you know about Alyssa’s dumb 15 minute rule?” “Yeah, she was my R.A. last semester, remember?” “Its fucking stupid.” Mike said from a frown. “Yeah. You know what I like to do?” “What?” “After I poop, I like to sit down and wiggle my ass a little. That way, when Alyssa changes me, she has a nice big mess to clean up.” “Doesn’t that make the diaper change take longer?” Mike asked. “Yeah but its more of a chore for her. It’s my way of getting revenge on her for being such a bitch. It kind of feels good too!” Drew said with a chuckle. After being in college and living in the freshmen dorms for a semester, Mike accepted that there was a naturally sensual aspect to messing his diaper. Pooping in the hallway had been enjoyable until Alyssa caught him. Anyway, what right did she have to wait to change his diaper? He always got his poopy diaper changed immediately when Emily as his R.A. last semester. Mike glanced at his watch. It would be 14 more minutes before he’d got a diaper change. He figured he might as well get comfortable. With a shrug, he waddled over to the small desk in the corner and pulled out his chair before plopping down to take a seat. “Right on.” Drew smiled. Mike didn’t respond. He was too distracted by the feeling of his mess oozing between his legs and covering him like a warm blanket. The elastic leg bands of his disposable diaper always kept everything contained but maybe Drew was right? If Alyssa was going to act like a bitch, maybe this was a good way to gain some small measure of revenge? Wiggling his butt in the chair where he was seated practically guaranteed a tedious and time-consuming task for Alyssa. Glancing at his watch again, Mike frowned. Emily hadn’t called him once or sent him any messages all day. To be fair though, she had mentioned that Monday would be very busy for her. Suddenly, a small measure of guilt began to creep into his mind. Over winter break, Mike had felt so adult going to a ski lodge with Emily, losing his virginity, and spending the night with her. He had felt worthy of the attractive older girl’s affections. Mike knew how rare it was for someone as mature as Emily to date someone a couple of years younger than her. Yet there he was, sitting in his messy diaper and wiggling his butt around like some bratty toddler. He didn’t feel very grown up in that moment. His watch projected the text of one of the chapters in his textbook but Mike couldn’t concentrate. The more sensual aspects of pooping in his diaper were no longer quite as appealing and he now just felt infantile and helpless. As much as he hated to admit it, he was actually happy to see his dorm room door swing open to reveal Alyssa standing in the doorway. “Is the baby boy done making a mess in his diaper?” Alyssa asked. Mike quietly nodded. “Okay then, come here.” she said, holding out her hand. Reluctantly, Mike waddled over to her and took it as she led him down the hallway and into the main room. Having gone through the same routine many times before, he obediently climbed up onto the counter, using the small step stool below. Untaping his diaper, Alyssa’s pursed lips and furrowed brow indicated that she didn’t relish the chore in front of her. Grabbing his knees and pulling them to his chest, Mike was content to just stare at the ceiling. The expression on Alyssa’s face just made him nervous anyway. While Emily’s touch during diaper changes was tender and gentle, Alyssa’s was firm and tense. Pulling three moist wipes from the plastic box on the counter, she quickly began wiping him off. Mike couldn’t help but wonder if she knew, or at least suspected, that he’d deliberately done all he could to make himself as messy as possible. If she did know though, she didn’t say anything. The two of them endured an uncomfortable silence as she wiped him thoroughly. With a fair amount of poop on his balls, Alyssa’s wiping slowly began to focus on his perineum and genitals. Despite the fact that he hated Alyssa, Mike knew that spreading his mess around seemed to have another added benefit. The fact that a girl was paying such close attention to his balls and erect penis felt nice. Closing his eyes tightly, the teasing sensation of Alyssa smearing cold diaper rash cream over his butt was almost too much. Her lotion covered fingers slid between his butt cheeks and around his sphincter. More and more since he lost his virginity, Mike was beginning to see his butt as a source of sexual pleasure every bit as much as his penis was. Alyssa quickly unfolded a clean diaper, slipping it under him before shaking on a thick dusting of powder. “Down.” she ordered. As he brought his butt to rest under the soft, thick padding of a clean diaper; Mike’s morale felt much higher than it had been a few minutes ago. His tiny nub still erect, Alyssa quickly pulled the diaper up over him, taping it tightly in place. As he sat up on the counter, Alyssa pulled up his sweatpants and tied the drawstring while he stepped down. “Now don’t let me catch you rubbing the front of your diaper. I don’t care how excited you are; I want you to go straight to your room and study. You got that?” Alyssa said sternly. “Uh-huh.” Mike nodded. “Good. Now get going.” Alyssa said, giving him two firm pats on his padded butt and sending him on his way. Mike had to admit that the fresh clean feeling of the soft padding encasing his erection was a welcome contrast to the nasty mess he’d been sitting in earlier. Maybe he actually could focus on his studies now? That night, Mike didn’t get much sleep. His boner continued pressing up against his diaper, temping him. He recalled the last time he had masturbated in his diaper, months ago. It hadn’t been an easy task by any means but it had been rewarding. Even so, the ‘rewards’ weren’t worth the risk of getting caught. Surely he could make it one more day before his date with Emily. It wasn’t exactly easy but Mike managed to cross the finish line to Wednesday and found himself waiting in the main room of the dorms. Seated alone in a plastic chair at one of the round tables, he watched as Alyssa fixed her eyes on her wrist watch, clearly sending a message to someone. Then a split second later, Emily walked through the door. Her golden brown hair down around her shoulders, she donned a tight sweater, some black leggings, and leather boots with sizable heels. Mike couldn’t contain his enthusiasm. “Emily!” he shouted, getting up out of his seat and running over to her. Embracing her in a big hug, he almost knocked her onto the floor. “Whoa, take it easy, kiddo!” she giggled, hugging him back. Lowering his sweatpants, she wasted no time checking his diaper. “Is he clean and dry?” Emily asked, pulling back the waistband to peek down the back. “I changed him about half an hour ago.” Alyssa said. “I appreciate that.” Emily smiled. “I’ll still never understand why you’d date a freshmen boy.” Alyssa said, shaking her head. “Well, Mikey here is very mature for his age.” Emily said. “Is that so?” Alyssa said, sounding unconvinced. With that, she handed Emily a small screen with a plastic pen attached to it. After scribbling a digital signature on the screen and tapping it twice, everything was done. “Okay, looks like you’re signed out for the night. Here’s his diaper bag. You know when lights-out is so just have him back before then… okay?” Alyssa said, raising her eyebrows at Emily. “Absolutely, I understand the rules.” Emily smiled, slinging the blue diaper bag over her shoulder. Mike’s heart swelled with joy as his girlfriend took his hand, leading him out of the dorms. He eagerly climbed into the passenger seat of her car and fastened his seatbelt. Within seconds, the engine roared to life kicking dust into the air as Emily threw a small lever, pulling up the landing gear. “Did you have a good first few days back at school?” Emily asked, stroking his knee as they ascended into the air. “Yeah. How about you?” Mike asked. “Busy. I know you hate being a freshmen but remember, junior year is the hardest for most students.” Once they were seated at the restaurant, a waitress brought Emily a small glass of wine and a sippy cup full of juice for Mike. Seeing the gorgeous brunette seated at the other end of the booth, it felt as though she was a mile away. For some time, Mike had fantasized about this night and yearned to be close to her. Maybe she would peg him again later with her strap-on dildo? Or better yet, maybe she would offer him a hand job during a diaper change? “I missed you.” Mike said, trying to sound sentimental. “Aw, I missed you too, sweetie.” “Can I uh… come and sit on your side of the booth?” Mike asked. “Sure, cutie.” Emily said with a smile. A second later and Mike was snuggled up beside her with his arms wrapped around her waist. Resting his head on her shoulder, he loved the smell of the shampoo she used as it mixed with the aroma of her perfume. Living with all the boys in the dorms, Mike had become accustomed to the smells of stale urine, the occasional messy diaper, and the overwhelming scent of baby powder in the air. Emily’s feminine and mature scent made him hornier than ever. Squirming and crinkling, his hard nub pressed up against his diaper but he tried to remain calm. After a quick dinner, he would almost certainly have some relief. When their food arrived, Emily used her fork and knife to cut Mike’s steak into small bite-sized portions for him. Mike frowned but he had to admit that plastic untensiles that the waitress had supplied him wouldn’t exactly get the job done. Stabbing the little bites of his steak with his plastic fork, he ate happily while seated at Emily’s side. With a stream of warm pee in his sodden diaper, he knew he would need to be changed soon. That suited him just fine. After all, his diaper would hopefully be coming off soon for other reasons. As their meal came to an end, Mike became increasingly more curious about where they were heading next. Since Emily was no longer an R.A., Mike knew that she had a new apartment on campus somewhere. “Do you want to go back to your place after dinner?” Mike asked, snuggling up beside her. “Sweetie. I think we should be taking you back to the dorms after this.” Emily said, tussling his hair. “What? Seriously? Why?” Mike groaned. “Hey now, don’t make that face at me, Mikey. This is a school night. Just because you have a girlfriend, doesn’t mean you can neglect your academic responsibilities. You got good grades last semester and I’m proud of you but I am not going to let our relationship distract you from your academics. You’re going to graduate with honors, mister.” Mike whimpered, snuggling up close to Emily and holding her tight. “I just… miss you.” he mumbled. With a warm smile, Emily kissed him on the forehead. “I missed you too, sweetie. Now I know you’re a boy. I know what boys usually have on their mind, especially at the beginning of the semester. If you can behave yourself this week and focus on your school work, I’ll give you a little reward when I pick you up this weekend.” Emily said. “Really?” Mike asked hopefully. “Yep, but for now we’ve got to take you back to the dorms.” Putting his head on Emily’s shoulder, Mike frowned and whimpered but he said nothing. Feeling another trickle of pee, he squeezed his legs together feeling the warm bulge of his wet diaper. Once Emily had paid for dinner, they stood up to leave. “You must be pretty wet by now.” Emily said, noticing his waddle. Before Mike was able to respond, she was pulling down his sweatpants to reveal his wet diaper in the middle of the restaurant. “Hey.” Mike groaned. “Yep, you’re soaked. I want to make sure we send you back to Alyssa with a clean diaper.” Emily said. Mike glared at her as he yanked his sweatpants back up to cover himself. While it wasn’t altogether uncommon for boys to have their diapers checked in public places, Mike had always hated when Emily did it to him. It was one thing to check his diaper in a private place but why did she have to embarrass him in front of everyone in the restaurant? Taking him by the hand, she led him out into the parking lot. Opening the door to the backseat of her car, Emily pressed a button and the seats folded down flat. As she motioned for Mike to climb in, he took the hint and laid down in the car. Nothing was said between them as she pulled down his pants and untaped his diaper. The cool outside air flooded onto his damp genitals. Closing his eyes tightly, Emily’s soft and tender touch was practically torturing him as his tiny, hard penis stood straight up. As her fingertips grazed his balls through the cold baby wipe in her hand, he wanted to beg her for a hand job… or anything that might grant him relief. But with a dusting of powder, she unfolded a clean diaper and slipped it underneath him. Seconds later, the disposable diaper was taped up tightly around him and he was trapped once again. During the ride home, Mike sat in the passenger seat pouting with his arms crossed as he stared out the window. While it was only a few days until Saturday, he knew it would feel like an eternity. He wasn’t going to argue with Emily or try to start a fight but he also wasn’t making much of an effort to hide his disappointment. Back at the dorms, Emily gave him a warm hug which he made a half hearted effort to return. “I love you.” she said, kissing him on the cheek. “I love you too.” he mumbled. “Here’s his diaper bag back, Alyssa. I just changed him so he should be good for a while.” Alyssa took the diaper bag from Emily, thanked her, and Emily walked out the door. Mike frowned as Alyssa took his hand, leading him back to his dorm room. Sitting back at his desk, pressing a button on his watch, Mike once again projected the text of his assigned reading for class. Even Drew seemed to be sitting at his desk studying or at least pretending he was studying. “Hey… can I ask you something?” Mike said, breaking the silence between them. “Sure. What’s up?” “Do you know if there’s a way to um… jerk off without uh, getting caught?” Mike said nervously. “Sure, just do it in the shower like I do. As long as no one rats you out, you’ll be fine. Just don’t get caught rubbing the front of your diaper during the day. I got in big trouble for that last semester!” Drew said. Mike cringed at the thought. Their showers were basically one large room covered in tile with warm water coming out of the spouts on the wall. All the boys showered together and there wasn’t the slightest bit of privacy. While he might have gotten used to being naked in front of the other boys, there was no way he was going to jerk off in front of them! Even so, that night as all the naked boys filed into the steam filled room, Mike was tempted by the idea. Alyssa watched sternly as the boys walked past her on their way into the showers. “If we don’t smell soap on every inch of your bodies when we diaper you for bed, you are all going to be in big trouble!” she shouted. Mike couldn’t help but glance at Drew standing in the corner. The skinny kid with the soapy hands was thrusting and stroking his tiny penis as the water sprayed down his back. Drew had no shame. So many things still embarrassed Mike; from poopy diapers to recently losing his virginity to Emily. His life seemed filled with situations that made him feel small and inadequate. Drew was different though. In some ways, Mike had to admire how the kid never once seemed to get embarrassed about anything. Drew even had a few small chest hairs, much to Mike’s envy. Mike had always wanted chest hair or maybe some peach fuzz on his chin. That was the best that a boy like himself could hope for in modern times. He’d seen pictures from the 20th century where boys had thick beards and hairy bodies. Today though, after generations of hormonal changes, boys didn’t look nearly as strong, tall, or masculine. Mike didn’t have a single hair on his chest and had never been able to grow facial hair. At the onset of puberty, most boys like him that wore diapers had their pubic hair lasered off for the sake of hygiene. Staring down at his hard little nub, Mike wondered if he might be able to find the courage to grant himself some relief. The automatic timer then caused the spray of warm water to stop. The naked boys all collectively groaned as they walked toward the exit, soaking wet. Mike had missed his one opportunity to grant himself some relief. Everything now seemed to arouse Mike. As he laid back on the countertop, he stared at masculine looking waistband of Alyssa’s underwear on display above her jeans. The grey waistband had the brand name written on it in red capital letters. While he preferred looking at Emily’s more feminine underwear, he had to admit that Alyssa’s underwear was also attractive in its own way. Mike had always been fascinated by the sight of underwear and had only a few vague memories from childhood of wearing underwear himself before he went back to diapers permanently. While the sight often turned him on, it also served to draw his attention to the depressing fact that he himself wasn’t allowed to wear underwear. That reality was at the forefront of his mind as Alyssa slipped a clean disposable diaper under his butt. He bit his lip as he felt the tickling of the baby powder before the diaper was taped tightly around his boner. As he opened the door to his dorm room, he found Drew squatting on the floor. Hearing the sound of a wet fart, it was obvious what was going on. Drew smiled. “Alyssa just got me changed for bed. I can’t wait to see the look on her face when I go back to her with a poopy diaper.” Drew said with a chuckle. Even though Mike’s thoughts were elsewhere, Drew’s comment made him smile. It was a little funny to imagine Alyssa having to change a poopy diaper before she could put Drew to bed for the night. With a sigh of relief, Drew stood up and waddled out of the room with a smirk on his face. As the door closed behind him, Mike found himself alone. Just then, a mischievous thought entered Mike’s mind. Drew would almost certainly be gone for a little while getting his diaper changed and Mike suddenly had the privacy that he craved so desperately. Now was his chance to jerk off. If Alyssa saw any ‘evidence’ during his morning diaper change the next day, it could easily be dismissed as a wet dream. It would be a little gross sleeping in the same diaper after squirting his load but then again, sitting in his own bodily fluids was nothing new for him as a boy. Mike climbed onto his bed with a crinkle, grasping his padded crotch in both hands. Rubbing the front of his diaper, he slowly moved his hips back and forth ever so slightly for the next two minutes. Closing his eyes, Mike whimpered to himself as his hand began to cramp up. The sensation of touching himself felt pleasurable but he had forgotten just how difficult it was to be trapped in the thick padding of his diaper, trying desperately to bring himself to orgasm. He needed to hurry up and finish though before Drew returned. Grabbing a pillow, he placed it between his legs and began thrusting his hips more aggressively now. Images of Emily’s half naked body flashed through his mind and for a brief moment, he even recalled the sight of her wearing her large strap on… though he wasn’t sure why that image was turning him on at the moment. Mike panted as he continued thrusting forcefully into the soft inside of his dry disposable diaper. He was so close. “Michael!” said a stern feminine voice. Mike froze. He knew that voice. Opening his eyes, he was horrified to see Alyssa standing in the doorway of his room. Drew stood behind her, smirking at the sight in front of him. “Having fun?” Alyssa asked. Mike was totally speechless. “Michael, you know full well what the rules are. I wish I could say I was surprised to see such a disgusting little display. What do you have to say for yourself?” Alyssa said loudly. “I uh… I’m s-s-sorry?” Mike stuttered. “Get up.” Alyssa ordered him. Mike rose to his feet and Alyssa took him by the arm. “Drew, I want you to get into bed and wait for us to come back. Do you understand?” Alyssa said. “Yeah.” Drew said. With that, Alyssa led him down the hallway and into the main room. For the first time that day, Mike felt his penis go totally limp in his diaper… mostly out of fear and the shock of getting caught. “You know what we do to little boys who can’t control their busy hands?” Alyssa asked. Mike said nothing, though he figured that Alyssa wasn’t really expecting a response. “Hop up on the counter.” she said, picking up a box of wipes. Confused, he did as he was told as Alyssa pulled his pants down and untaped his diaper. “We need to put you in a new diaper since you’ve been rubbing and tugging on the front of this one. I don’t think that’ll be a problem anymore after today though!” Alyssa said. Lying on the counter, he watched as Alyssa grabbed a small box out of the cabinet above him. Opening the box, she removed a few pieces of clear plastic and set them on the table beside him. Running a few cold wipes over his genitals, she then slid two clear plastic rings around the base of his balls. He then watched silently as she slid a short plastic tube over his limp penis. The cold plastic felt strange and confining on his genitals. Alyssa then slipped a tiny padlock around the contraption. It beeped twice and with a metallic click, it locked by itself. Alyssa then pressed a button on her watch before unfolding a clean diaper and slipping it underneath him. Mike looked down at the strange device clamped around his genitals as Alyssa pulled the front panel of the diaper up, covering him as she taped it up. “Since this is only your first offense, you’ll be locked up for the next two months.” she said. “Two months? Seriously? I have to wear this… thing for two months?” Mike whined. “Yes and if I hear anymore back talk from you, we’ll get you a pacifier to go with it. Do you understand me?” Mike nodded. “Personally, if it were up to me, I’d just give you a good spanking.” Climbing down off the counter, Alyssa pulled up his sweatpants. As she led him back to his room, he couldn’t help but cringe at the heavy feeling of the chastity device clamped around him under his diaper. Walking back into his room, Mike submissively crawled into bed as Alyssa switched off the lights and shut the door behind him.
  11. Pathetic Sissy

    This is a dark femdom story, with strong sexual content and cruelty. Please don’t read if the subject matter does not suit. Pathetic Sissy “Oh you are such a pathetic sissy!” Steve’s wife laughed and whooped as he shot semen over himself. His chest heaved with exertion. “A wank after every poopie nappy! What would all your girlfriends on Tinder say now if they could see you right now? And Nanny Smacks, what would she say? I know Nanny Smacks would laugh at you now for being such a dirty smelly boy!” Steve lay on the damp rubber surface of the changing table with his rubber pants bunched around his ankles. The wet and soiled terry nappy was open and his rapidly deflating penis still oozing ejaculate after his orgasm. Steve’s eyes watered over as June scraped the semen off his chest and stomach in a spoon. “Don’t cry Baby,” she ordered, holding the spoon to his lips. “You have nothing to cry about. You made your bed, now you will lie in it for the rest of your life. Now, open wide.. NOW!” The fierce change of tone brought an instant reaction from Steve who opened his mouth to allow June to dribble the semen into his mouth. “That’s better, Swallow. Good Boy!” she mellowed. “Now let’s get you into a clean nappy for Nana shall we?” ***** One month before, Steve’s world fell apart on a Saturday morning. Steve and June had been your Mr. and Mrs. Average in Suburbia. Steve working in a bank in the city and June was a stockbroker, working from home. He was 31 years old and 8 years older than his wife at her tender 23 years. They lived in a large detached house in the “Green Fields” area of town, subsidized heavily by June’s wealthy mother who lived a ten minute walk away. Mrs. Sarah Whiteman was a significant citizen in the borough, an influential member of the local council. She was well known for her charitable works with the local Church and the Red Cross. They had been sort of happy, entertaining once a week and being entertained once a week. They didn’t have sex very often as Steve had problems maintaining an erection and each event turned out feel like a chore to both of them. June found this puzzling and frustrating as she was a highly desirable woman who was not shy when it came to the bedroom activities. Her body clock was ticking and after 2 years of marriage, her mother was already wondering when her grandchildren would arrive. Steve worked very long hours at the bank but June tolerated this as she knew he valued his career highly. They did not need the money as their future was assured by the large inheritance that would come their way. When it came to sex, he almost never initiated it, and more often than not, appeared reluctant to whole heartily perform when she took the initiative. June sometimes wondered if he was gay. He was certainly ‘effeminate’ in his movements and speech. His thin body frame was light with no significant muscle development. She had never wanted an assertive husband, and fell in love with Steve’s rapid fire humour and his conversational skills. She enjoyed a governing role in their relationship, taking all domestic decisions and taking responsibility for Steve’s wardrobe. Shortly after they were married, she surprised him in the bathroom while he was wearing her panties. Initially he appeared embarrassed but quickly laughed it off as a lark. Other signs she had noticed were dried ‘crusty’ tissues under his side of the bed and white stains on his pyjamas. She was not that naive to realize that he was masturbating privately and this deeply troubled her. These ‘signs’ appeared regularly over the following months and she had challenged Steve about it but he had been angry and sulky over the accusations. Then recently, June discussed it with her mother who was equally shocked, but also very angry. “He’s hiding something from you,” she declared. “We have to find out what.” June was slightly disconcerted by her mother’s assumed involvement but said nothing. They spent that afternoon going through all his personal things to see if anything was out of place and they made a significant discovery. Sarah found a pair of female panties hidden at the back of Steve’s bedside table drawer. It was evident that they were unwashed. “Are they yours?” Her mother asked. June shook her head, holding the item disdainfully with thumb and forefinger. The lacy material was bunched and stuck together and the gusset stained with ‘female’ discharge. “They are damp and strong smelling. I think the smell is semen.” “Bastard! The pervert must be seeing someone else!” June seethed. Her mother put a restraining hand on her forearm. “Softly, we need to get into his phone and computer and find out all the facts so we can decide a course of action from a strong position,” she said. June nodded and warily replaced the panties back in the bedside drawer, closing only after taking a photo on her iphone. Two days later that infamous Saturday morning arrived. Steve, June and Sarah were drinking coffee around the kitchen table prior to doing their weekly shopping trip. Steve’s phone rang and jumped up to take the call in the hallway. June and her mother listened carefully but couldn’t get any idea about what was being said. He came back into the kitchen finishing up the call. “Ok.. yes, we will talk about it on Monday morning but you are right, the deal sounds great. Well done. .. Right.. bye then .” “Who was that then? June asked innocently. Steve sat and picked up his coffee. “That was the boss, Charles, telling me about a takeover happening next week.” June nodded, pretending to loose interest and started talking to her mother about what was on offer this weekend. Then the women had a stroke of luck. “Back soon,” Steve jumped up and rushed upstairs for his daily call of nature. Unluckily for him, he forgot to pick up his phone. Before the screen saver could kick in, June picked it up and hit the ‘home’ button and started scrolling through the contents. “What are you looking for?” June’s mother whispered conspiringly. “Everything and Anything,” she smiled, working intently. She worked quickly and silently. Both women heard the upstairs loo flush. “Mum,” June said. “It’s all here. Enough to hang him.” June steeled herself as Steve’s heavy footsteps sounded descending the stairs. *****
  12. Here's a little story I've been working on for the last 10 years. A recent event spurred me to dust it off and tweak it a bit. Let me know what you think. I'm a big boy and not prone to deleting a story if it gets a bad comment. Grammar & typos being pointed out appreciated as well. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Brief Encounter by Bo Tox Jeff had just been carrying his two bags of groceries to his car when someone, a woman's voice, said something he didn't quite make out. He thought she said, "Nice Ass!" but he couldn't be positive. It made him both excited and nervous just as a flash came from somewhere. You see, Jeff was wearing something secret under his jeans, something he'd always assumed was unnoticed by the oblivious masses. He took a deep breath as he closed his trunk to look around for the person that spoke. There was a leggy brunette walking past him in a mid-length skirt with just a single plastic sack of items dangling from her left hand, a phone in her right. He smiled and she winked one of her big green eyes at him. "I'm sorry," Jeff questioned. "Were you speaking to me?" "What's the matter?" she replied in an authoritative tone. "Did you think nobody would notice?" "Excuse me, Ma'am," he said, trying to be calm and nonchalant, "Notice what?" "Honey, do I need to spell it out for you?" she said as she closed the distance and added, "I see what's in your Levis. There's more than just you under there." Shocked, Jeff was nearly speechless, "You.. I mean... How did you?" She cut him off and stuffed a slip of paper into his shirt pocket, "You better get home, put that ice cream away, change if you need to and have a look at that number." She hit the remote and her trunk opened one space away, "This is not the first time I've noticed your slightly padded behind. I've seen you at the mall, too! You're not a big guy and it isn't hard to tell... if you know what you are looking for." Jeff was more than a little afraid now but also very intrigued with this seemingly odd encounter with a complete stranger, or at least a stranger to him. "What if I don't call you?" questioned Jeff. "Your loss," she said as she dropped her one bag in the trunk, bent slightly at the waist to show off her legs and behind as she walked to the driver's door. "You will call though, you can't stand the suspense." He watched as she closed her door and drove off. She rolled her window down and waved on the way out of the parking lot. He asked himself, what just happened? He made a mental note, blue car, late model Nissan, tinted windows and flashy wheels. As Jeff drove home, he had no thoughts of the ice cream or the frozen pizza. His only thought was that someone had noticed his discretely worn diapers more than once, apparently, without him being aware of a watchful eye. Was he getting careless? When he arrived home, he hurriedly put his groceries away, maybe a little too quickly since he put a can of mushroom soup in the refrigerator. He'd almost forgotten about the note in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at it carefully. There was a phone number, local area code and prefix, and one line of text that read, 'Ass lady likes!' He pulled out his phone, keyed in the first three digits and stopped, thought about what he was doing, keyed in three more, shook his head and put the phone down on the kitchen counter. He took a deep breath and opened up his laptop on the kitchen table and searched for the number online. It came back as a private cell phone, nothing unusual there. Before the night was over he could stand the curiosity no more and dialed the stranger's number. He thought about texting first but decided to call as she had requested. The phone rang twice and was answered, “It took you long enough! I was afraid you weren't going to call tonight at all.” “I, I don't even know your name and I have no idea why I'm calling now,” stammered Jeff. “First of all, you can call me Mistress Rachel. Second, you are intrigued that a woman noticed you were wearing a diaper. You want to know more,” she said. “What do you want with me?” asked Jeff, hoping to put this issue to rest or did he? “You are a certain type of person, one that I seek out because I, too, am a another type of person. We are not opposites but we are compatible. Do you understand,” she asked. “What are you saying?” asked Jeff, a little nervous,“We should date or something?” “Or something. You see, I haven't asked your name because if we meet and come to an arrangement, I will give you a name and that is what you will answer to when you are with me. Do you understand?” asked Rachel. Jeff shook a bit as he tried to speak, “Are you one of those S&M ladies? Do you want to truss me up and beat with with a whip?” She laughed on the other end of the phone, “Absolutely not... unless you need it. Frankly, this conversation has taken longer than I expected. Here's what we need to do next. First, you need to bring me a written letter requesting that I accept you for training. Second, you need to plan to arrive at the address I will give you after work on Friday with a diaper and whatever else you feel you think you will need for a weekend away. I'll show you around and if you have doubts, we'll discuss it in person and either you stay or you go of your own free will.” She recited the address and he wrote it down before she abruptly stated, “I'll see you Friday!” and the phone went dead. Jeff scratched his head. What just happened? Should he go to address? He looked it up and it was a nice district downtown with lots of older, restored homes. He marked it on his calendar, two days from now. Would he be brave enough to follow through? That night Jeff went to bed in a diaper and dreamed about the possibilities. By morning, he had almost forgotten about it when he noticed the note on the table. He stuffed it into his pocket while he finished getting ready for work. He didn't give it another thought until he returned home and cleaned out his pockets. Friday came and Jeff was still not sure he'd follow through on the visit or not. Just in case, he packed a bag with some clothes, a few diapers and some cream and powder along with his shaving gear and a toothbrush. It all went into the trunk of his car as he headed to work. To say he was distracted that day was a bit of an understatement. He nearly skipped lunch with a daydream. By the time 5 o'clock rolled around, he could hardly think of anything else. He walked to his car and pulled up the address on his phone. He navigated to the address, only 10 minutes from work, and arrived all too soon. His mind raced with the scenarios, was he going to be kidnapped, was it an elaborate joke? He parked his car on the street and opened the trunk. With the bag over his shoulder he walked to the front door of a modest but well maintained building in the historic district. He knocked with the ornate lion headed knocker. He could hear footsteps in the house and the door swung open to reveal Rachel in a long black dress with a plunging neckline. She wore no bra and her brown hair cascaded over her shoulders to blur the image of her cleavage. “I knew you'd show up,” said Rachel, “Please, do come in.” She held the door and allowed him to enter. When she closed the door, she bolted it and locked it with a key from the inside. Jeff looked a little worried but she assured him it was for his protection, not hers. She showed him to the couch, where she offered him a seat and she sat in a chair facing him, “Let's start with allowing me to look into your bag, shall we?” He silently handed her the bag. She opened it, looked inside and made a mental inventory of the items. She closed it and handed it back to him. He sat it on the floor beside the couch. “I'm sure you have questions but first I want to ask you a series of questions to confirm a few of my own assumptions,” said Rachel. “First, you only brought three diapers so I can safely assume you are not incontinent and wear your diapers for other than medical need?” Jeff shook his head but did not make eye contact, “Yes, that's true.” She smiled, “Do you wet, mess or both in your diapers currently?” “Just wet,” he replied, “I don't like the mess.” “Have you had an enema before today?” she asked, “And if so, how long ago?” Jeff replied, “Never, so never.” “Are you currently seeing anyone romantically?” she queried. “No,” was his reply. This went on for several minutes and Rachel gained a great deal about his mental state and his desires, both expressed and yet unexplored. “Make no mistake, this is an audition,” said Rachel, “If you are accepted, your name while here in this house will be William Patrick. Do you understand?” “What do I have to do?” asked Jeff, now to be addressed as William Patrick. “Do what comes naturally, react to situations and I will guide you through the weekend. Do you have any problem with staying here until Sunday evening?” she asked. “No, I suppose not,” he answered. “Good, let us get started,” she rose and held out a hand, “William Patrick, time to prepare you for the greatest weekend of your life if you will release your inhibitions and embrace the experience.” He followed her into the hall. She entered a room she had opened the door to, showing him what appeared to be a very clinical looking exam room fit for a hospital. It was brightly lit when the lights came on and had a counter filled with exam gloves and assorted other instruments organized around. She entered and removed what he now knew was a wrap and revealed she was wearing stockings with a garter belt and skimpy black panties. Her shapely bottom aroused him. He was correct about the bra though she was turned away from him when she put on her white exam coat. She guided and positioned him on the paper covered exam table and started unbuttoning his shirt. He was too amazed to offer any resistance or assistance. She slipped him out of his shirt and moved to his shoes and socks. She tossed them all into a waiting hamper before undoing his belt. It was obvious he was aroused and a small stain had started on his boxers. She cleaned out his pockets, placing the contents, which included her original note, into a zip lock bag and then had him step out of his underwear. He was a bit self conscious of his nakedness and his obvious interest. She asked him to lay back on the table while she began to examine him. He complied and closed his eyes. He could feel her gently poking and prodding his genitals before his legs were lifted and placed into stirrups. He'd never been examined like this before by a doctor and certainly not in an erotic setting. Next she placed her gloved hands on his stomach and then listened to his heart. She opened his eyes and looked into each before checking his teeth, gums, throat and ears. “You appear quite healthy, William Patrick,” she said with a smile, “But we must be sure. You see I have strict standards with my diaper boys. You are a diaper boy, aren't you? Do you secretly long to be incontinent and forced to rely on diapers? Do you dream of needing diapers rather than using them for recreation?” She could see her subject turning beet red as he turned his head away from her, “I've never told anyone that? What makes you think those things about me?” “William Patrick! I have a type and that type is you,” she giggled, “I've developed a sixth sense about finding diaper boys that I can play with. This is a mutually beneficial arrangement for as long as we both see it that way. Now, when was your last bowel movement?” He gulped, “This morning, like clockwork.” “Well, I am going to insure you are like clockwork the entire weekend. First, I'm going to thoroughly clean you out with a warm, soothing enema. Don't worry, you won't feel any discomfort,” said Rachel as she pulled the IV pole from the side of the room and started to fill a large red bag with warm tap water. He was a little anxious about this but she assured him it wasn't going to be a problem, just a formality they needed to address. She then added a packet of something into the bag and capped it off before shaking it and hanging it from the IV pole. “Now, I'm going to do this colonic style so you won't have to get up to expel,” she said as she showed him the nozzle, “Water goes in the smaller tube and waste goes out the larger tube. Very sanitary and clean.” He shook his head as she proceeded to lubricate the nozzle and also his rectum. What he didn't see from his vantage point was she had slipped an expander around the speculum that was going to be inserted into his bottom. He felt one, then two and finally her three fingers inside his rear as she thoroughly lubricated his anus. He felt her start the nozzle and it expanded his rear as she slowly worked it in place. He didn't notice that she had also used a numbing lubricant and had inserted a sizable item in his bottom. “Now, I'm going to start the water. It will flow in and when you start to feel full, let me know and I'll release it,” she said with the sweetest grin. He nodded approval and she released the clamp. He felt the sudden warmth of water rushing into his abdomen. She was right, it wasn't unpleasant at all. As he watched the bag deflate, it dawned on him that she was filling another bag and hung it beside the first. Just then he felt a cramp that made him wince. “OK, I'm cramping,” he grunted, “Can you release it now?” She complied and he instantly felt relief and a few gurgles as the waste was carried away, unseen to him, into the drain system. She attached the second bag and released the clamp as she took the first bag and proceeded to refill it. He wondered how long this would go on. He did not notice she put something in the bag before she filled it with water. If he'd known, he might have said something but she was quite convincing and would have gotten her way despite it. After the second bag was all in without any cramps, he was allowed to expel and actually felt very good when she connected the third bag. She started it and it felt warm, as did the first two. She smiled and took the other bag and rinsed it out and hung it to dry over the sink. She looked him in the eye, “While that bag is instilling, I need to check your prostate. This might seem awkward but I will be as gentle as I can.” She changed gloves and produced a long, thin scope that she lubricated very liberally before she took his manhood and started working it down his smallest of holes. As she did, she did not inform him of the other item she was threading into his urethra. That would be surprise for later. She shut off the valve to the last bag but he did not notice she never drained it from him. He was too distracted with the tube in his penis. She declared all was well and removed the scope, minus the payload she had covertly delivered to his bladder neck. “All done!” she stated, “Now we can get you cleaned up and dressed for dinner.” She pulled the speculum nozzle out of his bottom but left the expander in place. With a numbed bottom, he could not tell. Another thing he was not aware of was the lube was actually a biodegradable glue that kept it in place for 48 hours. She toyed with the three quarter of an inch hole left in his bottom. She smiled at the mixture she'd placed in his colon after evacuating him. It was a special mix of fiber and polymers that were liquid above 104 degrees while in suspension of the enema but quickly solidified into a foamy consistency of oatmeal once lowered to body temperature. He had about 2 hours before his first involuntary colonic expulsion. Luckily, he would be well diapered momentarily in preparation for the evening festivities. Knowing his future state, she brought out one of her own special diapers she kept on hand for her diaper boys. It was an all black, very thick diaper with full padding in the wings. He instinctively lifted his bottom as she moved it under him. She started applying cream to his bottom and the whole of his diaper area before taping him securely inside the extra heavy duty diaper. “There, doesn't that feel nice?” she asked as she helped him up. “Whoa, that is a very thick diaper!” he remarked, “I've never seen or heard of a diaper like this! That's going to hold a lot! What have you got planned?” “Oh it surely does!” she snickered, “You are going to need several of these this weekend. All of your fantasy are going to come true for the next few days!” “What do you mean?” he asked, perplexed at her statement. “Now, let's get dressed. We have a dinner reservation at Louie's for seven o'clock,” she said, “And I have the clothes you need to wear in the closet next door.” He stood up, with her help, and noticed something was off. The diaper, thick as it was, already felt wet. He pushed against the crotch. It was indeed slightly wet already. “What did you do to me?” he asked with a higher pitched voice, “I'm wet and I don't remember peeing!” “Relax,” said Rachel, “It is just a side effect of the scope I did. The lubricant has a mild numbing effect and it can irritate the urethra, causing some slight leakage. I suppose it is a good think you enjoy diapers!” As much as he liked wearing diapers, this did not seem to be what he had bargained for. He just hoped it wore off soon as she professed. She showed him to the closet and helped him dress in the clothes she had picked out for him. It was a button down long sleeve white shirt with a pair of navy blue slacks that surprisingly enough, fit over the huge diaper and made it nearly invisible to the unitiated. “So, we are going out for dinner, out of the house,” he asked. “Yes, my treat since you've been such a great sport during all of this,” she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, “You look so handsome and I can hardly tell you have a diaper on and I know what I'm looking for.” He grinned a bit and adjusted his belt and sat down to put on some socks and shoes. He noticed he couldn't bend over as well with a thick diaper on and she had to help with his laces. Once he was ready, she offered to change in front of him so they would be on equal footing, she'd seen him naked and he certainly wanted to see her naked or nearly so. She hung up her white lab coat, this time while facing him. Her bosom was full and pleasing to look at. His manhood stirred. She took a push up bra out of a drawer and asked him to fasten it for her in the back. He complied, though his diaper grew tighter at the touch. She looked in the closet for a dress and found a gray pinstriped skirt with a side slit that she stepped into before selecting a light blue blouse to go with it. His erections did not go unnoticed though she did not comment. She explained that Louie's was just around the block and they'd be walking. She showed him a pair of spiked heals but scrunched her nose. Instead she pulled out a pair of open toed wedges that she could comfortably walk around the block in. On queue, he held out his arm and she took it as they made their way down the street. He thought he noticed his diaper was wetter but didn't mention it. They arrived 10 minutes before their reservation and sat at the bar. She had a mojito and he drank a dark beer. They had nearly finished when they were escorted to the table, “This is my favorite table.” It was in a corner, a little dim and not in plain view of everyone else. She was seated then he sat across from her. He looked at the menu and she ordered a bottle of wine. “Order anything you like,” she said, “I've got a tab here since it is so close to the house.” The waiter took their orders, a filet mignon for both of them, and they were alone. He didn't know what to say at first and she started the conversation. “Well, Willy P., I feel I should spill the beans. I've placed a stent into your bladder. I also might as well tell you that I didn't drain that last enema bag. Your colon is full of a mush that will ooze out every few hours through the hollow butt plug I left inside of you. Until I take both of them out, you will be diaper dependent. Enjoy!” He was stunned! Did he hear her correctly? What was that about a plug and a stent? “Come again?” he asked, “What did you just say?” “Look, Willy P., I get off on guys like you and your real experience with what you've only played at until now,” said Rachel. “I like to see guys squirm when they realize I've taken their bladder and bowel control away from them for the weekend.” “WHAT!” he might have said a bit too loudly as a waiter shot him a look, “No bladder or bowel control?” “You play an incontinent and now you are one for the weekend. I'll put you back before you leave,” she said, “But I like guys in diapers for a reason. If you're good, I'll show you later. For now, know that the stuff in your butt doesn't stink and that diaper will hold a whole days worth of anything.” He downed his glass of wine and shakily poured another full glass, “I can't believe this!” After another glass of wine he calmed down enough to eat when the steaks arrived. She shot him a knowing grin and a wink. He just shook his head and pondered what he had gotten himself into. Stupid lust had betrayed him. He did notice his diaper was growing tighter and obviously wetter, “You say this will only last the weekend? How do I know?” “You have to trust me,” she said, “You'll see that I'm quite fun if you go along.” By the time dinner was over, he was a bit tipsy. She didn't drink nearly as much wine as he did and he could tell his diaper was now thoroughly filling up. She signed the bill with a generous tip and they walked back to the house. About half way around the block, Jeff/Willy P. felt what he thought was a fart. He was unable to stop it and seconds later a muffled PFFT escaped his bottom. She giggled and patted his bottom. It was then he could feel something warm spreading out around his backside. “Oh no!” he said, “Did I... was that...” “Yes, Willy, you just pooped your diaper!” she cackled, “Enjoy it. Doesn't it feel nice not to have to worry about looking for a bathroom?” He had to admit, it wasn't the horrid feeling he'd anticipated but the thought of his own mess against his skin didn't thrill him. Once back at the front door, she opened it and walked in with him, “How about a change? This thing is pretty full and quite loaded!” “Not until I show you what I get out of this arrangement,” she said, “Follow me!” Still not too steady on his feet, he followed her to what he assumed was her bedroom. It was a big room with a canopy bed. She pushed him back against a wall and started stripping off his clothes. He assumed he should do the same but she stopped when she got to her undergarments. Then she pushed him onto the bed and got on top of him. She spread his arms out and fastened a silk rope around each wrist that was conveniently waiting. It wouldn't hold him for long but he played along. Then she stood over him and dribbled off her bra, swung it around a few times and tossed it at his face. He was visibly interested though still confined. Surely she would release him for some wild sex! He was wrong, though. She pulled her panties down as they were over her garter belt. This left her wearing only stockings and garter belt and he in only his diaper. Then she straddled his diapered crotch and leaned in, her nipples within reach of his tongue as she eased down and whispered in his ear, “It is painful for me to have intercourse. This way, I can be sure you won't do something that will hurt me but we can still have fun!” With that she thrust a nipple into his face and he licked at it, teasing it erect. She moved over and let him repeat that moves. When she was thoroughly worked up, she slid down to where her crotch was straddling his bulging diaper. She ground on his bulge with her mound until she was breathing heavily and about to come. He, excited but not yet as close, started to try to free his hands. “No, no!” she said, “Just wait!” She turned around to put her slit in his face as she massaged his diapered member through the plastic. She cupped his padded jewels and ground her wet nether lips into his face. He tasted her and proceeded to use his tongue to tease her to climax. He felt her topple over the edge and quiver the slightest bit before she turned back to be face to face. She ground her crotch into his diaper harder and harder until he was almost ready to explode! She bounced one time and planted her lips on his, her hands on his face as he exploded into his diaper along with her second orgasm! She collapsed onto his chest and mumbled, “And that's what I get out of it!” She released his hands and rolled to his side. He looked toward her and kissed her just as another loud wet fart emanated from his bottom. “I know you're not supposed to laugh in bed but that was funny,” she said. He giggled too at the idea of pooping after sex in a wet and messy diaper! She patted his diaper, squeezed it a few places and said, “It'll hold for a while longer. I want to go again. Promise me you won't do anything stupid and I won't tie your hands!” “And mess up a good thing!” he said, “I wouldn't dream of it.” This time she pulled him on top of her and wrapped her legs around his middle. He ground his diapered crotch into her slippery patch of fur while kneading her breasts with both hands. He could tell the front of his diaper was very slippery from her juices as he continued to work his bulge across her lower lips. She bucked against him as yet another orgasm took hold before she released her leg lock on him. He had almost forgotten about his incontinent state until he rolled onto his back and felt the mush that evacuated into his diaper move around. When she finally turned to look at him with those seductive eyes, he asked, “Can I get out of this diaper now?” “Sweety,” she patted his cheek, “That one can hold a lot more and even if I take you out of that one, you have to go right back in a fresh one or you'll wet and mess all over the place. If I don't keep a guy in diapers, I can't be sure he won't take that thing and try to stick it where it will hurt me. You understand why I have to do this? Besides, you look cute in a sexy black diaper!” “It certainly holds more than any diapers I've ever used before. How do you know so much about diapers?” he asked. “This isn't my first rodeo, sport! My first attempt to keep a guy from fucking me was to wear the diaper myself. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it resulted in me having to knee a boner to keep them from hurting me. Now, if I make a guy incontinent, I find they are much more docile and manageable. Don't you agree?” she answered. “So this is just a chastity belt I wear instead of you?” he pondered. “If that helps you deal with it,” she replied, “That works for me. The doctor says I have a very narrow vaginal opening. They've tried dilation, which didn't work very well, and I refused surgery as I'm afraid what some butcher would do to me. So this is what I've found that works. Any complaints?” “No,” he replied, “But next time I don't need to poop myself.” “So, I haven't scared you of? You're already thinking about next time?” she puzzled to him with a big grin. “OK, first thing tomorrow, I'll take your hollow butt plug out, deal?” she held out a hand, “But you have to keep the stent and stay diapered.” He shook her hand, “We can never had normal sex?” “No, I've seen you aroused and you're too big,” she frowned. “How about anal sex? I can't keep doing this in a diaper all the time,” he questioned. She looked at him and cocked her head, “Anal sex? You like to take it up the butt?” “NO! That's not what I meant!” he said indignantly. “I know, just kidding. Can I trust you? Would you rather have a blowjob instead? I do have a medical fetish. That's why I have my own exam room. I'd need an enema. Can you give a good enema?” “I've never done it before but I'm more than willing to return the favor you've done for me,” he said sarcastically. “OK, so what is your real name? That Willy P. as in 'will he pee' thing was funny and you took it well.” “It's Jeff and, yes, I caught the play on sounds the first time you said it,” he giggled, “I knew you were my kind of girl then.” “OK, I'm worn out. I think we should get some sleep!” she said as she turned off the light. Jeff was out quickly. The events of the day had worn him out quite thoroughly. He did not even protest not getting a fresh diaper change before sleeping. The next morning, he was awakened to the smell of bacon and coffee. As he rolled out of the strange bed, he remembered he was at Rachel's house. When he stood, he was acutely aware of what had happened to his diaper overnight. His crotch containment must have weighed five pounds! He waddled into the kitchen to see Rachel in a oversized t-shirt cooking. “Good morning droopy diapers!” she chuckled. “Well, it is your fault. Fantasy or not, I never really wanted this, at least not all of it,” he said as he cocked his head. “At least now you know. Have breakfast and I'll get you changed and fix your leaky butt!” He gingerly sat on the chair at the island and felt the back of his diaper squish and shift. He just closed his eyes and prayed this was the last messy diaper she made him endure. She kept pouring him juice and coffee and it dawned on him, she was trying to make sure he stayed wet all weekend! “OK, I'm full. Do you want help cleaning up the dishes before you change me out of this mess of a diaper?” he asked. She nodded, “Sure, you can load the dishwasher while I put away the leftovers.” Between the two of them, it was quick work and they were off to the exam room to take care of business. He was on the table, legs in stirrups and she untaped the near capacity diaper. She cleaned up and left him just on an underpad for the next step. “This may take a bit since the glue normally takes a few days to dissolve on its own. The solvent should work but let me know if you feel any pain,” she said as she dabbed cotton balls of the stuff on his bottom. “Ouch!” he said just as she pulled the hollow plug out of his hole! “All done!” as she deposited the used hole into the trash, “Now I'll clean you up and get you a fresh diaper. I have blue, white and animal prints. What's your preference?” He smiled at her, “Whatever you like. Apparently, I'm just here to keep you happy!” “OK, a plain white one for the day!” she said, “By the way, I thought about what you asked and if you'll give me an enema this evening, we'll try some anal.” He need not answer, his manhood spoke for him as he blushed when she giggled. Once safely back into diapers, they adjourned to the bedroom for a mid morning sexy wrestling match. It was odd for him to not have penetration but he managed to come with her so that was rewarding despite that one little technicality. After that, she took a shower and dressed for lunch. The white diaper didn't hold as much and she took him out of the diaper while he was in the shower so he could clean up as well. When he shut the water off, his plumbing kept going, drip, drip, drip. She was waiting, “Need a hand?” as she held out a big, thick blue diaper! He dried off best he could and stood as she fastened the diaper on him from behind, the diaper trapped between them. “Should I ask how many times you've done this?” he pondered out loud. “I don't mind,” she said, “You're my third victim in as many years.” “And how long did these previous relationships last,” he asked. “The first was two months and the second was six months,” she answered before asking, “How about you? How many girls have diapered you?” “This is the first!” he said, “You popped my cherry!” “Mmm, I aim to please!” she said with a rub to the front of his diaper. She had washed his clothes he arrived in while he showered though his pants wouldn't fit over the blue puffy diaper. Instead, she had a pair of slacks he wore and his shirt as they walked to a little pub on the corner. That was the great thing about downtown, lots of things within walking distance and alcohol was not a problem. Though he was used to wetting his diaper, he was almost accustomed to wetting it without his control. The stent removed all willful resistance to his use of diapers for the intended purpose though he was glad to have regained full control of his bowels. After lunch, they walked through the park holding hands. They leisurely found a bench to people watch a bit. Jeff thought how good it felt to have someone that shared his secret and didn't mind his fetish. To know she had fetishes of her own was a relief. She nudged him and whispered in his ear, “The woman in the pink dress, she's wearing a diaper.” He whispered back, “How can you tell? I don't see it.” “Two things, one she crinkled when she walked by like she had a shopping bag in her pocket and second the wind caught her skirt and I could see 'Attends' down her butt!” said Rachel. He giggled, “Do you see diapered people everywhere?” “You'd be surprised,” she said, “More women than men but women can hide it easier.” He considered her statement, “Have you ever had a woman playmate?” She looked him in the eye with a wry grin, “Are you looking for a threesome? No, I'm into men that can't get into me.” After an afternoon in the park and with fading light, they headed back to Rachel's house and Jeff commented that he thought he was due a change soon as well. She agreed and patted his bottom. Back at the house, she left him in the living room while she went to the exam room alone. She asked him to wait 10 minutes then follow her up. He looked a magazines and pondered the capacity of his diaper while waiting. Once the 10 minutes were up, he entered the exam room to find she was the one on the exam table. She smiled at him and pointed to the cabinets and drawers. She directed him to the anal speculum kits, the enema bag and the IV pole. He dutifully listened to her commands and got the temperature just as she asked before mixing in a packet of salt and baking soda into the bag. He attached the hose to the speculum, burped the air and hung it on the IV pole to push over near her. Then he helped her out of her skirt and found she was not wearing any panties. Instead she had a white diaper with a hole cut where the butt was. He felt the front of his soaked diaper expand. She pointed to the box of gloves and the tube of lubricant. He snapped on the gloves and from her smile, he could tell that she was indeed a medical fetish lover. He applied the jelly to the speculum and took a squirt of it onto his fingers that he worked into her bottom through the hole in the diaper. She squirmed and bit her lip as he did. She was enjoying this more than he was. He told her he was ready to insert the speculum and she nodded with a grin. She was relaxed and ready as it slipped right in without any need for more attempts. He clicked the clamp and allowed her to start filling. She asked him to slow it down a bit and he did. She smiled and asked him to fill another bag. He complied and by the time he had the second bag filled, he saw her belly was quite full and the bag was sucked dry. She told him not to release waste valve yet, just change bags and she'd tell him when to release it. He did as requested and set the flow on a low setting. She took almost half of the second bag before she told him to stop and release the valve. From this angle, Jeff could tell she was really in to it and he started massaging her clit through the diaper. Her eyes lit up and she told him to close the valve and let the last bag finish! He was hard as could be and could tell how turned on she was. He worked her up to almost climax and she told him to hold off and start again when he opened the valve after the bag emptied. When the second bag had finally deflated and he opened the valve, he also massaged her slit and she came with such force that the exhaust hose visible jumped with each pulse. Beads of sweat where on her forehead and she was spent. His diaper strained to gain room for his manhood. Between breathes she asked him to leave the speculum in place but hang the bag to dry. She excused herself while he was cleaning up and returned a moment later. “I've never tried this before, a diaper with a hole, but I thought we would give it a try,” said Rachel, “There is only a hole for my bottom! This should keep you honest!” She pulled off his gloves and escorted him to the bedroom. She had already put down a waterproof bed protector. She stood there and pulled off her top and unbuttoned his pants. They fell to the ground and he stepped out of them. She fell back onto the bed. His diaper would not hold much longer! She drew him closer with her finger and released the top tapes on his diaper. His member sprang free! She tore open a condom and slipped it awkwardly over his dribbling penis. He could tell her bottom had been well lubricated already from the excess around the hole in the diaper she wore. She tied the headboard silk ropes around her ankles to give Jeff a perfect angle on her behind. He touched the head of his cock to her rosebud through the hole and massaged her clit through the thick diaper meant to keep him out of her too tight pussy. She rocked against his head, each time stretching her rosebud out a little more until it slipped inside. He eased it in and out a bit more and retreated until he had finally made a full stroke! He was buried deep in her ass and it felt good. The smile on her face told him she was enjoying it as well. He continued to massage her clit, causing her to flex her buttocks, making him harder and closer to coming with each clench. She grabbed his soggy buttocks and pulled him closer to her diapered bottom, plunging him as deep as possible inside her bottom and he could take no more! He erupted into her colon, causing her to come as well. She clenched and bucked on his member until they were both spent. He pulled out of her, dizzy from the exertion. She untied her legs and they fell onto the bed with a crinkly thud. “OH MY GOD!” she said with a gutteral roar, “Baby was that good for you?” Jeff looked up from the pillow his face was buried into, nodded and dropped his head back into the pillow. They lay like that for several minutes when she rolled up and looked around. “Come on, we have to get you into a clean diaper!” as she swatted his half diapered bottom. A wet spot had already formed under him on the bed protector. He pulled the front of his diaper back up and followed her to the exam room. She disposed of the condom, put a fresh diaper under him and kissed him as she taped it up. “I must say, I have never had anal sex, sex in a diaper and certainly never had anal sex with a woman in a diaper as well!” said Jeff. “This is going to be hard to top!” “Really? That was a first for me as well. I think I like it back there! Maybe next time I'll be on top. How would you like that?” she asked. He pulled her to him, “I'm up for it!” She wiped the wetness of the back of her diaper where the hole was cut, “Now, take a piece of that tape and cover the hole in my diaper. I'll join you in sleeping diapered tonight.” “You will?” he said has he smiled at her with her bottom facing him. He dutifully taped up her diaper hole and hugged. They prepared for bed and slept well into Sunday morning before they stirred. She awoke first with him waking soon afterwards. He instinctively checked his diaper, soaked as expected. Then he ran his hand over her diaper. Sadly, it was not wet. “I'm sorry. Let's see if we can fix that,” she said as she placed his hand between her legs. He felt the warmth as she relieved her bladder into her diaper. It was a long one as it was her first of the day. He rubbed her slippery diaper against her mound and she ground her bottom into his crotch. She came first as he continued to crinkle their diapers together until he too joined her in ecstasy. “You know what a girl likes, Jeff!” she said lazily, “Do you want to go out for brunch?” “Yes, but you have to wear a diaper too!” he said as he rolled her to face him and kissed her. “So, you think you can make demands of me?” she said, raising her eyebrows. He sheepishly tried to keep smiling, “If you want to, of course. I, on the other hand, have no choice!” She kissed him as she rolled on top of him, her hand on his soggy, diapered member, “And don't you forget it! Now, get some clothes on and let's get some brunch!” He dressed over his moderately wet diaper and she pulled a short skirt over her freshly peed diaper. It wasn't full but he wondered how she would keep it from showing her diaper as it was quite short. At least he had dark trousers. Her diaper was wet enough that the wetness indicator had changed to blue and the clear packing tape covered a rather obvious hole in the back. Nobody would mistake it for underwear! At least her blouse would draw attention away from other areas with the tight show of cleavage. They left, arm in arm, and headed to one of the many eateries in the district. They smelled bacon and steered into that place. It wasn't very crowded at the moment and they took a seat outside. It was a cozy table, almost knee to knee. She turned her coffee cup over, as did Jeff, as the waiter strolled toward them with a piping hot pot of Columbia's finest. We had two cups each before our food was brought. I had French toast, scrambled eggs and bacon, she had a bran muffin, orange juice and sausage. We leisurely dined, shot each other knowing glances as the liquids did their number on me and my already wet diaper. I could only imagine what she was feeling. I hoped she was enjoying it. After an hour of chit chat and people watching, we paid our bill and returned toward her house. Along the way we sat for a moment on a park bench. It was then I could tell my diaper was quite wet and heavy. It is a credit to her diaper selection that it was not leaking. Suddenly, she stood up and whispered a bit strained to me, “We need to leave, NOW!” I wasn't sure what her urgency was but I didn't hesitate to follow her lead. She walked a bit funny and I couldn't quite put my finger on it but she was now at a brisk pace. “What's the matter?” I genuinely asked. “Coffee! Makes me go!” she said through clenched teeth. I stopped and cackled for a second, Miss Rachel was about to mess her diaper! She shot me a look that let me know she was serious. “By all means, lets not waste any time,” I said, trying to stifle another snicker. She stopped twice on the walk back to hold her tummy and clench her bottom. I wasn't sure if she was successful or not. Part of me wanted to see what happened when the one in charge lost control. We were within sight of her house when I noticed her quivering lip and her closed eyes. I took her hand and led her toward the front door. She never said a word but I heard a slight sigh escape her lips and she picked up the pace. It was 50 feet from her front door that Rachel's bowels showed her who was really in charge. She opened the door and immediately pulled me in and slammed the door shut. I was expecting her to run to the bathroom to clean up. Instead, she slid me to the ground and straddled my soggy crotch. She rode both of us to a climax, me in a diaper and her in a messy one. The thought of her so turned on by her own messy diaper really made me feel she wasn't just diaper men for her own entertainment. As soon as she stood, she sighed again and I could here her pee hissing into her soiled diaper. My bladder, still not under my control, was envious. My bowels were starting to feel an urge to void as well. “I'd rather not mess my diaper even if does make you horny,” I looked at her from the floor, “Can I use the toilet and maybe shower?” She had a crooked smile on her face, “Sure, but with one condition. I promised you your bladder control back today. Join me in the exam room.” She held out a hand and I let her help me up. We entered the exam room. I dropped by pants and folded them in the chair. She placed me the stirrups as before. She even strapped me down. I was a bit hurt that she didn't trust me. She could see the look on my face, “This could be a bit intense so I need you to be restrained while I remove the stent in your bladder neck.” I laid back and closed my eyes as she untaped my diaper as I felt the cool air for the first time in a while. I could feel her holding my member as she cleaned it and felt the tool slip deep inside. There was a bit of a pinch and a tug before she pulled that monster out of my bladder. Thank goodness that was over. She looked down upon me in my still restrained state, her diaper starting to smell, “Now, can I trust you? Really? By the way, you'll likely dribble and have accidents for the rest of the day so you'll stay in diapers. But, next, I want us to take a shower if you are honorable.” I nodded in silent compliance. She released my bindings and walked to the shower in her bedroom, stripping off her clothes as she went. By the time I caught up in the shower, she was standing there in nothing but her diaper. She turned on the water to let it warm before untaping her own diaper. It was lowered to the ground and folded so that I didn't see how bad she'd fouled it. Instead she backed into the shower and took the hand wand to rinse off her bottom. After a minute of that she invited me in as well. She playfully pointed the wand at my interested manhood and it felt very sensual. Then she soaped my shaft before turning her back on me and tiptoeing back into me. I could feel her butt cheeks against my firm member. She lathered her hands and put them between us, pulled me down as she leaned forward. As I slid down her butt crack, I suddenly felt her push back and I was deep inside her bottom! She nearly brought me to my knees and then pinned me against the back wall of the shower. Next she took the wand and pointed it between her legs. I could feel the warm, pulsing water massaging my balls! She started moaning as she ground me up. I believe the water was also massaging her clit. When I was about to be able to hold back any longer, I felt her bottom squeeze me and I was finished! She drooped forward and slowly slid me out of her rear. Then she hosed us both off before tip toeing up to kiss me. “You are a great sport, Jeff!” she said, “but you still need a diaper until you can hold your bladder.” We finished washing and she exited first, toweling off her face before handing me a towel. I did her back and she did mine. She was someone I could see me falling for, accepting and willing! She went to retrieve my bag and used one of my diapers now since I was no longer wetting so profusely. She came up behind me, the diaper between us, and slipped the front between my legs. She taped it on very efficiently before pulling away and smacking my thinly diapered bottom. “Did you bring clothes for work tomorrow? You can stay here if you like,” she said, softening a bit. “I didn't think about that,” I said with a frown, “I wish I had.” “Well, we'll have a bite to eat and you are free to go,” she said as she walked to the kitchen naked! I eagerly followed in just my diaper but grabbed a shirt out of my bag as I passed it. She was certainly not hard to follow, a perfect ass that I have been very intimate with. She set about making some spaghetti and garlic bread. We talked while I set out the plates and silverware. Just as I was pouring some wine, she asked me, “So, would you be tempted to return?” I reached my hand across the table to take her hand in mine, “YES!” She smiled at me and a little more forcefully said, “Next time, bring Monday work clothes, as in next Friday!” And that was the first of several visits to Rachel's but that's for another story! The End
  13. Miss Mallory

    Long time lurker, first time writer. Let me know what you think! #### (1.) I really couldn’t afford to complain… I’ll admit that I hadn’t planned on spending my entire summer babysitting Emmy McKale, but I was getting paid an exorbitant amount of money to do so...And considering that I was currently out of a job, well, beggars can’t be choosers. I finished putting the blankets out on the couch--Emmy wasn’t due to arrive for another ten minutes, but her parents had a late flight to catch. I didn’t want to be the lame babysitter who sent her to bed right away on her first night here. It was summer vacation, after all. I’d just finished laying out the snacks when the doorbell rang. I hurried to get across the living room, and banged my shin on the coffee table. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from cursing, and hobbled over to answer the door. “Hey guys!” I said, smiling through the pain. “Hello, Mallory. Thanks for watching Emory for us.” William, Emory’s dad, said, handing me an envelope. “There’s money in here for groceries, activities, pretty much anything you might need while we’re gone. Whatever you don’t spend, you can keep.” “Thanks, Mr. McKale.” “Mallory!” that was all the warning I got before Emory crashed into me at full speed, flinging her arms around my middle. I gave her a good squeeze in return before lifting her onto my hip. “Hey, Emmy! It’s good to see you!” Melanie, Emory’s mom, was struggling to carry all of Emmy’s things, so I put Emmy down to go help her. “Thanks, dear.” she said breathlessly, handing me a large box of what I could now see were diapers. They weren’t real diapers, per se, but those bedwetting pants for kids that call themselves something else so they don’t wreck kids’ self-esteem. All things considered, Emory never really put up much of a fuss when it was time to get ready for bed, and I was grateful; any of the other ten-year-olds I babysat would have had a fit if I so much as mentioned any kind of protection. I looked back over at Emory who had bent down to pick up her bag. Her shirt had ridden up, exposing the waistband of her diaper. If she noticed, she didn’t seem to care. Besides, I thought it was kind of cute anyway. It certainly made my job easier, since she was so accepting of having to wear protection. “You can just put your things in the guest room, Emmy. You remember where it is, right?” Emmy grinned and took off up the stairs. “Yep.” I helped Emory’s mom bring in the rest of her things. By the time we’d finished Emory was back. William looked at his watch. “We should go.” he knelt down and opened his arms to Emmy. Emmy didn’t waste any time leaping into them. “Bye daddy. I love you! Have fun!” “I love you too, sweetheart. Be good for Mallory, okay?” Emmy nodded. “I will!” she said, and moved on to repeat the process with her mother. “Emergency numbers are on the fridge, same as always. We’ll be back in a few weeks.” Melanie lowered her voice and pulled me aside. “Just so you know, Emmy’s bedwetting has gotten worse. The boxes have diapers in them now, we were in a hurry when we packed, so I just threw everything together. There might be a few pull-ups left in there, but make sure she wears the diapers to bed.” I nodded. “Okay. Will do, thanks for the heads-up.” “We’ve had a few daytime incidents, too. It’s usually when she’s distracted, so please remind her to go potty.” I nod. I normally get this kind of thing from my younger kids’ parents, but with the money I was making, I wasn’t about to complain. Emmy wasn’t that much bigger than some of my six-year-olds, now that I thought about it... Melanie reached out to hug me. “We love you too, you know.” My face heated up. “Thanks. I love you guys too. Be safe, and happy anniversary.” Melanie smiled and followed her husband toward the door. Emory was too short to see out the window of the storm door, so I lifted her onto my hip so we could wave to her parents as they drove away. I could feel that her diaper was pretty wet, and I wondered why she hadn’t said anything. “Do I have to go to bed soon?” Emmy asked. “You know I’m not that lame. You can stay up for a bit, but first, you need a diaper change.” “But, I’m not even that wet!” Emmy protested. “I don’t know about that...Besides, you didn’t speak up and tell me you were wet, and I’m not having you get diaper rash on my watch, missy.” She was usually really well-behaved, but I knew from experience that she wasn’t above making a break for it if she thought she could get away with it. “Let’s go, munchkin.” Emmy pouted, and her big brown eyes almost made me reconsider. Almost. “Nice try, kiddo. But, that doesn’t work on me.” I headed up the stairs to the guest room and laid Emmy down on the guest bed. Her diaper was even more wet than I’d thought, I discovered, once I started changing her, and I didn’t think it would’ve taken much more before leaking. “‘Not that wet’, huh?” I wondered, tickling her a little so she knew I wasn’t upset. She squirmed and I let up before I ended up having to change the sheets on the bed too. “Sorry. Guess I wasn’t paying attention.” Emmy said, refusing to make eye contact with me. I brushed some long brown hair out of her eyes. I didn’t totally buy it, but it wasn’t worth making a big deal out of it. “It’s alright, I’m not mad. Try to remember to tell me when you need changing, okay? Otherwise I’m gonna have to start checking for myself.” “Okay,” Emmy said, sitting up once I’d finished. She scampered over to her suitcase and took out a footed sleeper. “I got new pajamas!” She said. “Can you help me with them?” I suspected that she didn’t really need help, but I didn’t have the heart to deny her if such a simple thing would make her happy. Internally, I knew that the pajamas would probably just get in the way if she woke up in the middle of the night and had to go to the bathroom, but she was in diapers anyway, so I wasn’t going to dwell on it. I’m such a pushover… She looked absolutely adorable in her pjs, which did nothing at all to hide her diapered state. “Feel like doing anything in particular?” I asked. “I wanna play Overwatch.” Emmy said. “I brought my PS4.” “Okay. Do you need help setting it up?” Emmy shook her head. “Nope. I can do it.” “Okay. Mind if I keep you company? Emmy smiled. “Sure! Can I have a snack?” “I think that can be arranged. How about some chips and pretzels?” I wasn’t in the mood to start fussing around in the kitchen, since it was so late, and I hoped that those would be enough. “That sounds good to me.” Emmy said. “I’m gonna go set my game up. You should play too; it’s fun.” I shrugged. “We’ll see,” I had enough trouble getting to sleep without overstimulating my brain. But, I hadn’t played video games in a while, and the offer was tempting. I went to scrounge for suitable snack food, while Emmy set up her game. She was faster than I expected she would be, and she was already getting started by the time I got to the living room, arms laden with plunder from the kitchen. “Get on the point, guys!” She snapped into her headset--it took me a minute to realize that she was talking to someone. “Relax.” I said, a little more sternly than I meant to. “It’s just a game.” Emmy sighed and folded her arms as the word ‘defeat’ flashed up on the screen in bright red letters. “Tough luck,” I said, and patted her back. “You’ll get ‘em next time.” Emmy angrily crunched into a pretzel and pouted. “Do you want to play? You don’t have to play in Competitive matches if you don’t want to. Those can get pretty intense.” “Why not? Think I’ll stick with the small fish though.” I said, and she passed me the controller. The controls were pretty straightforward, and although the other team wiped the floor with me several times--I don’t think I got a single kill--it was fun. It was easy to see how someone could get addicted to this kind of thing. It wasn’t my cup of tea, but if I had nothing else to do, it was a nice way to kill time. Emmy squirmed next to me. At first, I thought that she was just anxious to get back to the game. Then, when I heard the subtle crinkling of her pull-up, I realized that there was a much more obvious explanation. “Do you need to go to the bathroom?” “Nope, I’m alright.” I raised an eyebrow. “If you say so…” I passed her the controller. I focused most of my attention on the screen, but I was still watching Emmy out of my peripheral vision. I’d been babysitting enough to know that the ‘potty dance’ never really changes; kids just get better at hiding it as the get older. Another thing I learned was to trust my gut. And right now, my gut was telling me that everything about Emmy’s posture screamed: I really have to pee! “Okay,” I said as my latest foray into the gaming world ended with another stomping. “Time for a potty break.” “I don’t even have to go!” Emmy protested. She looked a little embarrassed. “You do so,” I countered. “You’ve been squirming non-stop for the past five minutes. Even if you don’t think you need to go, I want you to try anyway.” Emory huffed. “Fine.” She must have needed to go worse than she thought, because as soon as she stood up, she let out a little gasp and sprinted for the bathroom. I laughed a little to myself. Emmy came back and sat down on the couch. “Did you make it okay?” Emmy nodded. “Let’s check. Just to be sure.” “I don’t need you to check me,” Emmy whined. “Well, if you had told me you were wet earlier, I wouldn’t feel like I needed to. Besides, if you’re dry, I don’t have anything to worry about, right?” “Right,” Emmy didn’t look at me. I knew then what I was going to find, and I was a little annoyed that she lied, but I decided to give her another chance to come clean. “Is there something you wanna tell me?” I asked. Emmy shook her head. “Are you sure?” Emmy nodded. The silence was another giveaway, but even so, I went as slowly as possible as I unzipped her pjs. As I suspected, she was soaked. “Sweetheart,” I began gently. “What happened?” “I tried. I really did…” Emmy croaked, and burst into tears. “It’s okay, little one.” I said, pulling her close. “I’m not mad.” Privately, I was a little irritated. As much as I wanted to give Emmy the benefit of the doubt, all the evidence for this particular accident pointed to laziness rather than any physical problem. Still, Emmy’s mom had warned me that they’d been having some daytime issues, and I knew it wouldn’t be fair of me to hold Emmy completely responsible. But, I didn’t want to let her off the hook scot-free either… “It’s no big deal,” I told her. “Just try to pay more attention next time, okay?” “‘Kay. I’m sorry.” Emmy said quietly. I pressed a kiss to her forehead. “It’s okay. I think it’s just about bedtime, though. Do you want to take a bath now, or do you normally take care of that in the morning?” Emmy shrugged. I sighed and lifted Emmy onto my hip when I stood up. “Well, since you don’t know, I think we’d be better off doing it now. A nice, warm bath might help you relax.” Emory didn’t say anything back. She just hummed and rested her head on my shoulder. I patted her bottom, more out of instinct than anything else. I hadn’t meant to call attention to the state of her pull-up, at least not more than I had already; but it couldn’t be helped. I ended up doing most of the work in the bathroom. Emmy just sort of zoned out and plonked herself down in the tub. “Emmy, you’re getting a rash.” I said. Maybe it was for the best that I was doing the scrubbing, since I might not have found out about it until it got much worse. “You need to tell me when you need changing.” I reminded her. I figured that it had already started before she came over, but I didn’t want it getting worse. Emmy just nibbled on her thumb. “I wish you’d tell me what’s bothering you.” I said, since it was obvious that something was on her mind. “I don’t know...I just feel off.” Emmy said. “Do you think you’re getting sick?” I reached out to feel her forehead. She didn’t seem feverish. Emmy shook her head. “I don’t know how to explain it.” “Hmm.” I was at a loss. I couldn’t do much if Emmy didn’t tell me what was wrong. “I think you’re just tired.” I pulled the plug on the drain and wrapped Emmy in a big, fluffy towel. I thought it was strange that she hadn’t offered even token resistance to me babying her since her accident. In truth, I’d been hoping for some kind of reaction, but at the same time, her being so docile was making my job easier. Emmy didn’t fight me when it was time to put her diaper on, and she was small enough that moving her around wasn’t too much of a chore. “Good night, Emmy.” I told her, once she was tucked in. “I’ll be right down the hall if you need anything.” “Night, Mallory.” Emmy answered. “Could you leave the door open a little?” “Sure thing, munchkin. Sweet dreams.” It only took me a few seconds to cross the room, but in the thin strip of light that washed over the bed, I could see that Emmy was already asleep.
  14. Has anyone ever messed without diapers on? Like just in pants?
  15. Staying with my Aunt Sharon

    As mom got in the car she said, "be a good boy for your Aunt Sharon!" I was sad and had been crying at the thought of my mommy being away for a whole week. "We will have so much fun!", my aunt consoled. It was certainly not easy for a 5 year old boy to be in a strange place for a whole week. I continued to pout as mommy drove away. "Let's go in and get a snack," Sharon said as she carried my suitcase and put my mom's quilted, baby blue bag over her shoulder. I agreed and took her hand. I enjoyed the graham crackers and apple juice she gave me and I was getting more comfortable. After finishing, she turned on the TV and I sat in a beanbag chair and watched my favorite cartoons, bugs and daffy made me almost forget mommy had left. As I sat and watched I started needing to pee. I didn't know where the potty was and I didn't always make it on time even at home. Aunt Sharon asked me if I needed to potty right after my snack but I didn't need to go then. I kept watching TV. Roadrunner was on and he was my favorite. I waited to long and soon felt a warmness on my crotch and bottom. I kept watching TV. Aunt Sharon came to check on me. She soon noticed my pants were wet. "Uh oh, Dougie, looks like you tee-teed in your pants. Let's get you cleaned up." She led me by the hand around the corner into a bedroom. My suitcase and quilted bag were on the dresser. She went to a closet and took out a plastic mat. It crinkled as she spread it on the bed. She lifted me up and laid me on the mat on my back. She took a round plastic canister of wipes out of the bag along with a light blue pair of my cloth trainers. She pulled of my shorts and I looked down to see that the pair of thick white trainers I was wearing were soaked and not near as warm as before. "You are a wet little boy!" she said pleasantly as she pulled off my trainers. I flinched as she wiped my genitals and bottom with the cold wipe. She looked at me and smiled. "Sometimes we have accidents, it's ok!" "Tell Aunt Sharon when you need to tee-tee next time. She finished wiping me down then slipped on the blue trainers and a pair of green shorts from my suitcase. "Now, then, all clean!" she said as she helped me off the bed. She rolled up the mat with my wet clothes inside and led me off to the living room. She took the mat to the washroom. I watched TV and soon forgot about my accident. She came back in the room and asked me. "Do you need to go potty?" "We have some errands to run". I shook my head no. She said, "Let's go try". and she led me to the bathroom then sat me on the potty. I tried and I pooted a couple of times but I couldn't go. She left and went across the hall into the bedroom. She returned with a pair of plastic pants. "Let's put these on just in case", she said as she took off my shorts. She pulled the plastic pants over my training undies and pulled my shorts back up. "Tell me if you need to potty," she reminded me. We loaded into her station wagon and she strapped me in the back seat opposite of her. She gave me a few books to read while we drove. We first pulled through the bank and I was given a sucker. It was orange, not my favorite but I happily sucked on it anyway. We went in the grocery store and she asked me if I wanted to ride in the basket seat. I nodded Ok and she asked me again if I needed to potty. I said I didn't. We left the grocery and went into McDonalds. I had a hamburger and some fries. She said,"You can play on the playground awhile if you want". I happily agreed and she read a magazine she picked up in the market. I climbed to the top of the slide and slid down over and over again. I was the only one in the store but I didn't mind. I crawled through the tunnel and swung on the swing. I felt that the inside of my pants had gotten a little wet. I didn't tell auntie though because I wanted to keep playing. By then a mom with two kids had come to the playground. She had a small baby and a toddler. We played and had a good time. I crawled back in the tunnel. It was nice and dark and I stood on my knees very quietly. My tummy growled and I pooted again. I stayed motionless. I pooted again and pushed. I could feel poopy filling up the seat of my pants. I pushed again and more poots produced more poo on top of the warm sticky ball already in the seat of my pants. I stood up and waddled to the side of the tunnel, still out of sight of my auntie and the mother. The mother called to her toddler, "Shawn, come see mommy". I peeked around the side of the tunnel as she asked, "do you have poo poo?" and checked his diaper. "I sure thought I smelled poo" and she checked the baby. "Hmmm you're clean, too". Aunt Sharon looked up from her magazine. "Dougie, come here please". She shook her head as I waddled towards her. She said to the mother "I think this is our culprit". I looked down and stuck my fingers in my mouth, something I did when I was nervous or shy about something. She stood up as I approached and leaned over my shoulder and pulled back the waistband of my shorts and pants. "Yep, he has dirty britches" She confirmed. The mom looked a little shocked that a boy my age would still be pooping in his pants. "Time to go now" she said as she grabbed her purse and led me toward the door. We approached the station wagon and she opened the back tailgate. She move a few things out of the way as I stood next to the back fender with the open gate shielding us. She grabbed my bag from the back seat. she opened the wipes and put them on the ground and placed the bag in the back area. She took my shorts off with out removing my shoes. I stood there in only a tee shirt, plastic pants and trainers she pulled some wipes from the canister. She carefully pulled down the plastic layer. "You're wet too" she said to herself. "I thought we were going to tell auntie when we needed to potty!", she scolded. "And I just asked you a few minutes ago" I looked down and continued to suck my fingers. My pants were at my ankles and I could see that poop filled the entire bottom of my pants. She reached over me and wiped my bottom, dropping the dirty wipe into the seat of the dirty underwear. She wiped two more times and then pulled the dirty pants off, removing the unders from the shorts. Bare-bottomed, she led me around the tailgate into open view and lifted me into the back of the station wagon. She took another pair of underwear from the bag and pulled my green shorts back on. "We need to make another stop",she said sternly. "You are out of plastic pants, Do you think you can keep from wetting your pants for a few minutes?" I didn't say anything as we rode. I kept sucking my fingers. "you shouldn't put your fingers in your mouth!" auntie warned. "I shouldn't be surprised though", she said under her breath. We stopped at an Eckerd drug store and we went in. We found our way to the baby aisle. "here's what we need" She said as she found the largest size Pampers. She continued shopping, selecting some Desitin ointment and a bottle of baby powder. We carried them to the counter and headed home. As soon as we arrived home she took me inside, without even unloading her shopping bounty. She again took me into the bedroom. "Little boys that wet and mess their britches need diapers", she said as she again took off my pants and underwear. She also pulled off my tee shirt as I laid on the bed naked. She lifted my legs and slipped the diaper under me. She pulled up the front and taped it on. "Now we won't need to worry" she said matter of factly. "Naptime" she said as she laid me on the bed. I fell asleep right away and woke up to a soaked diaper. I walked into the kitchen where Aunt Sharon was making dinner. "That is one wet diaper!" she said as she looked at me. She didn't bother taking me to the bedroom. I saw that the Pampers were now in the corner of the living room. She changed me quickly right in the floor. A week went by and I didn't use the potty once. When mommy returned, Aunt Sharon told her that she had put me in diapers. "I have been thinking about doing it anyway", she told Sharon. Dougie obviously isn't ready to be a big boy!
  16. It's A Big Decision

    Chapter One "It's a big decision," Claire's mother worriedly commented. "Are you sure it's something you want to do at your age?" she asked, knowing that the answer would be the same as last time, and every time before that, ever since Claire had informed Kathy of her intentions six months ago. "Ugh, yes mum," the nineteen-year-old whined from the other room, exactly as Kathy expected. "Besides," Claire continued, lowering her voice to room temperature as she lugged a box into the kitchen, "It'll only be sixth weeks at a time, at least at first." Claire dropped the large brown cardboard box on the table with what she hoped would be a conversation-ending thud, but was disappointingly a merely a muffled comma. Her mother looked up from her rapidly cooling cup of tea, and was about to begin a new tack when Claire cut her off: "Anyway, it's not like they don't have the internet in Germany! And you know I'll always be a few hours flight away." It was the trip of a lifetime, and what's more, it tied into her studies at university, and so would even count towards her degree! She certainly wasn't going to let her neurotic mother get in the way. Kathy had always been more than a little nervous about Claire's various escapades, even something as little as a sleepover with school friends. Of course, Kathy had a little more reason to be worried than most parents. Claire had been, until the age of about 14, what they used to euphemistically call a 'bedwetter', but in the last few years had become known as 'wetters'. As it became clear that the new generation was increasingly likely to be only fully out of diapers by five, and a significant minority of about 20% were in need of night-time diapers until mid-adolescence, new phrases had begun to creep into common usage. The Government initially used the term "incontinence sufferers", but this was rapidly thrown out by the younger generation as patronising. They then moved onto "those who use toilets less", until settling for the simple, catch-all phrase "diaper wearers". Never one to miss an opportunity, of course, the diaper industry had thrived with this increase in marketing potential. Claire remembered the old "Drynites" brand vaguely, and shuddered at the thought of the unfortunate souls who had to wear them. Flimsy, low-capacity and small, they were quickly replaced by increasingly large sizes of baby diapers, and by the time Claire had finally outgrown her bedwetting, most large supermarkets sold tape-up diapers all the way up to a 32" waist, with capacity and print variations to suit plenty of tastes. Kathy's concern for her daughter was more of a hangover from the perceptions of bedwetters from her day - Claire would always tell her not to worry, as usually at least one other girl would be in diapers at any sleepover. Kathy, however, worried nonetheless, and Claire was quietly grateful. It was better, she thought, to have a mum who cared too much, instead of too little. So, 5 years free from diapers, Claire was here, packing for her first big trip abroad - six weeks working at the University in Cologne! Claire opened the large brown box and began placing its contents on the kitchen table. Books, pencil cases, protractors, notepaper - it was all here, stationary she hadn't needed since school days, neatly packed away by Kathy. Kathy, oblivious to Claire's silent thanks, began to fuss, "Well don't get it all out here! Take it up to your room, that's where your clothes and suitcases are!". Knowing she was right, Claire grunted in annoyed approval and began to quickly place the items back in the box. As she threw in the last pencil case, she felt her hand brush up against a familiar surface - a sort of fine cotton - but ironically she couldn't quite put her finger on what it reminded her of. Eager to escape her now irritated mother, she bustled upstairs, trying hard not to drop her now unbalanced box of school things as she went. Laying the stationary out on the slightly dusty floor of her bright, modern bedroom, she began to make piles - "take", "keep", and "throw away". Ikea pencils went in "throw away", treasured teenage doodles went in "keep", and her best pens went in "take", ready to packed off to Germany. As she reached the bottom of the box, having filled the "keep" pile far larger than her mother would have liked, Claire's hand again brushed up against that family fabric. Curious, she looked into the box. There, at the bottom in the corner, was a solitary diaper. It was clearly unused, and it was clearly hers - first, it was covered in a little blue flower pattern, and second, it looked about the size and thickness of a small parcel, certainly big enough for her 24" waist. Her heart beating imperceptibly faster, Claire reached down and picked it up. First, she went to put it into the throw away pile, "After all," she reasoned to herself, "No one would want one old diaper, and I certainly don't need it". But she stayed her hand, and placed it down in the "keep" pile. "Who knows," she though, "I might need it in the future - maybe I'll get the flu, and won't be able to make it to the toilet". She stood up, and was about to go downstairs when the blue and white diaper, perched on a pile of half-used school books and potentially useful post-it notes, caught her eye one more time. "Well, if I am going to be in Germany for 6 weeks, why wouldn't I need it then? Besides, I don't know what exactly the diaper situation is over there, so it may be the only thing I can find." To be on the safe side, then, she moved it to the "take" pile, ready to be packed. But first she went down stairs for a nice cup of tea.
  17. Melinda Gets Her Bottom Changed This is a spin off of Melissa gets Her Bottom Changed. The author of it dropped off the face of the earth without so much as an ending unfortunately. I do recommend reading what he did write since it's really good. http://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/25526-melissa-gets-her-bottom-changed/ This is my first story so any criticism is welcomed. Anyway, without further a do. Chapter 1. Melinda was an average teenage girl. She was 17 with her birthday only a few months away. She stood at 5 feet 3 inches and had long flowing blonde hair. Her chest wasn't anything special but her backside was to kill for. All the men drooled over her and she knew it. She was very popular in her high school and had the group of bratty girlfriend's to go with it. But there was one thing different about her that no one, not even her closest friends knew. Melinda loved to wear and use diapers. She would often drive home in her sporty 5.0 mustang her daddy bought her, sneak into her little brothers room and steal a few diapers. She might have been spoiled but this wasn't something she could just have her parents buy for her. She loved to slip on a pull up when she was desperate to pee and just fill it to the max and sometimes over. She would do this before a shower so she didn't get caught and could avoid messes. During this is where we shall join her. Melinda just finishes Peeing and leans back on the toilet, sighing in relief. "Ohhh that feels good." She had turned on the shower beforehand to make sure no one heard her Peeing as these pull ups tend to be loud. Just then, she gets a knock on the door. "Honey, are you still in the shower? I got to go to the bathroom real bad!" Crap! It's her mom! She quickly stripped off the now soaked pull up and three it inside the cabinet under the sink and hopped in the shower. "Yes mom! Don't worry, I'm covered!" "Oh thank god." Her mom comes in and frantically pulls her pants down and sits on the toilet just as she bursts. "I didn't think I was gonna make it for a minute there." Melinda didn't respond. She was too busy thinking what would happen if her mom had just burst in without asking. "She would be so angry." She thought. Meanwhile, her mother had finished and was getting up when she noticed the cabinet door slightly open, so she peeked inside and was shocked at what she saw. "Oh my..." To be continued? Chapter 2. "Oh my..." her mother said quietly. "Again." She quietly took the pull up out and left the bathroom, leaving Melinda to finish showering. When Melinda heard her mom leave, she started to relax and by the time she finished showering, she had forgotten about the pull up. She dries herself off and slipped the towel around her body before leaving the bathroom and to her own room a few doors down. As she put her clothes on, she thought how much better it be if she was putting on a big diaper instead of panties. She sighed to herself and got out her homework. As she was studying, she heard her little brother in the next room over playing. Her little brother was 5 years old and loved to play. So much so that he would pout if he didn't get his toys. He also was slow with potty training and their parents were having a hard time getting him to the bathroom in time. Melinda sat there listening to him play and wishing she could just sit around and play like a kid again. Instead of doing homework and other grown up things. She was brought back to the now when she heard her mother call for dinner. She got up and realised just then that she needed to pee. "Maybe I can sneak away after dinner," she thought before heading down stairs. Dinner wasn't anything special, and soon she was done and headed back upstairs when her mother called her back down. "Honey, it's your turn to do the dishes." "Yes mom." She bounced a little before heading back to the kitchen. Her need to pee was rising. As she came in, she saw her mother pick up her little brother and check his diaper before carrying him gently to the bathroom for a change. Her mind want back to the diaper she had left in the bathroom. "Oh no! I forgot!" She thought. She quickly washed the dishes that were in the sink and hurried to the bathroom and looked in the cabinet. "Crap! It's gone! No no no this can't be happening..." She said softly. "What am I going to do now? My parents are gonna get so mad!" She sat on the toilet and Peed. All the while, her mind freaking out. After a moment of sitting there, she began to think. She will just have to see what happens. It's not like she could do anything about it now. She finished up in the bathroom and went into her room and laid on her bed, thinking about everything that happened. As she began to relax, she pulled out her phone and got on instagram. She loved seeing how many followers she had. Over 100 thousand of them. Most of them being boys. She loved teasing them. Always making sure she got her butt in the selfies she took. She wondered what then would say if they saw her butt in a big puffy diaper. She giggled at the thought and said out loud, "I'd probably lose all of them haha." She started looking at abdl accounts and started thinking again. One of her oldest dreams was to be babied again. Without a care in the world like her brother. He could sit in the middle of the living room in just his diaper and no one would care. "I can't even imagine what would happen to me if I tried that." She said aloud. But at least her parents didn't say anything about the pull up under the sink. The next morning, Melinda woke to the sound of her alarm going off. She hopped out of bed with an extra pep in her step. This is the last day of school before Christmas break! She took a shower and used the toilet before getting dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast. Her mother was already in the kitchen cooking when she walked in. "Hey sweetie. I made you bacon eggs and French toast. It's on the table." "Thanks mom." She replied as she spotted the food. She ate it quickly before grabbing her keys and heading out the door. And as she drove to school, she thought about her mom. She still hasn't said anything about the pull up. Maybe they don't care after all? Or she could be planning something... Either way, what's going to happen to her during this holiday season.? To be continued.
  18. Witch's Baby

    One day a curious teenager wanders into the woods and fonds a curious cabin. The cabin belongs to a witch! The witch (or wizard!!) a little older than the teen ager. The witch invites the teen in hopes of slowly getting the teenager diaper dependant and like an infant! Does anyone want to be the witch/wizard?
  19. Damsel in Diapers

    When Princess Seraphina's father gets remarried to the Queen of the neighbouring kingdom, Seraphina finally has a new mother. What she doesn't know is that Seraphina, at age 20, is only five years younger than her new mom! Not only that but her mother is a secret magic user. The new queen, and new mother, is horrorfied when Seraphina finds out she can use magic and she tells the whole kingdom. The queen decides to take revenge on her by using her magic to make Seraphina slowly become diaper dependent and mentally regress, this will show her who's in charge! And who her new mommy is. I would like to be Seraphina! Who would like to be the magic step mommy queen?
  20. How many of you diaper lovers or adult babies out there actually USE your diapers? I used to all the time, at least for tinkles, and got to the point where I was even pretty comfortable with wetting in public, as long as I didn't overdo it. I also gave myself enemas or suppositories that forced me to mess pretty frequently, and even did THAT in public a few times! But over time I gradually stopped using them less and less, and now even though I get all dressed up a few nights a week, and am comfortable wearing diapers, sissy clothes, and toys/plugs out in public, I just never wet or mess them anymore.I feel like I'm not being a good baby, and if I'm going to be buying diapers, I need to earn them. So with 12 disposables left in this current pack, I'm looking for instructions as to what I need to do to prove myself, and earn the right to buy the next pack.It's not that I'm totally opposed to wetting or messing, but I just need some encouragement and strict rules. Ideally, I'd love if someone wants to chat with me as I'm completing any tasks to make sure I follow through and don't wimp out.Thanks!Baby Kelsey
  21. Hi, everyone. I just wanted to share a short story from my recent collection of ABDL short stories: The ABDL Trilogy. This is just one of three stories available as a Kindle Ebook. If you enjoy this one, follow the link below to read more. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N6XZ3TH WEEKEND WITHOUT A BATHROOM Jake laid sprawled out on the leather couch in a t-shirt and cargo shorts, staring at his smart phone. As his thumbs ran across the screen, the animation on the game that he was playing was just about the only thing distracting him from his current predicament. To say he was angry and disgruntled would have been an understatement. As he shifted to a more comfortable position, he heard a subtle crinkling under his shorts. He frowned as he felt the thick padding between his legs forcing them apart. At least he was still dry. The only thing Jake hated worse than wearing a diaper was wearing a used diaper. The fact that his diaper was still dry only seemed to affirm his conviction that being forced to wear diapers that weekend was a radical, absurd, and ultimately unfair decision that he was being forced to endure. The moody 19 year old boy on the couch knew full well that the disposable adult diaper he was wearing wasn’t the real reason he was angry. Though it was certainly an ever-present reminder of the people in his life who led him to this point: namely his mother. The woman had left Jake and his 18 year old sister to stay at a family friend’s vacation home for the weekend, as if he and his sister weren’t adults who could look after themselves! Why couldn’t his mom just skip her damn out-of-state conference if she was that worried about them? Their mother always treated the two of them like little children no matter how old they were. The only silver lining was that Jake wouldn’t have to put up with his mother over the weekend. (Though dealing with their family friend Heather was sure to be just as bad.) Hearing the sound of his sister Nicki giggling in the adjacent kitchen was like nails on a chalkboard to him. Heather and Nicki always seemed to get along so well. Jake had been foolishly optimistic to think that Nicki would take his side in arguing that they were old enough to spend one weekend at home by themselves. Sure, their mom worried that Nicki might invite her friends over and throw a crazy party. But it was Jake’s medical condition that was the real deciding factor in their mother’s decision to leave them both at Heather’s house over the weekend. Heather’s four-bedroom vacation home was certainly nice, even luxurious but it was the principle that mattered to him. While Jake would certainly admit that he had a minor medical problem, his mom had always blown it out of proportion. When his diaper had leaked on a family shopping trip a few months ago, his mom became determined to diaper Jake herself since he clearly couldn’t do it properly. It was completely unfair. He was an adult in every sense of the word so why should he have to endure his mother diapering him like a baby? Jake had always used the word “incontinence” to describe his condition, which was the appropriate medical terminology. In contrast, his mom had always used the cringe worthy term “ potty accidents” as if she was talking about a toddler who was still potty training. It was obvious that his mom thought that Jake needed far more care and supervision than he actually did. That attitude of hers naturally led others to think that he needed such care. Heather certainly thought so. It was only Saturday morning now and Jake was determined to stay right there on the couch with his eyes focused on his phone. If Nicki continued chatting with Heather in the other room, he might be able to avoid both of them for most of the time he was there. Sadly, his time alone on the couch didn’t last. Only a few minutes later, Heather and Nicki walked into the living room. “Hey Jake, how are you?” Heather asked in a friendly tone of voice. Jake responded with a pout and a shrug, still staring at his phone. “Well, I think you two kids have been cooped up inside long enough. It’s a gorgeous day outside and I still haven’t finished showing you guys around the property. Your sister thought it would be fun if we all went for a walk.” Heather said. “I think I’ll just stay here.” Jake mumbled. “Ah, come on. It won’t take long. A little exercise won’t kill you.” “I’m fine really.” Jake said, finally looking up at Heather. The blonde woman put her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows as she stood over Jake. “Jake we’re not leaving you here by yourself. What if you had an accident and needed me to change you? Your mom would kill me if I let you get a rash.” “Well um, I would come and find you guys if that happened.” Jake said. “Yeah, right. Jake, you never tell mom when you wet your diaper.” Nicki said, chiming in. Jake said nothing. It was indeed true that there were many times when Jake was just too shy to go to his mother and confess that he had a wet diaper. Much to his chagrin, this led to her ‘diaper checks’ becoming increasingly more common. “I don’t know why everything has to be such a struggle with you, Jake. Can’t you just put your shoes on and come for a quick walk with us?” Heather said. “Come on, Jake. Stop being such a brat.” Nicki said. “Okay, okay! Fine.” Jake groaned, getting up off the couch. “Wait one sec.” Heather said, gently grabbing his arm. Jake groaned, knowing full well what was coming as Heather began unbuttoning his cargo shorts. He frowned as she slipped two fingers into the leg band of his diaper. The fact that she was a few inches taller than him made it easy enough for her to look over his shoulder, pulling back the waistband of his diaper and peeking inside. Nicki stood on the other end of the room watching with a smirk on her face. Jake had never gotten along with his sister and there were times when he was convinced she relished a chance to see her older brother embarrassed like this. “Okay, you’re good.” Heather said. “You know, you could have just asked me.” Jake said with an eyeroll. “I guess I could have… if I could trust you to be honest with me about your diaper.” Heather said. “You might want to bring this just in case.” Nicki said, handing a light blue bag to Heather. “Thanks.” she said, slipping the long strap over her shoulder. Jake despised that awful bag. His mom called it his ‘travel bag’ while Nicki had always called it his ‘diaper bag’ and as much as he hated that term for it, it was certainly appropriate enough. The bag contained several of his disposable diapers, baby wipes, powder, and rash cream. While Jake could understand the practical need for a bag to hold all his supplies, he was furious that his mom had purchased an infant’s diaper bag rather than a discreet backpack or gym bag. Sure, it was unlikely that anyone in a public place would see the bag around his mother’s shoulder and deduce that the teenager beside her was still in diapers. But the bag drew unnecessary attention to Jake’s medical condition. That damn bag seemed to accompany him and his mom on just about any outing outside their house… though it hardly seemed necessary for such a short walk. More and more, Jake was beginning to feel like a helpless infant rather than a 19 year old. Pulling up his cargo shorts, zipping them, and buttoning them up; Jake slipped his shoes on. Within a few seconds, the three of them walked out the front door. Jake squinted in the bright spring sunshine. It was warm out that day but not particularly hot or humid. He was grateful for that. There were many times during the summer when Jake felt uncomfortably hot in his thick disposable diapers. Luckily, when Heather had changed his wet diaper that morning, she had used lots of talcum powder. While Jake hated the babyish smell, it would certainly keep him from getting hot and sweaty. An enormous grassy field stretched out in front of them and a forest of pine trees lay just beyond it. Apparently, Heather had hired help that came to mow her giant lawn once a week during the warmer months. The property around her house was very well manicured, much like Heather herself. Her long blonde hair swaying in the gentle breeze, Heather donned a white tank top and an open plaid shirt over it. Paying little attention to the conversation between Heather and his sister, Jake’s eyes wandered down Heather’s waist. The pair of tight jeans she was wearing showed off her round toned butt. A brown leather belt with a large buckle and a pair of cowboy boots completed the outfit. Jake and Nicki had known Heather practically their entire life. At this point, she must have been a few years over 30 but still looked good for her age. If it weren’t for the fact that Jake hated Heather, he might have almost thought she was hot. She’d purchased her lavish vacation home in a fairly rural neighborhood, her nearest neighbors living over 6 miles away. That suited Jake just fine. At least there would be little risk of him being embarrassed in public or running into anyone they knew over the weekend. In truth, Heather had always been fairly nice to both Nicki and himself. Jake had always been more or less indifferent to her… until this weekend. Heather told their mother that she was happy to have them staying with her but on one condition. Apparently, his mom explained to him that Heather insisted he wear his disposable diapers all weekend without any exceptions while he was staying at her house. Not only that but the toilet would be totally off limits! The woman was crazy, though Jake knew that his mom’s exaggeration of his medical problem had only fed into Heather’s ridiculous terms for them staying with her. It was true that disposable diapers were commonplace in Jake’s house. At night, he always wore disposable diapers as a rule but his mom also insisted on them for longer outings. From shopping trips to restaurants to long car rides, diapers were often a precaution his mother insisted on. At home though, Jake was usually allowed to wear a thin, disposable pull-on style garment and even regular underwear sometimes. Sure, he had occasional accidents but those were usually rare when the bathroom was never more than 10 feet away! So it made absolutely no sense for him to wear diapers at Heather’s house. How could this insane woman expect him to just use his diapers for the entire weekend? Worse yet, how could he be expected to just allow Heather to change his diapers like a baby while he was at her house? The whole thing was like some kind of bad dream. Jake’s argument with his mother earlier in the week was still fresh in his mind. She had calmly explained the situation to him, as if it was somehow nothing out of the ordinary. “Jacob honey, Heather just bought this house and all of her furniture is brand new. This is her home and you need to respect her rules. Here at our house, I’m very lenient with you but its not like I’ve never had to clean up after one of your accidents. Do you remember how long I spent scrubbing the carpet in October after you wet your pants in the living room? And lets not forget your number two accident when we were all out Christmas shopping.” The conversation with his mom turned out to be so mortifying that Jake had to leave the room. It wasn’t as if he was going to persuade his mom to see things his way. Yes, it was true that Jake had accidentally pooped in his diaper once or twice in the last few months when a bathroom wasn’t close enough but it wasn’t a regular occurrence by any means. That was totally different than asking him to use his diaper on purpose when there were three perfectly good bathrooms in Heather’s house! It seemed Heather was stubbornly determined to keep her furniture and her bathroom clean and spotless, even if it came at the expense of Jake’s dignity. Anyway, he just had to get through one weekend. Surely he could do that. While Jake certainly had no desire to be around Heather and Nicki, it wasn’t the only reason he had resisted their invitation to go on a walk. Ever since he had woken up that morning, there was an uneasy, heavy feeling in his stomach that he had been trying to ignore. Jake knew it was unlikely that he could get through the entire weekend without tending to this need but he had to try. He found that if he didn’t walk too fast, the cramps weren’t all that bad. Deliberately lagging behind the two women, he almost seemed to waddle but then again, Jake always walked awkwardly when he was wearing a diaper. At one point, Heather accidentally dropped her house keys in the grass before bending down to pick them up. As she did so, the frills of some black lace rode up above the waistband of her jeans as Jake stared intently. He was surprised to see this older woman wearing such sexy underwear beneath her casual outfit. A few seconds later though, she stood up. As she pulled her jeans up a few inches, Jake’s glimpse of her panties came to an end. The sight had left Jake feeling acutely aware of the soft padding between his legs as he began to get hard in his diaper. She was undeniably hot. Staring at Heather’s ass, he resented the woman more than ever. Using the bathroom was no doubt effortless for Heather but it was a privilege that she refused to extend to him for the entirety of the weekend. She had effectively imprisoned him in his diaper. The simple act of walking around with a bulky diaper under his shorts made Jake feel less assertive, less confident, and less grown up. It changed his very personality. For all intents and purposes, he was a toddler for the weekend. Despite the fact that his mind was wandering, one particular part of his sister’s conversation with Heather caught his attention in that moment. “Seriously, my mom treats me like I’m still a little kid. Its so unfair.” It seemed shocking to think that his younger sister couldn’t see the irony in her statement. “At least she doesn’t make you wear diapers all the time.” Jake sneered. “That is totally not the same thing, Jake. Mom doesn’t make you wear diapers because she’s mean. She makes you wear diapers because you need them.” Nicki said with an eye roll. “But I can use the bathroom. I do it all the time at home!” Jake whined. “Yeah and you have accidents all the time at home too.” “Do not! I hardly ever have accidents at home.” “Whatever.” Nicki said. The fact that Heather was there made Jake especially eager to defend himself. Nicki’s snide comments and her exaggeration of his medical condition were probably just serving to reinforce Heather’s decision for him to be in diapers all weekend. Feeling a dribble of warm pee getting absorbed into the padding of his diaper though, Jake fell silent. While Jake didn’t often have full-blown wetting accidents, it was true that he sometimes dribbled pee. Even so, an occasional few drops of pee didn’t justify putting him in the thickest, most absorbent disposable diaper on the market! If Heather were to check his diaper at that moment, she wouldn’t even be able to tell that he had just peed. “Come on, be nice you two.” Heather said, trying to quell the argument between the two siblings. “Now Jake, you know full well that your mom makes you wear protection because you struggle with incontinence. Its nothing to be ashamed of.” “Yeah but I can use the bathroom. Its not like I need to wear diapers 24/7.” Jake said. “I know you can, sweetie but the fact is that you still have accidents a lot. I figured that you would have at least one or two accidents while you were here this weekend anyway so I told your mom that I wanted you wearing your protection just in case.” “Well, why can’t I at least use the bathroom though? Why do I have to use my diap… I mean uh, protection?” “Jake, your mom already had this conversation with you. I know you think this is unfair but I work from home so I’m going to be taking a lot of calls this weekend and I can’t just drop what I’m doing to help you take off your diaper and rush you to the bathroom at a moment’s notice. It’s just easier for everyone if you use your diaper. Its not like you’ve never used your diapers before.” Heather said. With a groan and a sigh, Jake abandoned his argument. He hated any discussion that involved his diapers but all too often he found himself getting drawn into such discussions when he tried to defend himself. Much like his mother, there was no hope of persuading Heather. A few seconds later, a sudden cramp forced Jake to hunch over slightly. Clenching his butt cheeks through the padding of his diaper, he was content to remain silent and allow Heather and his sister to continue chatting. Jake figured it would probably be better if he focused all his energy on holding in his impending bowel movement. “Anyway, we were talking about me, remember?” Nicki said. “Okay, okay, calm down. What were going to say, Nicki?” Heather said. “I mean, I’m 18 years old. I’m going to be graduating high school in a few months and I still have an 11:30 curfew on the weekends.” “I’m sure your mother just wants you to stay out of trouble.” “Its not just that. I had this huge argument with her the other day about how she doesn’t want me wearing thongs. Like seriously, how is my underwear any of her business?” Jake shook his head but said nothing. For quite some time, their mother hadn’t allowed Nicki to wear thongs. Nicki complained constantly about the cotton panties that their mother purchased for her, derisively referring to them as “granny panties”. When their mother discovered two thongs and a skimpy black G-string in the laundry a few weeks ago, she wasn’t too happy. Usually Jake could care less about whatever kind of petty dispute Nicki happened to be having with their mom at any given moment. That particular dispute though just made him think about his own ‘underwear’. It was depressing to think that his younger sister was arguing about what style of underwear she was allowed to wear while Jake was fighting with his mom about wearing diapers. He couldn’t figure out why his sister would want a thin strip of fabric up her butt… though it was disheartening to think how easy it was for her to keep her own butt clean enough to have such an option. “Nicki, you know you really don’t need a thong unless you’re wearing leggings.” Heather said. Jake suddenly became more interested their conversation. Listening to Heather talk about her underwear was a tantalizing prospect. It was a little disappointing to think that Heather didn’t often wear sexy thongs or G-strings but then again, his glimpse of her panties from earlier showed she still had some very sexy undergarments. How could someone so uptight and so tyrannical be so sexy? “So let me get this straight Nicki, you’re mad that mom doesn’t want you to dress like a slut?” Jake said. “Jacob Andrew Rollins!” Heather said sternly. “You apologize to your sister. That was not a very nice thing to say.” “Sorry.” Jake said, rather insincerely. “Could you give us some privacy, Jake? I think this conversation is way too adult for you.” Nicki said with a smirk. “Hey, I’m older than you!” “Yeah, by like a year. Anyway, since you don’t wear big boy underwear, I don’t think you’ll have much to contribute to this discussion.” “Jake, this is girl talk. Just give us a minute or two of privacy?” Heather said, putting her hand on his shoulder. “Fine.” Jake said. Jake was more than happy to wander away from the two women. He didn’t have any desire to come on the walk with them in the first place. “Stay where I can see you.” Heather said. Her tone of voice made it sound as though she was talking to a small child rather than a 19 year old adolescent. Another cramp caused Jake to cringe and it was beginning to seem all but certain that he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. He wiped some sweat from his forehead. It wasn’t the 75 degree Fahrenheit temperature that was causing him to sweat though. It was the stress of trying to control his body’s urge to relieve himself. In some small way, Jake was proud of himself. While staying completely dry all day was a task he often struggled with, he usually had no trouble holding his poop. (Yet another reason why it was ridiculous for Heather to forbid him to use the bathroom at her house.) If they had been in Heather’s house though, Jake would have at least been able to go to another room to poop in his diaper. The thought of engaging in such a humiliating and infantile act right in front of Heather and his sister was just too much to bear. Even so, Jake knew that he was soon going to lose the battle he was fighting with his own body. As they approached the small forest at the end of the field, Jake’s pace slowed. A slower pace meant that it would be easier for him to hold on. Heather and Nicki seemed to be chatting away about 15 feet in front of him, oblivious to Jake’s silent struggle. He focused on a large oak tree in the field that the three of them were walking towards. Jake figured he could hide behind the large trunk of the tree and have at least some privacy. While he was resigned to using his diaper, he quickly reminded himself that it would be a deliberate act. It wasn’t an ‘accident’ by any means. He was in total control. He didn’t need diapers. Just then, a longer spurt of warm pee shot into his diaper, undermining his confidence. Stopping by the oak, he watched as Heather and Nicki continued walking along the tree line at a leisurely pace, still engaged in their conversation. Leaning up against the tree trunk, he clenched his cheeks again as the heavy feeling in his stomach intensified. Taking one last glance at Heather and Nicki, he now felt confident that they were far enough away where they wouldn’t be able to tell what he was doing. He might as well get comfortable. Stepping behind the tree, Jake was comforted by the fact that it was cooler in the shade. Resigned to his fate, Jake got onto his knees. He was reasonably comfortable kneeling in the cool, shortly trimmed grass even though his mind was filled with anxiety about what he was about to do. Heather changing his wet diaper that morning had been embarrassing enough but the idea of her changing his dirty diaper was downright mortifying. Being in a clean, dry diaper granted him some self-confidence. On a weekend as embarrassing as this, he needed all the self-confidence he could get! Now he was about to give all that up by making a disgusting and revolting mess in the infantile, disposable garment he was being forced to wear. For a moment, Jake began to question his decision to use his diaper right then and there. The feeling in his belly wasn’t nearly as intense now that he wasn’t standing upright. He wondered how much longer he’d be able to hold on if he continued to fight the cramps in his stomach. Then again, if he was going to be trapped in diapers for the rest of the weekend, maybe he might as well get comfortable? Holding everything in all morning had probably contributed to his bad mood. At least once he was done pooping; he would be a lot more comfortable physically. (Though there would be some momentary mental and emotional discomfort.) Letting go was clearly the best thing for him at that moment. A bird chirped in the distance and he could still hear the faint sound of Heather and his sister talking off in the distance. Despite his newfound commitment to relieving himself, Jake found himself fighting a mental block. He had never deliberately pooped in his diaper before and it was strange to contemplate such a bodily function and not be seated firmly on the toilet. While he’d wet his diaper plenty of times, messing his diaper was comparatively rare. He thought that the feeling in his stomach was urgent enough that the slightest push would have the desired effect but his body wouldn’t cooperate. Still, he was worried that his privacy under that tree might be short lived. He had wasted enough time already and he needed to commit. Jake whimpered as the cramps grew stronger. Closing his eyes and bearing down, Jake knew it was now or never. With a loud grunt and a strong push, Jake heard a wet crackling sound as a hot mess of excrement ran into the seat of his diaper. Staring down at the green grass in front of him, Jake immersed himself in the task at hand. With another grunt, he forced more poop out, feeling the mass spreading out to find room in the confines of his disposable diaper. He had done it. Taking a deep breath, Jake remained on his hands and knees, not quite finished. Even so, his stomach now felt a thousand times better. Despite his embarrassment, the feeling of physical relief combined with the privacy offered by the large tree made Jake feel at ease. In all honesty, using his diaper didn’t feel so bad. The feeling in the seat of his diaper was strange certainly but not altogether uncomfortable. In fact, the warm mess was now causing him to get a little hard in his diaper, his unimpressive erection pressing up against the damp padding that confined it. He grabbed the crotch of his diaper, whimpering in frustration at the fact that his penis was confined in all that padding. Taking a deep breath, Jake then pushed the last of his poop into his messy diaper before feeling a stream of warm pee. He was finished. Once again, he placed his hand on his crotch in a vain attempt to grasp his boner through the thick sodden padding of his diaper. Just then, he got the eerie feeling that someone was watching him. Turning around, he saw his younger sister standing over him, shaking her head, arms crossed, with a mischievous smirk on her face. “Am I interrupting anything?” she said in a taunting tone of voice. Jake didn’t know what to say in that moment. The position he was in must have made it obvious what he was doing. “Having fun?” Nicki asked. “Huh?” “Heather sent me over here to check your diaper but I don’t think I really have to. You know, you look just like our two year old cousin Nathan when he’s going poo poo.” Still on his knees, Nicki seemed to tower over him and he felt more helpless than ever. “H-h-h-how long have you been standing there?” Jake asked hesitantly. “Well… I didn’t want to interrupt. You looked like you were concentrating pretty hard.” Nicki said with a giggle. Jake frowned. “Come on now. Let’s go show Heather what you did in your diaper.” Nicki said. Grabbing her older brother by the arm, Nicki helped him onto his feet. As they walked, it was as if Nicki was pulling him along like a small child who couldn’t be trusted to go where he was told. Jake didn’t resist. His diaper was now sagging due to the large load inside and Jake’s awkward waddle had become even more pronounced. “Heather! Jake made a mess in his diaper!” Nicki shouted. “Oh yeah? Did you check him?” Heather asked as the two siblings approached her. “I didn’t exactly need to check him.” Nicki said. Heather looked him in the eyes and wrinkled her nose. “Yeah, I guess that smell isn’t exactly subtle.” Heather said with a chuckle. “Still… sometimes its good to see what the damage is and take a look at what kind of chore we’ve got in front of us.” Jake just stared at the ground as Heather unbuttoned his cargo shorts and pulled them down to his ankles. “I can already tell you’re wet.” she remarked. Then she stepped behind him, lifting his t-shirt and pulling back the crinkling waistband of his diaper to peek inside. “Yep, I’d say you left quite a present for me in there.” she said, releasing the waistband and allowing it to snap back into place. “Told ya.” Nicki said, still smirking at her brother’s predicament. “I guess we should start heading back to the house.” Heather said. “I thought you were going to show us your barn at the other end of the field.” Nicki said. “Nicki, your brother needs a diaper change pretty badly.” Heather said. “Well, why don’t you just do it here? Isn’t that why you brought his diaper bag with us?” “Well, that was just in case he had a wet diaper. I honestly wasn’t expecting any poopy diapers.” Jake was quickly getting annoyed by them talking about him as if he wasn’t standing right there in front of them. It was all he could do to pull his cargo shorts back up to cover his sagging diaper. “Your mom told me you have a weak stomach and that you absolutely refuse to change your brother’s diapers.” Heather said, raising her eyebrows. “Hey, as long as you’re the one changing him and not me, I don’t care!” “Okay, as long as it doesn’t bother you.” Heather said. “Can’t we just go back to the house?” Jake interjected. Even though no one else was around, the idea of getting his diaper changed in the middle of Heather’s backyard was deeply embarrassing. Paying little attention to Jake’s comment, Heather unzipped the light blue bag around her shoulder. “Looks like your mom even put a rolled up towel in here to use as a makeshift changing mat.” Heather announced. “Do we have to do this here?” Jake asked anxiously. “Aw, no one’s going to see us, sweetie. Maybe your sister but I’m pretty sure she’s not going to be that interested in staring at your dirty butt.” “Not interested at all actually.” Nicki said. “Come on, lose the shorts.” Heather said, unbuttoning his cargo shorts once more. Stepping out of his shorts, he watched as Heather folded them and set them aside. Jake had never been outside in just his diaper and t-shirt before. The breeze on his bare legs felt surreal, though he wasn’t cold by any means. Now his sister and the tall, attractive older woman at her side had a clear view of his shiny, sagging, disposable diaper. Heather pulled her blonde hair into a ponytail before rolling up the sleeves of her plaid shirt. Then she laid the towel down on the grass. “Nicki, why don’t you be my helper and hold this bag for a second. Don’t worry. I’ll do all the dirty work.” Heather smiled. Jake watched as Heather reached into his diaper bag to retrieve a plastic package of baby wipes. “Okay sweetie, lay down on the towel. Come on.” Heather took him by the arm just as Nicki had done. As she guided him onto the towel, Jake was powerless to resist her. As his butt came to rest on the towel, he cringed feeling his warm mess spreading out between his legs and across his butt cheeks. Kneeling in front of him, Heather leaned over and slowly began rolling up his t-shirt to expose his bare stomach. Staring up at her nervously, Jake couldn’t help get a whiff of her mature, feminine perfume. She smelled so nice. It was a strong contrast to his own pungent scent. Just as she peeled back the tapes on his diaper, Jake realized his erection was returning. Biting his lip, he felt Heather opening his diaper as cool air flooded onto his genitals. It was horrifying to think Heather might see his boner as an indication that he had actually enjoyed pooping in his diaper. The attractive older woman wrinkled her nose but said nothing about his erection as he stared up at her helplessly. She then pulled three moist wipes from the package. “Okay Jake, I need you to grab your knees and pull them to your chest for me. Can you do that for me?” she said, looking down at him. Jake did as he was told, imagining the disgusting sight that Heather must have been witness to. Slowly and methodically, he felt the cold baby wipes swiping between his butt cheeks. Heather must have wiped him for over two minutes. For a fleeting moment, Jake almost felt glad that he didn’t have to take part in such a gross chore. Staring up at the sky, his sister briefly cast a shadow over him. Jake was relieved to see that she was staring at the screen on her phone and not at him. Even so, she did make eye contact with him for a moment, sneering at him in disgust. “Eew, you perv. You actually get horny pooping your pants?” Nicki said. “Nicki, be nice. Your brother’s a teenage boy. He can’t control it.” Heather said. He felt so helpless. His hard penis stood straight up but luckily Heather seemed more focused on cleaning his rear end. After more methodical wiping from Heather, he was beginning to finally feel clean again. Jake closed his eyes tightly as she ran the wipes over his balls, his erection standing taller than ever. It tickled ever so slightly. With his clean rear end feeling moist from all of the wipes, the early spring breeze felt like an icy North wind on his genitals. Folding his dirty diaper, she slipped it into a two ziplock bags, one after the other. The situation began to feel intolerable as Heather squirted some diaper rash cream into her palms, rubbing them together before smearing the cream onto his butt. For a fleeting moment, her fingertips slid across his genitals. He perversely imagined what a relief it would be to get a hand job from the sexy woman hovering over him but he knew such a fantasy could never be realized. The long diaper change was humiliating and sensual all at the same time. “Nicki, can you grab me a new diaper and unfold it for me?” Heather asked. “Sure.” Jake looked up as Nicki slowly unfolded a large, crinkling diaper in her hands before handing it to Heather. “Thanks. Can you hand me the baby powder too?” Heather asked, handing Nicki the package of wipes. Nicki returned the package of wipes to the diaper bag. Slipping the clean diaper underneath him, Heather sprinkled a thick dusting of talcum powder onto his bare butt. “Okay, you can put your butt down now.” Heather said matter of factly. Pulling the front panel of the diaper up, she surrounded his hard penis in soft, thick padding before taping it tightly in place. “All done.” Heather smiled, gently patting his diapered crotch. Sitting up on the towel, Jake whimpered in sexual frustration as he tried to cross his legs, the thick padding forcing them apart. As he stood up, Heather rolled up the towel and placed it back in his diaper bag. Jake noticed that she still had his rolled up cargo shorts in her hand as she slung his diaper bag around her shoulder. “Can I have my shorts back?” Jake asked, standing there in only a t-shirt and fresh diaper. “I think I’m going to hold onto these for now. I want to make sure we keep an eye on your diaper just in case you need another change.” Heather said, slipping his shorts into the large diaper bag and zipping it shut. Jake frowned and let out a heavy sigh but said nothing. He was tired of arguing. At least now he was in a clean diaper and his stomach felt a lot better. “Come on, I’ll show you guys the barn.” Heather said. With that, Heather gave Jake two firm and affectionate pats on his diapered butt. “Feel better, diaper boy?” Nicki asked with a smirk. Jake glared at Nicki as she walked past him. Crinkling with every step, he followed a few feet behind the two women. Feeling another dribble of warm pee in his diaper, Jake just stared at Heather as she walked in front of him… his eyes wandering down towards her toned rear end. He really did like the jeans she was wearing. CLICK HERE TO READ THE NEXT STORY: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N6XZ3TH
  22. Toronto messing buddy

    Hey, so everyone wants a mommy of daddy, but they aren't the easiest to find. I was wondering if anyone into messing who is closeish to Toronto would want to hang out, mess some diapers, watch some cartoons, maybe take turns changing each other?
  23. Well this was my first fanfic/ diaper story I had ever written. The quality is…meh as it is an earlier work. Although it does take place in the Pokemon World, knowledge of Pokemon is not necessary as most of the main characters are original. It is much more…one handed than my current work, so I hope I don't destroy too many of your brain cells. Summary: After recovering from a serious illness, Ash's sickly younger sister, Emily (Oc) is finally allowed to go out on her own journey at the age of 16, but winds up in the hospital shortly afterwards due to an embarrassing situation. Emily's Diary takes place 6-7 years in the past and is written by the Mc detailing her struggle for survival at the age of 10 when she comes down with a mysterious illness. Chapter One Emily sat down on the slightly damp grass and rested her back against a tall oak tree. She let out a yawn and stretched her legs out, listening to the squawking and hoots of the nearby pidgy's and sparrows nesting in the trees up above. Emily began digging through her bag tossing out empty food wrappers and bottles of water, which took up about 75% of her backpack. "Where did I put that map?" She mumbled to herself, going through pocket after pocket. After about ten minutes she sighed realizing she probably dropped it at the opening of the Viridian Forest. "Now what?" she asked herself realizing she was hopelessly lost. Emily was the 16 year old absent minded younger sister of Ash Ketchum whom no one knew about. Only the few residents of Pallet town even knew Ash had a younger sister. She was only six when Ash left on his Pokémon journey and she couldn't wait until she left on hers. Back then she idolized her older brother, wishing she could be like him someday. When she finally turned 10 she was prevented from going due to an illness. She had begged and pleaded with her mother to let her go, but with her poor health, there was no way. She was forced to stay back as she watched tearfully as her friends got their starter Pokémon from professor oak and left her behind. The months flew by and soon Ash was making a name for himself. Soon it felt like she didn't even have an identity anymore. Everyone knew her not as "Emily" but as "Ash's' Sister" Soon that idolization turned slowly into resentment as people only approached her to ask about her brother and talk of his accomplishments. Emily shook her head, trying to shake away those memories. That was six years ago she told herself. Things are going to be different now she thought as she stood up and brushed the leaves and dirt off her jeans. I'm a little late but I'm finally here! I'm going to surpass Ash! I'm going to be the new Pokémon master!...as soon as I find my way out of this forest. She said with a sigh. Alright first step, she thought to herself, gotta clean up this mess. She looked to her left and noticed a trash can about a quarter mile walk away then looked down. I think I can make it in one trip. Emily collected her things and with arms completely full, started the trek to the trash can. "Almost there," she reassured herself but suddenly her foot snagged on a vine and down she went sending her stuff flying in every direction. Emily moaned into the ground, slowly raising her head until she came face to face with a pair of black eyes and yellow fangs. "AHHHHH!" Emily screamed jumping to her feet and racing behind a tree in record time. Emily took deep breaths trying to calm herself down. She soon heard laughing coming from the direction she ran from and peeked her head around the tree. She saw a girl around her age laughing as she let a purple field mouse run along her arm and onto her shoulder. "I'm so sorry." The girl said although she continued to laugh. "I didn't mean to scare you, I saw you trip and went to see if you were ok. I've just never seen someone react to a Rattata like that before." Emily couldn't help but smile back at the girl. "I'm fine." She said eyeing the rat perched on the girls shoulder. I hate mice. "Here let me help you." The girl said as she bent down and started collecting the bottles that now littered the forest floor. "Thanks," Emily said truly appreciating the help. She looked over at the girl and very quickly turned a bright shade of pink as she accidently got a good look down her shirt. Emily's heart began beating twice as fast and her palms began to sweat. What the hell? she thought to herself as she quickly looked away. Why do I suddenly feel so nervous? "My name's Anna. What's your name?" the girl asked after they finished clearing out the forest. "E-Emily." She stuttered back. "Aren't you hot with that jacket on?" Anna asked looking Emily up and down. "It's got to be 90% humidity in this forest." "I feel better with it on." Emily said hugging herself. "I feel naked without it." Although it is really hot now that I think about it she thought as she felt beads of sweat rolling down her face and chest. "So what are you doing in the forest, Anna?" Emily asked unconsciously shifting from foot to foot. "Oh, I was collecting herbs for the nurse Joy in Cerulean City. I'm an intern at the Pokémon center there. She's teaching me how to make potions. What are you doing out here?" "Wow that sounds really neat! How did you end up as an intern?" Emily asked interested. She'd yet to meet a nurse Joy although she had already had a run in with an officer Jenny earlier today much to her displeasure. "Well Pokémon battles have never been my thing, but I love Pokémon none the less. Isn't that right little TaTa" Anne said letting the Rattata on her shoulder rub up against her cheek affectionately. Emily's stomach did a little flip and wondered to herself eww how could you love a rat? "You never answered my question about what you were doing here you know." Anne pointed out taking note of all the shifting and squirming Emily was doing. I wonder if she drank all of those bottles today. No wonder she has to pee. "Well todays actually my first week out on the road. I saw a Pikachu run into the forest and I wanted to catch it. Then well, I got lost and realized I lost my map." Emily admitted as she started to realize how badly she needed to pee. "Did you check your pockets?" "Of course I checked my pock-oh…" Emily said with a blush as she pulled her map out. "Let's see, it says I'm here and if I just follow this trail then I should reach Cerulean city in an hour. " Then I can find a bathroom. Doesn't look like there's one anywhere around here. "Hate to break it to you, but you're holding the map upside down." Anne said taking it from her and showing Emily where they were. It's about a four hour journey from here. "If you want I could lead you there. I'm headed back there myself. I could use some company" "No, really you don't have to go through that much trou-" BZZZZZZ! "I humbly accept your offer!" Emily screamed running away from the beadrills hive. Anne just shook her head and followed the screaming Emily. An hour into their journey Emily could barely keep it together, constantly grabbing herself when she thought Anna wasn't looking, completely unable to stay still. Anna wondered why Emily didn't excuse herself and just go. At this point Emily was about as subtle as a bulldozer and Anna was sure she wasn't going to make it much longer. She had asked Emily if she had wanted to stop several times now, but she kept saying she was fine. Although anyone could clearly tell she was lying. "How much longer till we get there?" Emily asked through gasps of breath. "We still have a few more hours. How about we take a break I'm getting tired too." Anne said sitting on a log. "You want to tell me what's wrong?" "Nothing." Emily lied crossing her legs. What's with this girl? Anna thought to herself then she remembered something that Emily had said about her jacket, about her feeling naked without it. Then it clicked. She's just really shy. Is that really all that's wrong? I just need to get her to relax. "Hey, Em. Can you come with me for a sec? I need to pee, but I don't want to go alone. I'm afraid of the forest at night and it's getting kind of dark." Anna lied. Emily turned a dark shade of pink. Ugh don't mention the word pee she thought. She was running out of time and she knew it. She took a step toward Anna and froze. She felt a spurt shoot out along with a sharp pain and quickly grabbed herself. Oh no I'm going to wet myself in front of Anna. Warm tears blurred her vision and started to fall down her face. "Look, I know you have to go so just go. Why are you torturing yourself? If you're waiting to find a bathroom you're looking at it." Anna said as a matter of fact while motioning her hand towards the foliage surrounding them. Anna spun around to face her friend after receiving no reply only to find her glued to the spot with tears rolling down her face as she clutched her side. "Em, can you move?" Anna asked a bit worried for her new friend. Emily shook her head as she felt another leak escape causing a burning pain. "Then just go here. " "I-I can't." Her face now closely resembling the shade of a cherry. "Look, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, we're both girls here. I'll go away for a sec an-" "No, I mean, I don't know how… "Emily mumbled embarrassed to admit the reason. "Oh, is that all?" Anna laughed with her back turned away. "Why didn't you just ask? I would have walked you through it. Ok first, pull your pants down." "I can't get them off! I can't undo the button." Emily whimpered after a moment of fiddling with her pants. "Here" Anne said coming closer as Emily's face grew redder and redder. Anna drew her pocket knife and cut the button off as Emily struggled with her pants. Anna sighed and moved Emily's shaking hands away and with one swift motion pulled everything down and lightly pushed her against a tree. Emily shrieked trying to cover herself, while tears continued to fall. "Now all you have to do is squat and let it out." Anna turned her back as she waited for her friend to relieve herself. Emily tried to calm herself down, and squatted lower trying to relax her aching bladder, but nothing came out. She tried thinking of the ocean, and of running water, but still nothing but a few drops and mounting pain. After a few minutes Anna started to worry that she embarrassed Emily too much. "Everything alright back there?" she called out. "No." Emily whimpered back. "Em, are you ok?" Anna asked rushing towards her new friend who was collapsed in a ball on the forest floor in pain. "What hurts?" "My side and lower stomach." "When did the pain start?" Anna asked looking her over for any bites or wounds. "When I got really desperate. I tried to go but it burned too badly." "Alright. Just sit tight and try to relax. I'll get nurse Joy on the line." Anne punched a few buttons on her transceiver and a hologram image of the pink haired nurse appeared. "Oh, Anna, what can I do for you? Did you have a question about the ingredients?" "No, actually my friend here is in a bit of trouble." "What seems to be the problem?" the nurse asked, a bit concerned. "Well, it seems to be her bladder. She says it hurts so much that she can't move. She was on the verge of wetting herself just a few minutes ago, but now she can't go. " "Hmm, feel around under her belly button and tell me what it feels like." "Eh," both Anna and Emily said at the same time. "Anna, part of being a nurse is dealing with human patients too. Do you want to help your friend or not?" "Sorry, Em, you heard her." Anna put her hand on Emily's stomach and felt around. "It feels hard as a rock. Not to mention she's burning up." Anna moved her hand from Emily's stomach to her forehead "Oh dear, sounds like an infection. " Nurse Joy said. "I'm sending my pidgeott to come get you, she needs to see a dr. in the meantime try to help her release as much as she can, or it's going to be a painful ride." "Release…?" "If she doesn't pee by the time my pidgeot arrives the Dr. will have no choice but to insert a catheter. I don't think she'll enjoy that. " And with that Nurse Joy signed off. "What's a catheter?" Emily quietly asked slightly afraid to find out. "Nothing you want to experience. " Anna said digging through her bag and pulling out plastic tarp and laying it out on a grassy patch. "You don't look to comfortable laying there on those rocks there so I'm gonna try and lay you down on this. "Small steps, there you go" Anna encouraged as Emily winced in pain with each movement. Emily wobbled as Anna caught her and laid her on the plastic sheet. "Alright now no matter what keep relaxing and try to pee." "But your thing." Emily said weakly. "Don't even worry, it's just a tarp if you go it will just flow off onto the ground. Now just relax." Anna encouraged as she pulled off Emily's pants completely wincing slightly at the sight of blood. Emily nodded and closed her eyes trying not to think of the fact that this girl she just met was looking at her naked lower half. "Emily, are you on your period?" Anna asked hopefully but the girl shook her head. Anna was afraid of that. She pressed slightly on the girls' stomach in different locations asking if it hurt until she got to one particular spot on her side as Emily yelped in pain. Anna took notice of a now slight puddle between the younger girls' legs and breathed a sigh of relief. "Emily, this might hurt a bit but I promise you'll feel better soon. Just keep relaxing." Anna then began to gently message the tender area of the girls' side, as Emily grimaced and clutched the edges of the sheet. After a few minutes Anna rubbed and noticed she no longer clutched the sides of the tarp. "Emily, does it still hurt to the touch?" "No," Both girls breathed a sigh of relief. "Ok, I think you'll be able to go now. So relax and try to pee again." Emily took a deep breath in and then out and soon a faint hissing and pattering sound could be heard as Anna saw the tiny puddle expanding and then suddenly stop as Emily whimpered in pain. "No, you're doing good! Keep going!" It hurts." Emily moaned curling into a ball. "I know, Em, It's gonna hurt but you gotta let it out. It's the only way you're going to get better." "I'm scared." "Shh, it's ok. It'll be ok. "Anna held the girls hand and continued rubbing the girls back, but she wouldn't relax again. Hmm Anna thought to herself as she remembered the previous events of how she met Emily. I think I have an idea. She rolled Emily on to her back and let her rest her head on Anna's lap as Anna peacefully ran her fingers through the girls black hair until Emily drifted into a light sleep. She then quietly reached into her shirt pocket and pulled out her little friend and gently placed it on the sleeping girls chest. A few minutes later Emily woke to the sound of light squeaking and the sight of little black eyes with yellow fangs. The sound of shrill screams could be heard followed by a loud pattering sound that grew louder every second along with a continuous stream of urine flowing down the edge of the tarp letting Anna know her evil plan had worked perfectly. Emily grunted but as the pain passed soon she relaxed until she realized what she was actually doing. She tried to jump up, but Anna held her down. She kept combing through the girls hair with her fingers as she watched Emily's face turn three different shades of red as her bladder continued to empty whether she wanted it to or not. "That's it, keep going, you're doing great" Anna praised as Emily buried her face in her hands as her stream finally slowed to a trickle as a giant bird swooped down and stared at the two of them. "Well, that's our ride." Anna announced. Let's get you cleaned up then we can go." She dug out a water bottle from her pack and poured it onto Emily's legs and the tarp, washing away any evidence of what had occurred. She dried her legs off with a towel and helped her manage to put her pants back on then wrapped her in a blanket. Her shaking seemed to be getting worse as Anna helped her onto the Pidgeott's back then climbed on after. Anna kissed the top of Emily's head as Emily leaned back into Anna's' arms and whispered "Thank you," before drifting off into unconsciousness. Chapter Two Emily laid back in her bed as she waited for the Dr. to come see her. She looked over at Anna and blushed. Emily stared for a moment as she thought Wow she’s really pretty. The way her hazel colored hair fell just a bit past her shoulders. Her black rimmed glasses magnified her bright blue eyes, not to mention her near perfect figure and. “Wait! What am I thinking?” Snap out of it Em! She thought to herself. It’s just the fever talking. Emily closed her eyes. Ugh I can’t believe what happened today. She thought as she let the day’s events play in her mind. That was so embarrassing! Peeing in front of some girl I barely know while she praised me as if I was a toddler making it to the toilet for the first time. She grimaced at the thought causing Anna to come over out of concern. “How are you feeling?” Anna asked, as Emily avoided eye contact with her. “Does it still hurt?” Emily nodded and rubbed her lower belly. She could feel the pressure starting to build back up. Just then the girls heard a knock on the door followed by the dr. entering and introducing herself. “Hello, Ms. Ketchum, I’m Dr. Page. How are you feeling? Can you tell me a little about what’s going on?” “My lower stomach hurts, and I’m having some trouble, uh, going.” Emily admitted as she intensely examined the blanket that covered her as if it would tell her the answers to life. “Alright, let me take a look.” Dr. Page said as she lifted up Emily’s shirt and gently pressed around. Emily winced in pain as the Dr. began pressing on her side. “Hmm, the problem seems to be your right kidney. It’s a bit inflamed but not too bad. I’m going to have my assistant come and give you a more thorough examination.” Dr. Page wheeled her chair backwards and shouted out into the hall, “Captain Waddlesworth, could you please come to exam room two.” Emily wondered what kind of Dr was named “Captain Waddlesworth” “He gets a little offended when I don’t call him captain.” Dr Page explained. This guy must be crazy Emily thought to herself. “Oh! It’s been a while since I’ve seen the captain.” Anna said. “Yeah, you hardly ever leave the ground floor.” Dr. Page commented turning her attention towards her. “Nurse Joy keeps me so busy running errands for her. Once this phase of my training is complete she’s going to have me come up here and help you with human patients.” “Wait.” Emily said confused. “I thought you said you worked at the Pokémon center.” “We are at the Pokémon center.” Anna explained. “Well the first two floors anyway. The third floor is a hostel for Pokémon trainers to sleep and get cleaned up and the fourth floor is where we treat trainers who are injured or sick. You were asleep when the Machokes brought you in on the stretcher.” “What is taking the captain so long?” Dr. Page said. “He’s probably flirting with the interns again.” Anna laughed and said “The captain has always had a way with the ladies.” Emily decided she didn’t like this captain person very much as she imagined him to be some egotistical jerk. Just then the door creaked open and there stood the captain. Emily’s jaw dropped, he was not at all what she had expected. “He’s a Pokémon?” Emily asked in disbelief. The psyduck, known as Captain Waddlesworth, stood there and cocked his head sideways. He was wearing a tiny lab coat and stethoscope around his neck. “Yep.” Dr. Page answered. “The captain and I go way back. He was actually my very first Pokémon. You see psychic Pokémon can be very useful when trained properly in diagnosing illnesses. They can learn to telepathically communicate with your body to find out exactly what’s ailing you. Have you ever been telepathically linked to a Pokémon before?” Emily shook her head.” I’ve only been to the family Dr. in Pallet town, and no Pokémon were involved.” “Ah yes, Pallet town. They are a little behind on the times there. The first time linking with a Pokémon can be a little scary, but try not to fight it. Are you ready?” Emily nodded and laid back down in the bed. Captain Waddlesworth hopped up on the stool next to her and placed a hand on her head and soon Emily’s life was flashing before her eyes. Emily was four years old again as she walked into the kitchen to find her mom crying at the table. Her father had packed his things and up and left in the middle of the night. Next she was six and Ash was teaching her how to ride a bike with no training wheels. Then at eight as her mom was teaching her how to bake cookies when she suddenly collapsed on the ground as she had her first of many seizures. She saw herself getting left behind by her friends while she was stuck at home watching day time talk shows about people falling in love with their Pokémon. Lastly she was back in the Viridian Forest, peeing uncontrollably while someone watched. Emily gasped for air as she found herself back in her hospital bed covered in sweat as tears streamed down her face. Anna rushed over and threw her arms over Emily’s shoulder pulling the shaking girl into a hug. “Hey, don’t cry it’s over. You’re okay, everything’s okay. Shh” Anna whispered in Emily’s ear instantly calming her down some. Captain Waddlesworth hopped down from the stool and touched Dr. Page’s hand. The Doctors’ eyes went blank for a moment as the psyduck reported its findings followed by a yawn as he walked out the door. “The captain has informed me you’re dealing with three kidney stones and a Urinary Tract Infection. Also you have a history of seizures is that correct?” Emily nodded as she shifted in her bed noticing how uncomfortable and wet she felt from sweating. This can happen for a number of reasons like calcium build up, but that doesn’t seem accurate given your age. Have you been holding your bladder for long periods of time?” “No,” Emily answered while Anna answered “Yes.” At the same time causing Emily to blush. “That’s not healthy, you should find someplace to go as soon as you feel the urge. Holding it in for excessive amounts of time can lead to infections, like the one you have now.” Dr. Page scolded. “What we are going to do is hook you up to an IV for 24 hours that will administer a medicine to help break up the stones and also a diuretic to help you pass them, but first let’s get you cleaned up.” The Dr said dropping her voice a bit. “The captain also informed me you’ve had a bit of an accident during the link. Don’t worry though” she quickly added as she noticed Emily’s face losing color. “That can sometimes happen during the first time for those with weak bladders.” Emily lifted up her blanket and peeked inside as her face turned bright red as she confirmed what the dr. said was true. “Anna, would you mind helping her into the shower while I find someone to take care of the bedding?” “No problem.” Anna said as she peeled back Emily’s blanket revealing the large wet patch under the young girls legs. Emily’s face turned a mixture between red and purple as she quickly stared out the window as she wondered “how many times will Anna see me like this.” “Don’t worry. Everyone’s reaction is different during their first link” Dr. Page said trying to cheer her up. “I was the Dr. on call when your brother did his first link. The whole time he kept muttering, “Oohh Gary!” over and over while humping his pillow. It took two days for my intern to stop blushing. Emily finally cracked a smile while Anna led her down the hall to the showers. “Do you need help or do you think you got this?” Anna asked while pulling a towel down and handing it to her. “I got this.” Emily said. “I think I’ve gone through enough embarrassment for one day” she said to herself. “Alright, just yell if you need anything.” Anna said as she walked down the hall to consult with Dr. Page. “Oh, Anna,” the dr said as she saw her coming down the hall. “I just got off the phone with Nurse Joy, while Emily is staying with us, you will be her official sitter. I’ll be placing her on a potent and fast acting diuretic. Given her condition and weak bladder I’ve decided she will need to stay in diapers for the remainder of her stay here. I know she won’t be very happy about this, but please encourage her to go as soon as the urge hits her, or else the infection will just become worse. If you catch her trying to hold it in or if she isn’t going at least once an hour place your hand against her lower abdomen and push down for 30 seconds. This will cause her to involuntarily wet, but use it as a last resort in case it causes her pain. Also, make sure to change her often and use lots of baby powder so she doesn’t develop a rash. Also, if she puts up a fight feel free to use your Pokémon to restrain her.” “Oh, uh, alright.” Anna said trying to take it all in. This was not going to be a fun night.
  24. Sissy Baby Transformation

    Essentially, (y/c) Kidnaps and regresses via drugs or hypnosis or whatever my character, turning them into a sissy who needs and uses diapers. Surgery is allowed, as well as sexual if you want.