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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. 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. *****
  3. 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.
  4. 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!
  5. 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?
  6. Has anyone ever messed without diapers on? Like just in pants?
  7. 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!
  8. (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.
  9. 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.
  10. 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.
  11. 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?
  12. 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!
  13. 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?
  14. 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
  15. 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
  16. 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?
  17. 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.
  18. diapers

    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.
  19. I stayed little longer than most. My younger brother was born when i was 4 and i guess I wanted to be babied too. I remember getting diapered and being changed. I wasn't potty trained until I was 5 and even after that I had a lot of accidents. Mom constantly reminded me to go to the bathroom and I wet the bed until almost 14. As a 7 year old, I started wanting to be a baby again. I talked like a baby, wanted mom to help with my bath and dressing and even intentially did bad on school work to get attention. Now as an adult baby I look back and think thats how i have always been. Just one time I'd like to be changed and rocked and even nursed. I dont see anything changing as I get older!
  20. I don't remember being changed as an infant or toddler but have vague memories of being in preschool and having accidents and getting changed. I was a bedwetter until age 11 though and I do remember being woken up in the middle of the night and mom slipping off my wet clothes and slipping in to dry ones. A vivid memory stays with me about a car trip with my cousin who was probably 3 which would have made me 5. I remember watching mom change his diaper and maybe being jealous or at least wanting the same attention. A little while later during a stop for food I remember sitting in a booth on my knees and filling my pants and telling mom "I doo dooed in my pants" lol thats what we called it. She went to the car and got a new pair of underwear out of my suitcase and took my cousins diaper bag in to the restroom and cleaned me up. As I got older, I kept having "accidents" usually whlie playing outside or watching TV. Since I was a bedwetter, it was routine for my mom to check for a wet bed and wet pants as soon as i woke up. Even as i approached 10 I would wake up to the feel and smell of a wet bed and lie there and mess my pants then get up and come waddling out of my room to tell my mom or grandma that i had "doo doo". It was embarassing and exciting at the same time...I remember being told to go in the bathroom and mom having me stand next to the toilet as she lowered my pants. I remember looking down and seeing the mess i made...All such fond memories.
  21. Hello there, i was wondering what a good diaper would be for daytime use? I have incontinence in both its forms and only so much or so little control. I love bambino bianco and secure x plus diapers, but i want something that doesn't crinkle and can hide under clothes a little easier. The reason why is because i know that my diapers have been noticed, whether by sight or noise maybe both but i don't want that to happen again. I've been incontinent for over half my life so its nothing to get used to, but its nothing that i want to be noticed for either. I live in the US, so far i have been tempted to buy some from Tena, what are your thoughts? What works best for you in the daytime?
  22. Fred wandered through the Clubs and Socs Fair feeling overwhelmed. There were just so many things he wanted to get involved in. The badminton club, the swim club naturally (he’d been swimming competitively for years), the Omega Society, Juggling Soc, and he’d always wanted to play chess, should he join Chess Soc he mused? Then of course there was Psych Soc, he felt that he should really join that since he was planning to major in it, shouldn’t he? But Psych Soc met Thursday evenings, the same as the Film Soc, and he really wanted to learn more about world cinema. Sighing, he was beginning to realise that too much choice could be a very bad thing indeed. So it was that, whilst finding it impossible to decide what to join and lamenting the inadequate number of evenings in a week, he suddenly saw it. Innocently wedged in between two other stalls, as though it were perfectly at home there, sat the ABDL Soc, or I Soc for short. Fred couldn’t believe it. Surely there was no way it could be what he secretly hoped it would be, was there? An infantilism society. He didn’t know a lot about college regulations yet, but he felt there was no way that the people in charge would allow such a thing. However, looking over it, he saw that all the signs were there. A big baby’s bottle painted onto the stall’s banner, two girls holding signup sheets, one dressed in shortalls and the other in a frilly pink tutu and a princess crown, and several stuffies sitting alongside a rattle on the table. There was no way it could be anything else. In an instant all the other things he had considered signing up to were forgotten. If this really was what he supposed it was, then he had to join it he told himself. After so many years of being alone, this was his chance to meet others like him. To share a side of himself, that he didn’t think anyone else would understand, and maybe even find acceptance. Yet even as his imagination leapt into overdrive, he steeled himself for disappointment. For as much as he wanted to believe it, the whole thing just seemed too wonderful to be true. In fact now that he thought about it, Fred, his feet glued to the ground as people pushed past him on all sides moving from one stall to another, wondered whether it wasn’t all some elaborate prank; a nasty trick, posed by some fraternity or other, to get abdl students to reveal themselves, so they could be mocked and made subjects of ridicule. Just picturing it, he didn’t know if he could bear it if that happened. What if some of the friends he’d come from Pymsville with found out about it, and told everyone in his town. He’d never be able to go home or face his family again. And even if it wasn’t a trick and the society was legit, could he risk people, he didn’t want knowing, finding out he was a diaper lover? He wasn’t sure. But how could he pass this up? Mulling things over in his head, whilst at the same time spurring himself into action once more so it wasn’t obvious that he was just standing there drooling at the stall, he headed over to the swim club table. Chatting to their senior members half heartedly, telling them about his past experience and training, he kept the I Soc, which wasn’t too far away, in the corner of his eye the whole time. One or two people approached it, seemed to chat for a moment or two, but then wandered away. But no one appeared to sign up while he was observing it. When he had finished registering for the swim club, and had received a membership card and list of training times, he made up his mind to go to one of the tables beside I Soc. That way, he thought, he could at least get a better look at things without risking too much. Walking over easily, and ostensibly calmly, to the table, Fred couldn’t remember the last time he felt so nervous. Actually no, thinking about it then he realised that could, it was the first time he had went into a pharmacy and bought a packet of adult diapers. But that had turned out okay though he recalled. The risk had happily paid off in the end, and several times after that. If he could overcome his fear then, for what was only a few diapers, surely he could do so again for what could potentially be a much greater reward. However despite this attempt to steady himself, his legs still felt like jelly and he wasn’t fully aware of what he was doing. So when he reached the table to the right of I Soc, he didn’t realise his mistake until it was too late. The stall in from of him was Jew Soc! Oh Jesus, he thought, why couldn’t he have picked the stall on the left instead – not that he knew what that table was either. Panicking because he literally knew nothing about Judaism and didn’t know what he would say or ask. Fred was just about to turn and leave, when much to his dismay, the guy at the stall (fully bearded and wearing a weird hat) spotted him. “Shalom my friend” he said enthusiastically “Are you interested in signing up?” Flustered and tongue-tied, Fred just stood there speechless. He didn’t know what would have happened if a rather cavalier fellow standing beside him hadn’t interjected “not a chance Beny! There’s one of ours if I ever saw one. Look he’s only short of wetting himself!” he laughed. “Get that man a diaper stat” he shouted loudly. Hearing this Fred almost died of mortification on the spot, his whole body and face taking on the colour of a shiny red fire hydrant. “I don’t know Mark” the Jewish guy, apparently called Beny, retorted chuckling “he has the right nose to be one of us. Atah medaber 'ivrit? (Do you speak Hebrew?)” he asked Fred questioningly. Fred was about to say something, when all of a sudden everything seemed to be too much, and he was overcome with this irrepressible urge to get the hell out of there. Turning and high tailing it through the crowds, he could faintly hear the Mark cackling behind him whilst being given out to by a girl. “Why do you always have to be like that Mark? Huh? Not everyone’s as confident in their sexuality as you. Another one scared away? How do expect us to get anyone to sign up if you keep acting like a fucking JERK!” However whatever Mark said after that, Fred didn’t stick around to hear. Running he left the Clubs and Socs Fair far behind him, and didn’t stop until he was back in his dorm room. Panting and out of breath, he threw himself on the bed and, with his roommate not back till later, let his tears flow freely.
  23. So I tried the marshmallow thing and the result was full loss of control. It took about 15minutes and I knew it was coming but there was no way to stop it. The end result was a poop like baby poop. It wasn't hard or turdish. It was liquidy and mushy. I'm happy it worked and glad I tried it. I highly recommend this technique to anyone who wants loss of control and poop like baby poop.
  24. Quilly was always terrible at keeping her body in check. Always thinking she could hold it for just a little longer, only to end up having a frequent accident. Having had one too many incidents that rounded up with her getting scolded by her parents. Quilly had told that as a nineteen year old girl she shouldn't be wetting herself like a toddler, she's been warned that if another incident happens one more time she'll thoroughly be punished. At least that's what her mother had told her, and knowing that woman. Quill did not want to anger her anymore then she has. Which explains the reason why Quilly was running home from work, her bladder feeling as if it was going to burst she meander through one of her neighbors back yard and down the street, hoping her friend Lindsey wouldn't see her and want to chat.
  25. Hey, so I've been wanting to use castor oil with a diaper sometime soon but after doing some reading online, I'm kind of nervous now. The reason is because people have said the effects of castor oil sometimes lasted for an additional day or two. This worries me because I can't be diapered for that long. So do you think a buttplug would stop the effects of a castor oil mess? If not, please comment any other suggestions on how I could prevent messing myself with the after effects of the castor oil. Thanks!