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  1. 18-year-old Benjamin has just been evicted from the college dorms after he has failed out of college for the semester. He sits in the student lounge with his bags while he figures out his next moves. His former professor Megan is talking to her faculty friend and sees him sitting alone. She is confused because he is supposed to be in her class for the semester. "Hi Ben. I missed you in my class this semester. Are you okay?"
  2. Hello I've been reading a bunch of little space stories and became inspired to write my own. It's the first story I've written like this so I hope everyone enjoys it. Chapter 1 Classification Day Sarah looked around the auditorium, there were just over two dozen students assembled. Every year from the ages of fifteen to eighteen students are tested for any developing classifications. Those who test positive are divided into three types, dominant, subordinate, and neutral, with several subtypes under dom and sub. Sarah figured she was going to be a caregiver, she always loved playing with her little cousins. Loved seeing them happy and smiling. Caregivers are usually taller but it's not unheard of them to be shorter than six feet. She stood just over five feet tall, with chestnut brown hair and sparkling green eyes that seemed larger than normal. Her face was soft and slightly puffy giving her an innocent look. It was a source of frustration for her, while it helped her when dealing with kids and littles, adults treated her younger than she actually was. The other students looked around nervously, a few of them were obviously friends as they huddled together whispering amongst themselves. She can't blame the others, they probably didn't know what they were going to be. Their attention was drawn to the front by an opening door. A woman walked from the open door to the podium, tapping on the mic before turning her attention to the students. “Welcome to Classification assignment,” the woman said. She was taller than the assembled students. Standing at least six feet tall, with long blond hair and a warm gentle face. “You all can call me Miss Clarissa, and today you’ll all be tested for a classification.” The students' voices raised as a few blurted out questions. Miss Clarissa raised her hand, silencing everyone. “I know you all have questions but we have a lot of students to get through. When your name is called please go through those doors.” she pointed to a set of double doors that stood open. A nurse in scrubs standing there with a list. “Sarah Anderson,” the nurse called. Sarah jumped a little and walked over to the woman, who had a gentle smile on her face. Sarah was led to a small area sectioned off with some partitions. “Please sit. Today we're going to be drawing some blood and then you’ll take the Bectel test.” “Is it painful?” Sarah asked. “Not at all sweetie, some electrodes will be placed on your head then you’ll watch a video while a computer monitors your neural activity. Now I'm going to draw some blood. Is that alright with you?” Sarah nodded her head, and watched the nurse take out a blood draw kit and several vials. She wrapped an elastic band around the girl's arm before feeling for a vein in the crook of her elbow. It took her a moment to find an acceptable vein but she nodded in satisfaction and cleaned the area with an alcohol wipe. Popping the safety cap off the butterfly needle she went to insert it. The girl watched the needle, her heart racing as it drew closer to her skin. She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her hands. “Relax sweetie, it’ll only take a moment,” the nurse said gently. Sarah nodded and unclenched her hands, whimpering as she felt the needle pierce her skin. “Shh shh, you’re fine. Just going to take a moment,” she spoke calmingly and soothingly. “Just one more. That's a good girl.” The nurse took four vials before removing the needle and taping a cotton ball to the puncture. Sarah felt a few tears fall from her eyes as she watched the nurse put labels on the vials and drop them into a bag. The nurse walked away and came back a few seconds later with a sucker. “Here you go darling,” she said, handing it out. “Ready for the next part? I promise it won't hurt.” “‘Kay,” Sarah said with a sniffle. The nurse led her through the room, other kids were having their blood drawn. One of them bawled their eyes out. She tried to focus on her breathing. Trying to calm her racing heart. She didn't notice when they left the room and entered a small room with a machine in it. An older man stood beside a small reclining chair. “I have Sarah Anderson here,” she said, handing over some paperwork. “Excellent, can you sit here for me,” the doctor asked gently. Sarah nodded and hopped up on the chair, her head feeling fuzzy from the needle, she always hated needles. The doctor explained what he was going to do, which she mostly ignored. Except for the last part which caught her attention. “... then once I get a baseline reading I'm going to show you a video.” “Video…?” “Yes, it's just some funny shapes and colors,” he said, walking over to the computer, then tapping a few buttons. “Ready sweetheart?” She nodded again, and watched him flip a switch with trepidation. Bracing for the unknown she was slightly disappointed when nothing happened. He simply smiled down at her, putting her at ease. While she waited she looked around the room. It was a classroom, all the desks were pushed to one wall and the room divider was stretched across it, dividing the classroom in half. “One of my colleagues is in the other half with another Bectel tester,” he said, following her gaze. The computer dinged and he clapped his hands together. “Alright sweetheart, I'm going to start the next part now, go ahead and look at the TV there.” “‘Kay…” she said watching the tv. It was still black for a moment before turning on. It was showing a pure white image. She started to turn her head when the doctor gently patted the top of it. “Keep watching.” She nodded and became entranced as some shapes and colors flashed on screen. They began to change, changing size and color. As she watched her head began to feel fuzzy again. She shook it, trying to clear it while keeping her eyes on the screen. But the fuzzy feeling continued. Spreading through her whole head. The funny shapes continued to change. “Pwetty…” “How are you feeling sweetheart?” “I few fuzzy,” she giggled. “Do you know where you are?” “Scoo!” she exclaimed. “That's right,” he said, smiling at her. “Pwetty sparkus,” she beamed. The video kept her rapt attention, running for a while before fading back to pure white. “Are you with me sweetheart?” “Huh?” Sarah blinked several times before shaking her head. “What…?” “We're done, you'll receive your results in a few days after the bloodwork finishes.” “Thank you,” she said. “No thank you for being such a good girl,” he said, smiling as her cheeks turned pink. “Nurse, I'm ready for the next one.” Sarah looked at the clock, somehow thirty minutes had passed already. Her attention was pulled away as the door opened up. The nurse led another student into the room and took Sarah back to the auditorium. “Sarah Anderson?” Miss Allison called. “Yes ma’am?” “You may go home, take this letter to your parents please,” she said, holding out a sealed envelope. “Yes ma’am,” she said, taking the offered envelope and walking to the door. She pulled her phone from her pocket and texted her mom asking for a pickup. Settling down to read something while she waited. She got a few chapters through one of her favorite little stories before her mom pulled up. “Sarah sweetie,” her mom called her, making her jump. She was so focused on what she was reading she didn't notice her mom standing in front of her. “How’d it go?” “It was alright, they took some of my blood and hooked me up to a weird computer.” “Ah, I remember the day I was classified. Everyone there said it was obvious what I was,” she said, a nostalgic tinge to her voice. “Really?” Sarah asked, hopping to her feet and following her mom to their car. They both climbed into the car, and buckled in. “Yea, it was very obvious I was a dom even before then.” “It was?” “Yea, I was already more developed than other girls my age, and I was very authoritative. The next year I met your father,” she said, then sighed. It was true, her mom was nearly six feet tall, standing at five foot eleven. She was a mistress, which she reluctantly told her daughter. Much to Sarah's embarrassment. Her mother had the same chestnut hair, but hers fell down to the middle of her back. Her warm honey colored eyes drew the viewer to her face, with its small dainty nose, full pouty lips, and sensual smile. “I miss dad,” Sarah said, sniffling slightly, a tear rolling down her cheek. “I do too.” A silence between them fell as her mother drove back to their house. “So, any idea what your classification is?” her mom asked, breaking the silence. “Caregiver probably.” “You do have a lot of fun playing with Alice and Sam. Are you sure you’re not a little?” “No mom, I don’t want to be a little.” “Why not sweetie?” “Cause I don't want to be reliant on someone my whole life. I don't want to be restricted from being an adult. I don't want my freedom taken away. Besides, I don't have any little tendencies.” “Still you might be surprised,” she said softly. “Mom no, I don't even want to think that way. I’ll be a caregiver. End of story,” she said, crossing her arms. “Alright sweetie,” her mom said, chuckling softly. “Did they say how long you have to wait?” “No, but they gave me a letter for you,” she said, pulling it out of her pocket. “Hold on to it until we get home sweetie.” “‘Kay mom.” Sarah pulled out her phone and texted her best friend Melissa. She’s also doing her classification test today, but later than Sarahs. With a big yawn her head bobbed and fell to her chest as she fell asleep. ***** “Sweetie, time to get up.” “Huh?” Sarah stirred, looking at her mom bleary eyed. “We’re home.” She looked around in confusion. “Still tired sweetie?” Sarah nods and holds up her arms. “Such a spoiled girl,” her mom said, giggling as she picked up her daughter, pocketing the envelope that had fallen from her grip. Carrying the half awake girl to the front door. She used her free hand to open the door. “We’re back,” she said, closing the door behind her. “Welcome back Mistress Michelle,” a woman called from the other room. “How’d it go?” “Well enough,” she replied, walking into the living room. Placing her daughter down on the couch she turned to face a woman who looked very different than her. Smaller with light blonde hair and clear blue eyes. She was much smaller at only “Long day?” “I think she was just stressed. You know how stressful classification day can be,” she sighed sitting down next to the woman, who pressed into her side and hummed contentedly. “I know, my mom was sad that I got designated as a pet,” she said nuzzling into Michelle. “Like she was super supportive but I could tell she was disappointed.” “And it's her loss,” she replied, planting a kiss on the smaller woman's lips. “You’re a wonderful woman, Ariel. And an amazing pet. “I’m so glad you adopted me,” she said. “Especially after Jason.” “Shh shh, don't even think about him,” Michelle said, swiping a tear from her pet's cheek. “Should we wake Sarah up?” “No, leave her to sleep for now, it's barely been twenty minutes. She gave me a letter,” she said, holding up the sealed envelope. Dear Miss Michelle, This letter is to inform you that preliminary results show that your daughter will be classified as a little. You should make sure she's aware and ready to receive the official announcement, as well as her official regression range. Should she drop before receiving the results we encourage you to allow it to progress naturally. Sarah will be required to attend special classes. Before her eighteenth birthday we advise finding her a caregiver. If she doesn’t have a registered caregiver sixty days after her eighteenth birthday a foster caregiver will be assigned to her. Once her age range is established a list of required items will be supplied with the classification folder. Best regards, Agent Alexi, C.L.P.S. “Shit…” Michelle swore. “What?” “Sarah’s going to be pissed…”
  3. Hello my name is Bobby, Because of a rare disease and some experimental treatments that went wrong, I stopped aging at about 4 years old. This is the beginning of my story, of how at 10 I went from being a "big boy" to a baby all over again. I tried so hard to look and act older. I tried to wear the coolest clothes I could find in my size. I lived with just my mother as my father had left before I was even born. I had no friends and was schooled at home by a tutor to I was 9 years old, but I wanted so badly to go to school, just like other kids my age. I begged my mother to let me go to regular school all the time, but she always said no, it was too dangerous as I was so much smaller than all the kids my age. Me getting hurt was always a big fear of hers. At age 9 I was potty trained during the day (pretty much), but at night I still wet the bed. I try really hard, but even at 10 years old it is still rare for me to wake up dry. I have tried pull ups, but they never seemed to work right for me at night time and leak, so my Mother has always kept me in special extra thick Diapers at night. It's embarrassing, but other than my Mother and a few family members, no one knows. The summer I turned 10, the Government found out I was now potty trained during the day from one of my doctors reports and they cut off the funding for my home tutoring. My mother had no other choice but to finally send me to regular school for 5th grade. I was so excited and I couldn't wait. My Mother took me shopping for school clothes and I tried to find the coolest clothes to wear that would somehow make me look older. Sadly, the closest I could come was some shirts that had cool characters , like Spiderman and Dinosaurs on them, but the shirts were definitely designed for toddlers. The pants weren't much better; it was either sweatpants or these pants that tied at the waist. The underwear and socks were the worst. I got some with Spiderman, Batman , Mario Brothers, and my mom got a set of Bluey ones for me. They were definitely toddler underwear, but at least they weren't pull ups, and never having been to school before, I had figured no one would ever see my underwear. Finally, the first day of school came and I wore a spider man t-shirt with black Spiderman sweatpants and Spiderman underwear and socks. I thought I looked really cool and that even at my small size, the kids would accept me. I couldn't wait to make some friends my own age. My Mother drove me to school on the first day and she was making such a big deal of everything and took like a Million pictures. When I got to my classroom, they had us all line up in the front of the room. We had to pick buddies for the year that we would sit with and do activities with. I kept going over to the boys to get a buddy, but none of them would even look at me and just picked someone else. I was getting a little sad when this girl grabbed my hand. She smiled at me and said, Hi my name is Claire and I am now your buddy. Come with me. She walked me over to a large desk that had 2 seats. The seats were a little higher than what I was used to. I went to climb up on the seat when Claire grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up and put me on the seat. She smiled at me and said, there we go, my little buddy. I was a little mad she was kinda babying me and I was about to say something when she smiled at me again and said what's your name? I said Bob, and she said well Bobby , we are going to be best friends from now on. I said my name is Bob, not Bobby; she looked at me and gave me this look and said I know but I like Bobby better, Is it ok if I call you Bobby and she gave my nose a little bop with her finger. I looked at her and for the first time in my life something happened. I had always thought girls were yucky and wanted nothing to do with them, but I thought Claire was beautiful. She had these brown eyes , blonde hair and the cutest face I had ever seen. I wasn't sure what it was, but Claire had some kind of control over me and all I could think was I really wanted her as my best friend. I said OK, you can call me Bobby. We talked a little during the morning and I found out she was 11 and she was from the really rich part of town. I told her where I lived and she gave a little frown. I could tell she knew I was from the poor side of town. I told her about My Mom and a few times I called her mommy and each time I did I noticed Claire smile just a little. When the lunch bell rang, Claire took my hand and said, come on Bobby, I will show you the way to the cafeteria. I noticed none of the other kids were holding hands. When we got to the Cafeteria Claire picked out a table where there were 5 other girls sitting. She told me to sit down next to a red-haired girl named Barbara, and she then asked Barbara to keep an eye on me while she went and got herself and her new Buddy Bobby some lunch. I said to Claire I can get my lunch myself. Claire looked at me and said Bobby the line moves very fast and I don't want you getting hurt, so just sit here with Barbara and let me take care of it ok? OK I said, she smiled gave me a hug and said that's a good Boy. I couldn't help but blush and do as she said. I was a little mad at myself for not standing up to her, but I did as my new best friend said. Barbara started talking to the other girls and even as they talked, they all kept looking at me and smiling. One of the girls, a very tall girl named Mary, said Bobby I really like your outfit, it's so cute. Do you like Spiderman? I said yes, but felt a little embarrassed. The way she was talking to me was definitely not the way one talked to another kid their own age, but more the way an adult talked to a little kid. When Claire came back to the table, she was carrying two trays. She put one in front of me and said, Bobby; I got you some chicken nuggies, a cup of applesauce and some mixed veggies. Now I want you to eat everything I got you. I asked her what do I owe you? She just smiled and said nothing Bobby, You save your money; I am buying my new little best friend his lunch, now eat it all up. I looked at her tray and saw she had gotten herself a cheeseburger with French Fries and a soda. I was wondering where my soda was when she open a container of milk, put a straw in it and put it in front of me. Claire and her friends all talked while I ate and when I was finished, Claire took a napkin and wiped my hands and face. All her friends were smiling and Claire smiled and said now my Bobby is all cleaned up. Claire kept me with her the whole lunch time and when I went to play on the playground, she kept an eye on me and twice told me not to go on certain things as they were too high for me and kept telling me to be careful. On the way back to class, she was holding my hand and then stopped in front of the boys' bathroom and told me to go in and go Potty. I gave her a look, and she asked me do you need any help? I quickly said NO! And ran into the bathroom. When I came out, she asked me if I washed my hands. I said yes. She then looked at me and then grabbed my sweatpants, pulled them out a little and started tucking my shirt back into them. I saw her look down and smile, as she looked at my Spiderman underwear as she pulled the sweatpants out. Good boy, she told me no wet spots. I blushed a very deep red. She looked at me and said don't be embarrassed, Bobby and gave me a hug and a little kiss on the cheek. I knew right then and there I was in Love. The rest of the afternoon went great . Me and Claire worked on our school work and she was even surprised a few times when I helped her with some stuff. But she was definitely much smarter than me. When school was over, Claire held my hand out the door and when I saw my mom standing outside waiting for me I got excited and ran over to her and she picked me up and hugged me. I then realized that I looked like a little baby being held by his mommy and asked my mom to put me down. She laughed and gave me a little pat on my bottom. Claire was smiling and almost laughing. I introduced my mom to Claire and told her she was my best friend and then told her about some of the stuff we did today, leaving out the stuff that sounded Babyish. I said goodbye to Claire and walked over to the car with my Mother. As my mom opened the back door, I started to panic. I had forgotten about the car seat. I looked back at Claire and she was still watching and then I felt my Mother pick me up, put me in the seat and strap me in. I felt so humiliated. I looked around, and no one was looking, but when I looked at Claire, she had a big smile on her face, but not one of laughter, but something different. The next morning my Mother woke me up late, saying come on Bobby, I am sorry I overslept. She undressed me and took off my diaper and gave me a quick wipe down. I was still half asleep as she dressed me and then carried me out to the car and put me in the car-seat and drove me to school. I fell back asleep soon as we started driving and when we got to the school; I was a half hour late. I said goodbye to my mom and ran to my class. I walked in and everyone looked at me and I heard a bunch of giggles. Not sure why I walked over to my table and started trying to get into my seat. I was having a hard time, and Claire was about to get up and help when I got it. The teacher was talking when Claire whispered Bobby what happened. I was so worried. I told her my mom overslept as she was new to all this, getting up early and driving me to school. I told her my mom usually works nights and had taken the week off to get me used to school and next week when she went back to work, I would take the bus to School. She smiled at me and then told me I looked really cute today. I smiled and said so do you Claire. She then said I really love your outfit. I then looked at what I was wearing. It was a baby blue, Baby Shark outfit. I looked like a toddler in it, I just looked at the floor and said ummm thanks. I then heard Claire sniff the air and chuckle a little and say, You smell very cute today also Bobby. OMG I sniffed a little and realized I smelled like baby power and pee. This was a nightmare, and I figured Claire would want nothing to do with me after this, as I smelled like a 2-year-old in wet diapers. I kept silent the rest of the morning, all embarrassed. At 11am the teacher announced it was time for gym class as we had gym every Tuesday and Thursday. Being home schooled, I had never been to gym class but knew we played sports and stuff while there. When we got to the gym, the girls went one way and the boys another. When I got into the boys' locker room, the gym teacher, a huge and tall guy, announced that we each would get 2 sets of gym clothes. We would keep one in our locker and bring the other one home with us to wash after wearing, it was our responsibility to make sure we always had at least one set clean and in our lockers. When I was handed my 2 sets, I knew right away they would be big on me. As my luck would have it, my locker was one of the ones on top and I couldn't reach it. One of the other boys opened it for me and made a comment that I should probably be in preschool gym class. This got a huge chuckle from everyone. As I took off my pants, one boy started laughing and asked me what I was wearing? I looked down and couldn't believe it. I was wearing a white pair of baby shark training underwear with different colored sharks on it. I grabbed a pair of shorts and pulled them on. I knew they would be big, but they were huge on me and barely stayed up. I put the t-shirt on and it, too, was huge and came down really low on me. I went over and told the gym teacher and he just yelled I ain't your Mommy Boy, those are the smallest sets we have. You will have to just make do or go buy a set yourself. It was just black shorts and a white T-shirt, so I knew I was going to have to ask my mom to help me getvsome that fit me. When we got out into the gym, it was huge and I saw the girls were there too. Claire right away came over to me and she saw I looked worried and she asked if everything was OK? I told her my shorts were too big but didn't mention the underwear. The Gym teacher said to warm up everyone would do 4 laps around the gym. Everyone was bigger and much faster than me. After her first lap, Claire slowed down and ran next to me. I thought that was great till one of the boys came running up behind me and pulled my shorts down and ran off. Claire quickly grabbed me and picked me up, this caused my shorts to fall off completely. She slid me to the side of her hip and put her hand on my bottom as she bent over and picked up my shorts. Soon as she put her hand on my bottom, I knew she could feel the thick padding in my underwear. She just bounced me up a little and pulled my shirt down to cover them. But between the training underwear and the smell of powder and pee, I knew she was never going to think of me as an equal. She carried me away out of site of everyone else, she checked my training pants to make sure they were dry and then she held out my shorts and had me step back in them, as I did she looked at my underwear again and said "aww Bobby, those are such cute panties" soon as she said it I could tell she wanted to take it back, She looked me in the eyes and said I am sorry Bobby I didn't mean it in a bad way, I just really think they are cute. Of course, they are not as cute as you and she then bopped me on the nose again with her finger. We then walked back over and everyone was finishing running laps and the gym teacher told everyone to sit down. He then started telling everyone about the things we would be doing this year. He was going on and on. When finished, he told us all to go take showers. I went into the locker room and just changed back into my baby shark outfit and snuck back to class. Lunch was pretty much the same as the day before. I ate with Claire and her friends and Claire bought me lunch. This time it was pizza, and she cut it up into small pieces for me. Then it was the playground and back to class. I noticed the rest of the afternoon Claire kept leaning over me and would sniff me. She didn't act like I smelled bad, but she acted like she liked how I smelt. But I thought that's crazy. Who would like the smell of sweat , baby powder, and pee? When the day was over, Claire again held my hand as we were walking out of the school doors. When we saw my Mother Claire's grip tightened as she whispered to me no running Bobby and she walked me up to my Mother. Claire didn't let go of my hand and I saw my mom look and smile. Claire then said Bobby told me about what happened this morning and how you usually work nights. I will have my driver come by in the mornings with me from now on and we will pick up Bobby if that is ok with you, I really don't want him riding on the bus to school, as some boys can be mean to some of the younger, I mean smaller boys. I was taken by surprise, as I did not know she was going to do this. My Mother said that is very nice but Bobby has some umm certain needs to ride in a car. Claire looked at my mom and said that is not an issue. We have a car-seat that will fit Bobby perfectly and I insist. My Mom looked at me and then back at Claire and said OK. Claire smiled and then, still holding my hand, walked over to my Mom's car, opened the door, lifted me up, put me in my car-seat and then buckled me in. She closed the door and then got my address from my Mother and said, see you in the morning Bobby. The next morning, Mom got me up early, she got me undressed and gave me a quick bath and then got me dressed in my Batman outfit. I felt pretty cool. Soon we heard the car horn, and I said goodbye to Mom and walked out. As I got to the car, Claire got out and opened the back door for me, and that's when I saw it. The car seat was babyish and girly, but it was big enough to fit me. Claire picked me up and put me in it. The straps buckled between my legs and were a little tight. Then Claire pulled down a safety guard that had toddler activity toys on it. I was a little embarrassed. Claire sat right next to me and said do you like it Bobby? Then she started showing me the toys and how they worked. She had a little bag with her and she asked me if I was hungry. She pulled out a small box of honey nut cheerios and put some on the little tray of the car seat. I was embarrassed as I ate them with my hands. Claire then handed me a sippy cup with some juice in it and said, here drink this. I don't want my little baby thirsty. She then quickly said sorry I meant to say my "little Bobby" I felt so humiliated but said nothing. Claire was, after all, my first friend and she said we were best friends. Claire looked at me and said I really liked the outfit you had on yesterday better Bobby, this one just isn't as cute. Try to wear something cuter tomorrow. School was now becoming easier, and I spent almost all my time with Claire. On Thursday, Claire asked if I wanted to hang out with her over the weekend? I thought she meant during the day or like a date or something, as I was really getting a huge crush on her. After School when I was getting dropped off on Thursday, Claire took my hand and walked me up to the door where my mom was standing. She said hello and then said me and Bobby were talking and if it's ok with you, we would like to do a sleepover. At the word sleepover, my eyes went wide. She had never mentioned a sleepover. My Mom smiled and said that would be wonderful. Bobby has never had a sleep over before. Claire said that's great so after School my driver will drop us both off here and then he will pick me up at 2pm in the afternoon on Saturday if that works for you? She said to my mom. Sounds Perfect my mom answered with a smile. Claire leaned over and gave me a hug and then whispered, don't forget to dress cuter tomorrow , she reminded me. That night I could barely sleep. All I kept thinking of is what if Claire finds out about my diapers? How am I going to hide them from her? I was up very late for me and in the morning I was exhausted. Mom woke me up and took my diaper off. She cleaned me up a little with some wipes and then sprinkled a lot of powder on me. I thought it was a bit much and was worried people would smell it. Mom, then asked me what I wanted to wear. Remembering what Claire had said, I said Paw Patrol, Mom grabbed the light blue Paw Patrol outfit and a pair of Paw Patrol Underwear. When I got to the Car, Claire was out and had the door open. She lifted me up, put me in the car seat and then strapped me in nice and tight. She then was playing with my hair, saying how it was still wet and she would comb it for me. She smiled and said good job on wearing such a cute outfit. I really like it. She then handed me a pack of strawberry pop tarts. They are my favorite. Then she said, here is your sippy cup. Bobby, drink it all up. I noticed this one had 2 handles and was a lot more Babyish bit it was grape juice and I drank it all. When we got to School, Claire walked me into the classroom holding my hand. The day went pretty normal till after lunch. Claire stopped by the boys' bathroom with me and, as she had done all week, she told me to go potty. I went in and went to pee on the potty as I was told, but when I came out Claire looked at me and then looked at my sweatpants. I looked down and saw a small wet spot on the front. She asked if there was anyone else in the bathroom. I said no. She grabbed my hand and pulled me back inside. She then took me into one of the stales and had me take my sneakers off and then the sweatpants, she pulled them down and had me step out of them. I was completely embarrassed as She checked my Paw Patrol Underwear to make sure they weren't too wet. I had never had anyone besides my Mother touch me in that area. they were just slightly damp, and I thought she was making too big a deal out of it all. She said, you have to be more careful, Bobby. We can't have you going pee pee in your pants during the day too, can we? I was scared, thinking, what does that mean? does she know about my diapers? I was worried. She took the pants over to the hand dryer and held the wet spot up under the heat, and they quickly dried out. She then had me step back into them. I was so humiliated Claire had just seen me in wet Paw Patrol underwear. All I thought was how embarrassing it all was. After school, Claire's driver dropped us off at my house. Claire was being very nice to me, but she was definitely acting more in charge of me. I wanted to say something, but I liked her and she was my new best friend and I was hoping/dreaming maybe we could be something more. My Mother heard us and was at the door waiting. As we walked up, Claire was holding my hand. When we got to my Mom, Claire said Bobby, tell your mommy what happened today. I was confused and not sure what she meant. I looked at my mom and then at Claire. I opened my mouth, but wasn't sure what to say. Claire said, well I guess he is too embarrassed to tell you, but when Bobby used the potty today , he had a little accident in his pants. I was shocked and mad. I couldn't believe Claire was saying this to my mom. It was just a little wet spot. She then continued, I had to go into the Boys room with him and take his pants off and use the hot air dryer to dry them out, there was not much I could do with his wet panties and had to leave them on him so he should probably change soon so he doesn't get a rash down there. My Mother looked at me and asked Bobby is this true? I just looked down at the ground, too embarrassed and confused to say anything. My Mother just said I see. Claire then said I am hoping we can talk because I have become very fond of little Bobby here and she squeezed my hand. My Mother walked into the house, and soon we got inside. Claire told me to sit on the floor and watch some cartoons while she and my mommy talked. I was getting mad. Claire was supposed to be my friend, my best friend even. Claire picked up the remote and put on sponge Bob and said be a good boy for me and watch TV, ok Bobby? I just nodded my head. Claire said I am sorry Bobby. I couldn't hear you. I looked at her and said, "Yes Claire". She ruffled my hair with her hand and gave a little giggle. Soon as they went into the kitchen, I crawled towards the door so I could hear them. Claire said to my Mother , I am guessing this is not the first accident he has had, is it? My Mom said, no it's definitely not. Claire then said, I sit right next to Bobby all day and I have more than once smelt pee and even baby powder on him, the first gym class his shorts fell down a bit and I could see he was wearing training panties. My Mother said, yeah we use them during the day sometimes when we know we will be out for a while. Claire just said, I see. I was very surprised, as Claire seemed to be the one in charge of the conversation. She then said to my Mother and I am guessing you have to keep him in something a little more "absorbent" at night? My Mother said, yeah we have special extra thick diapers, We order that he has to wear at night as he wets heavy in his sleep. I could see Claire nod and she just cooked at my Mom for a bit and then continued, Regular school can be a lot for someone with Bobby's wetting issues and with his Size and looks it is just a matter of time before it all becomes too much for Bobby to deal with on his own. I also know Bobby said you would be going back to work at night next week. My Mother said yes that is true I work from 10pm to 6am , I have a babysitter who watches Bobby at nights after I put him to bed. Claire said that must get expensive and when you get home, you are going to be exhausted. Will the Babysitter change Bobby at night and wash Bobby in the morning before school? My Mother just looked at Claire, and said I know she won't change him at night which is why we use the super thick diapers for Bobby and I am guessing I will have to wash him in the morning before you pick him up and drive him to school. Claire looked at my Mother and said I know this is all very difficult for you and I think I have a solution as I don't want to see Bobby get picked on at School and I don't mean to be rude, but I know money is tight for you. My Mom just laughed and said tight is putting it mildly. Claire looked at my Mom I am only saying this because I want to help. So first off my family has lots of money and when I say lots, I mean lots. I grew up in a serious household and I have been trained from a very young age to solve problems as I am an only child and one day I will take over my parents' company. I already have my driver picking up and dropping Bobby off every day. We will still drop Bobby off after school. What time is Bobby's bedtime Claire asked? I get Bobby ready for bed at 8 and then I let him stay up till 9, then it's lights out my mom answered. OK, Claire said if you agree I will have my driver pick him up at 830 every night and take him to my house ,where I will Babysit him, then I will make sure he is ready for school in the morning and make sure he gets to school on time. My Mother looked at Claire and said No, I can't ask you to do that. It's too much. Claire said you are not asking I am asking you to please let me do this for you, like I said I have grown very fond of our little Bobby boy and if we don't do this, I am afraid none of it is going to work out, and he won't be able to stay in regular school. If I hadn't been watching out for him at school, I don't believe he would have made it through this first week. My Mother let out a sigh and said, well it doesn't sound like this is an offer I can really refuse. Great, Claire said. Now there are a few other things I want to go over. I want Bobby to understand I am in charge now and I know it's going to be difficult for him having a girl pretty much his same age taking care of him, but it is something he needs. I will be his Babysitter not only at night but at school as well. This is something we will need to keep from all the other kids at all costs as we don't want to make things anymore difficult for him. But the teachers and staff will have to know and I will make sure my father give the school a call and let them know my word is final for what is best for Bobby. My Father has a lot of pull not only at the school but in this entire area and no one will question it when he tells them. Now as I will be taking care of Bobby and his night time and day time issues, I want to get him into regular baby diapers, I will be checking and changing him every few hours, I do not like the idea of Bobby in the same diaper for almost 12 hours. That is probably the main reason it's so hard to get that pee pee and powder smell off of him. My Mother just nodded and said I understand. I couldn't believe it. My Mother just made Claire my full-time Babysitter. Claire then said I also feel its best if we keep him in the training panties like he was wearing the other day. They look enough like regular boys panties, but they will catch his little tinkles much better. My Mother just looked at Claire and said, "whatever you think is best. " I was sitting on the floor in shock, when I heard my Mother yell Bobby please come in here. I walked in and looked at Claire and my Mother. I don't know if they had any idea I had heard everything, but if they did, they didn't let on at all. Claire picked me up and sat me on her lap like I was her baby, which I guess on some level I now was. My Mother told me everything I had heard them talking about and when she ended she said to me, "and Bobby so there is no confusion Claire is 100% in charge and if you do not listen, she has my full authority to punish you as she sees fit! As my mom said that last part, Claire gave me a tight squeeze around the waist as if to say, "you are mine now". Do you understand Bobby? I put my head down and mumbled a yes. Claire then spoke up and said what was that Bobby? Answer your mommy properly. "Yes, Mommy," I said loud and clearly. Claire then lifted me up and turned me to look at her, well now that we know the rules, little mister, I think it's time we get you out of those pee pee panties. I crossed my arms and looked at Claire and said they are not panties, they are briefs., panties are for girls and I made a grumpy face. Claire tickled me and said oh look who told me. Well, your cute little wet briefs need changing and since we are in for the night, I am going to get you all ready for bed. I know you are grumpy, but I expect you to behave and do as I say. I would really hate to have to spank that cute little hieny or yours, but don't think for a second I won't just because we are best friends. She kept tickling me and I couldn't help it and started giggling and I knew I sounded like a cute little baby boy by the way Claire was smiling at me. Once up in my room, Claire told me, "Bobby, go pick out some pajamas and go get me one of your Pampers. I blushed beat red when she called them Pampers and I wanted to tell her they were not Pampers but mega-max briefs, but being as they were super thick plastic diapers, I didn't think this was the hill to die on. I came back with a pair of grey pajamas that I thought looked cool with fake suspenders on them and, of course, my super thick diaper. Claire looked at it and played with it in her hands, making it crinkle super loud. I looked at my table and saw she had gotten a container of diaper rash ointment to put on me. Claire looked at the pajamas and said, these are not very cute pajamas, but since this is probably the last time you pick out your pajamas ever, I will let you wear them tonight. I asked what you mean? Claire said I will be taking care of you every day and night from now on, Baby Boy and I will be making sure you are dressed to look like a very cute and proper little man. Claire then started taking off my shirt. I pulled away a little, and she grabbed me and looked at me. She then said in a very serious voice I had never heard from her before, Bobby I am in charge now I know this is difficult for you but I promise it won't be any easier for either of us if I have to give you a Spanking! Are you going to make me spank you? Because I really don't want to. Now are you going to behave for me? I knew I was defeated and Claire was not only bigger and stronger, but she now had full authority over me and I knew she could make my life very difficult if I didn't listen and do as she said. I will be good I said. Claire smiled and took off my shirt and then pulled down and took off my pants, leaving me standing in just my pee pee Staind Paw Patrol Underwear. She looked at me and said those little panties are so cute on you. I love how cute the characters look on them. Bobby turn around for me. I did and she let out an awww. They are even cute on that little bottom of yours and I felt her pinch my bottom. I let out a yelp that sounded way too girly for my liking. Claire then picked me up and lay me down on my bed. I saw her smile as the plastic mattress cover crinkled as I moved and again I was embarrassed. I let out a few tears, just wishing I was normal sized and didn't have to wear diapers to bed. Then, as I was laying down, I felt Claire put a finger on each side of my underwears waistband and very slowly start pulling them down. I closed my eyes as this was all way too much, Claire the girl I thought of as my best friend and the cutest girl ever was taking down my pee Staind babyish underwear was about to see my privates and then diaper me for the first of many times to come. Once my underwear was off, everything was really quiet and I didn't hear anything. I opened my eyes and saw Claire just staring at my diaper area. I asked her what are you doing? She smiled at me and said, Bobby it's so cute and looks just like a little babies. I was laying there wishing the bed would just eat me up, when I heard the noise of crinkles again and as I looked I saw Claire holding the diaper and opening it up. I put my hands over my eyes, but then I heard Claire say no Bobby, put your hands above your head and hold them together. I also want your eyes open and I want you to watch me as I diaper you. This is how you will always behave when I am diapering you. Your hands are always above your head and you will watch me, unless, of course, I am changing you while you are asleep, then I won't punish you for disobeying my rules. Now lift your bottom! I did as she said and lifted up and watched her as she slid the diaper under my bottom. She then stood over me and looked down at me smiling. I then heard her whisper my cute little Baby Bobby. She then opened the tub of diaper rash ointment and she started rubbing it on me. She was putting on so much and I said what are you doing Claire? She said you have a bit of a rash starting and I want to stop it right away. She continued rubbing it on me and I started feeling something I had never felt before, I didn't know what it was but I knew I didn't want it to stop. Something was happening to me down there. Claire finished with the ointment in the front and then grabbed both my ankles with one hand and lifted my bottom up, and she started rubbing the ointment all over my bottom. I felt really embarrassed as she put it between my cheeks; she was being really thorough, and I was blushing so red I thought I might burst into flames. She then lowered me back onto the diaper and I heard it crinkle again. All I could think of was how I felt when Claire had put the ointment on my front, Claire then looked down at my front and smiled and said I think someone likes me and started putting more ointment there. I didn't know what was happening, as I had never felt this way before but I was starting to feel like I would do anything for Claire. I then heard Claire laugh and say, Bobby, you getting too excited! Naughty Boy she said, but from the look on her face and the big smile, I didn't think she really meant what she was saying, but she stopped and I felt like I could cry. She then used a towel and cleaned her hands and taped the diaper onto me. Again she stood there, looking at me and smiling. She picked up the Grey pajama bottom and held them out and said step in. I did, and she pulled them up and then put the pajama shirt on me. She was on her knees and had me standing up in front of her. Bobby she said I want you to understand you are now my baby boy. This is the way I have wanted you since I first layed eyes on you. I just looked at Claire thinking of how I felt and how I wanted Claire in charge of me. Claire asked me what's the matter Bobby Boy? I said I thought you liked me, but do you just see me as a baby? She took the top of my pajama pants and pulled them down. And started checking my diaper and that it fit good around the legs and waist and she patted the front and back a few times. I just looked down at the floor, not sure what to do. When she said Bobby, you think this makes me like you less? Bobby, you don't understand. This makes me like you more. You are the Boy I always wanted. You are a cute little baby, but with the mind of a big boy. I am going to take care of you forever. I am your Babysitter, your best friend and one day Bobby, I am going to be your wife. What? I said, OH yes Bobby I will one day be your wife, and she then gave me a kiss on the lips, this wasn't a kiss you give a friend , this was a kiss like in the movies. When she pulled away, she looked at me and said; I love you, Bobby! You are my baby, but you are also my boyfriend. I am your Boyfriend I said? If you want to be, she said. I do. I said I love you too! Claire then picked me up, held me in her arms, and gave me a big kiss once again. This was the beginning of our many adventures together. I love Claire but I definitely didn't enjoy every thing that happened over the last 15 years.
  4. Hi! I’m new to the community! Nice to meet u! I want a mommy so this bby girl can have her diaper changed and feel like the most special girl in the world 🥰🥰 I don’t want a daddy! I already have enough issues with them.
  5. Hi, I'm a mommy leaning rper. I'm open to pretty much any scenario and gender pairings, if you have an idea you've been dying to try, I'm open to it! I'm especially open to rps involving the diaper dimension or any sort of humiliation/domestication centred rps with reverse potty training.
  6. The Pumpkin Prince: Prologue A/N: Hello again! This story will be my next pet project on this site and it's an idea I've had since October. It's taken me this long to put it into action. but I hope you'll enjoy it. This story focuses on our Main Character Nathan who finds himself in a mysterious world where he must masquerade as the child of a prestigious Count. It's a bit weird, I admit, but vampires and supernatural creatures are my special interest and I've been wanting to write this story for months. It won't contain much of a horror element as much as the Halloween tag may fool you. It will contain semi-forced regression, coercion, intimidation, breastfeeding, bondage, and despite all of that, a lot of fluff. This is just the prologue and while it may seem like a lot so far, I promise we haven't even gotten to the best bit. Without further ado, let's get into it! Nathan hit the bottom of the chasm with a harsh thud. He had no time to prepare himself as the ground had crumbled beneath his feet while walking through a simple pumpkin patch; practically picked clean by patrons the previous days. Groaning, he found he had landed on yet another pumpkin which broke most of his fall. Hissing, he pushed himself up onto his knees. There was a throbbing in his rib and it was with no light amount of disgust that Nathan found he was covered in pumpkin goop. “Fuckin’ hell,” He tried to comment but a rustling of leaves nearby halted him. He finally noticed his predicament as he absorbed his surroundings. He was deep in a cavern, the walls arching up some 30-40 feet up. Lanterns hung down from the ceiling along with a multitude of simple floating candles. He found himself in the middle of a bountiful pumpkin patch. Very Charlie Brown-esque. The rustling grew nearer and was soon accompanied by a voice. “Fibby, Tibby, is that you? You know your mom said she’d ground you if you two picked my pumpkins again-” Time seemed to stop as the figure revealed himself and Nathan felt his stomach drop. Standing in front of him was a tall, lanky figure. It towered over him and was dressed in well-worn overalls; the kind with patches on the knees and one strap broken. It wore gloves that had to have been white at some point but were now stained a dark brown with time. A simple threadbare flannel under the overalls and worn black rainboots finished the ensemble. However, what shook Nathan was the burlap sack over the figure’s face. Bits of straw poked through the bag forming a patchy beard while the bag conformed to the shape of a face. The eyeholes were wide and expressive and looked down at Nathan with what he was sure was a faux concern. “Oh, you poor thing-” The Scarecrow cooed as he leaned down toward Nathan, finally forcing him to act. “AHHHH!” Nathan screamed, scrambling away as quickly as he could. Which wasn’t very quick mind you. He found himself slipping in the pumpkin goop until his back hit a large white fence. Pain shot through his side and leg at the moment, but Nathan was more focused on the scarecrow now approaching him quickly. Another scream tore through him. “Shhhh!” The scarecrow hushed him quickly. “I’m not gonna hurt ya, little guy. Honest.” Throat now burning from exertion Nathan could only whimper as the scarecrow shuffled closer. Its gloved hand reached up toward the bag on his head and pulled it off slowly. With the bag off, Nathan balked at a very familiar sight. “M-Mister Myles?” He stuttered looking into the soft wrinkles of Mr. Myles Patch, the sweet and kind middle-aged man who kept his minuscule town stocked with award-winning pumpkins every fall season. Mr. Myles nodded slowly, seemingly emboldened by Nathan’s waning fright. He snuck a bit closer, gently placing a hand on Nathan’s leg causing him to gasp in pain. “You bumbled yourself quite a bit.” He muttered worriedly. “We need to get you inside so I can call a doctor before anyone sees you here.” Nathan opened his mouth to speak but had to bite down on his lip to fight a wail as Myles lifted him from the remains of the pumpkin. He was swiftly carried inside what looked to be a cozy cottage. Mr. Myles wasted no time carrying him towards a living room that looked like something out of a granny’s dream home catalog. However, the couch was more comfortable than it looked as Mr. Myles laid him down. “Sit tight, kiddo while I call a doctor.” ‘I’m not a kid.’ Nathan wanted to comment as he was 17, about to be 18 come next season. But he was more focused on trying not to cry what with his throbbing leg and side. There was quick mumbling coming from the tiny kitchen. Mr. Myles saying something about ‘-An emergency. Come quick and come alone.’ When he returned, he held a glass of clear water, a thin straw sticking out the top rim. “Come on,” He encouraged as he held the straw to Nathan’s lips. “Have a sip.” The water was cool and refreshing to Nathan’s sore throat, but it didn’t erase his questions. “Where am I?” He demanded. “What happened?” Mr. Myles bit his lip before putting the glass down and sitting on the armchair nearby. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. It sounds crazy.” Nathan huffed out an annoyed breath. “I fell through the ground into a pumpkin patch owned by a scarecrow who just so happens to be the friendly old man who lives up the street.” He summed up. “I’m in pain and I want to go home. Just tell me what’s going on!” Mr. Myles seemed to be battling with himself for a moment longer before he sighed. “This is Autumn Hollow…A village that’s existed below yours for centuries…It’s another world, of sorts. The hole you fell in was a portal. I don’t know how you found it, usually, it’s closed.” “I was walking through your patch…” “I closed up yesterday morning, though, son. Shouldn’t you be trick or treatin’?” Nathan shrugged and winced. “I was passing through. Clearing my head.” It was definitely more than that. But he wasn’t about to dump his whole home life on what was essentially a stranger. Luckily, a quick knock on the door saved him from having to explain. Mr. Myles got up to greet the doctor and soon he was leading in an elderly woman in a black apron. She looked nice enough with her grey hair curling around her ears under a wide-brimmed black hat. When she saw Nathan tense with pain on the couch, her face fell. “Oh you poor dear,” She set a heavy bag down on the coffee table with a thud and pulled a square cloth from her pocket. Nathan could only lay there as she dabbed at the pumpkin goop drying on his face. “Ma’am, are you a doctor?” He asked hesitantly. “Oh, sweet child. I’m better than a doctor,” She smiled reassuringly. “I’m a witch!” “Can you help me?” Nathan pleaded. He had seen so much already and frankly he wasn’t in the mood to dispute the logistics of an old woman being a witch while laying on a couch belonging to a scarecrow. “I’m in a bit of pain.” Immediately, the witch nodded. “I’ll fix you right up, baby. We gotta let the cauldron boil.” What followed was a series of terrifying events all leading up to an anticlimactic finish. As the unseen cauldron started to boil, the witch disappeared into the kitchen with Mr. Myles leaving Nathan a mere 20ft away. “Myles hand me your eyes of newt.” “Lucky I picked some up not too long ago.” “Now we add the spider legs…” “We need the plan to get him home. You know I can’t tote him through town.” “Spider. Legs. Myles.” “Right, apologies.” “I could have sworn I brought some snake fangs…” “Right here. So what do you think we should do?” “Hmm…You have a half-sister, don’t you? The one married to the Count?” “So?” “Say he’s your nephew. Problem solved.” “You’re missing the moon drops-” “Don’t tell me how to brew!” “Well- I can’t say he’s my nephew! Nobody would believe that even if he could pass as their son, why would she let him visit now?” “It’s none of their business. Just say he’s your nephew and move on.” “But he can’t pass for Hollow Folk, Debs.” This bickering continued until Nathan felt as if his stomach was turning inside out. After all, goat’s tears?! No way he was drinking that. He’d rather suffer. But when Mr. Myles and the witch returned, she wasn’t holding some disgusting concoction in a glass bottle. Rather, she held a plain white mug with a mountain of what looked like whipped cream and chocolate shavings. The cherry on top was a cookie wafer straw sticking up through the foam. “Okay, baby. I made you some nice hot cocoa to help you feel better.” Immediately Nathan looked at her with mistrust. There was no way that came from those ingredients. But she only looked at him with gentle regard. “Come on, son. You don’t want it to get cold.” Very hesitantly, he took the mug, wincing as Myles propped up pillows behind him to sit up. Nathan sniffed the mug, but only smelled sweet chocolate and whipped cream. He licked the whipped cream peak and found it to be exactly as he remembered it to taste. His reservations slowly disappeared when he took the wafer straw into his mouth and took the tiniest sip. It was hot chocolate. Warm, sweet, creamy even. Not even burning hot considering how quickly they had brought it out to him. As he took another, deeper sip, he realized his aches and pains were starting to melt away. Breathing was getting easier. His knee throbbed less and less before halting completely. Each sip of the delicious liquid made him feel warm and soft. Before he knew it, the mug was empty. Even the whipped cream had melted into the cocoa and he crunched the softened wafer straw before putting the mug on the coffee table. “Feel better?” The witch asked and Nathan nodded. “Thank you, ma’am,” Because he had manners. “Oh, please,” The witch sat down on the couch beside him, ignoring the pumpkin goop smeared on the cushion. “Call me Debbie.” Nathan gave her a gentle smile before Mr. Myles’ throat cleared. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, son, but we have to get you home before nightfall.” “We’ve already discussed it, Myles. He’ll play your nephew and you can get him to the return portal!” Debbie groaned. “I can make him look like Hollow Folk if it makes you feel better, but it’s not as big of a deal as you say.” “Whatever gets me home.” Nathan agreed readily. Myles ran a hand over his face, somehow ditching his gloves when Nathan didn’t notice. “What if my sister hears?” “Then you can explain. She’d understand. She’s not as uppity as you make her seem. She was a small farm town girl at one point.” Debbie seemed determined, rooting through her heavy bag. “I have just the thing too.” As she was searching, Myles pulled on his burlap sack once more. It was a strange sight to see as it contoured to his face looking identical to him now that Nathan wasn’t panicking. Debbie hummed triumphantly as she pulled out what looked to Nathan to be a set of plastic vampire fangs. The kind that came with a cheap vampire costume and made it hard to talk. He wasn’t sure of the intelligence of the Hollow Folk, but a simple set of plastic fangs couldn’t possibly fool them. Debbie, understanding his confusion, pointed to Myles. “It’s like his mask, son. This will disguise you well enough to fool anyone in town. Pop them in, and bite down as hard as you can. Be prepared to adjust.” Nathan had no idea what adjust meant but he took the fangs anyway and slipped them into his mouth. Before he bit down, Debbie stood. “I’ll get the sink ready for a bath.” He dismissed her words as more magical nonsense and bit down as hard as he could. A rush of warmth overtook his body. It almost felt like the drop of a roller coaster and his back met the soft pillows. Opening his eyes that he didn’t know he closed, Nathan took in the sight of the cottage. What was originally a dimly lit, the worn-down cottage was now a rich, homely environment. There were motes of light casting soft shadows around the room and he couldn’t help but stare. “The improved eyesight is a pretty good deal,” Myles noted and Nathan was startled upon realizing Myles towered over him so harshly. ‘Give me space!’ He tried to say, but what came out was a high-pitched slur. “Spay!” “Spuh-” He stuttered. “Spay!” “Easy there, son,” Myles reached for Nathan and lifted him off the couch by his underarms. “The magic goes by your spiritual maturity. Relax and let me get you home.” Nathan ignored him. “Me dow’! No!” He squirmed as he was carried to the kitchen, just as cozy and lit as the living room. And Debbie had filled a large farm sink with sweet lavender-scented suds. “Let’s get that pumpkin guts off him. I’ll bathe him while you find him something to wear?” Nathan was stripped much to his protest and deposited into the sink. To his horror, he fit inside. He felt tears fill his eyes as he looked up at Debbie. “Noo!” He warbled. Looking down at his hands. They were small and chubby, little clumsy sausages gripping the edge of the sink. “Baby,” Debbie cooed, running a warm cloth down his back. “The sooner we get you clean the sooner you can go home.” “No’ baby!” Nathan pouted, pushing the suds in rebellion as tears started to dribble. “Wan’ go ‘ome!” “You will,” Debbie promised. “Trust me.” He cried through the entire fiasco that was the bath and even harder as Debbie wrapped him in a fluffy red towel to dry while Myles hunted for clothes. “That man,” Debbie huffed the longer he took. “Grab anything and I’ll shrink it down!” Myles returned soon enough with a handful of garments. First was a billowy nightshirt in impeccable condition. Not a spec of dirt or wear which happened to be a sharp contrast to the entire home. The second was a rectangle of fabric. “This was my sister’s growing up,” He held out the nightshirt. “And I figure this…Is necessary.” He held out the fabric. “Oh, my my,” Debbie said with a pleasant smile. “He’ll look so adorable. Like a little Pumpkin Prince should!” She grabbed the garments and held a squirming Nathan over to Myles while she shrunk them to size. Myles bounced Nathan slightly, trying to cheer him up. “You’re gonna go home, kiddo. We’ll go right after we get you dressed.” Nathan’s cries ceased from exhaustion once the clothes were ready. Debbie slipped the nightshirt over his head and tied the neckline in a neat bow. His humiliation increased as he realized the strip of fabric was in fact a diaper. But it was an old-school sort. The kind that was done up with safety pins Debbie had no trouble conjuring out of thin air and secured the diaper on. “There we go, Viscount Dracul.” She spoke in a heavily accented tone before scooping him into her arms and encouraging him to lean against her shoulder. “Let’s go then.” And Nathan watched as Myles packed a small canvas bag with various items. A blanket, a stuffed pumpkin plush, and an umbrella which most definitely shouldn’t have fit in the bag but did. “Remember, Nathan. I’m your uncle. Your mommy and daddy let you stay with me for the day and now we’re sending you home. You are 18 months old and you’re very tired after a long day of playing.” “M’tay.” Nathal gave a shuddered breath. It wouldn’t be too hard to pretend to be exhausted, he thought. Boy was he wrong as they stepped out into the front yard. If the inside of the cottage was straight out of a movie, the outside view was an otherworldly vision. Myles’ cottage sat on top of a large hill overlooking an entire village. The village was abuzz with sights. Quaint little houses all as cozy and homely as Myles lined up along a grid of walkways. But the further out the walkways went, the more the town changed. It was as if it were one big carnival. The music carried through the air, wrapping around Nathan’s mind and luring him in. He could smell the sweetness of caramel apples and kettle corn. “Head down, baby,” Debbie instructed softly. The trio walked (well Nathan was carried) down the hill to the entrance of the town. Chatter could be heard all around. They didn’t make it far before a chirp-like voice called out to them. “Mr. Myles! We’ve been looking for you,” Nathan turned his head to see a rather short creature with the head of a raven approaching. “We need another judge for the pumpkin carving contest!” “I wish I could, Cork, but I need to get this little guy home.” “Oh?! Who is this?” They asked stepping up to Debbie. “My nephew,” Myles said quickly. “Really we have to go. His mother wants him home before nightfall. And he’s already so sleepy. You know how babies are-” The bird creature gave a pleasant tweet as it held its hands-wings? Up to Debbie to receive the child. “Let me get a looksie!” Nathan watched Mr. Myles give Debbie a look as she bent over and handed Nathan over. “He doesn’t look so sleepy to me,” Cork trilled while looking Nathan over. “What’s his name?” “Uh..” Myles’ eyes shifted back and forth to get an idea. “Nathaniel.” Cork nodded and Nathan felt a delicate feather pressing his chin down slightly. He let out a noise of discontentment and Cork let him go quickly. “Such a strong name. And I can see his fangs poking through he’s gonna be a heartthrob for the ladies. I can already tell!” Cork handed Nathan back to Debbie as he started to squirm. “You should bring him ‘round to Martha. She’d love to meet him!” “I would, but-” “Martha!” Cork cawed through the air. Pretty soon a whole horde of Hollow Folk came to get an eyeful of Mr. Myles’ nephew Nathaniel. And with them came gifts. Nathan couldn’t help but preen at the attention even if some of the Hollow Folk made his tiny heart clench at the sight of them. They were all quite nice from their first impression. He didn’t know which one had deposited a sunflower crown on his head, but it made him feel special nonetheless. One woman in a similar, newer-looking, black apron compared to Debbie’s came up with a small spoon food of orange-tinted puree. “Let’s see how the baby likes my pumpkin pie.” Nathan wasn’t one to turn down treats, especially if they were as delicious as the hot cocoa he was served before. The tiny spoon slipped into his mouth and he mushed the paste around with his clumsy tongue. It was miles better than the store-bought pies his mother tended to buy at the last moment for Thanksgiving. The filling filled his mouth with warmth and as he swallowed his bite, he couldn’t help but let out a gurgled giggle. “‘Ummy!” He tried to tell the woman who visibly melted at the sight of his joy. “Oh my stars, he loves it!” She cheered triumphantly. “Now, wait a minute,” A sweeter voice chimed in from the back of the crowd. “I want him to try mine!” “And mine!” Several more voices piped up and Nathan found himself the sole judge in a pie-baking contest. Debbie sat down on a bench made from woven fibers and a line of women wanting their pie judged filled in front of her. When each pie was tasted, and each woman gave a word of praise from his limited vocabulary (because each one, he swore, was the best pie he had ever tasted) he was handed a large blue ribbon. “Which one was the best?” Debbie encouraged him to pick. She even set him down on his feet to choose despite his bare feet. The ground was soft even for a child, tufts of grass not too long to trip, but long enough to cover the soil. He took one step forward towards the group. Nathan blinked at the group of women eagerly waiting to be chosen for the ribbon. This attention was as far different than before. He was the center of attention, but rather than doting on him, they were waiting for him to do something. It was all too familiar to his parents. Waiting for him to decide on a college, waiting for him to graduate, waiting for him to do something impressive. Eager to just get it over with, Nathan rushed over to the first woman, the youngest of the group, and handed her the ribbon. He didn’t wait for their response before he rushed to the nearest adult he recognized which just so happened to be Myles. Myles of course wasted no time scooping him up into his arms. Nathan buried his face into the rough texture of the flannel on Myles’ shoulder and held onto him tightly. “‘Ome. ‘Ome.” The revelry of the group seemed to dissipate as they realized their judge wasn’t as enthusiastic as before. “Oh no,” One baker cooed softly. “Did we scare him?” “No, no,” Myles was quick to assure. “Poor baby isn’t used to such a large crowd. He’s really looking forward to seeing his Mommy and Daddy again.” “Well, if Mary would bring him by once in a harvest moon he wouldn’t be so jumpy,” Someone scoffed. “But she’s pretty busy up in her ivory tower now, too busy to say hi to us hicks, huh?” “That’s my sister you’re talking about,” Myles warned. “She’s just been busy what with her work and now the baby-” Debbie took it as a great time to step in. “You all forget how old-school the Count is. He was around before we folk started to spread out. It took him and Mary a great deal of thinkin’ before they decided to let Myles keep the baby overnight.” She lied flawlessly. “Now instead of judging a first-time mom, we should all be thankful and show her her faith was not lost on us to show her baby boy a good time.” “But that can wait til the next trip!” Myles stepped in once more. “She only let me watch him for a few hours so we should get him back about now-” “Awww can’t it wait just a little longer?” Cork lamented. “We haven’t had a baby around since Tibby and Fibby were born!” “And that was over a decade ago!” “Next time,” Myles swore. “If I don’t get him back by nightfall, she’ll be so angry she won’t let me watch him again.” A gasp overtook the crowd as if he admitted to some heinous crime. And then it wasn’t so hard to walk through the village. People waved and cooed at Nathan but didn’t try to halt their path. A few times, they would hand the boy small trinkets and gifts which he accepted happily. A hand-carved wooden dog, a necklace with a bat on the end, and even a woven bracelet slipped onto his chubby wrist. Despite his fright from before, Nathan felt his heart sink the closer and closer they grew to an old white building with purple light emanating from stained glass panes. Was he ready to go home? Wouldn’t it be better to just stay here where people clearly wanted him around? He made a small noise of distress and Myles patted him on his back soothingly. “We’re almost there, bud. You’ll be home soon.” “Wha…” The baby stuttered, fingers dipping closer to his lips in nervousness. “I ‘tay?” He asked. “What is it?” Myles asked, pausing in his steps and looking at Nathan’s hidden face. “Wan’ ‘tay.” Nathan spoke clearer. Debbie chose then to pipe up. “I think he’s asking to stay, Myles.” At once, Myles’ face fell. “Oh, son,” “Wan’ ‘tay.” “You gotta go home, son. Your parents are probably wondering where you are. I already told the town you’re going home…Your place is up there,” Myles motioned to the dirt ceiling. “You’ll go home and eat dinner and…this will all just seem like a weird dream.” Tears sprouted in Nathan’s eyes as his lip quivered. “Nooo!” Myles didn’t know what it was like. Myles could just disappear down here where people liked him and forget about the outside world. His fists struck, thumping against Myles’ shoulder without force but the man kept walking. “Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if he stayed,” Debbie piped up. “Just for a little while…” “Time moves differently up there, Debs,” Myles sighed. “Each night here is two months up there. He has a life and family up there. And we can’t keep him. Especially if my sister heard that I’ve been toting around a topsider as my nephew.” Nathan sobbed heaving breaths. If he went home, he’d have to go back to a family who barely cared about him. To friends too busy deciding their own futures to even spend the day with him. To the stack of transcripts and pamphlets on his desk demanding he decides what he was going to do when there wasn’t anything that interested him in the world. He wasn’t an athlete or a genius. He was just Nathan, a small-town boy who sometimes bagged groceries at the EZ Mart on the corner. What was there in the world for him when there was something so homely and soft right under his feet? Myles kept walking until he opened the door to the white building. He set Nathan down on the ground and Nathan found himself in a small room. The purple light came from an arched portal in the wall, swirling and glowing with energy. “Now all you have to do is walk through that portal and you’ll be home…” “Wan’ ‘tay!” Nathan said once more but Myles shook his head. “No, you don’t, buddy. You have a life you need to live…And I’ll still see you around occasionally. Maybe even come back to my patch next year and I’ll share a cup of cocoa with you.” Nathan looked up at Myles, his face crumbled and pleading. “You’re breaking my heart here, kid.” Myles sighed… “Go on…” Hands balled up in the fabric of his nightshirt, Nathan turned to the portal and ran through. Clearly, he wasn’t wanted… Nathan woke up on the cold hard ground with a gasp. Shooting up, he turned his head around to see that he was once more back in the pumpkin patch. He was in his old clothes free of any pumpkin guts and part of him wondered if he had just dreamed the entire thing. Tears bubbled in his eyes and he took a moment to cry at the loss. But as he went to stand, several things caught his eye. There in the grass was a sunflower flower crown, a hand-carved wooden dog a bracelet…and a plastic set of vampire fangs. Fishing around his neck, he felt the cold chain of a necklace as well. So it had happened… Gathering his trinkets, Nathan stood and had no other choice but to head home…He walked into the back door hoping to not be noticed, but his luck had always been terrible. “Nate? Is that you? Where have you been?!” His mother called out from the kitchen. “I haven’t seen you all day!” “I was over at Mike’s house…we were…looking at scholarships…” He lied quickly, already heading for the stairs and going up. “Well, we already ate dinner.” She called up to him. “Your plate’s in the fridge.” “Thanks, mom…” She left him alone after that and Nathan was free to hide away his new trinkets on his nightstand. He would lay in bed that night and dream about a world underground. People who looked odd, but had hearts made of gold. Being doted on. Being loved. He’d shed tears on his pillow, hoping one day he could go back.
  7. Warning I promised with my last story that I would post a short warning before I posted the first chapter. As with my previous stories, this one contains several elements inherent to the pre-established Diaper Dimension. These include, but are not limited to: Diapers Using Diapers for Their Intended Purpose Non-consensual Mental Regression through Various Means (Including Possible Drugs, Hypnosis, and or Surgery) Graphic Imagery Associated With Any of These Warnings Humiliation Female Domination Babying of adults Violence (pertaining to weapons, assault, or harm of others) For those readers interested or do not care about the warnings listed, please enjoy this story.
  8. Hey everyone I'm a baby girl located in the Pittsburgh area trying to find a caretaker/daddy. I'e been without one for a little while and I would really like to have one again. I love to cuddle and I love to be taken care of. Spankings are perfectly okay with me and I even kindve like them
  9. Introduction Nestled in a forested and remote part of Pennsylvania, the close-knit community known as Little Haven is more than just a town—it's a unique space where littles and their partners, who often take on the role of caretakers, come together and live. This extraordinary community is exclusively populated by individuals who actively engage in the ABDL (Adult Baby Diaper Lover) lifestyle or simply love the sight of happy faces freely being themselves and enjoying what they love. Despite its secluded location, Little Haven has tons of amenities that make it so residents don't have any reason to leave town once they arrive. Some of these amenities include trails and parks, as well as its own adult daycare and schooling system tailored specifically for adult littles or adults looking to further their education. Adding to its charm, Little Haven features a grocery store, inviting spots for littles to hang out, and a couple of places to grab a bite or drink. What truly sets this town apart though is its adoption center, a unique institution facilitating the integration of new residents into the fabric of this secluded society. This exceptional community was created by a wealthy founder—a media mogul turned semi-retired and cheerful mayor. Generously, the mayor directly covers a significant portion of the town's expenses. This financial support is complemented by a constant influx of development and investment from new residents eager to lead a unique kind of life. Many of these residents contribute to the town's prosperity by working remotely or at local offices and factories, producing a variety of ABDL and Little supplies. They supply the community and the rest of the world with products such as adult diapers, pacifiers, little clothing in many sizes, adult baby furniture, and educational resources for the community. It is because of all this that the town is able to survive and thrive in the 21st century, allowing adults all over the world to come and participate in what makes them truly happy. This is little haven.
  10. Hii im Rebecca 29 yrs im hoping to one day find a Mommy who will take care of me as her own
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