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  1. This role play is about a little girl who is taken in by a wealthy women
  2. The mood struck me to write today and I think I've got the seeds for a good and hot original tale for you all. I have had difficulties finishing stories in a timely manner in the past and I can't offer any assurances this one will be any different, but I'm gonna do the best I can. I encourage your feedback through comments and messages! Casey's Nanny Casey had been having a pleasant dream when the sun coaxed her awake. In the world she just left, her fiancé had taken her to the beach when of course, she was pulled away just as he began to kiss her. Her eyes fluttered open, allowing unpleasant glimpses of the bright real world to take her further away from the dream. She tilted her head just a little to let the shadow cast by the bar fall over her eyes. It was just enough to let her close her eyes again without strain, and she sleepily struggled to get back into the dream world. Sleep would not come back however, and with a pouted face she opened her eyes, resigned to start the day after all. She was lying on her right side, facing the big window that overlooked the city. From the 26th floor, it looked like Charlotte would be enjoying a nice summer day, and its rising sun was encouraging everyone to get it started. Casey thought about how just a short time ago she might’ve pulled the curtains to her room tight and slept-in a couple more hours before going to the pool. Now, her window didn’t even have curtains, and even if it did she wouldn’t be able to close them. Like so many other things, she didn’t make that decision anymore. She rolled over onto her back, ignoring the muffled crinkle from below, and stared up at the mobile slowly rotating high above her. She enjoyed the warmth from the sun – her thin cotton onesie had only short sleeves and no leg covering. She didn’t always get a blanket and could get cold lying on just the hard plastic bottom of the crib. It really offset the cool dampness of her diaper, too. The big crinkly plastic was uncomfortable on ever more frequent “wet mornings” like this one. Ever since she had moved into her new room, she had less “alone time” with her fiancé and Daddy, Travis. Of course, that wasn’t the main reason she was so wet… She knew what she had to do in order to start her day…to start the process of unlocking her crib, undoing her diaper, and getting her hungry tummy a bottle…but she hated that part. She hated having to do it and deep down she hated how easy it was becoming for her to convincingly fake. But a wet diaper can only wait so long. She started her shallow breaths and focused on the diaper, just as she had been taught. Feel how clammy it is after a few hours, doesn’t it feel cold? The words of her teacher rang in her head, reminding her of everything she had been taught to think, and the diaper felt colder, more uncomfortable. You’ve been in them for hours. I bet you didn’t even wake up when you did it, and you know what that means! She had learned early on what it felt like to stay wet for a while, but at the time she never thought about involuntarily doing it in her sleep. Now, she was sleeping like a baby in more ways than one. That acknowledgement scared her, humiliated her, and…slightly excited her…which scared her even more. The upset look on her pretty face was real now, her blue eyes getting a little misty. She summoned a whimper from her chest, deep underneath her cute little perky breasts and the baby clothes that covered them. It made its way up her throat and escaped her lips, like the warning pitch from a boiling kettle. Is baby going to cry now? Come on you silly little diaper girl, cry for clean diapees! The humiliating sentences played over and over in her head as she felt more and more uncomfortable about her diaper and her whole situation. She wanted out of this wet disgusting thing now! She wanted to be able to walk herself to the bathroom down the hall like a big girl. The emotions built and built; what started out as a simple morning ritual was quickly becoming an existential realization of humiliation and helplessness. “A-huuu-a-huuu-a-huuuuuuu!!” she pathetically cried. “Daaaaaddddddyyyyyyy!” she wailed as the tears began to fall down her face. It was a relatively new requirement that before she would be released from her crib, she would have to cry out for help. It had started out as a token plea, but each day she was encouraged to make it more and more babyish. Sometimes she could hear someone outside the door keep walking if she wasn’t giving a genuine enough performance. Not today. These tears were frighteningly real and Casey wanted them to stop. “Waaaahhhh!” she cried, frustrated by the delay in the response and with the discomfort she could not escape. She clenched her fists and pounded the padding she laid on, wanting the door to open for her relief. And relief came. The door opened and a woman calmly entered, her mug of coffee letting off a small trail of steam. Casey filled with disappointment. She wanted Daddy, not her. “My my Casey, you’re getting quite good at this.” The same voice that had been playing in her head over and over, fueling her infantile outburst, filled the room with a condescendingly triumphant tone. Casey willed herself down to quick breaths and sniffles as humiliation and fear replaced frustration. “I’m afraid Travis has already gone to work, little one. It’s just you and I today.” She placed her coffee cup on the dresser as she moved to undue the locked bars of the crib. “We’re gonna have a fun day of training. Aren’t you excited?” Casey said nothing as anger moved back into her head. The woman hesitated in lowering the crib, shooting her a look that asked if she really wanted to challenge her right now. “Y-yes N-nanny,” Casey agreed through sobs. At 28, the woman was just a few years older than Casey, but had enough power and control over Casey’s life to make her feel like a small child. Satisfied with Casey’s answer, the woman began unlocking her crib. “It’s already 8 o’clock little one. Perhaps we should give you an earlier bedtime so that you can be awake to see Daddy off to work?” Casey’s eyes got a little big for a second. She was already in her extra thick diapers and night-night clothes at nine, with a firm lights out at 930! Nanny chuckled at her reaction before opening the crib. “Did we wet like a good little girl? Hmmm?” Nanny’s brown eyes looked into Casey’s baby blues for an answer, but her hand felt for one anyway, pushing underneath the plastic panties and feeling the diaper. “Yes, Nanny Sarah,” Casey said with resignation and a sniffle. “That’s a very good girl, that’s quite a streak you have going now. Very good.” Nanny patted her naked and smooth thigh. “Did baby wet in the night time or in the morning?” Casey looked down at Nanny’s hand now and blinked away some tears. “I wet this morning when I woke up.” “Are you sure?” Nanny asked with a hint that she might know otherwise. “Yes, Nanny,” Casey responded in a lower voice. She didn’t want Nanny to know just how much she really needed her diapers at night now. “Your diapers were very cold for someone who just wet, Casey.” Casey looked up to see a very firm eye looking down at her. “Are you sure you didn’t use them at night?” Casey should know better by now that very few things get past Nanny. “I woke up really early when the sun was just coming up then used them before going back to sleep, I promise.” Nanny seemed amused by this clever way of getting out of her lie. “Oh I see, you just woke up extra early then went back to sleep. Well as I’ve told you baby, you don’t need to worry about using your diapers when you sleep. It’s only a matter of time until you are doing that every night without ever thinking about it!” Casey’s fear rose again as Nanny just smiled. “Let’s get you changed!”
  3. Hi, My name's Maria I am 32 years old and I live in Spain. Am also a lil gurl who luvs being read to, specially Enid Blyton and Roahl Dalh books! Am also terrible at arts and crafts but I love it anyways. Everything Disney is cool and if it's pink it's even cooler! I HATE being tickled and can't sleep without Teddy the bear. Can't wait to make some new friends here! Hugs Pinkbug
  4. My wife and I do a lot of spanking play with diapers. As we have gotten more into spanking harder, we have become frustrated by the number of diapers that just sort of explode with a good paddling. Do any of you know of a (more inexpensive) diaper that holds up better to this kind of play? We use a thick wooden paddle with holes and swing sorta hard. We have used: Tena (normal), Tena super, abena L4, and a host of other off brand diapers
  5. David struggled, out of breath. He held the bar to his shoulder, and slowly lowered it."Done!" he said in a breathless voice, mentally adding "finally." Lifting weights was far from his favorite pastime. However, under the circumstances, it was necessary.He faced a mirror, seeing his own blue, blond hair and smooth face. He ran a hand down his right shoulder and arm. "Better," he thought, "but not great."He himself didn't care about what he looked like, and especially not about being muscular. He wasn't even sure if he could become muscular, at least not in the same way some people at the gym were. However, he also needed to fit in. While the exercise machines now being built certainly made it easier, the growing trend where people worked out regularly for appearance and fitness made things more difficult. He had free weights in his house, and would need to use them later that night as well.He passed by the front desk, nodding to two staff members at the desk, who nodded back and waved. This may be the last time he came in. He'd been there a few months, longer then he usually stayed at one gym.As he left, one of the staff members turned to the other."You see that guy?""Yeah? The quiet one?""Yes. He's been coming here almost every morning for three months.""So? He's dedicated. That's what I like.""Yeah but.. I know some people at one of the other gyms in the area, and apparently he did the same thing there before switching to this one, and someone mentioned he was at another place before that.""And?""Well... Isn't it weird he keeps switching? And...""What?""Does he LOOK like he's been working like that for a year?"...David was walking past closed shops on a downtown road. It was still early morning, and if he was lucky, he could get home before more people were out. He hated walking around when it was crowded, but hated the dark even more, so this ended up being the best time to get around. He would have to come out later, he knew- there wasn't much he could do before anything was open, and he had to get buy- but for something he could do at any point, like attend a gym, it was ideal.He stopped, his eyes going wide. He was passing by a toy store, one of his favorite spots in town. In the window was a giant brown teddy bear. He stared, pressing his face and hands against the glass. It looked... soo... soft! He loved the material they used for stuffed animals recently. He didn't know what it was, but he loved just pressing it against his face. One like this he could use as a bed, his full body covered with softness...He was already pressing on the door. It wouldn't budge. He looked down at the handle. He pressed again, angrily. He shouted and began kicking the ground. Why wouldn't it open? He looked at the door again, noticing the sign that said closed. "ERRRR" he said about to pound on the glass, then stopped. He couldn't do that in public, what would people think if he saw? It was locked, there was nothing he could do, he thought. The thought made him sad, almost tearing. He looked at the door again. He could always come back later and buy it if he thought of it, he reminded himself. Now happy again, he began skipping down the road and smiling."Drat," he said suddenly, noticing his shoelace had come untied. He knelt down to tie it."One over the other... DANG!" he said. He spread them out to restart. Sometimes he question if he should just give up and get velcro shoes, but that seemed like it would cause more problems then it solved. One thing he didn't want was questions about why he was wearing anything deemed childish."Why hello there!" a warm, elderly woman's voice said.David frooze."Are you lost? Do you need help with your shoe laces?""Ummmm..." he said, not looking up."Let me help you, then you should get on home.""Ye..es," he replied, panicking.The speaker, a gray woman with glasses, bent down in front of him. David blushed and looked around as she began to lace his shoes. He hoped no one was watching. He knew he should have said no, but he couldn't find the words, and he really did need the help..."There, all done! Now you keep practicing and you'll get it one day!""Th..thanks," he said. He doubted he would, though."Now you hurry along, little one."David blushed deeper. He remained kneeling and looked down, avoiding eye contact. Hopefully she would move on before she noticed."Are you alright? Why aren't you getting up? Should I call for help? Where are your parents?"David closed his eyes. "Drat," he thought. "Well, I'd better get it over with." He stood up and looked at her.At first she seemed surprised to find he was as taller then she was, if not by much. She then fixed her glasses, and gasped slightly. Now it was her turn to blush. "Oh... I'm sorry. Please excuse me." She went walked beside him and left, surprised to find the person she had taken for a child was a full grown adult.David sighed. It was always worse with the elderly, and especially woman. Having bad eyesight didn't help either. Anyone looking at him clearly would see him as he appeared- an adult, if with some youthful features. However, they often responded to him different on instinct. Older people with maternal or paternal instincts often felt this the strongest, while younger ones often expected him to play games. Combine that with an inability to seem him properly, and sometimes they just assumed.He put the incident out of his head and kept walking. Hopefully no one would notice.He arrived at his house. He called it his house, but it wasn't exactly a house, and wasn't really his. He lived in a section of the bottom floors of a large house that had been divided into apartments, which he rented from the owner. However, the other apartment was unoccupied, meaning he could often come in and go without anyone noticing. This, combined with its proximity to downtown, gave him everything he needed- privacy, ease of use without needing to drive, cheap price. Also, the fact that there was often someone else in the building that he knew was a reassuring thought, especially at night.He unlocked the door and went inside. He walked down the hall, then stopped. There was a sign in front of him saying "lock the door, dummy!" He kicked himself and went back and locked the door. He then went through, past the sign. He stopped again. There was another sign in front of him saying "take of your shoes." He struggled with the laces, eventually kicking them off. As he stood up there was a third sign reading "and your jacket." He took it off and through it on his chair, before scolding himself, picking it up and hanging it properly. He had a closet full of half-haphazardly hung clothes, most of which he bought after reading online about what 'a man should wear' but never actually put on, finding them too uncomfortable or just not thinking about it.He walked up a small flight of stairs and into his bathroom. It was a full bathroom, with white paneled walls reminding him not to take electronics and stuffies into the tub and what to do if anything began to flood. He faced a mirror and put a hand on his belt. He closed his eyes. He never enjoyed this part, and he was feeling anxious.He pulled down his pants then opened his eyes to see a white diaper around his waste. He reached down and felt the plastic, then ticked his toung. Wet. Second day in a row at the gym. Sometimes, if he was calm and not distracted by anything, he could go a few days dry. However, his mind tended to wander, and when it did he would never know. At the gym, when he was straining, it could have happened at any point. He couldn't always even tell afterwards, and finding it here always made him wonder if anyone in the gym or on the long walk back could tell. He shuddered at the thought.At least he wasn't messy, he told himself. He could normally avoid that one, depending on what he ate and how close he was to the bathrooms. It still wasn't perfect, and he wasn't getting any better. It annoyed him now, as modern advances meant he could get diapers that looked just like regular underwear for public use, but there was no way they'd do the job well enough. As it was, his control took a lot of effort, and he only did it when he was in public. Even then, he didn't like it. It felt wrong.He glanced down. There was another reason it took effort. Under the sink, where he stored his diapers, there was a pile of thicker teddy bear printed ab diapers with a note attached reminding him not to wear them out. The rise of the internet, and with it the availability of abdl clothing, had been like a miracle for him. He struggled a moment, the adorable images calling to him, the softness... and stopped. It already difficult to hide the white diapers, and the few times people had noticed were embarrassing enough. He didn't need to have to find a way to hide the extra thick padding or risk someone seeing his teddy bear prints.He took off the wet diaper, thew it out and got in his bath tub. He filled it, cleaned himself, and got out and left the bathroom still naked.He kept an agenda on the small square table in his kitchen, which he now opened. He used his phone to check the date and matched it. He groaned. The agenda was something he had come up with knowing that if he left himself to his own devices he would never get things done. He modeled it off of examples he had found online, letting them replace the authoritative voice of a someone who could make those decisions. He had work again today, which he despised. Why did people spend so much time doing stuff like that when there was so things to play with? But it was what adults had to do, and for now he had to live as an adult.He opened he fridge. There were rows of sweets and pastries, along with peanut butter and different jams. There were also microwavable meals, as it was the only form of cooking he could do without causing a problem, and some... other things. Being an adult also meant he had to eat certain things, which he didn't like. This was something normally someone else should take care of, he thought, someone who knew better and could decide and make him do it... but he was there, so he had to make himself. He grimaced, grabbing a sweet pepper. "One vegetable with every meal," he reminded himself. He closed his nose, opened his mouth and ate it as quickly as he could. He followed it by drinking water from his tap as fast as he could. He then grabbed a piece of cake and ate it with his hands. He shuddered. Eating healthy was annoying.He went into his bedroom. It was large with baby blue walls and a crib that had detachable rails in case someone was visiting. He had hung pictures of video game and comic book characters on each wall, as he had learned adults had art, and most of the room was filled with piles of toys and old clothes. He opened his closet and struggled to ignore his preferred side, with he soft, cute clothing he preferred. Changes in fashion meant that he could sometimes wear one peice pajamas, and it seemed soon rompers would be acceptable. He loved it when things liked that happened. However, neither was appropriate for work. He began by laying out a fresh diaper, making sure it was plain white rather then printed. He poured a liberal amount of powder on it, taped it on, and got up. He then pulled a pair of boxers over it, covering the edge and ensuring a tear in his pants wouldn't be a disaster while muffling the crinkling sound. Next was an undershirt. He put on soft green pants and the required collared shirt, which was blue and striped with white. He found this worked the best- long shirt hung over his waistline, and the undershirt was tucked into his pants in case anything rode up.He then walked back into the bathroom. He sighed. He reached under the sink, and took out the make up.He began with small lines. Tiny changes, so that if it washed off no one would notice, but enough to make a difference. He had tried more drastic changes, but that had ended in disaster after a sudden rain storm. He put lines under his eyes, emphasizing cheekbones, and making his face seem narrower. He then took a comb to his unruly golden hair and used cream to hold it in place. The result was barely noticeable, but subtly added years to his perceived age.He scowled and stomped his foot. IT. WASN"T. FAIR. He hated doing it. Why couldn't he just got out normally? He pictured his face- cherubic was the right word. He could probably play Cupid if called upon, except he didn't know if Cupid would mind. He looked at his waiste, and angrily pulled up the pants which had slid down, revealing the top edge of his diaper despite all his efforts. He'd be dressed the part too. Why couldn't he just go out as is? He had to dress in all these bizarre clothes, doing everything he could to hide the rest of them, to change his face... He began to tear again.He breathed. Throwing temper tantrums wasn't a way to convince anyone he was mature, and the tears would rinse away the make up. People had already began to question things about him, which was never good. He knew he would have to move soon, which almost made him cry again. It was necessary, though. He had to keep moving, and to hide some things. It was one thing if people began to think he hadn't aged in ten years. It was another all together if they realized he hadn't aged in the last twelve thousand.
  6. This role play is about a adult girl who has agreed to become a baby for a couple that can not have any children.
  7. 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. *****
  8. I would like to have this role play be about a little girl who travels in time from 2017 back to the 1950's.
  9. The game was fast and fierce. The players quickly covered the map, looking for animated weapons and built in cover. At the same time, they were shooting constantly, trying to hit anyone on the opposing team.However, what was even more furious was the chatter. The players shouted insults and instructions through their microphones and into the headphones of their opponents.“You #$%# CAMPER! START PLAYING THE GAME!”“PUSSY! I #$% YOUR MOM!”“ABSHLEY54s hacking!”“No I’m not. GIT GUUUUUDD!”The game wore on. One player slowly began to moving up the ranks, taking out opponent after opponent. He went by the name Olliemaus3000, and his character was a large, buff man wielding a gigantic machine gun. His profile gave a description of himself that closely matched this character, even detailing workout routines and diet plans to intimidate his opponents.Though few of the other players knew it, this couldn’t have been further to the truth. Anyone with a discerning eye and enough knowledge could probably tell the workout routine and diet plan was made up, as it was based mainly off of cartoons and a lot of it didn’t really work in real life. The author didn’t seem to realize that fire bending wasn’t a real martial art and that protein shakes weren’t the ones made with ice cream. However, only a few of his closer friends new of his real identity.That identity, of course, was of Ollie, a small, white haired and green eyed boy who, despite being of an age most went to college, still played with stuffed animals in his spare time, and despite his ‘tough guy’ façade online, probably would have been too afraid to go to a gym. With the lifestyle he lead, he had learned to avoid anyone who looked like he might be able to give a hard spanking, and gyms were full of those kinds of people. Rather than coming from his own actual personality, his ability in games came from the fact he essentially had everything taken care of at home and could spend a lot of time playing them. Also, for reasons few knew, he never seemed to need bathroom breaks. He had built up a decent reputation in these games because of it.However, his reputation was about to drastically, drastically change.He was moving his character up a ramp to high ground, which he hoped to use to his advantage.“Hey noobs! What are you doing? Cover me so I can get here? LEARN TO PLAY.”He wasn’t great at the insults, but he tried his best.His character was moments from reaching the top when he got gunned down.“#@!$” he said, loudly.“WHAT DID YOU SAY?” a loud female voice said.All the other’s heared after that was “Oh $#!%.... “ followed by an “eep” as if the person speaking had tried to silence himself. What they didn’t hear were the loud footsteps marching toward Ollie.Ollie's voice was back on the channel. “I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean No… I’m sorry mommy!” I promise I won’t do it gain!”At this point all other chatter had stopped as people tried to hear what was going on.“HEY! NO PLEASE NO! IT’S THE MIDDLE OF A GAME! PLEASE LATTER! NO! OW!”“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NOT THAT! NO I’m SORRY! AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!”The other players heard the loud ‘thump’ of headphones being thrown against the ground, then then light, quick patter of small footsteps followed by the clamping of much larger ones, as if there was a mouse being chased by a person.All playing had stopped.“What is going on?” someone asked.PATPATPATPATPATPAPTAPTPA THUMP CRRRASSSHHH… There was more running, followed by the crashing noises and loud bumps and the sound of something shattering. “YOU”LL PAY FOR THAT VASE OLLIE!” A door swung open, then was slammed quickly, and there was more screaming. “I GOT YOU… HEY! NO BITING YOU LITTLE BRAT!” a loud voice shouted.Someone else spoke up in a confident voice. “Well… Ollie lives as a sub to someone else… I think he pissed them off.” It was one of the regulars who knew Ollie.“A submissive? Really? THAT guy?”“GET BACK HERE NOW!”“AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!” There were more footsteps.“Yes, he talks about it sometimes.”“Whats that mean?”“Well basically he is taken care of and has everything paid for by someone else, but he does what they say.”“Sounds like a sweet deal.”“OH GOD PLEASE OH GOD NO NOT THAT! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! OW OW OW!”“On second thought, maybe not that sweet a deal.”“It’s an acquired taste apparently. He does get a lot of video games though.”"I thought he said he was some kind of professional fighter or a weight lifter or something.""AAAAAAA WAHH NO PLEASE AAAAAAAAA!""... I don't think so."The screaming had turned high pitched and panicked as the footsteps ran up a flight of stairs, then crashed down them.THMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP SLAM “OW! OOOOOO…. NO”“OH MY GOD! ARE YOU OK? Did you hurt yourself in the fall? Poor baby…” the louder voice asked worriedly.“Yes mommy, I’m ok.”“Good. Then come on.”"No... uh ohh...."There was a pause.“OW! MY EAR! HEY! THOSE ARNN”T HANDLES!”“HEY! PLEASE I”LL COME! JUST CAUSE THEY”RE BIG DOESN”T MEAN THEY”RE FOR GRABBING! OW I SAID I”D COME!”“WHERE ARE WE GO… NO PLEASE MOMMY!” NOT IN HERE! THEY WILL HEAR EVERYTHING!”The sound of the shouting had gotten much closer and now appeared to be in the same room as the microphone.“Good. Then maybe you’ll learn your lesson better,” came the reply.“No please let me keep them on… please not bare… not like AH!”There was a moment of shuffling noise.SMACK!All the other players, not intently listening, jumped at the noise.SMACK! The second was followed by a loud “OW!”The sounds continued to pick up.SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! “OW OW OW OW!”“Is he…”SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK“I think he is.”“OW OW OW OW!”The confident voice spoke again. “Oh yeah. He’s getting spanked.”SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK “OW OW OW OW I’m SORRRRRRRRY!”The game still sat unmoving as all players listened intently.“NO… NO NOT THAT! THAT’S SO GRROO MMPPHHHBRAB”“Well I’m not going to let your mouth get that dirty without cleaning it, am I?SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!The spanking had continued, getting faster and faster as Ollie’s voice turned from calling out to whimpering and cries.“Now are you going to behave yourself?” “MHMMM” came a sad voice.“Good.”“BLAHH PITU PITU!” it sounded like Ollie was spitting.“Aheh… Aheheh… WAAAHH!! I’m SORRY MOMMY!” The sounds of the punishment were replaced with Ollie’s crying. It went on a minute with few other noises save a small patting sound.“There there little guy, its ok,” the female voice said. It began to hum and sing “Mockingbird” soothingly.“Awww that’s sooo… so precious!”“Poor little guy, he sure has it rough.”“Yes. Funny he tried to seem so tough.”The crying soon became sniffling, then stopped. There was a paused for a few moments, during which the players waited, wondering whether they were going to come back.Eventually Ollie’s voice was on the microphone again.“Did… how much did you guys here of that?”“All of it Ollie, all of it.” The confident voice said.“Yes. Your “Mommy” seems nice,” one said, followed by some laughter.The strict feminine voice came on through Ollie's microphone. "Hello everyone. If you wouldn't mind waiting a moment, little Ollie here has something to say.""Noooo! Please don't make me mommy," Ollie complained."Do it!""But... but I don't wannnna! They are all my friends! It'll be embarrassing!""Do it.""But its soooo MEAN!" he whined. "I have to look tough in these games! It won't work after.""Ollie, I'm going to count to three."“I can’t count that high. I'm a baby."“Are you lying again? Should I get the soap?”“NO! SORRY!"“Onnneee!”Silence."Twooooo..."Silences."Two and a half"The sound of someone fidgeting from foot to foot, then more silence."Two and three quarters."Silence."THr""AAA! OK OK don't be mean I'll do it yeesh.""So you'll do it?""...Yes."“Yes what?“Please not here…”“Yes WHAT!?”“… Yes mommy…”More laughter, and a few awws."Hi...hi everyone.""HIII OLLIE!" They answered almost in unison, then laughed.Ollie took a deep breath then continued. (This is part 1 of 2, the conclusion will come soon.This is written with reference to the artist Pastel-Hime, who allowed me to use her character and a drawing as basis for this story.I tried writing this using a different method then normal. Rather then explaining what was happening, I wanted to imply it from the other players reactions and the sounds. I am not sure how I feel. I like that it is different and kind of silly, but it means there is a lack of visuals. Any thoughts?)
  10. So idecided to bite the bullet and try my hand at writing a story. This is an 18 plus story and intended for adults only. all involved with this story are fictional and are over the age of 18. Please let me know what you think. Thanks Diapering Daddy. - Prologue - The gavel fell on a rainy day in May of 2020, but i did not care. I don’t care about anything i’m one of the most dangerous men in the world. I can’t help it when thing do not go my way i just snap. I reflect back on the people i hurt and killed to get to this point briefly i'm snapped back to the present just in time for the Red faced white haired Judge to say he was ready to pass sentence. I was forced by two court guards to stand they are lucky i'm shackled or i would add them to the list. “ Victor Wayne!” the judge said “ I find great pleasure in the responsibility placed in me to ensure your days of hurting people are over forever. I personally don’t believe in the death penalty. So i sentence you to be floated through the Rift to the other Dimension.” I ask myself what is the Rift? And what are dimensions? “Whatever sounds better than the death penalty.” The Judge goes on to say that My partner was already floated and will probably still be at the reception center at the other side when i get there. My Heart dropped I lowered my head “Nikki” i said. My ray of sunshine never really did anything but got a rap just for being with me to many times when thing went bad. I pulled myself together just in time to feel the blood boil out of my chest and then everything turns red as i headbut my lousy appointed attorney rendering him unconscious before the Guard hits me with a taser and i pass out. . . Chapter 1 . . . I wake up staring at a light not unlike the one in an operating room. I try to turn my head to the left and the right and i can’t my body won't even flinch the only thing i can move is my eyes frantically i look around. I can't even talk i did manage a grunt. “Aww! he’s awake” a sweet high girly voiced blond says walking up and checking the IV bag that i’m hooked too. “There is still enough left to keep him locked in himself till the floating ceremony” “I love this part” a cute redhead says as she bounces up to my side wearing a pink striped nurses uniform. The top plunges deep between her Breast almost threatening to spill out of the revealing top. Picking up my hand effortlessly cleaning my fingernails clipping them short i grunt not liking her handling me with out being to stop her. “ don’t try to talk sweety you have said all that you will ever say on this side of the rift” Who knows maybe they will let you once you cross over” Not sure what she meant by that she spread my fingers and set them on a handstand and filled my finger nails. The Blond girl walks up with a clipboard in her hand saying “ this one is supposed to be painted” The redhead smile and says “k” picking up an airbrush and going to work on my nails. “You have got to read his sheet no wonder why they are giving him the full workup” setting down the clipboard and picking up a stretchy pink ribbon about a half an inch wide tieing it around the base of my penis and balls with a bow just above my penis. Noticing it feels different down there. “Oops I almost forgot” picking my head up setting it on a block forcing me to look down my now hairless body. The redhead just finishing my first hand going to work on the second one. Looking at the blond “this is so much better then killing them” the looking me in the eyes and pointing to a tinted glass window above my feet. “Behind that glass is the people you hurt that are here to see your justice served.” she says. “They want to make sure that your gone” stopping and finishing my second hand. The blond walks up to up to the other side picking up my hand should we give him a little parting gift? She says to the red head. ‘I think so” says the redhead picking up my other hand setting down her airbrush slipping it to the side of her breast. The blond does the same thing holding my hand to hers with one hand and reaches down and starts stroking my penis with the other.I notice between her fingers that they painted my fingernails the same color baby pink as the ribbon around my now erect penis. “Mmhmm! I think he likes this!” the redhead says “Aww does baby like this attention?!” said the blond and she strokes up and down the length on my shaft. “Better pay attention! You know we can’t let him cum or we both may float” replied the redhead. Just as the Judge walks in. The blond stops rubbing me, taking both of my hands and tying them together with a extremely thick velcro like strap effectively making my already more useless hands even more worthless. The Judge steps forward “ by the power vested in me on this day I order you cast into the Rift in accordance with inter-Rift agreement 1 to serve his sentence on the other dimension. Proceed” The Blond and the redhead step to my sides and removes the block from under my head and start to strap the rest of the way to the back board that i am laying on before removing the tube from the IV and giving me a small shot of something else, I feel the strength slowing coming back to my body. The Girls turn me around and start wheeling me towards what looks like an elevator door the Blond pushed the button and enters a security code on her side. The Redhead does the same on her side of the door. The door slowly starts to open revealing a bright blue and white light that almost looked like an electrical spark jumping. Avoice come crackling threw the Rift. “this is Matron Ramsey we have the reception pen prepared and are ready to receive the prisoner at your will.” “Received” the girls said in unison turning to me both giving me a kiss on the cheek at the same time before they start to proceed. The blond goes on to say “The prisoner has been edged per your request and will are sending him now. Good look with this one! He is prone to tantrums and fits!” “We have rehabilitation methods that works with any brat” says the voice coming from the rift. Smiling the redhead pushes a button on the side of the table and the head starts to rise and a slide into the rift into complete darkness.
  11. There was a great flash like lightening, and heat filled the room. He felt himself burning and woke in panic, not understanding what was going on. All around him was piercing noise, sirens slowly twisting into screams. His breath was cut off. In the noise he wasn’t sure if his calls for help were going unanswered or simply never left his mouth. He was in the air, moving without will as he was crushed against a mass of rough brown cloth. Screams still followed, distant and barely audible under a moaning, lurching sound, but piercing into his ears and his mind none the less, and going answered. He was outside. He felt the ground under his body. The cold air cut into him after the intense heat and he fell shuddering. The screaming continued, but morphed into a moaning, crashing sound, and stopped. Noise filled the gap. People were crying. Sirens wailed. The screaming remained inside him, echoing in his mind, and mixing with the ice cold wind. Something wrapped around him and he was warm again, and he hoped to never feel that cold again. He was in another place. The cold was gone, but the screaming remained. It was a different sort, a deeper, thicker, rougher shout, but still there, and he shuddered. Steven awoke in a cold sweat. The alarm was going off, screeching for his attention. He hit the button. He would have to get that sound changed.He got undressed and headed into the shower. He turned on the nozzle, and the heat came with a loud hiss… Burning, screaming… He shook his head and removed the thoughts. He blanked them out, turning his mind to other things. He had to get up. He had to get dressed. He had his job to do and a random nightmare was no excuse not to.He got clean as quickly as he could, dried off, and got dressed. His typical black suit and tie, along with permanently polished shoes and watch. He grabbed his long coat to go with it, and headed down stairs to the kitchen. Breakfast was already waiting for him. He thanked his maid and moved out the door.He got in a car - this one was a red sports car, for every second day of the work week- and turned the ignition, preparing himself for the noise. He had paid more than enough for it, and as the salesman said “if it doesn’t wake the neighbors, its not doing its job.” He never really enjoyed it too much, but it was almost expected to own something similar where he worked. He could drive in something cheaper. No one would really say anything. They would think it, though.The engine came alive and roared loudly… Crashing, moaning…“DAMINT!” he shouted. He thought he had gotten rid of those images. Years of hard work and secretive therapy sessions should have ensured it.He could call in sick. No one would say anything, of course. He was allowed to.They would all think it though. Just like the car. His boss was on his fifteenth year without a break. His step father had gone the full 35 years before his age granted him the leniency for sick days.He cursed, and drove off.He arrived at the office twenty-five minutes early, or, as he called it, ‘late’. He walked through the long grey hallways dotted with cubical and water coolers and made his way to his office. He passed by people he knew by name and department and flashed polite, empty smiles. He opened the door and went in. He had a large, lightly decorated office with a massive desk, a garbage can and a window whose blinds he kept perpetually closed. People started drifting into the building, chatting around his office. He concentrated on his work, but the noise built until finally had to slam his door shut.The time drifted by in odd bursts and lulls. He didn’t pay it much mind, he had work to do, and wouldn’t leave until it was done.A loud screeching noise made him jump.Screaming, shouting…He looked down at his phone and lifted the receiver.“Hello is this the Henry Berran Brokers?” a shrill voice asked.“Yes, this is Mergers and Acquisitions,” he replied.“Excellent. Do you know…”Something was happening outside. People were speaking, loudly.“if that is true, should we…”He took out a pen and began copying down what she told him.The voices were getting louder. Through the closed door, he couldn’t make out what they were saying.“And then I’ll need…”He made out the sound of his senior, Michael McNaughton. He began to shout at someone. He was always shouting.Shouting, screaming…“large tubes of..”He was getting louder and louder. He could picture him, red faced…Burning, steaming…Shouting louder, louder…Screaming, calling…“place it inside…”Someone was crying.Crying, moaning…“it may hurt a bit…”He was throwing things, tearing them apart.Moaning, crashing… The last remains of sunlight cut through the blinds, hurting his eyes.Burning, cutting“But I think we are ready…”Steven shouted and through his phone from his desk. It crashed into the wall opposite of him. He stared at it, breathing heavily.Finally he ran up to it again and picked it up. The women was still speaking.“Hello? What was that? It sounded like a crash!” she said.“Sorry, I, uhh… dropped my phone,” he replied.“Alright. Well is there anything else you need to know?”“No, that is fine,” Steven said. He was sure he had everything he needed in his notes.“Aright, well, goodbye! Thanks for everything.”“No, thank you.” He hung up the phone.He stared down at his notepad. Gibberish, completely illegible.He tried to remember any detail of the call. Her name, where she worked… nothing came to mind.He tore the piece of paper from his notebook and threw it into the trash bin. Hopefully it wasn’t anything important. He thought about calling back the same number, but it would probably only lead to a directory, and that was useless without knowing the department which called.He looked at his watch. It was late, most people were probably clearing the office. Never the less, he sat back down at his desk and kept working. There was still work to do, and leaving too early would always look bad.When he finally finished it was dark. The air was cold,Cold air, howling wind… and he pulled his jacket against it. He got into his car and began to drive away.He watched the road as closely as he could. The images from the dream kept coming back, and he shook them out of his mind.He turned the radio on, hoping it would help him clear the images out.He didn’t know the station. It seemed good enough at first, people talking calmly. They were announcing a new song. It came on gently, with a moment of silence. There was a voice whispering something, getting louder, and louder..Suddenly the singer was screamingScreaming, shoutingThe guitar came blasting randomly, pouring out notes faster and faster.Moaning, burning…The drums pounded.Crashing, falling. Screaming, shouting Falling, biting Burning, chocking, Flashing, cutting Howling, whining He screamed and fumbled at the radio. He looked down to turn the nob, and didn’t notice the light changing in front of him. He sped through, and a truck smashed into the side of his vehicle.…Steven woke up again, this time to gentle singing. He had no idea where he was. He was surrounded by warmth, and felt cushions piled around him. Everything was soft and silken, from the voice to the blankets. He sank into them and wished he could go back to sleep. He hadn’t felt this way in as long as he could remember.Finally he opened his eyes completely, and saw a white tiled roof he did not recognize. He sat up completely. He looked down at himself. He seemed to be fine. He didn’t seem to be injured and couldn’t feel pain anywhere. He was wearing long white pajamas. They weren’t his own, but they were comfortable and fit perfectly. The room he was in was painted a golden hue, and had wall to wall carpeting.There was a women sitting on a chair in front of him. She had been the one singing, and stopped when he saw her.“What is going on? Where am I?” he asked.“Don’t worry about that right now. You are safe,” she replied, in a voice as soft as the cushions.“But I need to contact someone. I need to get back to work, I…” he stopped as she shushed him and put a finger on his lips.“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart. Don’t even think about work. It will all be alright. You are with us now, and we are going to take care of you. We will take care of everything you’ll ever need, and everything you could ever want. All you have to do is trust us.”Despite their strangeness, he felt a calm reassurance at her words. He realized he really did trust her. He nodded, and smiled. (If anyone is wondering, there is going to be ABDL material later. The story just needed some set up. So don't worry your pampered butts :p)
  12. As Sam Gregory awoke one morning from a night of fitful dreams, he found he had been transformed in his bed into a giant baby. He lay on his back and looked up to see himself in a long pair of baby blue footed pajamas, with the soft bulge of a diaper around his waist. He tried to move his arms and legs, and the movements were weak and uncoordinated. He didn't seem to be physically different. His appearance was the same, and he was the same size, but his clothing and ability to move properly had taken a bizarre turn."What is happening to me!?" he wondered. It wasn't a dream- he could feel the bizzare clothing and weak movements as much as see them. He looked around himself. Between the four walls, the rather small but undeniably ADULT room, as it always had been. On his desk were scattered bundles of paperwork and cloth samples- Sam was a travelling salesman- and above it a framed picture of Batman. "Ok" he though "maybe that part isn't quite adult, but STILL! This is ridiculous!" His gaze shifted to the window. It was early morning and the sun had risen but was blocked by cheerless clouds hinting at rain. "Perhaps I'll just go back to sleep and forget this nonsense," he thought. However, that wouldn't work well. He was used to sleeping with blankets, which he guessed he had kicked to the floor. With his new restricted mobility, grabbing them would prove difficult."This is such BS" he thought as he squirmed on his back. He tried to get himself over on his front to move, but his arms and legs weren't cooperating. "You work your entire life, learning to walk, use the toilet, talk, all this stuff, get these stressful jobs, then one day out of the blue BAM! Its all gone. How does this even make sense?" He finally managed to turn himself over to his front. He threw his legs off the side of the bed and tried to stand up, but was met but at sudden pain in his feet. He collapsed to the ground. "Oh great, now I have to crawl?!" He thought. He was near giving up. That effort had all but drained him, and he still found his efforts frustrated. He was near tears, and he wanted simply to begin crying and wait for someone to come help him. "It must be the work," he thought. "Get up every day early, spend you time travelling around when all you want is comfort- of course it will drive a man insane! Much better to just stay at home and let others take care of you, do all the work, feed you, change your... NO! That is what they want me to think." He wasn't certain who 'they' were exactly. However, it seemed someone or something wanted to make him act like a baby, and he wasn't going to play along.He fought back tears. Wanting to cry and be taken care of was all part of it. He wouldn't find a solution be complaining or lying in bed. He'd get up, solve the problem, and go to work, one way or another.He looked at his clock. "Good God!" he thought. It was half past seven, he was running late. He began to crawl towards his cabinet. A voice came from the hallway. "SAM!" It was his older flatmate, Sarah. "What are you doing? Are you ready for work?""Yes, one second! I..." Sam stopped. Was THAT his voice? It wasn't the deep, manly voice he was used to. It was soft and high pitched."Is something wrong with your voice? Are you sick?""I... I don't know. I think so!""I'm coming in!""NOOO!""What is that? Why does he sound funny?" that was his girlfriend, Grace. They shared the flat with Sarah and her boyfriend, Aaron."I think he's sick.""What kind of sickness makes someone sound like that? Sam! Are you sick?""Ummm... Yes! Yes that's it. I'll be in her for a while. Don't worry, I'll be fine.""SAM GREGORY!"Sam's heart sank. That last voice was of his manager at work. "What the hell is he doing here?" Sam thought.His three flatmates outside seemed to focus on the newcomer."You seriously came here? That's obnoxious," Aaron said."WHERE IS HE!? I TOLD him to be hear EARLY today. I had to present to the CEO MYSELF!""But have I not been on time every day before this? An Is always do good work?" Sam stopped when he heard his own voice changing further."Nol. In fact you've been late pretty consistently."Sam flinched. He shouldn't have brought that up. In truth he wasn't the worst, but given the circumstances he didn't think he had much ground to argue the point."...seriously. Aren't there rules against this? I mean, you can't just barge in here. The hell?" Aaron said again."I don't care! I want to speak to him NOW! SAM!"Sam, desperate, tried to speak up. "WES! WES SIWR!" He flinched at his own voice. It was getting worse."He's sick" Sarah said. "Can't you tell that from his voice?""I don't care. No call, no doctors note, nothing. SAM, GET OUT HERE NOW!""WES SIWR! One second!" Sam crawled again to the door and reached for the handle. He had locked it the night before, and struggled to undo it.Finally he managed to undo the latch and the door swung open. There, standing with shocked expressions, were all three of his roomates and his boss.Sam tried to sink into the carpet. He hoped the bulge of his diapers weren't too noticeable, but figured it was a lost cause."WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?" his manager said."Well clearly he's sick!" Grace said pleadingly. "Yes he clearly is SICK. What is wrong with him?" the manager replied."No not that kind of sick," she almost whined. "Like, disease sick. He doesn't normally do this!""What kind of illness makes clothes appear? That doesn't make sense!""That's actually a good point," Aaron said."YOU'RE NOT HELPING!""Never said I was trying to help. Just stating the obvious."His manager was clearly annoyed. Sam's work was far from perfect as it was. Sam wasn't terrible, but at the moment he could only think of his worse moments. "#%@ it, I don't have time for this. Sam, you're fired. I don't care what weird things your into, but if you can't make it to work, then its a problem. Goodbye.""What!? No please!" Grace pleaded."That does seem unfair" Sarah said.He ignored both as he left.The three turned to Sam."Soooo... what now?" Aaron asked."Yes what happened Sam? How do you feel?" Sarah added."I AWWA OOOO," Sam tried, then stopped. As he had feared, his speech had been brought to next then nothing.Sarah nodded. "I...see.""Well, I'm not changing his diapers," Aaron said."Aaron shut up. Thats not important right now," Grace replied."You're just saying that because you know it will be you. And boy, with a baby that size will they ever stink!" Sam blushed."Ok, look. We have to find out whats going on," Sarah said, rubbing her head as if thinking. "Grace, you're his girlfriend. Is this... a... thing?... of his?" the question was on 'thing," she added the rest after."NO! I mean, I wish but..." she stopped blushing."WOAH so the cats out of the bag!" Aaron said."I didn't do it! Clearly its some kind of illness.""Yes I think that must be it. He got sick and it turned him into an adult baby," Sarah said."That makes fuckall sense," Aaron said. "How can an illness just suddenly make someone act like a baby? And how did it summon diapers into existence?"Sam had to agree with Aaron. This was the dumbest s%*$ he had ever encountered. What sort of reality was this?"It happens.""WHEN does it happen? HOW does it happen!?""I don't know but its clearly happened", Sarah said. "Its like one of those kink stories.""WHAT kink stories," Aaron asked. There was an awkward moment as they all blushed and avoided eye contact."Ok, look," Sarah continued. "We all know we all know that we all know what we all know. I mean, you both know what I'm talking about. This sort of thing happens, and somehow everyone involved is kind of into it.""WHAT?!" Aaron shouted.Sam stared in shock. "INTO IT!?" None of this made sense too him. "Since when the hell does this sort off thing happen in real life? This is..." he couldn't think of a word "like something from some horror writer, with a nightmarishly complex, bizarre, or illogical quality, where senseless things happen in real life, and there is no way out... there has to be a word for that.""This is all just bizzare! Its like, Kafkaesque or something!" Aaron said."Well I don't think any normal person would be stuck up enough to say that," Sarah glowered. "I think we should stop questioning this and just go with it," Grace said. "Fortunately, I happen to have spare diapers for some reason." She opened a closet door, revealing piles of pampers as she promised.'I think its incredibly suspicious that you say that, and why the HE!! do you have those?" Aaron said, and Sam completely agreed. Hopefully, Aaron would find a way to get him out of it.Both women turned and glared at Aaron. Sarah glanced at the piles of diapers, then at him."Comment revoked," Aaron said, looking down."Good, then we are all agreed. This is perfectly natural and normal, just like those stories we all read. It makes perfect sense.""Agreed," they said in unison, and Sam's heart sank.
  13. This role play is about a women named jessica who has agreed to become a baby for a couple.
  14. This role play is about a little girl who is named anna. Who falls and hits her head and travels back in time.
  15. WARNING: this story contains wetting, heavy soiling, and some sexuality. This is more of a self-contained short story, so I probably will not be adding more to it. At 22 pages I think it is a nice length for this type of tale. In this story a young woman in her early 20s becomes infatuated with her female boss. There's accidents, on-purpose messes, spankings, and even a failed attempt at potty training! ~ The Boss And Her Baby a story by AMRose ~ Part 1: Fresh Start Eileen was always a short girl. Even as an adult everyone towered over her. Her shoulders and chest were narrow and her hips were wide, making her bottom heavy. She always styled her hair into a tight bun in the back, preferring to keep most of it out of the way. Her bangs in the front were cut just above the eyebrows. Less than five feet tall, even in heels, she was determined to prove herself. She didn't want to just be seen as some cute little waif. She knew she was valuable and her work would speak for itself. During high school she had attempted to make friends with the other girls. It was a constant struggle to keep up with them. Being a late bloomer in middle school she had wanted to use high school as a fresh start. Things did not go so smoothly for her though. In her first year, during history class, she was not allowed a bathroom break, and she wet her pants. People jokingly called her a baby before because of how small she was, but after that incident the teasing was relentless. She would forever be known as the girl who pissed her pants in history class. It was terrible for her self-esteem, but it strengthened her resolve. She would reinvent herself the moment she was out of high school. She would make something of herself. Eileen walked down the hall of the massive building. She made it through her first year of engineering school being generally unnoticed, but now it was time for her to start her internship job at this new company called Leafletter. She had heard that the company was founded and still being run by a ruthless businesswoman, Ms Lenore Mayweather. Perhaps she would make good at the company and catch this woman's attention. Naturally, Eileen thought, a hard-nosed feminist like Mayweather surely understood another woman's struggles in the business world. Sometimes she would see Ms Mayweather while walking through the long hallways of the building. The woman was tall and imposing. Being over six feet tall she had dwarfed little Eileen more than most people did. Eileen was afraid to admit it, but she found this strong woman appealing in more ways than one. Sure, she respected her for everything she had done in the competitive business world, but she was also astoundingly attractive. Eileen was a curious girl, but she never thought she might be gay. Ms Mayweather is someone she would not mind having a homosexual experience with though. Having low self-esteem she figured a woman like that was out of her league anyway. Besides, she never really gave off this vibe like she was a sexual creature anyway. She just looked hot. One chance with her would be thrilling, but how could she ever get that chance? No, for now she just stuck to herself. Relationships, with anyone really, would have to take a backseat to her professional career. Eileen was starting at the bottom, and her manager at this level was an insecure little man that thought little of her. This new life was safe, but it was also boring. Unfortunately it would not be boring for long. Despite her best efforts, Eileen was having too many close calls during the day. She was getting a little cocky, thinking she could hold it in better than she could when she was a kid and teen. Still, she'd be rushing down the hallways at the last moment, only just making it in time and going in the toilet. The fancy suit she wore was her mother's. It was out of fashion, but that wasn't the point. It meant something to her. If she ruined this suit it would be devastating and not just because of the humiliating accident. She had to be more careful. One unfortunate morning, Eileen had overslept and arrived to work about two minutes late. She was not able to go through her morning routine. Her hair had not been done, so instead of the tight bun it was a lazily pulled back ponytail. She had to eat a cold pop-tart while she drove to work and drink a bottle of warm water. The worst part is that she did not even get to use the bathroom. She resolved to use the women's bathroom first thing when she punched in at work. The only problem was her mild tardiness was noticed by the weary manager on her floor. Instead of getting a break, the man ordered Eileen to her desk and to get started. She didn't feel like she was in any position to argue. It was just two minutes, but she still felt bad about it. She tried to simply concentrate on her work, frantically typing away at her desk. She wiped her brow, feeling anxious. Her body began to tense up. Someone was looming over her. Taking a cautious turn of her head she saw that beautiful woman, Ms Mayweather. "What happened today, Eileen?" the woman kept a strict but caring tone as she spoke to the little lady. "You're usually so punctual." "Just overslept." Eileen responded, looking back to her screen and avoiding eye contact. "Um, I'm sorry." "Well there's no need to apologize. Just do your job." "Yes ma'am, miss, uh uh, Ms Mayweather." Hearing Eileen stammer like that caused Lenore Mayweather to crack a smile. She silently left the young woman's work station, but she allowed her gaze to linger as she walked away. She would be keeping an eye on this girl. Time seemed to move slowly now. Eileen was becoming visibly agitated. She crossed, uncrossed, and re-crossed her legs, over and over. The pressure on her bladder was building. Some stray drops of urine leaked out, dampening her panties but not becoming visible on her dark skirt just yet. It was getting urgent and if she waited too long now it would be too late. She figured she got enough work done to take her bathroom break now. She stood at her desk and looked about like a prairie dog. Great, no one was looking. She slipped away from the work station and made her long walk down the hall to the women's bathroom. By now Eileen was walking funny. Her thighs were pressed together as she took small but quick footsteps. She didn't want to have an accident, not here, not now! She didn't want to have an accident after all she had done to this point, building herself up. It started to happen anyway. First it was a small trickle. The piss dribbled out from her slit, dampening her panties more than they already were. Eileen had no choice but to run now. Piss was flowing down her legs, rivulets streaking her pantyhose. Her footsteps made wet squishing noises as they became filled with her piss. She was leaving a dotted trail behind her of stained carpet. She shoved some other girl out of the way as she raced into the women's bathroom and made a beeline for the first stall. She yanked down her panties around her ankles, spraying piss everywhere and even getting it on her skirt. She raised her skirt and sat on the toilet. By the time she was on the toilet though the stream was but a mere drip. She felt like crying, but she held back those tears. She sat on the toilet, looking at her panties. There was an unmistakable yellowish stain from the bottom of the crotch to the back. She slipped her feet out of her boots. Raising her butt off the toilet slightly she poured the piss out of each boot into the bowl. Eileen sobbed, not knowing what to do. There was piss all over her clothes, making visible stains on her pantyhose and skirt. Maybe she could just sit in the bathroom until her clothes dried? Before she knew it, the sound of high heels were clacking into the bathroom. "Did somebody piss on the floor?" it was Lenore, her boss! She followed the wet trail into the bathroom. Eileen got quiet as she stood in the stall, frozen in fear. "I know someone's in there." her voice was just outside the stall door. "Come on, I can see your feet. Just come out here so we can talk." The woman's tone made Eileen feel strange. It was commanding, but at the same time there was a familiar comfort that came with hearing it. A warmth was spreading through her even as she pulled the now cold wet panties back up. She bashfully opened the stall door to look out at Ms Mayweather. "Ah, the new one. Eileen, is it? Is this going to be a continuing problem?" she asked bluntly. "N-no!" the shocked girl said, ducking slightly behind the door like a scared child, "I was in a rush this morning and I didn't even get to use the bathroom before I left otherwise I would have gotten here even later and I'm really sorry this wont happen again!" Lenore smirked at the long run-on sentence. She sighed and rolled her eyes back. "Why don't I believe you?" As the tall woman said this, Eileen's heart sank. She was being chewed out like some small child! Her face was turning redder by the minute. Lenore could see the shame washing over the girl, which only seemed to make her smile more. "Look, come with me. I might have some spare clothes for you in my office." This all seemed so unexpected for Eileen. She was sure that she would be making the walk of shame back to her car and would probably be fired. Lenore took off her jacket and tied it around Eileen's waist. It was the kindest anyone had ever treated her, besides her own mother. "Jesus," Eileen thought, "she is like my mother." Though this made her more embarrassed there was a comforting feeling to having someone care this much. She didn't fight it. She followed right behind the taller woman as she lead her through the building, heading for her private office. For the most part people ignored the two women walking through the hallways and work stations of the building. Coming to the large office at the end of the building Lenore locked the door behind them. She untied the jacket from around Eileen and took a good long look at her. "Just look at you. You're soaked!" Lenore started, "Why didn't you go use the potty?" "Wha- what?" Eileen stammered. "You heard me. The potty was right down the hall. You could have gone and saved yourself the embarrassment, but now you're covered in pee pee!" "It wasn't my fault! Seriously!" "Whose fault could it be? No one was holding you down and forcing you to wet your pants, were they?" "No..." "Then explain yourself." Lenore made good points. Just as a mommy would. Eileen got quiet. Her face was red. She could feel a warm blush that touched her cheeks and even down to her shoulders. This was the most shame she felt since she was a child, but now that she was an adult there were other feelings coming over her. Having a tall sexy woman chew her out must have been some deep dark fantasy she never knew about. Her pussy was warming inside the cold, damp panties. After a while of not hearing a response Ms Lenore Mayweather grabbed Eileen's arm and pulled hard. Eileen let out a tiny gasp as she watched her boss sit down. Lenore set Eileen over her lap, ass raised. Suddenly there was a loud smack as her hand came down upon Eileen's bottom. Eileen tried to say "no" or "stop" but all that came out was a breathy gasp for air. She was spanked more. Each smack to her bottom was a sensual experience. She never had any girlfriends or boyfriends. She never felt this way before at all! She had tears going down her face from the shame and pain of it all, but she was secretly enjoying it. Lenore left one more hard smack on Eileen's butt before she stopped. She helped Eileen stand and looked into her eyes. "Take off your clothes, young lady. I will have them washed and returned to you later." Lenore held out her hand, expecting to be given the clothes. Eileen found herself timidly undressing in front of the woman. First her top came off, then her skirt, pantyhose, and panties. She slipped out of her soggy boots as well. Lenore stood there and continued to hold each article of clothing until Eileen was only in a bra. "All of it." barked Lenore. Eileen reached behind herself, unhooking her bra. Lenore walked away, carrying the soggy clothing, underwear, and boots to a nearby closet where she set them inside. Eileen just had to stand in the middle of the room, which had a comfortable temperature, but it was still awkward to be completely naked at her place of work. She crossed her arms over her little tits. Wisps of pubic hair decorated her crotch, just above her slit in a V shape, like they were pointing towards her privates. Her shoulders and chest were weak and by comparison her rear and thighs were larger. After what felt like forever Lenore finally came back with a new stack of clothing in her hands. She set them on her desk. The statuesque woman sauntered over to Eileen and swept her arms under her, carrying her like a bride towards the top of her desk where she set her down. Eileen's eyes were wide. No one had ever carried her like that since she was a toddler! Eileen heard a ripping noise and soon realized what it was when she felt something cool and soothing against her wet skin. It was baby wipes. Lenore was wiping down the pissy girl with such gentle care. She then lifted a large white cloth, letting Eileen look at it and soon figure out what it was. This was a diaper. "Wait a minute-" Eileen was about to speak. Lenore put one finger to the girl's lips. As if by magic that made her turn quiet right away. Lenore grabbed Eileen by the ankles and lifted her, making it simple to slip the diaper under the girl's butt before setting her back down. Lenore parted the girl's legs and then applied a generous powdering of talc around the crotch and butt. She used her hand to rub the baby powder into Eileen's skin. She dusted her hands off, clapping them together. She then pulled the front of the diaper up over Eileen's crotch and taped the tabs together at each side. Eileen was now in a thick adult diaper, but it wasn't over yet. Lenore pulled a T-shirt over Eileen's head. She then put on a pair of lavender colored overalls. Eileen was just going with this for now. Her new outfit looked so cute! Lenore put the finishing touches on, knit socks with tiny kittens on them, and some clunky red sneakers that were a bit too big. Lenore muttered something about having to get shoes to fit Eileen's tiny feet. She helped the big diapered girl stand and look at herself. "You're going to stay in my office from now on. When you come in I expect you to head right over here and do your work right beside me so I can keep an eye on you. I know you'll be a much better asset to this company if you have fewer distractions." As Lenore spoke in her stern but caring tone Eileen just nodded along. When the lecture was finished Eileen rushed to Lenore and hugged her. Lenore pat the girl on the back. "O-kay, o-kay." Lenore sighed, letting the girl hug her. "Well since you don't have your desk in here right now why don't you just sit in Mommy's lap while she does her work?" Eileen felt a jolt of pleasure travel through her body when Lenore called herself 'Mommy.' She didn't argue. Once Lenore sat down, Eileen got right in her lap. She had to lean to the side. Despite being small, she was still adult-sized. Lenore smiled as she felt Eileen nuzzle into her neck while she worked. "Sorry about everything." Eileen muttered. "There's no need to apologize. You're just a little girl and you couldn't hold it." Lenore said back. "The important thing is that now you know to stay with Mommy so there are no more accidents on my nice carpets." Eileen couldn't help but smile. The day seemed to move much faster now. She cuddled her new "Mommy" while wiggling around to feel the thick diapers rubbing against her. It made her feel a bit awkward, but she had to give in to these new desires. It just felt too good. Eileen stayed in her boss's office for the rest of the day. It was safe there, and she felt better than she ever felt before. Could this really be her life now? Had she really worked this hard only to end up right back where she started? Just an overgrown baby girl that needs diapers. Part 2: Going Home By the time the work day was over Eileen had fallen asleep in Lenore's lap. Lenore jostled Eileen awake. Eileen's eyes shot open and she looked nervous. She fell asleep and that meant she probably wet herself! She reached down, grabbing her crotch and feeling the damp diaper between her legs. Lenore threw her head back and chuckled. "Relax. That's what your diapers are for. I figured you must be a bedwetter." Lenore stood and set Eileen back on her feet. "Do you wish to go home by yourself, or do you want to come back to Mommy's place?" She asked so casually. Eileen had to think about it. She stared at her feet before finally speaking up. "Could I change my diaper first?" she asked. "Well that depends on whether or not you're going home by yourself." Eileen kept her gaze down. Going home with Ms Mayweather sounded like a dream come true. She just never thought her first time sleeping over with someone would be like this. Lenore was growing impatient, tapping her foot as she waited for an answer. Finally Eileen agreed to have the woman drive her home. Lenore smiled, grabbing her coat and briefcase. She nodded in the direction of her personal closet. "I had someone wash your suit and clean out your boots. Go grab them would you?" Eileen's face turned red again. Some stranger saw her accident! She just hoped no one recognized the clothing as hers. Her anxiety faded when she felt Lenore's hand on her back, guiding her. The motherly touch was just what she needed. Eileen picked up the bag that had her things in it and followed Lenore out. The office was mostly empty at this time of day, but some people still saw them walking towards the parking lot. Eileen was grateful that they didn't have to walk far. The boss always got the best parking spot, naturally. Lenore opened the passenger side door, having Eileen step in. The woman then locked Eileen into the seat, clicking the belt buckle for her. Lenore got into the car herself and drove off. As Eileen looked out the window watching the world zip by she got the urge to suck to her thumb. It was something she did a lot as a child whenever she became overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by things like having a big public accident. She resisted, thinking about all the times she was called a baby. Her thumb was inches from her mouth before she let her hands rest back in her lap. Even though she was dressed in overalls and a thick diaper she still asserted that, in her mind, she was an adult, not a child. Lenore had played some lullaby music on the stereo. Combined with the view of the window and the gentle motion of the car Eileen fell asleep again. Eileen awoke when Lenore opened the door on her passenger side. Lenore unbuckled the girl's seatbelt and lifted her out of the car. She carried her like a small child towards the quaint looking house. Eileen wondered why someone as rich and powerful as Lenore Mayweather lived in such a little home, but when she looked around she noticed just how secluded the land was. Lenore apparently owned all this land and kept to herself. It was a quiet, peaceful place to be. Once inside Lenore set Eileen down on her feet and motioned with her hand. "Go ahead and explore. I'm just going to bring some things in and then I'll get that diaper changed." When Lenore said this, Eileen blushed a little. She had forgotten that she peed herself. She felt her crotch and wondered if she wet herself more during her nap. The diaper did feel kind of warm again. She waddled her way through the house, poking around into the kitchen first and then going down the hall. She found the bathroom. Dare she use it now? She took a few steps in when she was stopped by Lenore's strong arm, pulling her back. "ah ah ah," Lenore warned, "the toilet is only for big girls." With that she lifted Eileen up again, carrying her away from the bathroom. Eileen whined and pouted as she was carried off. Lenore opened a door, revealing an adorable pastel colored room. It was like some little girl's room with pictures of unicorns on the walls, a bunch of stuffed animals, a princess bed with bars on the side, and in the middle of the room was a table with a cushioned top. Beside the table was a diaper pail and an adult-sized potty chair. Eileen was taken out of her overalls and then sat on the table. Eileen had heard that Lenore was single and childless. In all her years there was never a mention of her having any kids. Eileen figured that an independent woman like Lenore just didn't need children, but perhaps having adult children was something that helped filled that having-it-all space in her life. Before she knew it her diaper was open and she was being wiped. "Someone just couldn't resist using their new diapers, huh? So much pee pees." Lenore commented as she slid the baby wipes over the girl's butt. She used some more wipes to clean off her crotch. Lenore's hand lingered for a bit too long over Eileen's privates. She finally let go of her, dropping used wipes into the used diaper before crumpling it up. She opened a tall metal cylinder and put the pissy diapers into it. It must have been the diaper pail. Lenore grabbed something from under the changing table. She showed it to Eileen, a pretty and pink pull-up, sized for a girl Eileen's height and build. It was decked out in Disney princess decorations across the front panel. "Now Eileen, darling, we are going to start from square one and try potty training you again. You'll wear these training panties while at my house and at the office. Instead of going to the toilet you will be starting at the potty chair. If you manage to do well with the potty training only then will you be allowed to use the toilet again." Lenore finished her speech by pulling the training pants up Eileen's waist. Eileen never felt more ashamed of herself in her life. She was grateful that Ms Lenore Mayweather was the only one who knew about this right now, but all of this was a major step back for Eileen who worked so hard to be taken seriously. Eileen was dressed back up in her overalls and set back down on the floor. Lenore smiled, patting the girl on the head. "I think we're going to get along just fine, little girl." Lenore showed Eileen through the rest of the house, explaining where she could and could not go. She stopped at the living room, having Eileen sit down in front of the television. She turned it on and then placed a DVD into the player. Eileen watched a cute and colorful cartoon playing, showing a ballerina dancing around in what looked like a diaper. The title read "Potty Training For Teens And Big Girls." Eileen frowned. She usually liked cartoons but now she was going to be forced to watch this? Lenore pat Eileen's head again. "Be a good girl and watch the movie while Mommy makes dinner." Eileen pouted, looking at the screen. It was just like any other potty training video except all the characters were adults. The narrator explained scenarios that seemed all to familiar to Eileen. Ignoring her body's urges, holding it for too long, laziness, and even stubbornness to use the potty. That last one brought back some memories. She did seem to recall that when she was three, almost entering her fourth birthday, her parents were still struggling to potty train her because she refused to give up her diapers. Eileen blushed as he thought about this. Was she really that much of a big baby? Why was she such a late bloomer? On the video the narrator explained that many "big girls" refuse the potty because of the pleasurable sensation of a dirty diaper. Eileen perked up at this. She felt her face warming with blush at the thought that she might enjoy how her diapers felt. Was this really something she longed for this whole time without knowing it? No, she couldn't accept that. She was a big girl! She just had accidents. As the video showed a grown woman getting her diaper changed Eileen felt a warmth distributing from between her legs. Her pussy tingled at the thought of being changed by Lenore just like the woman in this video. She tried to shake these feelings, but she couldn't. All her life she just tried to grow up, not grow down. Maybe she was being made to realize these feelings always existed deep inside her, and maybe Ms Lenore Mayweather was just more knowledgeable about these things. "I hope you learned something, little girl." Lenore said, surprising Eileen by appearing right behind her. She turned off the DVD for now. She puts her hands under Eileen's arms and helped her stand back up. She walked her to the kitchen. It smelled so good in there. On the dining room table was a big meal laid out for her. Eileen never really learned how to cook herself. She was the type of person to just microwave something. Eileen thought Lenore was amazing. She ran a whole business and still had time to be a mom. Still blushing from earlier Eileen sat at the table and felt the deepest gratitude towards her boss. "Thank you, Mommy. This looks really good." Eileen kept her gaze down. "I'm glad you think so, but it still looks like something is bugging you, kiddo." Lenore said, sitting across from Eileen and holding her hand. "It's just that... I could never do what you do. You're like my hero. I wish I could be you." Eileen bit her lip. "Hey..." Lenore leaned in and raised Eileen's chin with her thumb, "you're just a kid, and I don't just mean that because you're not potty trained. I will admit I've accomplished a lot for my age, but people like me are one in a million. You still have your whole life to accomplish all your goals." Eileen's heart fluttered. The encouragement from Lenore had her over the moon. Now unable to contain a large smile growing on her face Eileen felt she could get through this momentary hurdle. She ate her dinner quietly, sitting across from her hero, and actually feeling good about herself. After dinner, Lenore cleaned up and let Eileen wander around to do whatever she wanted, as long as it was within the house rules. Eileen knew that meant to stay out of certain rooms of the house. She waddled around, crinkling loudly underneath her clothes. She entered her adorable bedroom and looked for something to occupy her time. Searching through the stuffed animals she found a stuffed giraffe and a kitty with a frilly dress on. She sat on the floor and started playing with the stuffed animals, imagining a whole back story where they started dating and were in love with each other. As she made kissy sounds and pressed the animals' faces together she looked across the room at the changing table. She noticed that there were several pairs of diapers and pull-ups all stacked neatly. If she ever wanted to take one they were right there. She then looked at that plastic potty chair. She had never seen one that big before. It was a smaller and lower to the ground than a toilet, but it was still obviously bigger than a normal child's potty chair. Eileen stood up and walked towards the potty, lifting the lid and putting her hands all over it to inspect it. She realized how badly she had to pee just then. Normally she'd be holding it until the last minute, but with Lenore in the house she wanted to show her that she could use the potty like a big girl. "Mommy!" Eileen called out. She heard Lenore's footsteps coming to her room. "What do you need, baby?" Lenore looked down at Eileen standing by the potty chair. She smiled, "You want to try your potty?" Eileen gave a nod. Lenore got on her knees and helped Eileen out of her overalls. She pulled them down around her ankles. "Okay, show me what you learned from the video." Lenore said, watching. Eileen wasn't paying attention to the part where the girls were actually using the potties, but she was smart enough to know this part anyway. Eileen pulled down her training panties. She stood there, naked from the waist down now, just looking at the seat of the potty. She lifted the lid and then sat down. She was worried she might have a hard time going with Lenore standing there. It turned out to not be a problem at all. A jet stream of piss was erupting for her, making a loud piddling noise as it went into the bowl of the potty. The sound of pee hitting hard plastic echoed inside the potty chair. Eileen blushed a little, but part of her was proud to show her new mommy that she was going like a "big girl." Lenore clapped her hands "Good girl, Eileen! I'm going to put a happy face on your potty training chart!" Lenore kissed Eileen on the head. Once the stream died down Lenore put her hand on Eileen's shoulder "All done? Don't have to go anymore?" Eileen shook her head. Reaching under the changing table, Lenore handed Eileen the toilet paper. Eileen stood up and wiped her privates and then put the used paper into the potty chair. She then put the lid back down on the seat. It felt funny to be proud of something she already knew how to do, but considering the accident she had at work this was a small victory today. Perhaps going back to potty training was going to be good for her. The rest of the day Eileen was so happy and proud. She was so enthusiastic as she played with her toys. Any feelings of shame and inadequacy were washed away by Lenore's kindness and encouragement. As the day was coming to a close Lenore stripped Eileen out of her current outfit and got out her onesie. Eileen actually liked the onesie. It was comfortable. Lenore showed Eileen over to the princess bed, pulling the crib bars down on one side so she could climb in. She showed her how to pull the bars up and down just in case she needed to potty in the middle of the night. "Mommy, can I sleep with you tonight?" Eileen asked boldly as she climbed into the bed. She looked up pitifully as Lenore pulled the covers up to Eileen's chin and tucked her in. "You're too young for that, baby. Maybe when you're older. Besides, you and know both know how much of a bedwetting risk you are." Lenore kissed Eileen on the forehead. "Now goodnight, my baby girl. We have a big day at work tomorrow." Eileen was sad that she couldn't get closer to Lenore just yet. God, she loved her. She wanted to kiss her, touch her body. She was pretty sure now she was gay, at least for her. Her light was turned off and the room was only lit up by the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. Sitting in bed and trying to sleep she thought about all the things she would like to do to Lenore. She put her hands under the covers and started to rub her crotch through her pajamas and pull-ups. In the quiet of the room all she could hear was the crinkle of those training panties as she played with herself. ~ Eileen awoke the next morning. It was still dark and according to the kitty clock on the wall it was way too early. All that napping she did yesterday must have helped her wake up early today. Normally she was the type of person to oversleep. She thought about going right back to bed when she suddenly felt a pain down below. She had to poop and it had to come out right now. She reached for the bars of the little converted crib bed and was about to get out when she got an idea. Maybe just this once she could mess her diaper and pretend it was an accident. She remembered back when she was four years old, deliberately going poop in her pants because it felt so good. She remembered how much trouble she got into for doing that too. Well now she was an adult, and no one was going to stop her. Even if she got in trouble with Lenore she could still try to pass it off as an accident. Her heart was pounding as she thought about what she was about to do. Sitting up straight in the bed she used her arms to raise her bottom up slightly. She scrunched up her face, pushing. She felt the poop as it came out, going into the back of her training pants. The sensation of having that warm, lumpy mess touching her crack and cheeks flooded her with nostalgic feelings. She lowered her bottom back down onto the bed and felt the poop getting smashed around inside the pull-up. She still had to go, so she pushed out the rest of the logs, feeling them creep up the back of her training panties. She worried now that she was going overboard, but it was too late to stop now. She sighed and laid back on the bed, enjoying her messy panties. As a child, the sensation of pooping her pants was just comfortable and satisfying, but as an adult pooping her pants there was a surprisingly erotic quality to it. Her privates tingled excitedly. She just had to reach down and play with herself. She placed her hands over her crotch and grinded the soft material of her trainers against her flesh. She much preferred completely outer stimulation when masturbating, so she didn't even have to undress. This was even better than when she played with herself last night. The feeling of a mess on her ass gave her some extra stimulation. After what felt like only ten minutes she heard the door to her bedroom click. She pulled her blanket back up and pretended she had been sleeping. Lenore walked into the room, wrinkling her nose. "Hey, stinky, get up." Lenore said in a commanding voice. "What? What is it?" Eileen muttered, pretending she just got up. "Don't play that game with me, sweetheart. I know you've been awake. Now get out of bed and let me see those panties." Lenore's tone was really stern right now. How much did she know, and how could she possibly know it? Eileen pulled down the bars on the side of her bed and crawled out. She stood in front of Lenore as the woman unzipped the onesie and yanked it off. Lenore shook her head. "There's poop everywhere!" she shouted. Eileen gasped. She looked down, genuinely surprised. The poop has indeed come out of the leg bands and coated her thighs. It also got on the inside of the onesie. "I didn't know, honest! It was an accident!" Eileen tried to excuse herself. "Little lady, this is no accident. There was a potty chair right there and you chose to poop yourself instead of using it!" Lenore did not raise her voice. She just sounded disappointed. Eileen actually felt guilty. Damn, Lenore was even good at guilt tripping like a mom does! Lenore sighed and pulled down the soiled panties carefully. "These are only meant for small accidents, but you just completely shit all over them." Lenore dropped the soiled training panties into the diaper pail. A teary eyed Eileen grabbed onto Lenore's night gown. "Mommy, I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to..." Eileen whimpered. "I'm sorry too, because now I'm going to have to teach you a lesson." Lenore grabbed Eileen, spinning her around. She wiped her ass clean roughly with the baby wipes as Eileen stood there naked. Once she was clean enough Lenore sat on the bed and pulled Eileen over her lap. The smaller girl's eyes went wide. No way, Lenore isn't really going to do this, is she? Just then she felt the woman's open palm smack against her bare bottom. Eileen howled at the first impact. She kicked her feet and begged Lenore to stop, but she continued. SMACK! the hand came down again. "Are you going to fib again?" Eileen shook her head. SMACK, another contact with her bottom. "And next time you'll try and poop in the potty?" Eileen nodded. She was spanked two more times before Lenore let up. Eileen's cheeks were red and burning now. She wouldn't soon forget her lesson. Lenore squirted baby oil onto her palm and then rubbed it over Eileen's cheeks and between her crack. Eileen winced a little at the feeling. Her bottom was still stinging from the spanking. Lenore patted down Eileen's crotch with some oil, reminding the girl of how she was just masturbating earlier. Eileen was mortified, but she still wished she had the chance to finish playing with herself. Lenore tugged the new training panties up around Eileen's waist. "Next time you poop your panties on purpose you are going back to diapers for a month, got it?" Lenore warned the girl. Eileen nodded quickly in agreement. Lenore started dressing Eileen again. She still gave her a childish T-shirt and overalls instead of her conservative suit she usually wore to the office. Eileen wanted to resist, but given how much hot water she was in the girl wasn't about to kick up another fuss. Lenore gathered the clothes from last night as well as the dirty onesie, sending them to the laundry room. She started up the washing machine. "As soon as the wash is done and the clothes are in the dryer we are leaving." Lenore told the girl. She lead Eileen to the kitchen and heated up a toaster pastry for her. She set it on a plate. "Let that cool and don't burn your mouth, sweetie." Eileen didn't need to be told that, she thought. She shouldn't have needed someone to tell her not to poop her pants either, but she still did that. Eileen sighed, blowing on the pasty and taking careful, tiny bites. ~ The ride to work was a little tense. Lenore seemed upset still, despite keeping her cool. The woman looked over at the girl, all decked out in her cutesy kiddie clothes. She smiled a little. "Sorry, honey. You know I'm just trying to help... Sometimes when you are bad Mommy needs to spank. You know I love you, right?" Eileen was surprised. Did she really say she loved her? Even if she meant like how a mother loves a daughter that was still enough for her. Eileen swallowed and then nodded in Lenore's direction. Lenore chuckled and reached over to pat Eileen's head. Coming into work today felt weird. Not just because of the night she spent with Lenore, but also because of the fact she was dressed like a toddler, walking past her old employees. Eileen ducked her head down and walked close to Lenore, not wanting anyone to see her. They might still notice she's not at her usual desk though. Maybe they'll think she is simply a niece of Lenore's as long as they don't see her face. She was short enough to pass as a teenager or a tween. Lenore shut the door behind them and sat at her desk. She picked up her phone. "Kathy?" Lenore spoke to her administrative assistant, "Ah there you are, could you bring in the potty chair from storage? Yes, I have a little one visiting again. Thank you so much." Lenore pressed another button on her phone. "Tony? Could you bring in that pink learning desk from the loading station? Uh huh, the cute one with the flowers on the side. Thanks." She then hung up the phone. Eileen gulped, looking nervous. People were going to come in here. Worse yet, one of them would be coming with a potty chair! Eileen scampered behind Lenore. The woman looks over her shoulder. "Now now, why don't you say hello to Aunty Kathy when she gets here..." Lenore stands and brings Eileen back around to the front of the desk. "And make sure you tell her thank you." Eileen stood there, anticipating more ridicule and humiliation. Of course Kathy was the first person to enter the private office, putting the larger than normal potty chair down in the middle of the room. "Why hello there, little girl, what's your name?" Kathy said. She clearly knew this was an adult. Eileen blushed and looked away. "Her name is Eileen." Lenore answered for her "Eileen, honey, what do we say?" "Thank you, Aunty Kathy." Eileen mumbled. Kathy bent forward. "Don't be embarrassed. I had a little sister that was a late bloomer too. Didn't stop wetting the bed until she was old enough to drive." Kathy assured Eileen. It didn't really make Eileen any less embarrassed, but it was kind of Kathy to try. Almost as soon as Kathy had left, Tony came in, wheeling the childish looking desk into the room. It was pink with flowers painted on the side just like Lenore said there would be. There were little distracting buttons and knobs on the desk too. They didn't do anything useful other than make noise and look cute. The desk was essentially an adult-sized busybox. Tony tipped his hat to the two ladies and winked at Eileen before leaving the office. Lenore got out the spare laptop from her desk and put it on Eileen's new desk. She pulled up an extra chair for her and had her sit down. "Now I expect you to work hard today, sweetie! Make Mommy proud." Lenore kissed Eileen on the head and went to her own adult desk. Eileen started up the laptop and began her work, logging into her company account. This new environment was perfect for her. Eileen was able to get a lot of work done today. When she needed to pee all she had to do was walk right over to the potty chair which was only a couple feet away from her. Whenever she was bored and waiting for something to process, she could play with the interactive things on her desk. Work was actually fun now! By the middle of the day Eileen had a large grin plastered on her face, swinging her feet from her chair. Eileen had finished more work today than she had before. There was clearly something to this treatment that Lenore was giving her. ~ When the work day was done, Lenore praised Eileen for being such a big girl. She made sure to point out the marked improvement in her workload as well as the greatly improved potty skills. Lenore showed Eileen the potty chart app on her phone which, despite one frowny face, had some other smiley faces on it for the times she managed to go in her potty chair at work. Eileen blushed, but she still felt proud. Lenore picked up Eileen and carried her out of the building. Eileen has happy to be carried after such a long day. She still buried her face into Lenore's shoulder, worried people might see her. She didn't really hear any murmuring or gossip though. During the car ride, Eileen had noticed they were not taking the usual way home. Confused and a little nervous she looked at Lenore for an explanation. Lenore just gave a sly look and winked at her. Soon enough the car was parked outside a building. A large colorful sign displayed the words "Klasky's Ice Cream." Lenore helped Eileen out of the car. It was one thing to be dressed like this at home or in her boss's private office, but this was a public place! Still, Lenore was also showing a kind gesture by taking Eileen out for ice cream. She did like ice cream. The shy girl stood behind Lenore as they entered the shop and stood in line. Lenore pulled Eileen out front. "Now Eileen, you have to tell them what flavor and toppings you want!" Lenore cooed, patting her butt to usher her forward to the front counter. Eileen got a bowl of vanilla and ended up asking for lots of different candy toppings. She went a little overboard, but she figured that she should get a treat considering what she had to endure. Lenore laughed and kissed Eileen's cheek. "Someone's got a sweet tooth!" she teased. Lenore got a more sensible small cup herself with no toppings. She sat at a booth with Eileen, watching her eat her ice cream and get it on her face. Lenore used a napkin to wipe around Eileen's mouth which made her whimper and whine, turning her face away. She sat still once she realized that resisting like that would only make her look more childish so she sat still the next time she got her face wiped clean. "Before we go, do you need to use the toilet, sweetie?" Lenore asked point blank, right in the middle of the shop where anyone could hear her. "No! Geez, why'd you have to ask me that right now?" Eileen's face was red hot. "I had to make sure. You know how hard it can be for you to hold it." Lenore said, not caring about discretion. Eileen groaned, lowering her head into her arms. She looked around to see if anyone had been listening in. Naturally a couple at a table across from them was looking over. They must've heard something! Eileen continued to feel embarrassed. Lenore held Eileen's hand. "You want to go home?" she leans in close. "N-not yet. I'm going to finish my ice cream." Eileen went back to eating, trying to pretend the humiliating exchange never happened. Naturally, she did have to pee, but she wasn't about to let Lenore be right. Not now after she just humiliated her like that. The car ride home wasn't so bad at first, but the longer they were in traffic the more pressure Eileen felt on her bladder. She squirmed in her seat, trying not to look like he needed to pee. She tried to subtly put her hands between her legs, bending forward as she did. The attempt to hide her desperation only drew more attention to her, making her look more childish. Lenore smirked. "You shouldn't play with yourself in the car, Eileen." Lenore teased, knowing full well the girl just had a full bladder. When Lenore parked in front of her house, Eileen darted out of the car. She waited outside the front door, groping her crotch and bouncing in place. Lenore took a medium stride up the door and opened it. Before Eileen could rush by though, Lenore grabbed her for a big hug. She spun around, holding Eileen close. "Thank you for a very productive and fun day, Eileen!" Lenore praised the girl, squeezing her against her body. Eileen whined. "Peeee!" she cried out. A loud hissing came from her pants as she soaked her pull-ups. Lenore set Eileen back on her feet and looked at the girl as she helplessly peed on herself. The pull-ups did their job this time, holding back the piss from soaking into the overalls. Still it was obvious from Eileen's face and body language what she was doing. Also the faint sound coming from her crotch was a dead giveaway as well. Eileen pouted at Lenore. "All right, sweetie. That one was my fault, I won't count it." Lenore smirked and patted Eileen on the butt. Eileen did a funny waddle to her bedroom, which made Lenore giggle. The woman followed her wet little girl to the room to change her into a clean pair of training pants. Part 3: Getting Naughty Eileen woke up feeling fresh. Her training pants were actually dry this morning! She walked up to her potty chair, pulling off her onesie and then tugging down her trainers. She lifted the lid and sat on the potty, sighing as a peed into it. She couldn't wait to tell her mommy! There was another reason for her to be happy. It was the weekend. Now she could spend all day just being a little girl and not having to worry about anyone looking at her or judging her. The bedroom door opened up and Eileen smiled excitedly, pointing at the potty to indicate she actually used it this time. "Hey, Eileen, I'm sorry but I need to come into work today." Lenore said. Eileen's heart sank and she slouched on the potty chair. "Oh baby, don't be sad. It'll only be for a couple hours. I just need to take care of an emergency. I have to run a tight ship, you know." "But, Mommy, I don't wanna go today! It's my day off." Eileen stood up, wiping herself. Lenore's face twisted as she thought. She rubbed her chin. "Well, Eileen. I can't really get a babysitter here on such short notice. Are you sure I can trust you to be all by yourself today?" "Yes, of course!" Eileen said. "I didn't become a total baby, I'm still an adult here." "Yeah, you say that, but I've changed your diapers a lot in the past couple days." Lenore remarked. "Fine. Just this once you're on your own. You call me if anything happens though. You can have a cold Pop Tart for breakfast, but I don't want you using the toaster." Eileen pumped her fist once Lenore turned away and whispered a quiet "yes" to herself. As Lenore walked out the front door, Eileen raced after her. She opened the door and shouted from the doorway. "I went on the potty this morning! Don't forget to put that on my chart!" Lenore waved from her car and then got in. Eileen watched her mommy pull away to head back to work and leave her all alone for a few hours. She hoped that Lenore would remember. Eileen sighed. She looked around the empty house and then shouted "paaaar-tyyy!" she ran up and down the hallways, yelling like a hyperactive child. She knew exactly how silly this looked, but she was alone so she did not care. She hopped on the couch, dancing around wearing nothing but pull-ups. She held her hands over her little breasts so she could bounce as much as she wanted to without her bra on. She looked over at the television set, seeing that potty training DVD just resting on top of the DVD player. Eileen thought for a moment. This was the closest thing to porn in the house. There were naked girls in it! Sure they were mostly sitting on potties and having their diapers changed, but she got to see their privates. Yes, Eileen was sure she was gay if this is the kind of thing she was going to watch to get off. With a happy grin she put the DVD into the player and started it back up. She sat on the floor in front of the TV, queuing the video up to the part where they show the adult women pulling down their pants. Eileen licked her lips and then stuck her hand down her trainers, using her middle finger to tease her clitoral hood while her other fingers just massaged around her mons. She didn't like to stick things inside herself, but she loved to stimulate herself on outside of her pussy. Maybe that's why it felt so good when she was wet? She was caught up in the moment, feeling mesmerized by the video. Suddenly a new chapter started, one she didn't see last time. "When your girl is being dirty." Eileen sat up straight to attention. What were they going to show this time. The video went on to explain how sometimes your baby girl will refuse to go on the potty. They showed a girl purposefully using her pants, showing a close-up of her face at first and then panning down to show her pants darkening around the crotch. The back of the girl's pants began to droop as well. Eileen paused the video. She was feeling awkward. She had another urge to mess herself, but she remembered what happened last time. She tried to think of a way she could get away with it. She remembered there was a stack of diapers just sitting there under the changing table in plain sight. Eileen stood up and rushed down the hall. She pulled out one of the large adult diapers and held it up. She had never put a diaper on anyone before, let alone herself. She pulled off her training pants and then set the thick diaper on the floor. She sat on the diaper and pulled it up around herself. She taped the sides shut and was surprised at how well of a job she did. It felt so snug on her, just like when Lenore put her in one! She tried to think if there was anything she missed. "Oh yeah!" she thought, grabbing the baby powder. She pulled the waistband back and puffed a generous amount down her diaper. Satisfied with the job she did, Eileen waddled back to the living room to continue watching the video. She started it up again, seeing the girl on the screen continue to wet and mess her pants on purpose. She looked pleased with herself. Eileen knew that look well. As Eileen watched and listen to the voice over chastising the naughty girl she relaxed her muscles and let the poop just slide out of her bottom as she sat there on the floor. The instant the poop made contact with the diaper it became smashed against her butt. Because she was sitting down the poop had little room so it just squished all over, spreading across her cheeks. Eileen felt so good after her accident. She rocked back and forth on the floor, feeling the poop get spread more. Eileen wasn't even paying attention to the video anymore. She was so content, having her poop smear all over the inside of her diaper. She was making such a mess of herself and she was getting away with it! She gasped, feeling her pleasure peaking, and she slowed down. She actually had an orgasm without even touching herself. She sat in silence, thinking about what just happened. Stopping the video and turning off the TV, Eileen stood back up, feeling diapers droop heavily from the weight of her messy load. As fun as it would be to stay in the diapers she knew she had to hide the evidence now. Eileen waddled back into the bedroom. She grabbed the baby wipes and climbed onto the changing table. She tore the sides of the diaper and let it fall open. The mess was everywhere on the inside, even coating her crotch. She knew it would be bad though. Digging lots of wipes out of their box she began to wash away the poop. It took a while and she wasn't sure if she was getting it all. She pulled the diaper away from her butt and got on all fours, trying to wash the mess away from her cheeks by reaching behind herself. She finally climbed down from the table and threw her used diaper and all those wipes down the diaper pail. She looked at her butt in the mirror really quick, just to make sure it didn't have anymore lingering mess on it. Sighing after the long deed was done she pulled her training pants back on. As Eileen got herself dressed she felt real proud of herself for basically getting away with something so naughty. She just had to smile about that. Eileen put on a fresh pair of overalls for the day and headed to the kitchen to grab a Pop Tart and then wandered into the living room to sit on the couch. Cocky and complacent Eileen kicked up her heels onto the coffee table and put the television back on, turning it to the cartoon network. She ate the cold pastry, getting crumbs on her chest as she laughed at the cartoon playing. After about an hour Lenore had finally come back home. Eileen dusted the crumbs off of her shirt and overalls and then ran up to her mommy. She almost knocked her back as she pressed against her for a big hug. "Oh my, someone sure missed Mommy! You didn't get into any mischief was I was away, did you?" Lenore combed her fingers through Eileen's hair. "No Mommy, I've just been watching cartoons." Eileen let go and skipped back to the couch. "Wait a minute, little lady, get back here." Eileen said, pointing down at the floor in front of her. What could Lenore want? Eileen took a nervous step forward, heading over to her mommy. Lenore spun Eileen around. "Surprise inspection." She announced as she undid the overalls and pulled them down around Eileen's ankles. Lenore tugged back the waistband of the trainers and wrinkled her nose. "Hmmm." She pulled the trainers down next. Eileen was getting nervous. Did Lenore know something? Was it just her motherly intuition? Lenore grabbed Eileen's cheeks and spread them. "Eileen, honey, did you go poopies today?" Lenore asked, tilting her head as she looked at Eileen's face. Eileen had to say something. "Um, yes Mommy..." Eileen said, "I went in the potty." Without asking for further details, Lenore held Eileen's hand and made her do an awkward walk with her pants around her ankles. She brought Eileen into the bedroom and looked at the potty chair. Lenore lifted the lid and looked inside, only seeing the pee from earlier this morning. "Eileen, have you been fibbing? Your potty doesn't have any poopies in it and yet your bottom looks like it's been wiped poorly." Lenore stood straight, staring down at Eileen from her full height. "No! No way, I mean um..." Eileen tried to think of a lie. "I used the toilet! Sorry, Mommy. I know you said I wasn't allowed on the toilet yet but I thought I might be ready!" "How did you go in the toilet? Why don't you show me?" Lenore said plainly. Eileen wasn't sure what Lenore's point was, but she tried to walk down the hall to the closed door of the bathroom, trying to pull her pants back up at the same time. Attempting to open the door, she found it was locked. "Well imagine that, the bathroom is locked. I wonder how you got in there without a key." Lenore leaned against the door, looking down at Eileen. She caught her. "All right, poopy butt, what really happened today while I was gone?" "Nothing! I don't know. I just had a dirty bottom today..." She tried to shrug it off, struggling to get the straps of her overalls back over her shoulders. Lenore grabbed Eileen by the wrist, dragging her back down the hall to her bedroom. She sat on the bed and once again pulling Eileen over her lap, holding one hand firmly on her back to keep her still. She got two hard spanks onto her bottom before Eileen cracked. "Wait, stop!" The girl sobbed, "I pooped in one of the diapers!" she finally confessed. "Tell me everything that happened." Lenore sat Eileen up on her lap and looked her dead in the eyes. Eileen sniffed, feeling guilt and shame over what she did and how she lied about it. "I w-wanted to be a dirty girl, like in the video..." Eileen admitted through her sobs. "I took one of the d-diapers and I put it on. Then I p-pooped and I played around in my poopy diaper." Eileen felt as if her whole body was blushing as she gave her confession. "And then what did you do, Eileen?" Lenore held her still in her lap, her voice calmer but still stern. "After I made myself feel good I tried to change myself and hide the evidence. I put it in the diaper pail." Eileen sniffled and rubbed her nose. Lenore set Eileen down and walked over to the diaper pail, opening the lid and looking inside. Sure enough there was the used diaper under some very messy looking wipes. She turned back to Eileen. "You've been a very very naughty girl." Lenore told her. "I thought you were interested in getting potty trained but I guess that was another fib you told me." "I'm sorry..." Eileen mumbled, chin tucked to her chest. "That's not good enough this time. You're in diapers for the rest of the month, got it?" Lenore stated strongly. "No no no, I wont do it again, Mommy! I promise! Please, I want to keep my big girl pull-ups!" Eileen started pleading. "I don't think you do. I think you want to pee and poop your pants and play with yourself." Lenore said, pretty much stating facts. Eileen knew it was true, but she couldn't admit it. "And you want Mommy to clean up after you. If that's what you wanted then you should have just been honest. Now because you weren't you are getting your privileges and your privacy taken away." Eileen whined and wanted to complain more, but Lenore just smacked her butt. She wasn't having any of it. She took Eileen by the hand and brought her into the bathroom. She took out her key chain from her purse and opened the door to the bathroom, letting both of them in. The bathroom was shimmering and clean. It was so spotless. No wonder Lenore never let Eileen in here. Lenore stripped Eileen of her clothes. When she pulled off the training panties she put them right in the trash. "Say bye bye to your big girl panties." Lenore got on her knees and started to draw a bath, adding bubbles. Eileen stood timidly in the bathroom, completely naked and shivering. She sniffled, feeling bad. She was left to think about what she had done and how she disappointed her mommy. She might have even gotten a lesser punishment if she didn't lie about it. Lenore pulled Eileen towards the tub and helped her in. "It's about time you had a bath anyway." Lenore said, lathering up a sponge. She scrubbed down Eileen's naked body, just working it like it was a job. It wasn't sensual or anything, though it did feel nice. "Hey, don't look so glum." Lenore said as the sponge dipped into the water and started to get scrubbed between Eileen's cheeks. "You'll be allowed to be as messy as you want and play with yourself in your dirty diapers all day until I decide you need a changing. Don't act like you aren't going to enjoy it." Eileen kept her mouth shut. Of course that part was going to be fun. The only problem was that now she might be totally exposed. Lenore said she wouldn't get anymore privacy. If she was granting the girl privacy before, then what was she planning to do to her now? She dreaded everyone at the office finding out she was a diaper using baby. Lenore pulled her hands out of the tub and dried them on a towel. She walked to the toilet and lifted her skirt. She then shimmied out of her tight panties before sitting onto the toilet. "I didn't get to do this since I got home. I had to deal with your naughty butt." Lenore complained. Eileen looked over at her mommy and heard her tinkling. The stream hit the water in the toilet bowl loudly. Eileen was actually jealous of this woman because she got to use the toilet while she wasn't even allowed on a baby potty. Sure, it was her own fault she couldn't use the potty, but she wanted to be a baby on her terms! Lenore stood up and dabbed her soft bush with toilet paper. She tugged her perfectly, pure white panties back up and pulled her skirt back down. "Up and out." Lenore reached into the tub and pulled out the drain plug. She helped Eileen stand up and then wrapped her in a large towel. Eileen stood still as she felt the towel rubbing all over her body to dry her off. Lenore lead the girl back to her room, raising her up onto the changing table. She pulled out one of the thick diapers from under the table and placed it under Eileen's butt. She sprinkled the baby powder all over and then rubbed it in with her hand. After dusting her hands off she folded the thick pampers around Eileen's waist and taped them shut. Lenore indeed does the best job when it comes to diapering up Eileen. Lenore pulled Eileen back to her feet and sent her to the closet. She picked out a very frilly pink and white dress. It looked like the kind of old-fashioned dresses babies wore in black and white photos, only sized for an adult. The dress did not even go down all the way, leaving Eileen's thick diapers completely exposed. The opened a drawer on the night stand by the bed and took out a large pacifier on a string. She put the string over Eileen's head and then stuck the pacifier into her mouth. "Don't you take that out now until I tell you that you can." Lenore picked up a little stool from the floor and took Eileen by her other hand, walking her out to the living room. She set the stool in the corner and then made Eileen sit on it. "You're in time-out for ten minutes." Lenore told her. She left her alone and walked away, getting on her phone. Eileen sniffled, tears rolling down her cheeks as she sucked on her binky. This was by far more embarrassing than what she experienced before and it was all her fault. To make the situation even more awkward she was feeling very aroused, the crotch of the diapers heated up nicely. The ten minutes of corner time seem to stretch out longer than expected. Time went so slowly, as if she really was a little kid again. She remembered how excruciatingly long these kind of time-outs felt when she was younger. "All right, Eileen." Lenore came back to her once the time-out was over. She had her stand up. "Aunty Kathy is going to be here soon to help me watch over you tonight." It looked like Eileen's punishment was just beginning. Eileen wondered who else would find out she was a diaper wearing baby. It was a mortifying experience and yet she still felt all tingly between her legs. Eileen waddled across the room. She sat on the couch, lazily watching the television as she didn't know what else she could be doing right now. Kathy eventually showed up. She lived a half-hour away but she didn't mind coming over. Eileen heard the two women talking to each other in the next room. She tried not to listen to what they were talking about, but Lenore was just so loud. "Yeah. She's been pooping herself on purpose. I really think putting her back in diapers for a while is a good call." Eileen's ears burned as she heard her mommy talking about her. She sucked hard on her pacifier and sank into the couch. She tried to turn up the volume on the television so she didn't have to hear anymore of her mommy's insulting and candid comments about her. Kathy walked into the living room and sat on the couch next to Eileen. She put her arm up on the back on the couch and inched closer to the big baby. "So, your mommy caught you being a dirty girl, did she?" Kathy smirked. Eileen pouted and spit out her pacifier. It dangled around her neck on its string. "Leave me alone." Eileen crossed her arms tight across her chest. "Hey, I know this punishment seems harsh, but you can get through it." Kathy patted Eileen's knee. "They key is to always be honest with Lenore. She appreciates totally transparency above all else. You give her that and she'll treat you right." Eileen thought about what Kathy said. It seemed to be the right way to go. Kathy let her arm hang down lower until it was draped around Eileen's shoulders and she pulled her in close for a hug. Kathy stood up and was about to walk away. "Thank you, Aunty Kathy." Eileen spoke up. Kathy smiled at her as she slid off into the next room. Kathy and Lenore talked for what seemed like a long time. Eileen was no longer paying attention, having gone back to sucking on her pacifier. She could hear pots and pans scraping around in the kitchen. The two women must be cooking something. Eileen kind of wished she could help, but Lenore would probably just remind her that she's too much of a baby. Eileen spread her legs and relaxed, pissing all over herself. She sighed and let a smile creep up her face. If she was going to be forced to wear diapers she thought she might as well enjoy them. The thick diapers quickly absorbed her pee so she didn't feel too wet for long. "Eileen, honey, dinner's ready!" Kathy called for the girl. Eileen got up from the couch, letting her pacifier fall out of her mouth as she waddled to the dining room table. A fancy adult-sized high chair was at the table now. Lenore lifted Eileen up and put her into the high chair. The tray in front locked her in place. Kathy tied a bib around Eileen's neck while Lenore handed her a plate with all her food cut into very tiny bites. She also got a tall baby bottle filled to the brim with milk. She did not get a fork though. Eileen realized that Lenore must want her to eat with her hands. While Lenore and Kathy talked as if Eileen wasn't even in the room the girl began to pick up her food with her fingers. She tried her best not to make a mess, but her hands and face were covered by the time she was halfway through her plate. She picked up her bottle and practically chugged the milk. Kathy and Lenore's conversation was suddenly interrupted by Eileen letting out a loud burp. The two women giggled and Eileen let out a nervous laugh herself. After dinner was finished the two women helped clean up Eileen's face and hands. They lifted the girl out of the chair and Lenore carried her to the adorable bedroom. "I'm not sleepy..." Eileen whined. "That doesn't matter. Your new bedtime is 8pm." Lenore informed her. Eileen was set in her bed. This time when the bars were raised Lenore put a padlock on them. Eileen could probably still climb over the bars, but she knew that the lock was mostly just to send a message that she shouldn't get out of bed. Lenore gave her some plush animals and toys to play with while she was in the crib. She then set a baby monitor on the night stand. Eileen sat in her crib and watched the glowing stars light up the ceiling as the light went off. She sighed and figured that tomorrow would be a better day. Soon she began to hear voices. It was Kathy and Lenore, and they were apparently coming through the baby monitor! Lenore must have set the monitor to go both ways. "So the baby's in bed?" Kathy said, the sound of bed sheets rustling behind her voice. "Yeah. I think she's learned her lesson, but I'm still going to keep her in diapers for a month." "Well she's your baby. I sure you know what's best for her." "Damn right I do. I love that little brat." The two women giggle. "You know who else I love?" Lenore said in a raspy whisper. Eileen listened closely now. She heard the faint sound of lips smacking. There was heavy breathing that intensified. Eileen got a warm blush all over. She was actually hearing her mommy and aunty making out through the little monitor. She rolled over onto her tummy and listened closer. She heard the soft moans of love making. Eileen was so jealous of Kathy right now. She knew her chances with Lenore were slim, but still, she wanted that woman so badly. For now she could only enjoy her vicariously. Lying on her tummy she began humping against her bed through her diapers as she listened to the two women pleasure each other. Eileen was having trouble stimulating herself through the layers of thick diapers so she forced a little more pee out. Feeling the hot wetness on her crotch she began to hump against the bed again. It felt much better to grind her crotch against the soggy material. She wondered if the two women could hear her movements. She tried not to think about that. When she heard Kathy climax Eileen tried to imagine herself feeling the same release with the help of Lenore. She closed her eyes, imagining Lenore licking her. She shuddered and accidentally moaned. She pressed her face to the pillow to quiet herself. She looked up from her pillow and stared at the monitor. She heard the women whispering lower. Eileen rolled onto her back and got quiet. She picked up her pacifier and stuck it into her mouth. Sucking on the pacifier helped her get to sleep. ~ The next morning as Lenore lifted Eileen out of the crib and made a comment about Eileen being a stinky baby. She carried her to the table and set her back. Lenore tore the sides of the diaper and let it fall open. As Lenore was cleaning up Eileen's mess the girl thought it would be a good time to be transparent with her like Kathy told her. "Mommy?" Eileen spoke up in a weak, barely-awake voice. "Yes, my little one?" Lenore responded, smiling down at her. "I really like my diapers." Eileen admitted. "I know you do." Lenore said back. Eileen bit her lip and looked off to the side. She turned her gaze back to her mommy. "I'm really sorry I didn't tell you about using one of my diapers yesterday." Eileen said, twisting her dress in her hands. "It's just, well, I never really had these feelings before. I've always been kind of a baby though. I used to poop my pants a lot until I was five years old, and I wet my bed almost every night. When I was in school everyone called me a baby because I there were a couple incidents where I wet my pants. It only happened a couple times though! I thought I could leave all that behind when I got my job at Leafletter, but then you noticed my accident and then all of this started all over again." Eileen sniffled, her voice started to tremble as she bared her soul. "Then when I was given the option of diapers again I guess it sort of made some feelings come to the surface that I didn't know I had. I liked going pee and poop on myself. I just didn't want anyone to know. I wanted you to think of me as a big girl." Eileen pouted and looked down. "Well, you're not a big girl." Lenore finally said after some seconds of silence, "but that's okay." Eileen looked back up into Lenore's eyes. She saw a loving expression. A look of pure motherly adoration. It wasn't the affection of a lover though. "I know, but..." Eileen sighed, "I wanted to be on your level. Maybe not equals, but someone you could respect enough to go out with and kiss and make love to." Lenore pursed her lips. "Aw, poor baby." she said. The comment cut through Eileen's pride, hurting it more than it already was. "Well, tell you what, you keep telling me the truth and maybe after lots and lots of begging I'll finally give you what you want." It wasn't a great deal, but Eileen was desperate enough for Lenore's approval to take it. Eileen giggled and smiled at the thought that, some day, she might get to do sexy stuff with Lenore like Aunt Kathy did. "You think I'll ever graduate from diapers, Mommy?" Eileen asked, feeling the cool wipes now rubbing over her sensitive privates. Lenore looked down at the girl. She was always perceptive enough to know that Eileen liked being touched like this during her diaper changes. "I highly doubt it. I think you might be in diapers forever, or at least as long as I am around." Lenore said. She sprinkled baby powder onto Eileen's butt and crotch and then leaned forward as she rubbed the powder in. "But don't let that stop you from trying to reach your other goals. There's no rule that says you can't be a big success while wearing a big diaper on your butt." Eileen sighed contentedly. Lenore knew exactly what to say, and she did it while giving her a pleasurable diaper change too. Lenore folded the fresh diaper around Eileen's waist. She picked up the little girl from the changing table and bounced her in her arms. "I see great things coming from you." Lenore said with a wry smile. "And I will be there every step of the way to cheer you on, even as you're dropping loads in your pants." Eileen had to giggle at this. She hugged Lenore and kissed her on the lips. Lenore turned her head away and laughed. She then turned back though and gave Eileen an innocent kiss right back on the lips. "Hey, don't you two go hogging all those kisses now!" Kathy poked her head in through the doorway. She walked between Lenore and Eileen, letting the both of them kiss either cheek of her face. The three ladies laughed, sharing this moment and hugging each other.
  16. Alex struggled helplessly in his binds. Stuck in a diaper and dress, gagged with an oversized pacifier, and with a bright red ribbon wrapped around, he could do nothing but wait. He supposed that was what he was a Christmas present for someone. The only question was for whom. It was a question that had haunted him since the day he arrived at the training institute. Like everyone, he knew there was someone paying for him. Like most, he had no idea who they were, when he’d see them, or what they intended to use him for. There were several reasons someone could end up in the institute. A scant few were volunteers- people choosing the submissive lifestyle, often for a kink, or out sheer laziness, giving up freedom to be guaranteed food and shelter rather then work their entire lives and risk homelessness. This, in Alex’s opinion, was a poor trade and a worse excuse for a career. Others seemed to think they eventually be guaranteed a place their anyway, and so volunteered. The advantage there was that they could at least pick the manner of their submissiveness, and have some control over who their eventual master was. Had Alex known that would be necessary for him, he’d have taken that route. He shifted uncomfortably in his binds, his arms getting stiff, and his diaper beginning to chaff his spanked bottom. He definitely would have. Alex, for himself, was one of the many who had been chosen against their will. Some of them had obvious reasons for going. They had committed clear crimes, were put on trial, and plea-bargained out of jail or were sentenced directly. They stood out at first in the first days at the institute. Trying to look tough, with tattoos on their arms and glares on their faces, until they realized this just made them all the more ridiculous. Alex was in a final category- those who had no idea at all why he was brought. He had simply went to bed one night after drinking at a bar, blacked out, and woken up already locked and dressed in the institute, with his form of submissiveness and master chosen for him. Many had similar stories, or were dragged from public places kicking and screaming, or got into cabs that went in completely the wrong directions… There was a long list. They were usually given a explanation. Vague allegations of minor crimes, poor behavior, a likeliness of future crimes or failures, internet search histories, having failed some kind of government test- there were plenty. Alex had a mix of these, with the same accusations of brattiness and immaturity that most who ended up in diapers got. They may be true, he knew, but he tended to believe the rumor that the institute simply needed to sell certain number of submissive to operate and did what was necessary to keep going. The government turned a blind eye and the public kept silent less they be chosen- they were fulfilling a needed service, anyway. For Alex, it was hard to argue. They seemed to know everything about him, and his trove of 'secret' stories about similar kinks was brought up time and time again as a reason. Whether they knew about them when they grabbed him or coincidently found out after searching was beyond him. Alex moaned inwardly thinking of it. The struggled slightly, hearing the tissue paper and his diaper rustle, then stopped. He glanced at the paddle beside him. Tauntingly cute looking, but sharp and painful, he had been given a taste of it earlier and threatened with more if he woke anyone up. He was a Christmas present, and just like any other gift supposedly from Santa Clause, he would not be seen until morning. Waking them up would spoil the surprise, and he had been trained to obey. That training itself had been a nightmare. When he first woke up that day long ago, he had no idea what was happening. He had woken up slowly at first, feeling a slight headach, then bolted up when he noticed he was in a strange room surrounded by bars. “No” he had thought, “it can’t be…” IN reality it was obvious- he had long known about the training program, and that the diapered subs were one of options, but like most, he had never thought it would happen to him. When it did, he did everything in his power to deny it to himself. He had quickly glanced down at himself to see he was dressed in bright pink footed pyjamas and a bulky object he later realized was a diaper. He tried to scream out, only to find his mouth full of something he later realized was a pacifier. He tried to remove it, only to find his hands were wrapped in thick, fingerless mittens, leaving them useless. He looked around himself, and confirmed his suspicions. The bars he had once thought were for a cage were in fact part of a crib, and the room was a giant nursery, decorated cutely, with a changing table, high chair, and toys all clearly intended for him. A pit had begun to form in his stomach. A woman, not much older then Alex, came in beaming. He still remembered the first words she said. “Hello, how’s my little baby doing?” She spoke in a sweet, familiar voice, as if he truly was a baby girl and there was nothing strange at all with him being there. The rest of the day had followed suit. He was offered no explanation and given no chance to ask for one. He was carted helplessly from humiliation to humiliation, unable to get out of the arms, baby harnesses and strollers that held him, and unable to speak with the pacifier in his mouth, only leaving it for feedings. That day he wasn’t even treated as a sub, but simply as a baby. Spankings or other punishments weren’t necessary yet- he was too restrained and bewildered to fight, he was simply there to learn his place. He was fed, talked to in baby gibberish or simply ignored, and changed. THAT was a memory that had stuck with him, not because of the teasing or punishment, but because of the lack there of. “Do you smell something?” one has said calmly. “I think the baby has a stinky butt” the other replied with no sign of surprise. “Check him?” Alex was bent over, his onesie undone. “Yep,” then, in the high pitched joking voice used for infants, “has the baby made a stinky? Does she need to get her butt changed? YES SHE HAS! YES SHE DOES!” The lack of mocking and teasing had made it seem all the worse, as if it was something natural that should be expected. The truth was, as he would learn, it soon would be. As Alex was lain on the floor in a main hallway and changed as the pair in front of him talked on as if nothing was wrong, he had even begun to wonder if he really was a baby, and the last few decades of his life were some bizarre dream. It seemed a better option then being a submissive. The real training had started the next day. Alex shifted again, and tried to pull his arms at least a bit loose. This position was far from comfortable, and his back was getting sore. He wondered what it said about his new masters that he was to be found this way. Did they know how uncomfortable it was? Did they want him to be sore? An answer either yes or no could mean a lot. Of course, the fact that he was chosen as a sissy baby said a lot as it was. There was something of an unspoken hierarchy at the training institute. It depended a lot person to person, but their were some general rules that could be said depended on the harshness, or embarrassment, related to the job. At the top were the merely unstated submissives. They were there to serve, with no real, and as long as they behaved were treated well. After that came the ‘animals,’ either work horses intended to pull their masters around or pet kittens and puppies, they were treated well, if condescendingly. Then came the punishment subs, there to take spankings, be degraded, and tied for their masters pleasure. Underneath them all were the babies. Some could live pretty good lives and be treated well, finding themselves essentially just living to be cuddled and coddled, but that was often not the case. It was hard to feel any sort of pride when all others were baking away from the smell of your diapers. Alex was the lowest from of these. Not just a baby, but a sissy baby and a punishment sub at that. He had become well acquainted with rope and paddles while there, and the diapers and dresses simply added a whole new level of humiliation. Alex pondered slightly. As most had guessed, if that is what his masters wanted, it did not bode well for him. Whoever was paying want him degraded as much ass possible. Most ended up living essentially as their training had done. Some, however, were lucky. They were punished and trained to a low level then brought to their masters as if being rescued, receiving love and affection, and forming a strange form of bond from the knowledge of what they were being kept from. Others got the exact opposite. Even within the categories, the harshness, strictness and length of training varied. Some masters wanted subs with fight left in them that they could spank out over time. Others would switch their subs theme upon arriving, leaving the poor, bewildered submissive confused and having to go through training again. The ones that Alex pitied the most were, ironically, barely even punished at training. Their masters wanted the opposite idea then the rest received. They were praised, given freedoms, and given rewards to build up a sense of pride that the masters could have fun breaking. They were often even given authority over the other submissives, who were told to keep mum about the poor fools fates. Sometimes they’d come back with their masters later, tears streaming down their faces, their pride shattered, their delusions gone as they were laughed at by the ones they had looked down on. Alex himself had been spanked by a few confused submissives only to later see them crawling around In diapers themselves, now bigger bawling babies then anyone, their pride making the fall all the worse. Somehow they never seemed to learn until it was too late. Alex groaned at the binds and his stiff muscles. He was beginning to feel hungry again. How long had he been there? He would have thought it was only one night, but there were no windows, and it felt like a lot longer. He prayed his masters were in the kindest category, hoping for him to see them as some kind of saviors, but he craved being untied whether or not they were. It was more likely that he was meant to be the baby he was dressed as anyway. This could still mean different things, as rumors always came back about what the babies got in the outside world. Some were treated merely as that, infants for their ‘parents’ to take care of, nothing more. Some existed for humiliation, spending long nights tied in messy diapers and over laps getting spanked in public. Some were there to work and please their masters, their clothing adding a form of mocking comedy to otherwise adult tasks. Some lived for pleasure, receiving toys and other benefits, others were deliberately denied it, being brought close to it then returned to whine and moan in their diapers. Some lived to train people to take care of real babies, used for diaper changing demonstrations, some were mascots for small sports teams and organizations or public draws to restaurants and game rooms. Others still were even given to younger people, treated as playthings, live in dolls for the amusement of children. Most did not know what it was going to be until they got there. He shuddered at the thought, and prayed it was one of the better ones. He tried to think of the cruelty of someone who would subject him to it. Could he really blame them though? He had, after all, written all those stories... but those were fiction, not reality... was there a difference? Yet there he was, an adult, diapered, sissified... The training varied from person to person, but for babies there were some general themes. The life in a nursery, the wearing diapers, and being given toys were all common. Most were fed, and most were taught to use their diapers. Some were deliberately made incontinent, being given pills and hypnosis to render them diaper dependent. Alex avoided this, though you never would tell from watching him. A messy diaper around his waist was a common theme in his life. Like all babies, he slept in a crib, and was taken care of like a baby in his ‘home.’ This home was the residence while he stayed in the institute. As usual, he was the only baby there. The other themes were represented similarly, there were pets, work animals, slaves, sissies, and other kinds of submissives, but rarely more than one or two of each at a time. There were also groups of non submissives who went in and out of living there like a hostel, and more still that came by and paid to gawk and laugh. They usually paid to see due to their own sadistic kinks or schadenfreude, and the fact that they beleived the people there had earned their punishment made them all the more vicious in their laughing and teasing. This was for a serious, if subtle reason. If the submissive felt rare, and they were constantly faced with a new group of people, it kept the helplessness and embarrassment of their situation fresh. As had been explained to Alex, the reason a sissy male was embarrassed to be in a dress was because men didn’t wear dresses. If Alex had spent his life surrounded by other sissy babies, eventually it wouldn’t seem to be strange at all. From the ‘homes,’ the submissive would be taken daily to training, this time along with the similarly dressed brethren. As a sissy baby, Alex would join a long and often smelly line of grown adults in diapers, feeling absolutely ridiculous as they were paraded, all holding a rope like children, toward class. Once there, they were trained as a group, with variations for their individual master’s desires. They would be given kindergarten like classes on basic subjects to reduce them and bring their thinking to that of a babies. Sometimes they’d deliberately be given fake information, being forced to learn math wrong or memorize a made up alphabet. They’d then be tested on it, and have their place hammered home when they failed tests seemingly made for children. From there it was more kink related training. They’d be taught to be submissive, with a long list of humiliating and painful punishments, from spankings and being tied up, to more childish such as time outs and mouth soaping’s. They were trained to behave as their masters wanted, forced to crawl around, play with children’s toys, and mess their diapers. They were even trained to act up from time to time, practicing throwing tantrums or acting as brats. Some were slowly rendered incontinent, some were given potty training which was deliberately made impossible, then told they were in diapers because they failed, and others were simply ignored until they messed themselves, and at times kept in them until they were used to the feeling. Whatever a master wanted, he could get, and the trainers bet their careers on making it happen. Alex wasn't given a chance. There was no effort to untrain or to pretend to train. This, he figured, meant whoever he was going to meet in the morning wanted someone who was able to control their functions, but still used to diapers. Did that mean they intended to some kind of joke potty training routine? Was it meant to be successful, with him finally getting out of the childish undergarments, or not? Would they go the opposite route, subjecting him to hypnosis and bizarre diets? He doubted that one, if they wanted that they could have done it already. There was a chance they'd keep him in diapers but let him use the toilet, or present themselves as the saviors of the degradation he had suffered... It was possible, and he hoped for it, but he had learned not to hope for too much. Something told him that wasn't the case. The most likely was that they'd keep him in some variation of what he had before- continent, but with no way to tell that based on what he wore (or, he thought blushing, he smelled like), giving them control over when it happened and whether or not he'd be punished... he shuddered. What else could tell him what to expect? So this one is a bit different then my others. I'm sort of experimenting with a different structure. Rather then having a normal narrative or much dialogue, it is a series of settings, with the plot hopefully coming through. That is because it is supposed to be the Alex (myself) remembering what happened to him as he lies in bondage. I figured memories tend to be more like vague snapshots rather then having a lot of details, so I tried to write it like that. If it didn't work, it is basically the story of Alex's will being broken as he waits for his captors. BTW, this goes with this picture: http://swabbs.deviantart.com/art/The-Gift-That-Keeps-On-Giving-Dress-Clean-652281997 by Swabbs, with his permission. Le me know if there is an issue with me posting that there, I will remove it.
  17. This role play is about a girl named amy who is from the year 2016 and is brought back to the 1950's.
  18. This role play is about a little girl named Alex who is taken in by John and Lisa Johnson. Can someone play the parents.
  19. Should I get a paddling or spanking for messing up someone's computer. By who? A stranger lady that wants to spank or paddle me? By my mommy? or by my daddy
  20. I own nothing of the characters but the fantasy of this. A HP ABDL Age Play Story! (Also posted on FanFiction and Archive of our Own) This IS my story I have different user names on each site listed previously. --- Harry sighed as he realized that it was now time to move to the dungeon to his class with Snape. Harry ran a hand through his unruly hair, and huffed at the thought of facing him and his sneering comments for the entire 90 minutes he was there. He slowed his steps as he started to approach the professor’s door, took a breath and steeled his nerves. Before he could push the door open, he heard the cold voice coming from his right in the shadows. “Waiting until the last moment to get to class once again Mr. Potter. How disappointing. Get in.” He placed a hand on the small of Harry’s back and pushed him forward with force, the touch caused a shiver up Harry’s spine. “Yes, sir” Harry added the “sir” with a bit of spite in his voice. He stomped off and to sit next to Ron. Ron looked at him with a questioning facial expression, but knew better than to voice anything in front of Snape. Harry kicked the side of his stool to get it out from under the table and plopped himself into the seat. “Settle in class and get to work. Your instructions,” he flicked his wand at the blackboard “are listed on the board and your time” another flick towards the overhead class timer that listed 90 minutes “starts now”. “Problem Potter?” Snape questioned, his voice was low, quiet, but harsh next to Harry’s ear. Harry didn’t know how he got there so quickly, and jumped out of fright. “N-no problem,” Harry stuttered. “Then stopped having a tantrum like a baby and get to work,” he snapped quickly. “Or I’ll give you a reason to tantrum again in my presence.” The rest of the class had their heads down, methodically following the instructions that Snape listed on the board in front of them. Harry could see out of the corner of his eye that they were busy measuring, stirring, smashing, and grounding up items like it said to on the board. Harry sighed and began his own work. He shook off his nerves and followed the instructions exactly. He was right on note with Hermione. Their work had the exact same shade as each other, a light purple. He completed the 15 minute consistent stirring 3 clockwise, 2 counter clockwise, 3 clockwise, etc. He and Hermione had a few minutes to talk and add the last dry herbs delicately a piece a time. The instructions said to add flakes bit by bit until your potion turns from purple to white. Harry was keeping an eye across the table while Ron was desperately trying to save the potion in front of him that had turned an ugly color of brown. He cursed, not too quietly, about Snape. “You’re right mate, he’s an arse,” Harry chimed in. The voice came close to his left ear, “What was that Potter?” Harry startled again, dropping the entire herb into his cauldron, turning the potion to a solid black cement that sent waves of smoke that had a stench of coal in the air. Malfoy laughed, Hermione shrieked in surprise. Harry stood up, almost face to face, and barely choked out the words “I’m sick of you bullying me. I won’t take it anymore.” He slammed his fists into the tabletop. “Another tantrum Mr. Potter! That means detention, with me, tonight before the dishes vanish off the tables at dinner,” Snape quipped and headed towards his desk. Harry was fuming in anger, and Snape smiled sadistically back at him. Harry promptly stood up and stomped out of the room without permission from Snape. He left his cauldron, ingredients, and bag behind. He was furious. He couldn’t look at Snape’s smug face for one more second. He stomped, kicked at the castle wall, and huffed his way to his dorm room, throwing himself into his bed. “What the fuck am I supposed to do?” Harry said aloud to the empty room. “He always fucks with me, and then I lose my cool and make a fucking fool of myself!” He punched his pillow mercilessly and imagined it was Snape’s face Minutes, after minutes passed as he continued to hammer the pillow, curse, and yell in the emptiness. Eventually he fell asleep. Ron was shaking him awake, “C’mon mate you fell asleep and now barely time to eat and get to Snape’s for detention!” Harry straightened his clothes and made a mad dash to the great hall. The tables were full, people were in conversation as the chatter filled his ears. Ron pulled him to a seat at the Gryffindor table and began to fill both plates with food. “Eat mate, you don’t have time to be picky, who knows what Snape has in store for you” Ron grimaced. Harry grabbed some turkey and a roll and ate it with gusto. He chewed quickly as his mind whirled. He’s had detention before with Snape and it was always a different torture every time he went. As he got older, and more detentions over time, Snape’s methods were, as Snape called them, unorthodox but effective. He gulped down pumpkin juice as his mind recalled their multiple encounters. Always a one on one detention. Each one lasting longer than the previous. Once Harry had a full 48 hour weekend in the custody of Snape for blowing up a cauldron on accident. He had to act as maid to the man, staying in his quarters and enduring verbal assault. As he was in thought, the headmaster mumbled his end of dinner speech, and before he knew it, the dishes vanished from the table. Harry dropped his remaining fork with a clunk on the wooden table. His breathing changed and he began to panic. He was dreading what could be worse and what could be in store for directly challenging him in the middle of a full class. But he feared worse what would happen now that he realized he was going to be walking into detention late. He ran as fast as he could down to the dungeon and past the other rooms that didn’t appear in use anymore. Of course Snape’s had to be one of the last ones at the end of the hall. Harry was panting, hand on his knees catching his breath when he opened the door. Gasping “I’m… here… I’m so… sorry… sir,” Harry tried to settle into a normal breathing pattern. He heard Snape tsk at him, and he came awfully close, hovering over Harry’s vulnerable form. “You’re late Potter. So many infractions, so little time. A week Mr Potter, to teach you a lesson. You will miss other classes, you will do exactly as I say,” Snape ordered. Harry was horrified. “A WEEK!? Surely, sir, a week, of missing lessons, that can’t be right, that’s, that’s just not FAIR!” “This, Mr. Potter is why you’re here in the first place. Your juvenile outbursts, whining how bitterly unfair your life is, well it may have escaped your notice Mr. Potter but life isn’t fair,” Snape taunted. Harry whispered under his breath “Shut up”. Quicker than he could blink, Snape had sat in a chair, hauled Harry over his lap. No, his KNEE, and was… spanking him. “This will not be tolerated Mr. Potter, not in front of me. You will do this detention. To be successful, you will do everything I say without argument or face… the consequences,” Snape held him down with a force he had never met before. The blows kept coming to his backside in rapid succession. Harry’s brain froze at first, but now he began to cry. CHAPTER 2 The tears did not stop. They flowed quickly and heavily down Harry’s cheeks and into Snape’s pants, which were now soaked. Harry began to scream, to writhe and fight. “STOP! STOP! YOU ASSHOLE, STOP!” Snape’s blows became fierce as he pulled up Harry’s robes, and his trousers and underwear were quickly at his ankles. His bare backside was in view of his most despised professor. “This kind of language and disrespect will no longer be tolerated Mr. Potter,” Snape said calmly as the spanking continued. “You will learn to listen, to respond with grace, and do what you’re told!” The striking continued as Harry fought, trying to twist and turn and holler. But it was no use. Finally, the fight that Harry had a few moments ago left his body, and he left himself give up, a heap in Snape’s lap. Harry didn’t register when the blows had stopped. He could only hear his own rattled breathing, peppered with hiccups of discontent. Snape had begun to rub his back in small circles, and Harry relaxed against him. “M’sorry professor,” he shook as each syllable left his lips, sniffling from the mucus in his nose. “I accept your apology Mr. Potter,” Snape responded, still holding coldness in his voice. “It’s time to talk.” Harry nodded and felt himself be pulled into a sitting position. He remained in Snape’s lap. The hold Snape had on him made it impossible for Harry to get away. His pants and underwear were still pulled down, and somehow his robe was gone. It made him feel incredibly exposed and vulnerable. “I need to fix my pants,” Harry mumbled as he tried to right himself. “No,” Snape said. “We’re going to sit and talk just like this. And your pants remain where they are to remind you of your status at the moment.” Harry growled and turned his head away from Snape. The burn from his bottom was the only deterrent from him cursing the professor out. “I have made it my duty to ensure you become an outstanding wizard and person Mr. Potter. I take that very seriously in my profession as a teacher at this school. Somehow, we have all failed to teach you how to behave towards adults and others. The headmaster has agreed that you require more hands on discipline, and perhaps a chance to start again,” Snape talked to the back of Harry’s head as he refused to turn around. He allowed this, for now. “You understand?” Harry shrugged, defiantly. “I need an answer, verbally, Mr. Potter,” Snape said, his patience wavering. “And I want my pants, SNAPE!” A swift slap landed on Harry’s inner thigh. Bright red, and angry already. It stung, badly. The tears threatened to fall again. Harry lifted a hand to strike Snape, but Snape was too quick. Harry was back over Snape’s lap and the blows continued against his raw bottom. “You will learn Mr. Potter,” Snape sighed as he brought his hand down repeatedly. “Count aloud to 10 and we will be finished.” Harry fought as hard as he could but it was no use. He refused to count, and the blows continued. He didn’t want to give Snape the satisfaction of counting like a child. But once Harry reached over 30 with no sign of stopping, Harry gave in. “One!” he yelled. A small grin came across Snape’s face. “Two! Three!” Harry broke into harder and harder sobs. He finally shouted out “Ten!” and completely collapsed against Snape once again. He was wrung out completely. The tremors through his body could not be stopped. The mucus and tears covered his face again and he was terrified he ruined Snape’s pants. His bottom was on fire. It felt like 5 layers of skin were broken. There was a heat that he had never felt before. Quietly he whispered “I understand Professor.” “Good, Mr Potter,” Snape sat him up again. Harry winced as his bottom was against Snape’s leg. It hurt so much. He squirmed again, feeling uncomfortable. Snape accio’ed a potion to them and pushed it to Harry’s lips. “Drink, it will help.” Afraid of another spanking, Harry drank it quickly. He felt his bottom immediately feel some relief. It was an ache, instead of a blistering pain. “Fanks ‘fessor,” came the appreciation. Harry turned bright red in the face and covered his mouth quickly. What the hell? Snape grinned, “And so it begins Mr Potter. We start over.” “What you do to me Nape?!” Harry screeched. “I told you Mr. Potter, we are starting over. You’re still an adult. But this potion allows your speech to be toddler like. You weigh less so that I can carry you like the baby you are. You will get used to blending between both worlds of adult and little over the next few days. You will lose more and more of your adult control.” “Can’t do this!” Harry screeched again, feeling himself lose more and more emotional control. “Actually, I have permission from the headmaster, and your mother. She left it in her will if anything happened to her or your father, that guardianship would be turned over to me, and if you were an adult, that I would be given power over you. At this moment is me officially taking on that responsibility.” As the realization washed over Harry he felt something inside of himself that made him aware of the truth Snape was telling. He could feel a sort of binding inside of him shift and he knew without a doubt the man’s words were legitimate. Snape picked him up without effort, leaving his pants still down and his bottom on view for all. He came to a door that he had never noticed before. He opened it with his wand and Harry realized it was Snape’s private quarters. Harry began to chew his bottom lip. This was bad. This was really bad. This was going to be worse than being a maid to the man. Private quarters meant private time, hidden away from Dumbledore and the other Hogwarts students. Snape could do whatever he wanted to him, and no one would have any idea. “We do this for week?” Harry asked. “We start with a week Mr. Potter, but I may add time if I find it appropriate to do so. I think with having to spank you so often, we are already up to an extra few weeks. So now, I’d say your punishment is at least 3 weeks.” Harry’s eyes flared in anger. “WHAT!? You… you… can’t!” Snape sighed. “Soon you will realize I CAN and that I ALWAYS follow through with what I say Mr. Potter.” Snape stripped off the pants and underwear, and with Harry’s robe missing, he was left in just a t-shirt. It didn’t hide anything below his waist. Harry covered himself immediately. “’Fessor, want pants please,” Harry tried to use manners to get further with his request, trying to remind himself that demanding only got him put over Snape’s knees. “Good words, Mr Potter, but I’m afraid not. It’s time for the tour of where we will be staying,” Snape said with a small quirk of his lips. He continued to hold Harry in his arms and walk the boy around. He showed him the living room, kitchen and dining area, spare room, Snape’s bedroom, and rest room. He brought him down a set of dark stairs, and showed him a lab for potions storage and brewing. Coming back up, he brought Harry to a door he had not seen before. “This,” Snape said cautiously “is your room Mr Potter.” Snape opened the door and turned on the light without his wand or moving towards a switch. Harry’s eyes became as big as saucers. The room had a huge picture window. On window wall, the paint had a light version of Gryffindor colors with child-like cartoon versions of a griffin. There was a rocking chair, big enough for both men to be comfortable. His eyes went to the next wall and his heart sank to his stomach. There was an adult size crib. It had a twin size mattress inside, and the bedding matched the Gryffindor decorations on the wall. On the other side, an adult size changing table with a large size child potty off to the corner. Toys for infants and toddlers were on shelves, and some placed strategically around the floor of the room. The tears returned again, flowing down his cheeks. A soft protest made it through his resistant lips. “No… You can’t…” Snape bounced him gently, “It’ll be ok Mr. Potter.” “You can’t… you can’t do this to me… please…” Harry pleaded, his big eyes fresh with tears finally locking eyes with Snape’s. “It’s this or expulsion from Hogwarts and all other magical schools Mr. Potter,” Snape said, unwavering. Without any thought, Harry let out an ear shattering wail of despair. CHAPTER 3 Snape sighed softly and quickly took them into the nursery that belonged to Harry. “Sh, sh Mr. Potter, it’s okay,” he made his way to the rocking chair. He didn’t expect to need it this quickly, but made a silent vow to ensure Pippy his house elf was thanked appropriately. Snape pulled off the soft blanket and covered the boy while rocking him softly. He patted his back rhythmically until his breathing became more even and under control. “Calm, Mr. Potter, it’s ok,” he said over and over again. “I-I… c-c-can-‘t d-o-o thi-i-s,” Harry stuttered from his ongoing upset. “Mr. Potter, I cannot for the life of me understand your discontent. This is a regressive and training consequence of the easiest kind. I will take care of you. I will meet all of your physical, mental, emotional, and… other needs,” Snape stumbled over the last part. It wasn’t time for that yet. “You will want for nothing. You will be safe, disciplined, taught.” “I.. I-I don’t wa-a-n-t be a ba-a-a-by,” he gave into sobs again. Snape ran his hand firmly down Harry’s back. He learned a long time ago to run his hand only in downward strokes, if he went upwards it was excitatory. It would defeat the soothing purpose. There were no words now to convince the boy, it was just going to take time and patience. As time passed slowly he felt the dampness on his shoulder, but the intensity of the sobs were dissipating. There were only small shakes from the boy in his lap. He couldn’t imagine how tired the boy had to be. He had cried so much, he didn’t know how he could keep his eyes open. “Do you need anything Mr. Potter?” Snape asked gently. Harry nodded slowly against Snape’s shoulder. “Need go potty.” Snape nodded and slowly took off the boy’s blanket and lead him over to the potty in the nursery. He set him on it gently. “Can’t here. Big bathroom please!” Harry’s lip trembled. His feet didn’t touch the floor. He looked so small with his shirt and no bottoms on. He shook his head. “No Mr. Potter, this is your potty right now, you do your business here.” Snape stepped back towards the rocking chair to give Harry a small amount of “privacy”. In a move of defiance and embarrassment, Harry leapt off the small potty and used his quickness to sprint out the nursery door. Snape sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose, and slowly stalked out of the room to follow the boy. Wandlessly Severus locked the quarter’s bathroom so that Harry couldn’t reach the facilities there, and made sure the door leaving his private space was also locked. Harry could exhaust himself on his own by running around and tantruming, but Severus refused to chase him. He sat in a chair that allowed him to watch the boy scramble around the living areas in a pointless attempt of escape. Harry ran frantic circles, fearful that Snape was going to put him over his lap and warm his bottom again. He ran toward the bathroom but found it locked, and wouldn’t budge. He ran towards Severus’ room, hoping another private bathroom existed, but was met with another shut door. When he ran through the living room, he eyed Snape in a chair, who made no move against him. The last possible escape was also locked. In an overwhelming emotional display, Harry threw himself on the floor, pounding with fists and feet. Harry screamed, and screamed, and screamed. His fists and feet hurt from flailing. His throat was sore. His eyes could no longer tear up. The cries came out soundlessly and his face turned blue from lack of air. Snape still remained unmoving from his seat. Harry, realizing nothing would come of this, sat up and softly stated, “I’s done ‘fessor.” Letting the man know that he would stop tantruming, and wanted some soothing. Snape got up smoothly and came over to Harry and picked him up, bringing him back to the nursery to set him on the potty. Harry held tightly around Snape’s neck. He looked down at the potty and clenched tighter. “I a-scared,” Harry said in a tiny voice he didn’t recognize. “It’s ok baby. It’s just a potty. You go pee-pee and you’ll be all done,” Snape said in a soft voice. Harry turned away and held on to Snape steadily and shook his head. He didn’t want the potty. It made him a baby to use it. And he couldn’t in front of his professor. It was too much. “You want to rock another minute baby?” Snape asked, heading towards the rocking chair. Harry nodded into Snape’s shoulder. Snape brought them together again and rocked Harry softly. He wiped the hair out of his face, it was sweaty with Harry’s tantrum and crying. He accio’d a warm, wet cloth to wipe down his face and cool the boy down. Harry took a steady, calming breath. He had to admit, the wash cloth felt good. Harry sighed into Snape’s ear. He felt the tension of his neck, shoulders, and back relax into the older man. As Severus began to rub Harry’s back again, he felt a warm sensation spreading across the front of his chest and settling into the crotch of his pants. Harry had urinated on him in his relaxed state of babyhood. Snape groaned and pulled him back to see the wide, large wet spot covering his entire front. Harry shrieked and tried to jump out of his lap. Severus kept hold of the boy and brought him to the changing table. Severus used the strap to snap across Harry’s tummy so he couldn’t fall off, and did a silent protective charm so the boy couldn’t fight and hurt himself. Harry was dreading the spanking that was sure to come to him. He could not believe that his body betrayed him and pissed on his professor. He could not imagine the amount of pain that would be bestowed upon him for this. He watched his professor with wide eyes from the changing table. Severus made quick work of the accident. He stripped off his shirt, bearing his chest. He used a silent spell that Harry couldn’t hear, and ensured his upper body was clean of the boys mess. He unbuckled his belt and took down his pants and boxers swiftly without pause. Again, a silent spell cleaned him off. He accio’d some fresh clothes, and dressed quickly. He noted that Harry’s eyes never left his body, and that an erection was forming for both men. Once dressed, Severus approached the changing table. He softly tickled Harry’s tummy and smiled at him. “Accidents happen baby, it’s ok bug.” Harry refused to look at him as Severus was so close. His lip trembled. Severus sighed and grabbed necessities from the changing table. He got a pacifier, and pushed it into Harry’s mouth. He accepted it hesitantly, but sucked on it more and more fiercely as he got used to the soother. Severus used baby wipes to wipe Harry down. He gently took off the shirt as it had splashes of urine on it. Harry shivered slightly, but still refused to look at the older man. Severus put the diaper under Harry’s bottom without a fuss. “Good boy,” he whispered to his little one. Severus grinned as he saw the compliment made Harry not only blush, but his erection was becoming larger and harder than ever. He powdered the boy, and began to do slow, gentle strokes on his penis. Harry’s sucking on the pacifier became more desperate, rapid, and intense. Slowly his bottom would arch up, jerking himself into Severus’ hand as he continued his strokes. Around the pacifier Harry said, “What.. wh-a-t is happenin’? Wh-aa-t matt-er?” Severus stopped his ministrations almost immediately. It wasn’t possible, was it? The boy had never experienced an orgasm? “Baby have you never touched yourself, or been touched by someone?” Severus asked, going past the mental defenses to see into the boy’s mind. But all he saw was innocence. He only had a few erections in the mornings throughout his youth, but he had never touched himself or sought relief of any kind. He could also see the intense nervousness and fear in the boy about what was happening to his body. Severus thought he could use this as a way to positively reinforce the use of diapers for the boy. He knew he would fight it tooth and nail if he didn’t. “I think you’ve been a good boy. Even with all those naughty words and spankings we had to do. Do you want this reward, baby boy?” Severus asked seductively. He could see Harry’s Adam’s apple move as he gulped behind his pacifier. He looked at Severus with wide eyes, a bright red streaking his face. “Just relax baby. Relax and feel, it’s ok, we’re safe and it feels good doesn’t it?” Severus asked, using a calm, soothing voice. His strokes were done more quickly. He felt Harry’s penis become completely solid, weeping pre-come into his hand. “Such a good boy, letting me play with your pee-pee and make you feel good. Such a pretty pee-pee in my hand, making yummy come for me,” Severus said, keeping his eyes locked with Harry intensely. “Scary!” Harry said around his pacifier. “Too… too… much… HELP” “It’s a big feeling for a little boy. It’s ok. Let me take care of you. Give me the yummy come baby. Let it come out, right here, it’s ok, I have you,” with that Severus put his lips around Harry’s weeping head and gave a sudden and soft suck. With that Harry exploded in Severus’ mouth with a shout “DADDY!” CHAPTER 4 Severus swallowed the boy’s semen, impressed and aroused by the taste in his mouth. He adjusted his own trousers, trying to relive his tightened clothing due to his own erection. It would need tending too, soon. He cleaned Harry up quickly and gently. He brought the diaper’s front over Harry and taped it into place. He smiled at the little one and noticed he was asleep, exhausted from the day and his first orgasm. Severus brought Harry to his crib, setting him down to sleep. He put his soft blanket over him, and clipped the pacifier to his shirt so he wouldn’t lose it while he slept. Severus set up the baby monitor, making sure Harry was within the frame and it would alert him if he was needed. He placed a swift kiss on his forehead, “Goodnight baby”. He returned to his own bedroom, stripped quickly, and entered his private bathroom/shower. He started the water, letting it heat up to a blistering temperature and stepped in. He let the entire day play before his mind’s eye. The classroom defiance, the triumph of the headmaster approving the “punishment”, and every moment up until this one of Harry’s regression. He was surprised how quickly things have turned between himself and Harry. He did not anticipate for the boy to clench his role like he has. He assumed the child size toilet would be around for at least 2 days before transitioning the boy to diapers, but he was pleasantly surprised to squash that tonight. He certainly did not expect the sexual portion to happen this early on either, but he wasn’t complaining. He vowed to take care of Harry’s needs, and that included sexual ones. He moved his hand to his own length as he remembered the warm feeling of Harry’s accident spreading across his chest, and the innocent fear that the boy’s eyes hand when he realized his accident. He stroked leisurely. The warmth that spread on his chest, those eyes. The eyes of shock with his accident, his eyes when Severus stripped from his clothes, his eyes on this erection that he has in his hand. Severus moaned. The trust that Harry placed in him to lead him to his first orgasm, it filled Severus more than anything else. He stroked with vigor, and the push over the edge was remembering Harry’s shout with a paci in his mouth, ‘Daddy!’ Severus came, moaning to himself “Oh baby.” As he watched his seed go down the drain, a blood curdling scream met his ears. He quickly shut off the shower, grabbed a towel, and sprinted to his baby. He flung the door open quickly but gently, he kept the lights off to keep the boy from waking fully. Harry was standing in the crib against the railings, paci out of his mouth, his wails at an all-time high. He hadn’t even been asleep 20 minutes. Severus picked him up and held him tightly to his damp chest. He began a slight bounce-walk across the nursery. “Sh, sh, sh baby. What’s a matter bug?” The wailing continued, hysterical sobs wrenching from the boys chest. Looking in Harry’s eyes he could see he was likely still sleeping from the dazed look in them. His baby was having a night terror. He used legilemency to see his baby’s dream state. Severus was met with an intense darkness. There were shadows, with red eyes, hissing, and coldness. He could not make out the scene, and could only feel the intense fear of it all. He felt trapped, alone, and abandoned. The fear was in every fiber of Harry’s being. Severus used his access to start to impress himself into the scary dream. He showed himself in a bright, patronus like light. He approached Harry, who appeared in his mind space of being 2 yrs old. He spoke soothing, loving words, to help the boy calm and detatch from the nightmare in front of him. Harry woke with a start and wailed “Daddy”. “Right here baby, right here, sh, sh, sh,” Severus sighed, glad it worked to pull him from the night terror, and provided him soothing. He pushed the paci past Harry’s lips, and he sucked readily. “Want to sleep with me baby?” Harry nodded, around his paci “Sleep wif daddy” Severus took Harry’s blanket with them, and brought him back to his room. Harry couldn’t see the appearance of the room, and just focused on staying close to daddy’s chest. He felt safe, warm, protected. Severus laid down, and pulled Harry on top of his chest so he could feel the rhythmic breathing between them. “Let’s sleep baby boy,” Severus brushed the baby’s hair softly. He felt him relax, and fade off into sleep. Severus followed suit quickly. The first night was down in the books. ~~~ Harry woke with a start. He rubbed his eyes and groaned as his dreams. He had visions of a detention with Snape that made him a baby. It was terrifying. He shifted in his bed and opened his eyes. This was not his room. His normally red canopy over his bed was now green and silver. The wood head and foot board was now a solid, polished black that shone. His blanket was childish, soft minky material with bumps that are seen on baby blankets. His heart stopped for a breath. It couldn’t be true. He turned to look next to him. None other than Professor Snape was sleeping soundly next to him. The detention, the spankings, the potty, diaper, and the… the experience he had, they were all true. He felt the sting on his bottom to remind him of his misgivings against the professor. His face blushed deeply as his groin stirred, remembering his first orgasm the night before. He clenched his bottom as his stomach began to rumble dangerously. He always used the bathroom in the evening, but with yesterday being the insanity it was, he hadn’t. He looked down, seeing the diaper on his nether regions. No. Fucking. Way. Harry thought to himself. He eyed the professor again, and slowly made his way out from under the blankets and off the bed. Counting his blessings, he thanked Godric that the bedroom door was ajar. He padded softly out of the room trying to remember where the bathroom was. He didn’t dare use Snape’s, he would hear him! He opened 2 doors before he found the right one. It opened without a problem. Harry let out a huge sigh. Luck was on his side this morning. He pulled one of the tabs on his diaper, and before it was completely untaped an alarm sounded. Harry covered his ears and fell backwards. Oh Godric. Snape would wake up. He would know, he would find him, he would be spanked again. Harry quickly climbed into the bath and closed the shower curtain to hide. It took 2 breaths for Snape to show up in the door way. Harry curled tightly against the side of the tub, trying to melt into the porcelain. Snape approached without pause, and immediately pulled back the curtain to find Harry. Harry flinched unconsciously, but tried to make a scowl appear across his face. He was an ADULT! He was NOT a small child, a BABY in the presence of this man! “What are you doing Harry?” Snape asked. Harry quirked his head sideways at the gentle name and tone Snape used towards him. “I have to go bathroom!” Harry exclaimed. “Right NOW SNAPE!” Snape’s eyes instantly went dark at the way Harry yelled and used his last name like a curse word. “That’s what your diaper is for baby. I won’t punish you for getting up without waking me, or trying to take off your diaper. I didn’t get a chance to tell you it was against the rules. But if you do it again, there will be spankings. Mind your tone with your daddy Harry.” Harry’s blood pressure rose, “You is not my daddy Snape!” He raised his hand, bringing it back to hit Snape, before he was swiftly picked up and a hard smack landed on his inner thigh. “NO Baby. You do NOT talk that way to daddy,” Snape said, holding his wrist to prevent the strike from Harry. “NOT A BABY! YOU NOT DADDY! YOU NOT! FUCK YOU!” Harry raged. Snape sighed, prepared for this push back. It would take time. He brought Harry to the couch, untaped the diaper to let it drop, and spanked Harry with 15 swats to his already red bottom from yesterday. “I understand you are tired, confused, and have to go potty baby, but you will NOT talk to daddy like that, ever!” Snape walked Harry over to a bench in a corner that said “Time out”. “Stay there until I tell you to come out baby, and not making messes,” he warned. Harry raged in the corner. He screamed, cursed, kicked, pound his fist against the nearest wall. The rage took over for what felt like forever. It drained every ounce of energy he had gained from his previous night sleep. Finally his body hunched over with exhaustion in the corner, the tears and rage dried up, and he sat quietly, naked, and shamed. Snape approached, “Are you ready to come out baby?” Harry nodded and reached his hands up. “Hold?” Snape cuddled him to him and brought him back to the couch where the discarded diaper lie. He laid Harry back and put the diaper under his bum. “I want use potty. Big boy,” Harry said between sniffles. “Sorry baby,” Severus said. “You’re too little for the potty. We use diapers.” Harry’s face went red again with anger and embarrassment. He would not, he COULD NOT, use the diaper. He couldn’t, he couldn’t, he couldn’t. He clenched his bottom, reserving himself to hold his poop until Snape could see how ridiculous he was being. Sensing Harry’s oncoming tantrum Severus picked him up and bounced him. “It’s ok to use diapers Harry, you’re just a baby. Daddy wants to take care of your wet and messy diapers.” Harry shook his head. Refusing. Severus carried him to the dining area, equipped with high chair large enough for Harry, and set him in, using the clips and straps to ensure he was safe, or maybe so he could not escape. He attached the high chair table top, and set some baby cereal for Harry to eat. Harry ate slowly, disliking the baby treatment, but so hungry for food he didn’t argue. He liked the cereal. He preferred it with a bowl of milk and a spoon, but he wasn’t about to complain. Banana and another fruit he didn’t recognize were added to his tray and he quickly used his hands to eat it. Severus went making his own breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee. He got a bottle for Harry, and filled it with warm milk, slight vanilla flavor, and added some laxative without the boy noticing. He was happy Harry was eating the prunes without a fight. He set the bottle in front of Harry, who wrinkled his nose and promptly ignored it as he ate. CHAPTER 5 Severus sat at the table, close to Harry, keeping an eye on him to ensure he didn’t eat too fast and that the mess stayed at a minimum. He also wanted to be aware if the boy had a bowel movement. It would hurt a lot to be left in that mess with his bottom being so raw from his punishments. “Want coffee,” Harry stated, using more of his adult voice than the baby one that was hiding beneath the surface. He cleared his throat to try again to make it even more appropriate of a question. “I would like coffee, professor.” He was impressed with himself for fighting the baby language. Severus shook his head without looking at him. “You’re drink is on the tray baby. Coffee is for adults.” Harry scowled. He looked at the bottle as if it was poison. He picked it up and chucked it half way across the dining/kitchen area. “No baba Nape!” He yelled, his baby language coming in with a vengeance when he was upset. Severus glared at him. “Mind your tone baby. And I’ve told you to call me daddy.” Harry, not wanting a spanking, modified his demand. “No baba daddy… pease!” Severus smiled gently due to Harry’s attempt at manners. He picked up the bottle from the floor, rinsed the nipple in the sink, and returned it to the tray. “Babies drink from these Harry. If you want a drink, this is it.” Harry growled. It was meant to be fierce and scary, but it was more like a tiny kitten. He snatched the bottle and drank it. He glared at Snape, but as he continued to suck on it, he found it soothing, like his paci. The milk was warm and had a vanilla taste. “Nilla?” Harry asked around the nipple. Severus grinned “Yes, baby. Some vanilla in there for you. It’s yummy huh?” Harry nodded. He sucked on the bottle but felt uncomfortable with how much he had to lean his head back to get it to flow quickly. A whine formed from behind the bottle. Severus moved to unlatch the baby and move him to recline in his lap. He reintroduced the bottle while Harry was in the baby position. He ate from the bottle eagerly. “Fanks daddy” he said around the nipple. Severus patted his diapered bottom, grinning at his baby, humming as Harry ate contently. Harry’s eyes fluttered closed as he drank deeply. Severus had to refill the bottle, by magic so not to interrupt Harry’s eating. He downed the second one and unlatched himself from the bottle, pushing it away gently. His eyes were dazed. He had what Severus called “milk coma”. Severus lifted him to his shoulder, getting a slight whine from the baby, and began to pat his back firmly. “Don’t need to daddy,” Harry whined, kicking his feet softly. “There’s a burp in there somewhere baby, you had a lot of milk. Burp for daddy bug,” Severus continued patting the back firmly. It took a few minutes, and without warning, a loud burp echoed around the room. Harry blushed a deep red, and Severus praised him “good boy! Is your tummy full baby?” Harry nodded. His stomach was so full he felt it would burst. It put pressure on him to poop, but he would not. He refused. He clenched and held it all in. Severus felt the whole body tension, and sighed. He would fight it every step of the way. He carried Harry to the living room. He accio’d some of the toys from his nursery, and had it land in front of them. “How about some play time, love?” Harry got down from Severus’ hold, and looked at all the toys. He looked back and said “Them baby toys. Want big boy toys pease. Boom to fwy?” Severus brought a toddler safe broom that he thought Harry may like. It only flew high enough that the ground would be 2 inches below the boy’s feet, so he couldn’t fall. He performed a protective charm around the broom so that Harry had zero chance of falling at all. Even from a small height, a body that big, with reflexes slowing from the de-aging would still hurt. Harry’s eyes lit up, and he bounced and vibrated in place with excitement. He let out a babyish clap of his hands. Severus got some baby pants and a shirt to put the baby in, so that he wouldn’t get a chill while “flying” around. Harry didn’t fuss or fight, too excited about flying. Severus put Harry on the broom toy. It had a seat for him to sit comfortably, not to worry terribly about balance. “Only around the living room love, ok?” Harry pouted heavily at the restriction, but nodded. He wanted to fly! The broom was turned on by a flick of a wand, and he was let go. It was incredibly slow. The joy quickly fading from Harry’s face. “Faster daddy, pease!” Severus allowed a bit more speed, since he was adapting to baby talk and politeness. Harry did a few laps around the living room. He still didn’t think the speed was fast enough to meet his seeker needs for speed. He decided that he could plant his legs against the wall and push himself off to make sure he could get a burst from the toy. He didn’t think Daddy would like this, so he waited until he was sure he was paying attention to his Daily Prophet. When he had turned the page and began settling in to a new article Harry saw that chance. He finished his lap and made his way toward the wall. He settled his feet to the wall and pushed harshly to get some speed. It worked!... He leaned forward to gain more speed like he would on his Nimbus, forgetting it was a toy. It became top heavy, and he fell face first into the glass coffee table. Under normal circumstances, Harry would have brushed it off. But something in that damn potion Snape slipped him caused his emotions to be out of whack. He saw the color red, his blood, felt the glass on his face, and let out a blood curdling, screeching, and uninhibited cry for daddy. Severus’ response was instantaneous. He heard the crash and as he set the paper down, saw his baby land in a heap of glass that was the coffee table. He was bleeding, crying, and covered in hot coffee from the table. He rushed and picked up. “Oh baby, baby, what happened?” Severus couldn’t understand how the harm came to the child. Harry just continued to wail and screech in his arms. Severus assessed his wounds, and decided that a proper medically trained professional should treat this. He didn’t want his baby to have additional face scarring because he didn’t take the proper steps for treatment. Fearful that the floo network would startle Harry further, he opted to rush him on foot to the hospital wing that had a permanent residence at Hogwarts. Harry cried and wailed harder as he left the safety and privacy of his daddy’s quarters. The wails echoing loudly off the stone walls of the castle. He could see glances from the passing classrooms as he swiftly moved closer and closer to the hospital. Severus patted Harry as he carried him quickly. “It’s ok baby, it’s ok. Daddy’s getting help.” “Dem lookin’ at me daddy!” he cried. Pointing to the classrooms they were passing. “They wouldn’t dare, baby,” Severus said in his ear. “They fear me too much to stare at my baby. If they bother us they will find themselves dissecting dung beetles and harvesting their waste for potions.” “Hurt,” Harry wailed, trying to rub his face that his Daddy was keeping tightly to his side. “I know bug, but no touching, Poppy has to take care of it,” he reassured. Harry shivered hard, “No Docta! No Docta!” He began viciously fighting Severus’ hold. Severus quickened his pace. He wasn’t sure he could keep his hold without use of his wand that he couldn’t get to at the moment. He was panting by the time he crossed the hospital threshold. “Poppy, assist, now,” Severus said, a demanding tone to his voice. “NO DOCTA!” Harry screeched in Severus’ ear. His little body shivered hard, the tears ran down his face, causing more screaming because of the salt mixing into his wounds that had glass still imbedded. Poppy came sprinting in the room. The confusing across her face flashed plain as day. Harry Potter was being carried by Severus Snape. The infantile pajamas, a pacifier clipped to his shirt, an obvious bulge to make it clear he was wearing protective underwear. She saw the blood spotting Harry’s face, and on Severus’ robe. She shook herself out of the momentary confusion and led them to an open bed. “I need to know what this is about Severus,” she said sternly. Harry was crying like a baby, sobbing more like it. His cries mimicking that of a very, very small child. Harry fought with vengeance against Severus sitting with him on the hospital bed. “NO DOCTA DADDY!” The heart breaking sobs and hysterics clear in the cries. “Please Poppy. Please. I will explain. But right now Harry is in a little head space. He is hurt as you can see. He can’t regulate himself. I need your help medically, please make sure he’s ok, clean and heal him,” Severus begged, fear laced in his usually calm voice. Poppy took a calming breath. “I can’t work with him in hysterics Severus. You need to restrain him or I need to administer a calming draught.” Severus sighed, knowing that he could not hold Harry long enough to get through this safely. “The draught” he resigned. Harry’s cries and screeches were at an all-time high. The door to the hospital wing opened with a bang, and Professor McGonagall entered, followed by the headmaster, Dumbledore. “Severus! What in Godric’s name-,” reprimanded McGonagall. Severus held up a hand to stop the woman. “Please, Minerva!” Severus was attaching a tube to Harry’s pacifier so that he would suck the potion down himself, without force. Severus pushed the pacifier into Harry’s screaming mouth. He bounced him moderately, “Come on baby, suck on your soother. Calm baby, calm.” After a few moments, Harry obliged, and began suckling his soother. He startled when he felt a potion come through, but it tasted sweet so he suckled with earnest. Moments later Severus could feel the boy relax in his arms. He set Harry down on the bed, but Harry reached his grabby hands. “Daddy… Daddy…” Severus picked him back up and had Harry’s back against his own chest, so he could face the medical witch. “What is going on Severus?” Minerva demanded. Poppy began working on Harry, who was lazily sucking his pacifier but allowing the glass to be removed and healing ointment to be applied to his wounds. “Albus already filled you in on this Minerva. Harry has become a little, my little. He is very young, often littler than 2, though he can get bigger in moments of defiance,” Severus offered the gist version. “I know that Severus. You can now know I look after Mr. Malfoy, instilling the same discipline measures you have for Mr Potter. What I meant was, what is going on with the child’s face?” Severus’ face showed his shock. He didn’t know that Minerva also engaged in regression and training of disobedient students. He had wondered why Malfoy was gone from his last class. This must be as a new of an arrangement as his was with Harry. Severus cleared his throat. “Harry had an accident while riding a toy broom. He crashed into the coffee table and obtained these wounds.” Poppy was already finish attending to the boy’s face, and she stripped the boy down, as it was covered in coffee. She examined him for burns but found none. She ran her wand over him for any other wounds or problems. She looked at Severus and stated, “All his wounds are healed, there will be no lasting damage as you can see. The ointment worked 100%. But this diagnostic shows he is constipated Severus. Were you aware?” Severus sighed, thankful that the medical witch knew how to treat his baby quickly. He pinched the bridge of his nose, a sign of his tiredness. “Yes, Poppy. He is refusing use of his diaper at the moment.” “I could give him some potions to help move that a long,” Poppy smiled. “No need,” Severus shook his head. “I’ve already added something to baby’s milk. He should be cleared out today. If not, we will return. Thank you Poppy.” Harry looked up at him. “Daddy!” He yelled. He had spiked his milk? Harry growled. Damn it. He did not want to shit in diapers. He didn’t want to shit in front of anyone! Severus patted baby’s back. “It’s ok baby, let’s go home. Minerva let me know if in a while you and Mr Malfoy would like to do a play date. Once the head space is solidified I think it would be enjoyable for all.” “Of course, Severus. We look forward to it,” She smiled. Albus followed them both out, a twinkle in his eye.
  21. This role play is about a little girl named Laura. Who is adopted by a loving couple who live in a big house.
  22. Hello everybody I'm about 2 years into my current relationship with my baby (we reconnected after 8 years apart) and she recently did something that put a strain on our relationship because it so closely mirrored how my last one ended. The ABDL side of our relationship is very strong and very close but we haven't really delved into discipline yet, sometimes I think I let her "get away with" too much when she's in Little Space. She apologized very sincerely. but I think it will take a little longer for the wound to heal on my end My question is, is it considered fair to punish Littles for mistakes they make that effect the relationship as whole? Or only acceptable when in Little Space and they make what could be considered a Little Mistake? Thanks and hugs to all!
  23. Rosie stood nervously in front of a strange door in a strange hallway. There was nothing outwardly strange about them. It could have been any other apartment door in any other hallway, but the reason she was here was certainly strange. She had taken it up on a whim. A single offer, coming to her from someone she had spoken too online but had never met in person. After years visiting a... strange... community online, speaking to people without seeing them, even making art for it, she had been offered a chance to actually try living it. The person's name was Samantha, and they certainly had a lot of similar interests, but it was still frightening. She didn't really know this person, did she? How well can you know someone you've never seen before? Do online meetings and relationships count the same as in person? On top of that, she was here to play the sub. It was a role she she was always interested it but didn't even discuss as much. Almost every discussion she had and every drawing she made had her playing dom. She knew this would be difficult, having to let someone take control of her for a change. Not only that, but the plan was meant to be a surprise. She had no idea what was in store for her, it was all Samantha's decision. That was all part of it, and they had similar interests, but it was still frightening. She closed her eye and psyched herself. She could do this. Just turn off the dominant side, and let someone else take control. At least if it turned bad she could always ask for it to start. Holding her breath, she knocked. The door was almost immediately answered by a tall, athletically built blond haired woman. Rosie, herself almost 6 feet tall, wasn't used to having to look up at another woman. Rosie stared at the woman's arms, hoping whatever the plan was didn't involve a lot of spanking. This was definitely a woman who could make that hurt, and definitely one who would have no problem dominating over someone. "Rosie?" the woman asked, and Rosie nodded. The woman dragged her in by the arm, closed the door and locked it. She looked Rosie over, examining her wavy brown hair and shorter, broad hipped build. She smiled and tapped her nose. "Hehe your just as cute as I expected," she smacked Rosie on the butt, making her yelp. "Perfect for what I have planned." Rosie blushed over the treatment. It was... sudden, she thought. She tried to back up a bit, then mentally checked herself. She was here to play sub, she told herself. This was the sort of treatment she could expect. "Ummm... thanks. Are you Samantha?" "Yes, that's right dear. Good girl!" Samantha patted her head. "Uhhh... thanks. So what are we going to do? Are we going to just start, or talk a bit first?" Rosie was trying still play the role of submissive while making sure the boundaries were kept. "Oh, don't worry, you'll see soon enough." Samantha began dragging her further into the apartment. Rosie's instinct was to pull away, but she let herself be lead. They passed a well stocked kitchen, a cozy living room with several couches and a television, and went down a white walled hallway into a bedroom. The bedroom was large and spacious, with a queen sized bed, bookshelves, and paintings on all walls. Once they were there, Samantha turned Rosie to face her and examined her again. She looked at Rosie's black jeans and button up shirt. "Hmmm... we will have to do something about those clothes. Far to mature, and the want-to-be rebellious look isn't good for you." Rosie gaped at her and couldn't respond. Instead, she was pushed onto the bed. "Now, wait here a moment little one. I need to get some things ready." "Alright," Rosie said. Samantha's tone gave no room for argument, and the anticipation of what could come, along with her clear control was exciting, she was sat nervously, a pit forming in her stomach. What did Samantha have planned? Samantha left and closed the door. After a moment she haired footsteps in the hallway. Wait, she thought, how many are there? Suddenly her nervousness turned to pure anxiety, even fear. How many people where there? She didn't know there was more then one, she hadn't agreed to that. She opened her mouth to argue, but was interrupted as the door burst open, and Samantha stood in followed by two other girls, each holding articles of clothing. Rosie didn't have time to fully process what was happening before they had grabbed her. "Hey... what are.... no!" She said as her shirt was forcibly removed. She had agreed to be submissive, but this sudden invasion of her privacy was still shocking. She struggled, but was held tight, and felt her arms being pulled into a pair of sleeves. She barely had a chance to comprehend what was happening before she realized she was being tied into a strait jacket. Her arms were pulled behind her and secured. "Hey, I said.. MPHH...!" she was silenced as something was shoved into her mouth. She gagged at the bitter taste, and realized it was a bar of soap. Samantha was moving it back and forth as the other girls strapped her arms behind her back. Her mouth filled with creamy white foam as she shoved the bar into her mouth again and again. "There, that will wash out any more naughty words," Samantha said. She then took the bar out. Rosie gasped, and the foam dribbled down her face. She tried to speak, but found her mouth was filled again. This time it was a pacifier that was tied into place behind her head. It filled her mouth completely to her throat, forcing her to swallow the rest of the soap, and turning her protests into incomprehensible mumbles. "What was that?" Samantha said. "Something you don't like? Well just tell me, and I'll be sure to stop," she laughed, and Rosie glared. Now that she was tied and silenced, the Samantha's two friends lifted Rosie's feet into the air, forcing her to her back on the couch. Rosie tried to kick and pull herself away. "MPHHH!" she shouted at a sudden, sharp pain on her backside. She looked to see Samantha standing over her with a long black paddle. She wondered what she had gotten herself into. Playing sub had seemed so exciting in theory. Even now, part of her was eager to keep going. But this much pain and control was so foreign and coming on so quickly. She was overwhelmed with emotions, and struggled not even knowing if she wanted to leave or stay. She was spanked again. "Now now, that's enough of that," Samantha said. It was pointless anyway, Rosie found the two girl's grasp was unbreakable, and Samantha simply moved on. The next thing Samantha grabbed was the one thing Rosie had expected from the start, but now stared at nervously. It was what she wanted for months, but by far the most embarrassing part yet. Seeing the frightened, humiliated but excited look in Rosie's eyes, Samantha smiled. "Yes, I'm sure this is what my baby wants, isn't it? She's just been lying to us, to everyone, with her naughty big girl clothes, posing as an adult, posing as a professional, pretending to be mature... we all know it is a lie, don't we?" Rosie stared, and Samantha smiled and lifted the object into the air. It was a large, thick diaper. It was white but with a pink, flowery panel on the front, with letters proclaiming the wearer "Princess," and a design that let everyone know that the wearer wasn't a real adult, but simply an overgrown, adult baby. It didn't look like an adult diaper, but a baby's Pampers made in a larger size. More then that, it was a sign that her last shred of adulthood was gone, that even the most basic levels of control and maturity were forcibly stripped from her. It meant she couldn't even be trusted to use the toilet, and if that was true, what could she be trusted with? Rosie cringed, helpless as Samantha powdered her and placed the thick pamper underneath her. She felt the thick padding go up between her legs and close on her, then get tapped securely on. Samantha then pulled the strap of the strait jacked underneath the diaper and attached it on either side, leaving her locked inside her humiliating, childish garment. The other two girls put pink baby booties on her feet, then stood her up. She was made to face herself in a mirror, and sulked. Even the straight jacket seemed to have been made on the similar theme, with a pink and white design consisting of flowers, babyish drawings and "Princess" written on her chest, along with a skirt of fabric around her waist that made it look like a tutu while leaving her diaper fully exposed. She thought of her own image of herself- serene, powerful, in control- and tried to compare it to the baby she saw staring at her in the mirror. This is what she wanted, she reminded herself, though part of her wondered why. She closed her eyes and told herself to just listen to what Samantha wanted, as she had agreed to. Samantha came up to her smiling, and seemed to smile even broader when she saw the defeated look on Rosie's face. She attached a collar to her neck, then a leash, and brandished the paddle in her other hand. "Now, come along my little princess, and be a good girl. Its time to meet some more friends." Friends?! Rosie thought. There were MORE people!? She tried to pull away, but was forced forward by the leash, and the pacifier turned any argument into mumbles. "Whats that? Remember, if you don't like something, just tell me!" Samantha said, then laughed. Rosie simply followed. The abnormal bulk of her diaper felt odd between her legs, and made her waddle. Rosie had tried the thickest adult diapers she could find, but this was still a surprise. The only thing she could think of was Snuggies waddles made with a custom design, but that still didn't seem to cut it. Perhaps Waddlers with a thickening pad, she thought. Whatever it was, it was clearly designed to be intrusive, and it worked. The strap of the straight jacket added to the feeling, making it feel thicker and stiffer and pressing it against her. The diaper crinkled loudly, and was hot and heavy, but at the same time soft and, in a way, comfortable. Rosie was pulled into the living room, which was now full of people. They all cheered and laughed at once as she entered, blushing. Some were people she had seen before, acquaintances from work or people she had run into, but most were strangers. There even seemed to be other fetishists there- a woman in a black leather full body suit held on a leash by a man in a suit, a blond haired boy who sat whimpering on a woman's lap while wearing a diaper and dress and suckling a pacifier, a girl in a bunny outfit with ears, and others. The attention, however, was all directed at Rosie. "Awwww she's so cute!" a stranger proclaimed. "Yes, I agree. She was an excellent choice." "Just look at her blush! She is sooo embarrassed haha. I wonder if she's wet already?" "Oooo imagine her look during her first diaper change." Samantha quieted them with a have of her hands. "Now now, we will get to that. First, we need to prepare our baby. Now, Rosie, you may be wondering what this is." Rosie nodded, humiliated and terrified. "Most of them are my friends. We've been looking for someone just like you to be our new baby girl. We already have a baby boy and others, so we needed you for a new playmate. We meet from time to time for... fun." She smiled at the word, leaving it open to whatever Rosie could think of. "The others are people you knew who were open to the idea. We like to have a few people our subs recognize on the first night. It adds to the... fun... and ensures people will know about your new lifestyle." She continued. "Tonight, Rosie, is all about you. This is your initiation, then you'll be part of our group. Remember, if you don't like it, just say so," she laughed. With that, Samantha grabbed the leash right by her collar and gently pulled her down. Rosie shook her head violently, making as much noise as the pacifier would allow. This was too far, she thought. She'd agreed to play sub, and would have, but did not agree to have other people. She wanted out. Samantha, however, ignored her pleas. She made Rosie crawl, much to the delight of the audience, and sat her on a plank in front of the wall facing outward. "This here is something that is going to help you be a good baby. In a little while, all your naughty arguing will end," she said. She threaded leash through a hoop on the blank Rosie was sitting on. Next, she felt it pulled down underneath her and between her legs, then upwards. It was attached to the wall above her, forcing her into a kneeling, head down position from which she couldn't move. Rosie glanced around, struggling even to keep her head up, and tried to figure out what was going on. The people were smiling at her, though some of the obvious subs stared at her nervously and with pity. Soon Samantha was in front of her, holding a pair of headphones. "Now now little one, don't worry at all," she said soothingly. "Mommy will take care of everything. Just listen to this, and everything will soon be better." With that, she placed the headphones on Rosie's head, and hit a button. ... Finger's snapped. Mommy was standing in front of her. Wait... Mommy? she thought. It was Samantha. She was taking off the strait jacket. Wait... she was stripping her naked in front of all these people!? Rosie was horrified. However, when she went to stop it, nothing happened. Her arms didn't move. She wanted to, but she didn't. Soon she was naked except for her bootie and the diaper, and she didn't mind. At the same time, the pacifier was unhooked, but Rosie kept suckling. "Come here little one. Crawl!" Rosie crawled toward her mommy. Why was she crawling? She could walk... but somehow she didn't want to. Crawling was for babies, and she was a baby. Of course she wanted to crawl. She also realized that now that the straight jacket was gone, she could easily take the diaper off, spit the pacifier out, and say no, but she didn't want to. She heard the laughter around her, directed at her. Strangers, people she knew, dozens of them, laughing. Why was she humiliating herself? But while part of her protested, screamed at her to stop, she couldn't make herself. She pouted, almost in tears from the humiliation, but kept crawling. "Good baby," her mommy said. The words filled her with warmth, making her happier then she had been for a long time. She took Rosie's hands. "Up up up!" Rosie stood up instinctively. "Do you want to speak?" Rosie tried to say something, but the pacifier stopped her. She could spit it out, she realized, she wasn't a baby. But at the same time, she didn't want to. Samantha smiled as if she had won an important bet. "Good baby," she said. She grabbed the pacifier and took it out. "Now, what are you?" "I... I a baby giwl," Rosie said, as surprised at her own childish, lisping voice as she was at the answer. Why would she say that? She wanted to, she realized. She didn't want to be an adult. She blushed at the chorus of laughter. "Good baby. Do you want to be an adult." "Nuuu..." more laughter. People were moving around her, pulling a dress over her head. Like the straight jacket, it was pink, childish and frilly, designed as a cross between a princess and a Lolita dress, with hearts and flowers decorating it. The skirt was short, and like before, did nothing to conceal her diaper. This time, however, she didn't mind. It was natural, she thought, how else would they check it? Wait... CHECK IT!? she thought. FOR WHAT!? But of course they would... her mind went back and forth, and she did nothing. Rosie pulled her by the hand into a bathroom. The crowed followed them, giggling. Rosie looked around at the sink, bathtub, towels and.... something. A strange white thing, shaped like a seat. "Do you know what that is for?" "No," Rosie said, getting the loudest laughter yet. But of course she did! It was a... she didn't want to even think the word. It was frightening to her, dangerous. "Do you know how to use the potty?" "Whas dat?" Rosie asked. Again, she knew she knew, but she didn't want to, and the thought was frightening. "Good baby." The warmth and happiness again. "Now, I am going to feed you your supper. Its a bottle of baby mush and milk, and it will help you fill your pampers like a little baby. Ok?" Rosie nodded. Something about that was wrong... was it about filling her pampers? But that was what they were for, wasn't it? Part of her screamed no, but she couldn't think of why. She was pulled back into the living room and sat on her mommy's lap. She put the tip of a bottle in Rosie's mouth, and she suckled easily. "Good baby. Now remember, this will make you use your pampers. There is no way the old Rosie would want that, especially in front of all these people. So, if you don't want that, stop drinking." Rosie looked at her confused and kept drinking, and they all laughed. "Yes, old Rosie was confused, because she thought she was a big girl. You're not a big girl, are you?" Rosie shook her head, though she was in near tears from it. Of course she was! She was an adult, she thought, not a baby, and this was wrong. But she kept doing it. After feeding her the bottle, Samantha pulled Rosie closer. "Now," she said. "Is baby still hungry?" Rosie shook her head. "Well, we have more bottle, and people who want to feed you. Also, the more you're feed, the sooner you are going to fill your diapers. So, we are going to pass you around, and you will keep drinking until you we are done, ok? You'll do what mommy says? You don't want to be a bad baby?" She put emphasis on the last phrase. As soon as she heard it, Rosie was filled with the deepest guilt and anxiety she had ever felt. It came up suddenly, and left her shaking. There was something wrong, and she didn't blame her mommy, but blamed herself. She hugged her mommy. At that moment she'd do anything to avoid the feeling and make her mommy happy. "Good baby," Mommy said, and the feeling was gone. "Now, time for the rest of your num nums." She pulled Rosie to the next person, a woman, and sat her down on her lap. The woman placed a bottle in her mouth, and she suckled instinctivly. she was passed around from person to person. Each one sat her on their laps, bouncing her up and down and feeding her more and more bottles. Rosie was stuffed, but she kept drinking. Her stomach began to ache, then cramp. The bouncing only made it worse, and her stomach was soon grumbling. After a while she was being fed and bounced by a man in a suit when she heard a loud brrraapppttt noise. She looked down at her diaper. There was laughter all around her. "Oh my god, the babies gassy!" someone shouted, and they laughed again. "Better check her diapers, just to make sure that's all there is," the man in the suit said. He bent her over and lifted her skirt, pulled the back of her diaper. "No, all clean." Rosie didn't know what was worse, the fact that a stranger was seeing inside her undergarments, that he was doing it to check if she had messed those same undergarments, or that the sound came again and again. She found she was powerless to stop any of it. "Yes, but now comes the best part," Samantha said. She took Rosie by the hands then stood her up. She looked her dead in the eyes, and Rosie was trapped by her gaze. "Rosie," she said, snapping her fingers. "You're a big girl now." Rosie looked around in panic. What had she done!? What was she wearing?! She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, she wanted to run. "Please... please stop," Rosie pleased. "You can go if you want Rosie. Its all up to you." She had been hypnotized, she realized. She knew hypnotism was something you had to want to work, and if she rejected it, it wouldn't have worked. But... did she want to reject it? It was all she had wanted, after all. It was what she had come for. This was what she dreamed about and talked about online, but was too afraid to do. It was humiliating, mortifying, and terrifying, but even when she wasn't hypnotized she couldn't make herself run. Maybe she had accepted it all. Or was this all some trick? Either way, she remained. "That is what I thought. Good baby." Even when no longer thinking like a baby, the words filled her with a sudden happiness. Samantha noticed. "Like that? Thought so. Oh, and watch this. BAD BABY!" She scolded. Instantly Rosie shrinked back at the words. She whimpered, almost sobbing, knelt and hugged Samantha's knees, inwardly pleading for her approval. How could she feel this, even as an 'adult?" Since when did she want someone else's approval? But this was submission, Rosie realized. It was an extreme version of it, and not in the way she had thought, but it was submission. She had wanted it, and she got it. "It's ok little Rosie, you're a good baby," the feeling was gone, and Rosie sighed. "Now, Rosie," Samantha said. Rosie found she was still trapped by her voice and gaze. "Do you want to mess yourself?" "What?" "You heard me. Do you want to fill your diapers in front of all these people?" "NO! Oh god please no! Don't make me!" Rosie felt her stomach grumbling from being force fed dozens of bottles. She was cramping hard, and needed release. "Please let me use the toilet... please... I'll do anything. ANd please don't make me do it in front of these people." Samantha laughed. "Silly baby. You think you can argue, don't you? But you know what? You are going to fill your diapers. You are going to do it happily and in front of allllll these people as they laugh and take pictures. You are going to lift your skirt and show off when you do it. You are going to grunt and do it loudly, parade around in your stinky pampers, then get changed as they watch." "NO! Please! Anyhting but that. At least give me privacy... I'll do it, but just with you, ok?" She bargained. "Yes you will, and in front of everyone. And you know why?" Rosie shook her head. Samantha held up her hands. "Because I'm going to snap these fingers and you will be powerless to stop it. You will helplessly fill your pampers and will do whatever your mommy says. Then I will turn you back into an adult to feel the humiliation, and back and forth whenever I want, wherever I want, forever. Got it?" "No pl..." Samantha snapped her fingers. "Rosie... You're a baby now." Rosie smiled at her mommy and giggled. A sound came from her diaper, and she laughed. "Now, is the little baby gonna fill her diapers?" "I dunno mommy," Rosie said incredulously. How could she decide something that important? "Yes you are, then you are going to become a big girl again so you can blush while we laugh." Rosie was puzzled by the strange sentence. A big girl? What did that mean? She was a baby. "Now, fill your diaper for mommy." Rosie grunted. There was a noise like before, but louder. She felt a warm pile of mush come into her diapers and coat her. All around her were gasps of laughter and mocking ewws. She crinkled her face. "Is icky mommy!" she said. What had she done? Why was she still talking like that? She tried to stop herself, but couldn't. "I bet it is baby." "An is tinky!" Mommy laughed and plugged her nose. "Yes, very stinky. Now, undo your onesie and show everyone." Rosie instinctively obeyed. There was more laughter and comments she could barely make out over the collective noise. "Good baby. Now shake it around!" Rosie stuck her bottom out further and wiggled it, feeling the mesh slosh over her, and hearing more ewws and gasps for breath. A window was opened, a fact which barely registered in her mind. "Dance for me baby." Rosie, still wanting to make her mommy happy, did her best to imitate a ballet routine. She had never done one before, and the thickness of the diaper made every movement awkward and difficult, but she twirled around and kicked her legs as much as she could. This seemed to be enough, as the audience laughed and clapped their approval. "Now, come here." Rosie followed helplessly as her mommy, who once again pulled her onto her lap and bounced her. This time, however, the messy diaper made it much worse. The feeling was horrible, it itche horribly, and the smell and laughter was worse. When Mommy was done, she passed Rosie to the next person, who continued to bounce her. Like before, Rosie was passed from lap to lap and bounced like a baby, squirming, squinting, and crinkling her nose the entire time. She endured the laughter, the humiliating pats and comments, and outwardly acted as if she loved it. Finally Samantha picked her up again and snapped her fingers. "Rosie, you're a big girl now. Wasn't that fun?" Rosie felt tears in her eyes. "No, please, just... just change me, please. I want out of this diaper." She was broken, she realized. All the pride and strength she had coming into this was gone. She wasn't even certain at first if she would submit, but there she was, standing, spanked, in a onesie and messy pampers, and willing to do anything for a change. "Oh, I will. How would you like to be changed here in front of everyone?" Rosie almost outright cried. "No..." she whispered. "Here's whats going to happen. I'm going to bring back baby Rosie, and she is going to happily lay down on a changing mat in the hallway as we tie her down. Then I'm going to bring big girl Rosie back, and she will very un-happily get her diaper changed in front of everyone. Got it?" Rosie couldn't even speak as the fingers were once again snapped, and baby her was lead into the hallway. Her onesie was lifted up, and she lay down, smiling, laughing, willing. Mommy held up a pair of cuffs. "Put your hands in here baby girl!" Rosie obeyed. "Good baby! Now put your feet in here! That way we can bring back big girl Rosie and she won't be able to stop us from changing her riiiiii-ight here, no matter how much she wants to." The words rolled around in her mind. She knew what was going to happen. This was all a set up to humiliate her and make her do something she wouldn't otherwise. As soon as Mommy snapped her fingers, she knew she wouldn't like this anymore. However, at the time, all she wanted was to please her mommy, so she obeyed. Soon she was then tied with her arms stretched out on the floor and her feet in the air. She giggled at the funny position. SNAP. "Rosie, you're a big girl now." Rosie struggled, sobbed, and squirmed. A pacifier was pushed into her mouth and she suckled. She could call for help, she realized. This was an apartment building, someone would come. But then... what would they see? A bunch of fetishists, with her in a diaper she clearly messed herself? She cringed at the thought. Then, if the called the police, there may be an investigation, reporters... she pictured herself on the news, having an image of herself in a messy diaper paired with a full explanation of what she had come from being shown all over town. She everyone from family to total strangers knowing her as the diaper girl who got tricked.... she couldn't do it. Also... did she really want to? The hypnosis couldn't make her do anything she didn't want, just bring out things she didn't admit she wanted. This was, in a way, her dream, if rougher and more rushed then she expected. She suckled her pacifier for comfort, willingly this time, closed her eyes, and tried to think of something other then the laughter. She felt her diaper get opened. Wipes from hands all around her cleaned up the mess. The baby wipes were cool, and made her shudder. Soon she was powdered again, the smell of talcum replacing the smell of her used padding. Another diaper was put between her leg and tapped on, this time followed by thick plastic pants. She was untied, and stood up. "Now," Samantha said, raising her fingers. "Do I need to do this again, or will you be good?" Rosie pouted. "I'll be good." "Good. Turn around, apologize for your stinky pampers, and thank them for changing you." Rosie blushed and pleaded with her eyes, but obeyed. "Hello everyone. Ummm... I'm sorry for being so stinky... Thank you for changing my diapers." The all laughed and clapped. "Good baby. It's been a long day for you, so its time for bed." Rosie nodded, accepting that the early bedtime was now part of her life. "Lets get you in your pjs." Rosie didn't resist as she was stripped and put into a footed Disney Princess sleeper and had another pacifier put in her mouth. She didn't want to risk resisting, and having strangers dress her as a baby was far from the worse thing that had happened. She looked down at the footed pjs. She always had liked Disney. Samantha saw her looking at it. She cupped Rosie's face soothingly. "Yes, I thought you'd like that. This isn't all going to be bad sweetheart. It is, after all, what you wanted. If, in the morning, you really want to go and not come back, you can. But I don't think you will, do you?" Rosie just stared at her. Samantha smiled. "Good baby. Now, go kiss everyone goodnight." Rosie looked at her, but saw no signs of joking. Reluctantly, and much to the amusement of all around, she went to the first man she saw. She kissed his cheek. "Goodnight," she said. He laughed and patted her diaper. She went to the next person, repeated the routine until she had done a complete loop of the room, getting her padded bum patted and rubbed the entire time. When Rosie was done, Samantha took her hand and lead her down the hallway. Samantha then led her into a separate room. It was dark inside, but Rosie could make out piles of toys, a changing table, and a large, wooden crib. There was a smiling cloud and a rainbow painted on the wall, and a mobile hanging from the roof. It was a nursery, Rosie knew. Samantha lead her toward the crib. Rosie followed without the hypnosis, without the leash, without a threat of spanking. All willingness to argue was gone. She crawled into the crib. Samantha closed the top of it, turning it into a cage. Rosie pushed at it. "Hey! If you break that, I break you!" Rosie stopped. "You may recognize this as something like your own scenarios, back when you thought you were a dom. Someone in the crowed tipped me off about it, and I couldn't help but play it. We can't have little ones crawling around all night, can we?" "But what if I have to... oh..." Rosie looked down at her diaper, blushing at having answered her own question so obviously. "But I wouldn't have you be lonely..." She through a teddy bear inside. Rosie hugged it, feeling something hard inside. A recorder, she realized. "Now, be a good baby girl! Ill be listening." Rosie lay down. She would be a good girl for her mommy, she knew, for as long as her mommy wanted. She slowly fell asleep.
  24. “Bang,” the gavel came down and Dan realized he was screwed. How the hell did it come to this. Just barely 18 and I’m going to prison. “Fifteen years,” the words just kept ringing in his ear. Wrong place at the wrong time, story of my life, Dan couldn’t help but think. He looked over at his lawyer who tried to cover his grim expression. The lawyer leaned in, “Don’t worry, we’ll appeal this, we’ve got a long way to go.” “Yeah,” Dan just nodded and tried not to cry. He was led out of the courtroom and into a small waiting room. His lawyer sat down across the table and talked about legal motions and appeals. It was just words and Dan wasn’t listening. In a few hours he would be on his way to prison. He knew he didn’t stand a chance, a skinny white guy, he’d be chewed up and spit out. When the public defender left tears came, he couldn’t stop them. Living as an F class citizen of the RSA, (Reformed States of America) was not much of a life, but at least he would have been free. F class citizens were at the bottom of society, ranked for their achievements and behavior during their schooling. The only way to be labeled F class was to drop out of high school without taking a subsequent work aptitude test and being assigned a job or what the committee for gainful employment considered a job suitable for someone who couldn’t complete basic education. Dan’s assigned job had been to sweep parking lots by hand with a work crew that consisted mostly of rejects who could barely function. He left before completing his first day and had been in trouble with the legal system ever since. Those troubles came to a head a few months ago when him and his friends were implicated in a botched robbery that resulted in two deaths. Despite the fact that he was unarmed and only assisting with the robbery everyone in the crew was handed the same punishment for manslaughter, 15 years. 30 minutes later he was beginning to wonder how long he was going to be waiting in here when the bailiff opened the door and escorted in a man he didn’t know and defender. The public defender Dan knew from his phony grin to his cheap suit. But the other guy was so indistinct, so bland, that he instantly made Dan nervous. He looked like a composite of every middle aged white professional he’d ever seen. His defender was smiling like he’d just scored and Dan had the feeling he was about to be sold something. “Danny, this is Mr. Smith, he has some very good news for us,” the defender said. The bland guy sat a briefcase on the table, slowly and deliberately turned a combination lock and then flicked the case open. He then took out a single manila file folder and slid the briefcase to the side. “Daniel Masters,” the bland guy said reading off the card. “Yeah that’s me.” Smith looked up in annoyance and then returned to his file. “ Father deceased, Mother estranged, ward of the state since the age of 13, Two different middle schools, 3 High Schools, 14 foster care placements. Multiple small charges in juvenile court, a tendency to violence and now your crowning achievement, aggravated robbery, manslaughter and 15 years in prison. “I was in the wrong place at the wrong time,” Dan replied. “Yes I know, it seems to be a recurring theme, with you,” Smith said. “Mr. Masters we’ve been following your case for some time and the group I represent would like to make you an offer. I represent a non-government group operating under a joint program between the National Corrective Council, the Federal Bureau of Prisons, and a group of private research firms. We operate a facility known as the “The Farm,” where we conduct research and work towards more efficient and specialized forms of correction.” “The Farm?” Dan asked. “Yes the Farm, it is 200 acre facility in Western Iowa. We only take offenders under the age of 19, and only those who, such as yourself, are not exactly hardened criminals. Think of it as a cross between a summer camp, and research hospital.” “What kind of research?” Dan asked. “Mostly social, a little psychiatry, behavioral modification and a great deal of therapy” Smith answered. “So if I go be your gunny pig I don’t go to prison?” “Yes, essentially, you will serve your sentence out with us.” “All 15 years?” Dan asked. “That depends on you Mr. Masters, It could be significantly less.” “Significantly?” Dan asked. “Yes, significantly, with successful treatment, you could repay your debt to society in as little as 5 years, in which you will be free to purse your own interests. All you have to do is sign this contract. Dan signed, his lawyer said it was like winning the lottery, he didn’t know much about “The Farm” but he said they checked out. What the hell, Dan thought. I’d rather spend 15 years in the country on a farm than 15 years getting gang banged in prison. What did he have to lose. Chapter 2 The next morning Dan was ushered from his holding cell to the loading dock where he was placed into into a black Lincoln town car. Mr. Smith had a couple of goons with him, muscly guys in black suits. The goons took the front two seats and Smith joined Dan in the back. As they drove across the city Mr. Smith outfitted Dan with an ankle bracelet then offered him a few pills. “Nah thanks, I’m fine,” Dan said. “You have agreed to our treatment plan Daniel, and it starts now, these pills will help you relax for the flight. “I appreciate it, but I’m cool.” Dan replied. “You don’t seem to understand Daniel, I’m not giving you a choice, do as you’re told and take the pills,” Smith commanded. “What are they?” Dan asked as he took the small paper cup and counted several different pills. “Various medicines, alpha cohedrant stabilizers, doxyhydronic hormonal enhancers, nothing you should be concerned about,” Smith replied. “Fine whatever,” Dan said as he took the pills and washed them down with a sip from a bottle of water. The drive to the airport was uneventful, Dan was ushered onto the flight by Smith’s Goons and sat between them. The plane was a small business jet, the kind that A+ citizens might use to zoom around the country, go on ski vacations maybe, Dan thought. Before they were off the Tarmac he began to feel a bit strange, it wasn’t exactly like the highs from the illegal and legal drugs that Dan took on a regular basis, but it wasn’t exactly bad either. He felt a wave of fear as the plane started moving down the runway, he’d never flown before, he began to bite his fingernails. Once airborne Dan was treated to a clear view of the Eastern Sprawl, the concrete seemed to go on for ever, but in a short time it gave way to less developed lands, forests, then fields. They finally touched down around noon on a small runway in the middle of a field, Dan had noticed a complex of buildings and houses nearby. Dan was ushered out of the het to a golf cart being driven by an older man dressed in plain white work clothes. “This is Mr. Jones, he will take you for a few tests and then to your room so you can freshen up, this afternoon we’ll give you a tour of our facilities,” Mr. Smith said as him and the two goons went their separate ways. As the golf cart silently rolled down the runway Mr. Jones began to speak in what Dan considered a country bumpkin accent “Don’t even think of making a break for it.” “OK,” Dan replied. “There’s 100 miles of nothing around this place, no houses, no roads, no people, just dirt and corn, you’ll be wishing you were back here,” Jones said again. “Yeah I got it,” Dan replied. “Best to watch the attitude as well Mr. we don’t take kindly to that around here.” “Allright,” Dan replied. The reminder of the drive was in silence as they drove past a large hanger and then rolled up to a completely nondescript building. Dan was directed inside and down a few hallways into what appeared to be a doctor’s office. He was greeted by the genuinely friendly and beautiful face of a young woman dressed in an old fashioned nurses uniform complete with short skirt. Dan was immediately struck by her beauty, the waves of perfect flowing hair, and the smooth and tight legs and of course her ample breasts. He stuttered a bit, “Umm he… Hello mam.” “Hello Daniel, my name is Grace and I’ll be your personal nurse while you are with us here,” she said and presented her hand. Dan took the hand and shock it with awe, how lucky could I possibly be, he thought. “If you’ll just follow me to the examination room we can get started,” Dan followed her and was mesmerized by the curves on her backside, the shape of her rear and the vivacious way she walked. He would have followed her off a cliff. Two hours later Dan was exhausted, he had seen multiple doctors, he had been poked, prodded, questioned, he had ran on a treadmill, he had been given multiple injections and he had given samples of nearly every bodily fluid he possessed. Besides that he was hungry, thirsty and tired. When it was all over Nurse Grace returned, and directed him to a cafeteria. Like the other hallways and rooms, he’d been in this room was bland and white as well. The food was even bland, it was sort of like a hamburger, but Dan was sure it was some kind of soy product. Nurse Grace sat opposite of him and ate a small salad. “So like, what’s the deal with this place?” Dan asked. “What do you mean?” the nurse asked. “Like where are all the other prisoners for one thing, what was up with all those tests?” “Ahh, well first you are not a prisoner, we prefer to call our guests patients, and most of them are in school right now. The tests are so that we can properly tailor an individualized treatment to cure your behavior problems,” The nurse explained. Dan smiled, “Yeah, OK.” After eating he was taken through some more hallways until he was completely lost and directed into a room with a thick security door. “This is your room Daniel your uniform is on the bed, pleased change into it. Mr. Smith will be here soon to give you a tour,” she explained. Before Dan could ask any questions, she left the room and shut the door behind her, as he expected it was locked. “Yeah right, not a prisoner,” he said out loud. The uniform was exactly like the room, plain and white, the walls were solid cinderblock painted stark white, there was a white porcelain sink, white toilet, white shower, white bed with white mattress and white sheets. Eventually Mr. Smith arrived, he had another non-descript man with him, and one of his goons from earlier. They took Dan through the same winding hallways and doors and outside in a still bright late spring evening. “Allright Daniel you’ve seen our medical wing and cafeteria, we call this large building “A” so lets see some more of our campus,” Mr. Smith said as they loaded onto a golf cart. In a few minutes, they had wrapped around the building and Dan was looking at a very old fashioned school house complete with playground. “This is our youth school, we’ve modeled it after a early 20th century building, but the facilities have modern conveniences like air conditioning. “Do you have like, little kids here?” Dan asked. “Yes we have around 30 children in this school, some of them are in our treatment program and others are children of our onsite employees.” “So will I won’t be going to school here right?” Dan asked. “Oh you will be in school Daniel, but not here, this school is for our younger students, you’ll be attending classes back in the A building,” Mr. Smith replied. Dan rolled his eyes at the thought of attending classes, but he didn’t complain. It was still better then prison. They drove around the school to another building, this one was a more modern designed building, but with several childish elements like columns in front of the building made from nursery blocks and shutters pained in bright primary colors. “This is our nursery, besides cases such as yours we also take a small number of younger children which live here,” Mr. Smith explained. They drove around behind the building there was a fenced in area and another open playground filled with toddler aged children running about and playing in bright colored plastic toys. The children’s behavior and yells made Dan a bit nervous, he’d never been a big fan of kids. Dan realized the building was really quite large and wondered just how many kids were in there. They followed the paved path around to another building, this one just a white block building similar to A building. Dan realized they had made a circle and were now back near where they started. “This is B building, it’s mainly support and maintenance, laundry, things like that. This is where you will report for your job, all of our patients have a work assignment, you’ll find out more about that in the coming days,” Mr. Smith explained. They continued on a bit father to one more large building, more industrial than the others. A large overhead door was open a group of young men were inside working on a tractor “This is C building, this is where you will go after you complete schooling and progress through the program, we teach various vocational programs there, welding and agriculture. Those with good behavior are allowed to live in the surrounding farm houses.” “I’ve got to say Mr. Smith, this isn’t really what I was expecting,” Dan said. “Oh really, how so?” “Well I figured something like a mental hospital prison or something,” Dan said. “Ahh, yes we nothing like that, our goal here is to introduce people such as you to an environment where they can be reeducated in proper social norms, you are not a mental patient Daniel. Just remember we will treat you appropriately follow the rules and be on good behavior and your will be rewarded, if you don’t then… there will be consequences.” Mr. Smith’s words ran a shiver down Dan’s backside. “Ahh there’s nurse Grace to take you back to your room,” Mr. Smith said as Dan followed the nurse. Once Dan was out of earshot the doctor turned to Mr. Smith. “The tests are very promising, the advanced treatments haven’t caused any side effects so far, though it’s still too early to tell of course.” “Think positive doctor, things are coming together with Daniel. I think within a few months we’ll know if the newest formula works on not,” Mr. Smith replied. “I certainly hope so, I don’t think we can handle another failure,” the doctor said. Dan was lead back to his cell by the beautiful Nurse Grace and there he found a single book had been left on a book shelf. It was a very old fashioned book called, “A young person’s guide to prudent behavior.” The language was seriously out of date with passages like, “A young person should be seen and not heard,” Dan laughed at the images of children in old fashioned clothing. He fell asleep looking through the book.