The JJ Diaper Twins (Ch. 12 - 4/29/2024)

[BabySofia]

I had a crazy week at work, so just now had a chance to come and catch up on this. I really am enjoying your tale here! Looking forward to more! 🙂

[PamperedPrince]

9 hours ago, BabySofia said:

I had a crazy week at work, so just now had a chance to come and catch up on this. I really am enjoying your tale here! Looking forward to more! 🙂

Thanks!  I am really enjoying being able to write this story just as much as you are enjoying it.  Chapter 10 is on the way!  😀

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 10 : The Most Embarrassing Day of My Life!

Welcome back, my JJ Padded Pals.  I surely hope that you have changed into a fresh diapey because the very next chapter of my life has got to be the most humiliating experience that I ever had.  Forget the accident on the way to Cleveland.  Forget the accident in front of my boyfriend Gary at the King of Prussia Mall.  Forget the messy fireworks that I experienced on the Fourth of July.  The very next thing that I’m about to share will make even the most embarrassing experience that I have had so far seem mild by comparison.  Accident at Twinsburg High School?  That’s child’s play, my JJ Little Babies.  This is your final warning.  Make sure that you’re in a dry diaper before reading this, or you’re going to have a bad accident to clean up.  You have been warned, my JJ Little Fam.

At this point, I’m going to just assume that you have heeded the above warning and I’m going to continue with my story (there’s no helping you naughty babies that kept reading without getting a diaper change).

To recap everything from the last chapter, I didn’t even bother to wear my panties the day that I came home with my sister.  In having to deal with the added stress of a job interview the next day and my incontinence becoming worse during the trip to Twins Days, I chose diapers over wearing panties for a short time.  Besides, I would be wearing diapers for the rest of the day anyway if it were a normal stream day, which it wasn’t since my sister and I just got back from Twinsburg and there was no way that I was going to stream after having a vacation that spanned the length of a long weekend.

Although my initial plan was to try re-potty training after getting back from my vacation, the job interview changed all of this.  To make things easier for the job interview, I delayed my re-potty training and wore diapers all day, as my toileting could take a back seat if I am to prepare for a job that could very well change my life.  Being an evening news anchor would be a very big thing for me if I were to get the position.

But then an anxious thought entered my mind regarding the possibility of getting the job.  How would I be able to hide my diapers at work?  There would be no way that I could dress in any outfit that would clearly reveal the outline of my diaper.  I am hoping that they would have an ankle length skirt that would look professional so that it would be able to hide any noticeable bulge.  I would even need an outfit like this for the interview, as wearing panties to the interview would clearly be a recipe for disaster.  There would be no doubt in my mind that they would give me a rejection if I were to have an accident right in front of them.  What kind of person in their right mind would hire an anchor woman who can’t even control her own bladder?  This then needed to be a situation that I needed to avoid right away.

I feared that the absorbency of my Certainty Unisex Fitted Briefs was not enough to handle a large accident if I were to experience one during the interview.  To address this problem, I made another trip to Walgreens while Jen was at work.  And no, I didn’t do Pilates with her or any kind of exercise as I wanted to focus solely on the interview with CBS Philadelphia before I resumed my normal schedule.  At Walgreens, I bought a bag of Size 7 Huggies Overnight Diapers.  Now I know what you’re thinking.  Jillian, there is no way that you can actually fit into a baby diaper.  Well, my JJ Fam, there was obviously no way that I could wear the diaper alone.  From what I have read on different forums, a Size 7 should fit a child with a 21–22-inch waist.  Since I have a 32-inch waist, there is no way that this diaper was going to fit me.  But those forums gave me another idea when I saw that some of the users were using baby diapers as doublers or stuffers.  This would allow my diaper to hold one massive wetting in the Huggies diaper before it ended up leaking into my other diaper.  With this being the case, I bought the Size 7 Huggies Overnight Diapers.  With there being 13 diapers in one bag, that should be more than enough to handle my interview for today.

I brought the diapers home and began putting my plan into motion.  Since I wanted to practice my interviewing questions and answers, I wanted to prepare my diaper ahead of time before the interview.  I entered my room and laid out another Certainty Unisex Fitted Brief.  I folded it open and peeled open the back waist band with the two wide tapes and the front waist band.  I then opened the bag of Size 7 Huggies Overnight Diapers and pulled out a diaper.  I felt the crispness of the diaper as I opened the cloth backing, which felt more durable than my diaper, since this was a baby diaper intended for overnight wettings.  I opened the front wings that lined the front of the waist band and peeled open the back wings, which had the two Velcro tapes.  I stretched the diaper a few times and fluffed it before sitting it down over the opened-up Certainty diaper.  I carefully ran my fingers along the leg cuffs of the Huggies diaper and pulled the cuffs outward. 

With my diaper now ready to wear for my interview later on, I spent the rest of the time preparing for it.  The only exception was a short break where I made a brief lunch for myself. I cooked 15 Pepperoni Pizza Rolls in the microwave and had them with a couple of handfuls of Cheetos.  I would save dessert for after the interview as I felt that my dessert had to be earned on a day like this.

After lunch, I walked over to the kitchen sink and washed the Cheetle (Cheeto residue) off my fingers.  Rather than licking the Cheetle off of my fingers, I didn’t have time to do that today.  With my interview at 1:00, it was now 12:04.  I only had about an hour to go, and another 15 minutes to prepare before I began dressing myself for the interview.

That time went by so fast and before I knew it, I was laying on the floor in just my bra with both diapers (heavily powdered) between my legs.  I folded the Huggies diaper first so that it covered my waist.  I then folded my larger diaper over and pinched both diapers together as I sat up.  I fastened the wide tapes of my Certainty diaper and then began resituating the Huggies diaper stuffer inside until it completely covered my crotch.  The waistline of the Huggies diaper was perfectly lined up with the Certainty diaper on the outside.  I pulled out the leg cuffs of the Huggies diaper again just to be sure that they were situated correctly and tugged on both of the Huggies diaper tapes so that they were sticking out of both my legs.  I peeled open each tape and fastened the Velcro to both sides of my cloth backed diaper butt.  That all the more reminded me of the wonderful advantage of cloth backed diapers.  I didn’t need Velcro for the landing zone as the Velcro tapes will even stick to the cloth backing.

Now comfortably diapered, I took my soggy diaper from lunch and stuffed it in a scented garbage bag that I had sitting in the closet.  My hand washing routine after diaper changes followed.  I then put on a dark grey ankle length skirt.  I then put on a black collared blouse over my bra and then put on a dark grey suit jacket that matched the color of my skirt.  It was basically the same outfit that I wore during my internship in Cleveland.  I put on black pumps and grabbed a file folder, a small notebook, and a couple pens in case I needed to take notes.  I stuffed these items in my smaller purse and grabbed my car keys.  From what Google told me, CBS Philadelphia only took 3 minutes to get there by car.  With it being 12:24, I practiced interviewing for another 15 minutes.

I then drove out of the parking deck and drove to CBS Philadelphia for the interview.  I went down North 15^th Street and took a right onto Arch Street.  Then a right onto North 16^th Street.  I followed this road for about six city blocks before I arrived at the news studio.  I was a little nervous, but I took a deep breath and swallowed.  Should any kind of accident happen at all during the interview, I was wearing a diaper with a stuffer, and no one would even know that I had the accident.

I got out of the car and grabbed my purse, making sure to keep my cell phone in there during the interview at all times, and that my cell phone was put on silent.  I checked my skirt below to make sure that there was no noticeable bulge in my diaper.  While this was not the case, I did notice a soft crinkling sound that I only heard when I was walking.  I am hoping that nobody at the interview notices that sound.  I walked forward towards the CBS Philadelphia studio and entered the doors, hoping that a new future awaited behind it.

About an hour and a half later, the interview was over.  Any kind of nervousness that I had before entering the building immediately melted away when I saw Melinda Thompson, the hiring manager and news director for CBS Philadelphia (KYW-TV).  Melinda was more than happy to see me, and she wasted no time in escorting me to a small board room that had four other people dressed professionally.  Two of them were men and the other two were women, and they all worked for Melinda.  One of the women in the board room was Lindsey Croft, a news producer that was responsible for creating all of the news stories and organizing them for all of the journalists.  Edward Toft was the Sales Manager and was responsible for working with different clients to sell all the station’s available commercial time.  Martin Brady was the current news anchor that is serving on the interim due to a tragic event that happened to the previous news anchor.  Finally, Allison McDonald was the President and General Manager of CBS KYW-TV and WPSG Philadelphia.  While she didn’t really ask any questions, she was only there to observe all the interview candidates while Melinda led the interview.

The interview format rotated between Melinda, Lindsey, Edward, and Martin, with Allison giving her remarks every now and then, before making a few brief notes on the notepad.  In a lot of my answers, I described different job related scenarios at my internship at WOIO (Channel 19), a CBS News affiliate serving the Cleveland area in Shaker Heights.  They all looked very impressed with my answers and really loved the kind of energy that I brought to the room.  I didn’t really think much of it, as this was the way that I normally conducted myself in a newsroom.  I am always nervous until I end up meeting the people that I’m talking to.  After that, I am very comfortable in front of any audience.

After they spent an hour grilling me with challenging questions, the time came for me to ask them any questions that I may have.  I had my question list boiled down to only 10, as I only wanted to ask the most important questions when it came to working at KYW-TV.  A few of the questions had to do with onboarding, vacation, employee development, continued education, knowledge transfer and training (considering that I found out that the former news anchor was killed in a fatal car accident), and other similar questions.  I then gave my closing remarks and thanked everyone there for their time.

After 30 minutes of asking them questions, Melinda, still looking very impressed, gave her closing remarks, as did Lindsey, Edward, and Martin.  To make me feel even happier, Allison spoke up.

“We would love to have you as a part of our team.”  Allison said, looking very pleased.

Following Allison’s remark, I heard a “But…” from Melinda.  While I did do very well in the interview, they still needed to interview three more candidates.  They would provide me with their final decision by Tuesday, which would leave me wondering the entire weekend.  I asked for every one of their business cards on the way out so that I could write a thank you letter, which I could almost hand deliver to the news station considering how I am in such close proximity to CBS Philadelphia.

Melinda thanked me again for my time and she kindly escorted me to the entrance of the news studio.

When I got back to the car, I immediately checked my diaper.  Sure enough, the Huggies diaper was completely soaked.  I must have been so focused in talking to them during the interview that I didn’t even realize that my bladder was releasing.  It’s a very good thing that I wore that stuffer as I would’ve surely risked a leak if I wore just my normal diaper without it.

After I got back to the apartment, I immediately wrote the thank you letter and mailed it.  I then ate my well-deserved prize of sweet chocolatey goodness: a Little Debbie fudge round.  I devoured that sweet chocolate sandwich in mere seconds and then prepared for my stream, which would be starting at around 3:00.

For today’s stream, I pretty much kept it simple having just come back from the Twins Days Festival.  I basically streamed Animal Crossing: New Horizons the whole time and made some more progress on my Island.  I also invited the chat to post their islands and I visited a few of theirs.  Like usual, I changed my diaper during the stream breaks and talked to Jen about how the interview went.

When Jen heard how well I thought that I did, she clutched both of my arms and smiled.  “Oh Jill,” she said.  “I surely hope that you get that job.”

I nodded.  “I hope that I get the job too…”

I resumed the stream and played Animal Crossing until 9:00.  I discussed a possible change in the streaming schedule should I get the job with CBS Philadelphia.  I then closed the stream for the night.

I then got ready for bed, and I diapered myself with my normal diaper, plus a Huggies Overnight as a stuffer.  I had only 68 diapers left before I ran out of the Certainty Unisex Fitted Briefs.  I said good night to my sister and went to bed, feeling the rustling of my diaper as I got into bed…

Over the next few days, I began trying to re-potty train myself, but was met with very frustrating results.  Almost every time that I tried to make it to the toilet, I always ended up peeing all over the tiling on the bathroom floor, or even worse, the carpeting if I was further away from the bathroom.  The Kegel exercises were not working and staying fully hydrated only made my bladder accidents more frequent.  Whenever I was deep in thought or fully focused, I always ended up pissing myself.  By the time that I got to Friday morning, I was sick of having accident after accident with no way to have any control over my bladder.  Completely frustrated, I called a doctor’s office through the Penn Medicine University of Pennsylvania Health System and set up a physical checkup.  The next available appointment was August 28^th so I could not do anything about this problem until then.

Jen too was getting very tired of all my frequent accidents.  All the numerous pee stains made it impossible to get a cleaning service to clean the carpet.

That Friday, my twin sister put her foot down.  After work, she grabbed me by the arms and gave me a serious stare.

“Jill!” she shouted.  “I know that you are trying to re-potty train yourself.  But do you know what?  It’s not working!  All you’re doing is getting pee all over the apartment.  I have lost count of how many pee stains that you have left on the carpet over the past few days.  No more panties, Jill.  You will need to wear diapers until you are able to get into a doctor…”

My cheeks turned red, and my eyes began to well up in tears.  “But I don’t want to wear diapers for the rest of my life!” I wailed.  “I thought this was only a temporary thing.  Something that I could just ride out until I could fix it.  So, I went along with it, but my bladder is not on board with me…*sniff* *sniff*”

Jen gave me a hug and wiped a few tears out of her eyes.  “Jill, I also wanted it to be temporary.  But do you know what?  It’s a problem that you still have to deal with.  Will there be a solution from the doctor?  We don’t know.  All you can do is live each day a day at a time.  Why don’t you try that, Jill? Okay?”

I nodded as I continued to cry into my twin sister’s arms.

That Saturday, Gary took me on another date.  When I told him about my worsening incontinence, he gave me a big hug.  I cried into his chest as he hugged me for 20 minutes before we even entered the King of Prussia Mall.  When I told him about the Huggies that I used for doublers, he told me that while it was a good temporary fix, it just wouldn’t do.  He shifted the topic to offer suggestions for a stronger and more absorbent diaper that could handle my heavier wettings.

Gary found a website on his cellphone and showed it to me.  “Here it is, Jill.  Trest.”

I looked at the website that Gary was showing me.  It featured a display of different diapers in five different colors: Blue, Pink, White, Green, and Purple.  Instead of having two wide tapes, it had four plastic tapes with a thick plastic backing.

“9500 mL…” Gary told me.  “Now what are those Certainty briefs you are wearing?”

I sighed.  “Some online sources that I have read has the absorbency at around 1200 mL…”

Gary gasped.  “Well, that settles it.  Use up the rest of those and don’t get anymore.  I’m ordering 15 bags of Trest. What color do you want?”

“Pink.” I muttered with my face to the floor.

Gary then eyed my waistline.  “And, they have a small and medium.  Medium might be better, as small would be a little snug on you…”

“Fine…” I said with my arms crossed.  “Get more diapers for Baby Jill…”

Gary gave me a look of concern and patted me on the arm.  “Jill, you need to just go through with it.  I told you about my younger sister, Susan, right?  Well, Susan also hated wearing diapers.  She had that same attitude that you’re having right now, so I totally get the frustration.”

“But…” I told Gary while pouting.  “Susan only had to wear diapers until she was nine.  How long will I need diapers?”

Gary looked at me and hugged me.  “Jill, I don’t know.  That’s why you’re going to a doctor for a checkup.  It’s on the 28^th, right?”

I nodded.  “Let’s just go into the mall.”  I unzipped my backpack purse that Gary bought me for Twins Days.  I now have decided to give it the nickname diaper bag because that’s all I basically use it for.  I showed Gary the four diapers and changing supplies that were in the bag.  “See Gary? Plenty of diapers.  Let’s go inside now…”

“It will be okay Jill,” Gary said, trying to reassure me.

For the next three hours, Gary and I wandered around in King of Prussia Mall.  And like any good boyfriend, he spoiled me with more clothing purchases.  Another skirt, a couple more pajama sets from Nordstrom, and one more swimsuit.  After the two hours of shopping, we ate at Legal Sea Foods and I ordered the usual, only I ate my Lobster Mac and Cheese at the restaurant this time instead of ordering it to go. 

While Gary was waiting for the bill to arrive, I retreated to a bathroom stall to change my diaper.  It was the second time that I had to change my diaper while at the mall.  The first time was right after we shopped at Nordstrom.  Like the diaper before this one, it was another soaked diaper.  With my track record of soaking so many diapers without any conscious effort, I am totally convinced that I have virtually no bladder control anymore.  For all I know, my bladder muscles could have atrophied, which would clearly explain my sudden loss of bladder control over the past month.  I don’t even remember when I pee my diaper anymore.  Whenever it happens, I just notice the sensation of it when it occurs instead of my brain sending a signal to my bladder indicating when I have to pee.  I get that feeling every now and then, but it is starting to become more rare.  This idea of trying to re-potty train myself is starting to become more like wishful thinking at this point.  I removed the soaked diaper and carefully sat it on the toilet paper dispenser while I got out a new diaper.  I quickly went through the diapering routine and fastened both wide tapes onto a new Certainty diaper.  While I’m beginning to miss my panties, I guess that diapers are going to be my new underwear now.  At least for now, I hoped.  I pulled my skirt back down so that it covered my ankles again and placed the soaked diaper into a plastic back before placing it back into my diaper bag to dispose of it at a later time.  This will be when Gary takes me back to his place, as he didn’t mind me disposing my diapers in his trash.

I exited the bathroom and Gary already had the bill paid with the tip included.  We both left the restaurant and made our way back to the parking lot.

Once back at Gary’s place, he showed me a few more retro games on the NES before he got out another one of his retro consoles: the SNES.

While I have played a lot of the NES games, I haven’t really gotten into the SNES library yet.  Gary showed me Super Mario World, The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past, and Super Mario RPG.  Having played all three Super Mario Bros. games plus the Lost Levels, I really wanted to start playing some SNES games.  The SNES Legend of Zelda was also fun to watch.  I have beaten both quests of Legend of Zelda and have even managed to beat the very hard Zelda II: The Adventure of Link (both Thunderbird and Dark Link took me forever, even with save states).  Now Super Mario RPG was exciting since I never played an RPG before.

After Gary showed me the games, he went upstairs and began his GaretheBear stream on Twitch.  This time, I decided to show my face.  Gary told them that I had a streaming channel called JillianPlays and that they should go and follow me.  I then made the shameless plug that my streams were Monday through Friday from 3:00 PM to 9:00 PM.

Gary was now very far into Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom at this point.  He had a lot of heart containers and was spending a lot of time in the sky, going to various different shrines.  There was another raid, but it wasn’t as big as the one that I saw the last time.  Most of my dates with Gary have either been at the mall, at the movies, or at a restaurant.  Every once in a while, I was at his house, but I didn’t participate in his streams, until tonight.

In the middle of the stream, I excused myself to go into the bathroom to change my diaper.  I only told the stream that I had to use the bathroom, but they didn’t know about my toileting issues.

After a couple hours, Gary ended his stream and took me back to my apartment.  I said good night to my sister, and I got ready for bed.  I put on a new diaper.  I had only 48 diapers left, and with me using about 5 diapers per day now, I would now be going through about 35 diapers per week.  This would mean that I would be through my remaining diapers in about a couple weeks and will be able to start using the new Trest diapers in time for my doctor’s appointment on the 28^th.

Sunday was just another day.  While my sister went to church with Joey, I once again didn’t want to go.  I was too upset about my incontinence to want to go.  Besides, how would I manage my diaper changes at church?

Monday came at last.  For today’s Monday outfit, I decided to wear a pair of grey jogging pants for a change.  While my diaper peeked out a little bit past my waist, the shirt that I had on was big enough to cover the diaper.  I was ready for another week, as I would be able to find out whether or not I got the job at CBS Philadelphia.  While I was uncertain about my job prospects, I kept searching for work just in case I got a rejection from the interview.

Besides that, Monday was very slow for job prospects.  I had my lunch and continued searching until 2:00.  There wasn’t a single job to apply for today.

I got ready for another stream and checked my stats from last week.  Between the new follows that I got during the week, and my shameless plug on GaretheBear’s stream, I gained 77 new followers and 35 new Tier 1 subs.  Starting today, that would change, as I finally have all the emotes where I want them.  With that being the case, both Tier 2 and Tier 3 are now officially available.  Glytter is also in the process of working on a bit-emote called JillianGolden (an animated me, but flashing in solid gold).  For anyone to unlock JillianGolden, they will need to donate at least a total of 100,000 bits.  There are also a couple of lesser bit-emotes that she is also working on that will unlock at 1,000 and 5,000 bits, but she hasn’t made them yet.

For today’s stream, I was very excited as I knew exactly what game I was going to play next.  I was going to play Super Mario World.  I may play it the entire stream, depending on how long it will take to get through everything.

Before I knew it, it was about 5 minutes to 3:00.  I got all my drinks ready and clicked the “Go Live” button on Twitch.

While it was on the “Starting Soon” scene, I made sure that I pulled my shirt over my diaper, since it was situated in a weird way where it would’ve revealed my diaper if I didn’t fix it.  With my shirt now fixed, I waited five more minutes before I started the stream.

I started the stream with Just Chatting, and asked everyone how their weekend went. I introduced the Tier 2 and Tier 3 subscriptions, but it was no surprise that I didn’t get any right away.  After chatting for another 20 minutes, I just started into Super Mario World.

Within the first hour, I managed to complete Yoshi’s Island and was about halfway through Donut Plains.  At this point, I decided to take a break.

I got up, went to the bathroom, and changed into a new diaper.  Like usual, my diaper was soaking wet from all the water that I drank toward the beginning of the stream.  I also drank a can of Mountain Dew so I believe that it had more to do with that than the water.

After another diaper change, I walked back into the room and approached my desk.  I stood there for a few seconds and then saw something that made my heart sink.  The front waist of my diaper was sticking out of my jogging pants and was in clear view of the camera for every one of the Twitch audience to see.  And with there being 64 currently in the audience, that is like standing in front of 64 people.  I quickly sat down with my face burning red, hoping that nobody saw my diaper.

I checked the chat window just to be sure.  But my greatest fears were fully realized when I saw the numerous comments in the chat:

MewMewGirl1998: Diaper…JillianGasp

SacredSteve: Huh?  A diaper?

Madelroxasis:  Is that a diaper? JillianGasp JillianGasp  JillianGasp

PrettyCakeCatGirl:  Is Jillian wearing a diaper?

Radsonicfan94:  I saw it!  Right before she sat down…a diaper!

Midnightmistress:  So did I!

KitdeliciousKat:  Me too!

MewMewGirl1998: Jillian do you have a problem?

LforLuigi95: Or is she just lazy?

MewMewGirl1998:  Lazy?  No.  Not all people who wear diapers are lazy Luigi.

SpicySparkleSteph:  What did I miss?

PrettyCakeCatGirl:  You missed Jillian wearing a diaper.

SpicySparkleSteph:  WHAAAAAT?  Jillian wears diapers?

TacoBill:  But don’t babies wear diapers?

MewMewGirl1998:  No Bill People with bladder problems also wear diapers.

ItsaLee:  I missed it.  Jillian was in a diaper?

(Mod Badge) Glytter:  Everyone.  Enough.

(Mod Badge) PrettyPanda89:  Can we please drop the whole diaper thing with Jillian?  I don’t want to force any timeouts.

(Mod Badge) TinyTrish:  Everyone.  We get it.  Let’s discuss this matter no more, okay?

MewMewGirl1998: Got it!  No more mention of the D-word everyone!

I was silently relieved that my three mods managed to silence the chat regarding my embarrassing wardrobe malfunction.  But that did not change the fact that more than 60 people caught a brief glimpse of me wearing a diaper.  And the ones that missed it were reminded of it.

I resumed playing Super Mario World for a couple of levels before telling the entire stream that I needed to take another break.  It wasn’t that I needed a diaper change this time, but that I was so embarrassed about what just happened that I couldn’t even focus on the stream right now.  I just could not believe it.  Now my normal JillianPlays audience knows that I wear diapers.  Is it really their business to know?  My accidental flashing of my diaper has gotten me very upset.  And it really wasn’t an actual flash, as the diaper only peeked a little bit out of my pants, and I didn’t pull down my pants to expose my full diaper to them.  So if anything, it was only a partial flash.

I noticed a few whispers coming into my feed.  Fortunately, I have my whisper settings so that I would have to approve them before they could even whisper me.  I noticed one approved whisper from Glytter.  I read it out to myself:

Glytter:  You should appoint MewMewGirl1998 as a new mod.  She would do a wonderful job.  Also, I will want to talk to you about the diaper thing after stream if you have a few minutes.  Is that okay?

“Yes it is.”  I typed, before sending my whisper back to Glytter.

From the embarrassment that I had to endure, I took another half hour before I returned back to the stream.  I decided to resume for a little while and finished Donut Plains.  A few hours later, I was working on the first few levels of Vanilla Dome.  After finishing the last level before going out to the pipe at the top, I decided to end the stream an hour early, due to the embarrassment that I had to deal with today.  I decided that I would appoint MewMewGirl1998 as a mod on the next stream that I have.

With the stream over, it was only a few seconds before I saw my cellphone ringing and seeing Glytter on the caller ID.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hi Jill!  How are you doing tonight?  Are you doing okay?”

I sighed.  “What do you think?  You clearly saw what happened…”

“Yes Jill.  I saw the whole thing!  You were standing in your chair for just a few seconds.  And then you started to look a little nervous.  I’m sure that it was because of a little bit of your diaper was peeking out of your pants.  And since you were so embarrassed, you sat down quickly!  It was a white diaper.  The cheap kind that you find at a pharmacy.  I’m sorry, Jill but with a photographic memory like mine, there are so many details about that moment that I cannot unsee.”

I sighed.  “It’s okay.  I should’ve been more careful about hiding it.”

“Jill, I don’t mean to pry into your personal life, but that diaper was on public display for us to see for a couple of seconds.  Can you at least tell me why you are wearing a diaper?  I know you’re not wearing it to be lazy.  So, is it for convenience or incontinence?”

“Incontinence,” I softly muttered.  “It has gotten worse over the past month, and I have scheduled a doctor’s appointment to look into the matter.”

“Incontinence?  Well, it’s a very difficult thing to live with, but doable.  To be forthcoming and very personal, I am also incontinent.  My incontinence began when I was five years old.  When did your incontinence began, and dare I say, how?”

“You are not going to believe this,” I told Glytter.  “But it actually began back in June, when I first moved to Philadelphia to go live with my sister.  They invited me to a very fancy restaurant and treated me to my own bottle of wine.  It was red wine and I got very drunk.  Everything else was a blur that evening but I remember waking up seeing vomit all over the floor in my room.  I was also covered in pee.  Since that night, I have been wetting the bed and eventually needed to wear diapers.  I didn’t know wine could make me incontinent.  Weird huh?”

“Jill, I don’t think it was the wine.”

I sighed.  “That’s what my sister told me.  If it’s not the wine, what is it?”

“Think about every detail that happened that night that you got drunk.  Yes, the wine could’ve made you have that one accident, but the effects should long have worn off by now.  Can you remember anything from that night?”

I shook my head.  “I remember the restaurant, and then I remember waking up in vomit and pee.  I blacked out for everything else.”

“Well, did your sister help you get home?  Ask her about what she saw, for something might have happened that night.  Something that you can’t remember.”

I nodded.  “I’ll ask her tomorrow when she gets off of work.  Now, how did you lose your continence at five?”

“Well, it’s something that I totally regret now, but it’s not anything that I can undo.  My silly immature five-year-old self just didn’t want to get potty trained…period.  Since I was two, I just didn’t want to learn. As to why I didn’t want to learn, I can’t tell you that yet.”

I frowned.  “Why Glytter?”

“Well, let’s just say that it has something to do with my dwarfism.  Anyway, since I was two, I firmly resisted the potty.  My mother always tried to potty train me again every new birthday, but I didn’t want to go. And as the years went by of me always letting go of my bladder, I started to find it harder to hold anything in.  My peeing was so automatic that I couldn’t even tell when I was peeing anymore…”

I gasped.  “That’s exactly what’s going on with me.”

“it is, Jill?  Could you be experiencing atrophy in your bladder muscles?  I still would get an opinion from your doctor though.  Are you getting a checkup?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“See a urologist and have them check you out.  The one that I see every year always tells me that my bladder muscles don’t work.  If you still have any feeling in your bladder muscles, there is still hope for you.  Also, one more thing before we hang up.”

I nodded.  “Yes Glytter?”

“Can you give me your address?  There is something that I really want to send to you.  I can’t tell you what it is, but I know that you will like it.”

“Sure.”

I gave Glytter my address at Metro City Apartments in Philadelphia.

“Thanks Jill!  I will order it tonight.  It should be there in a few days…Good night, Jill!”

“Good night, Glytter!”

I hung up the phone.  I then talked to my sister and said good night to her.  I already had dinner during that half hour break that I took during the stream.

I diapered myself and got in my bed.  I then fell asleep, hoping that tomorrow would be a better day…

As I got up on that Tuesday, it started off as any normal day would, except for the fact that I was now resigned to the fate of the worsening condition of my bladder.  I was now beginning my fourth consecutive day of wearing diapers 24/7.  I could no longer make this a choice as my bladder accidents have made diapers absolutely necessary from my failed attempts to re-potty train myself.  And to make matters worse, my normal Twitch audience is now fully aware of my diapers and there is no way to undo the unfortunate event that happened yesterday.  And if that were not embarrassing and frustrating enough, I am now finding myself having accidents right in the middle of my diaper changes.  I think that I am in the clear to change my diaper when I find myself peeing trickles of pee out, forcing me to press the front of my diaper against my waist to hold in the pee before I can even properly fasten the diaper around myself.  To try to resolve this problem, I have often made frequent checks to see if I feel any new drops of pee coming into my diaper before I take it off and change into a new one.  Considering that Glytter told me that she was also incontinent, I may talk to her and find out how she manages these frustrating diaper changes.  I may very well need to have a plastic mat over my whole room or just change in the bathroom to prevent any more accidents while changing.  Or I could get a changing mat to catch any pee that may escape.

I got through all of my morning routine.  Shower, new diaper, clothing, and then breakfast before beginning my job search.  It was now 8:47 AM and I was just entering my bedroom to begin my job search when I got a incoming call on my cellphone.  The caller ID read CBS Philadelphia.  Oh.  My.  Gosh.  Could this be the call that I’m waiting for?

I swiped the answer button.  “Hello?”

“Am I speaking to Jillian Jenners?” the voice asked me.

“This is…” I told her.

“This is Melinda Thompson, vice president and News Director for CBS Philadelphia.  How are you doing this morning?”

“Great…” I told her.

“That’s good to hear.  Now this call is regarding the interview that you had this last week.  Having interviewed all the candidates, we would like to congratulate you and have you on board as the newest member of our team.”

My heart skipped a beat, and I felt so happy that I was beginning to cry tears of joy.  “That’s…great…”

“From the first time that we saw your credentials, I knew that we just had to get you on board.  And when we checked with WOIO in Cleveland, they spoke very well of you, and it made it even easier for us to make our decision.  Are you okay, Miss Jenners?”

“Yes!” I cried.  “I’m just so happy!”

“That is wonderful to hear, Miss Jenners.  Let all that joy come out.  Now, here is what is going to happen next.  I have already contacted HR, and they have prepared the job offer.  Review it carefully and let me know if you have any questions.  Once you have carefully reviewed it, contact me and let me know if you are going to accept or reject the offer.  The salary should reflect what you should expect at the degree that you have earned.  There are opportunities for promotions and wages, and we will fully fund your schooling if you would like to go for a Master’s degree in communications and broadcasting.  If you want my opinion, I would go for the degree, as it would give you a much higher salary.”

I tried to respond to what Melinda just told me, but all I could do was cry happy tears.  Finally, I managed to choke out a few more words.  “That’s…great.  I will look at the offer and let you know!  *sob* *sniff*”

“Take your time, Miss Jenners.  I know that this is a very important decision and given careful consideration and time, we know that you’ll make the right one.  Enjoy the rest of your day and contact me once you have made your decision.”

I grabbed a tissue and wiped the tears out of my eyes before blowing my nose.  “I will!  Talk to you later Melinda!”

“Same to you, Miss Jenners.  Goodbye!”

I hung up, and continued happily sobbing about my new job opportunity that was finally within my grasp.

I got into my computer chair and checked the emails.  Sure enough, there was a email from CBS Philadelphia that had the congratulation and job offer in it.  I opened the PDF attachment and found the official offer.  The Position was Evening News Anchor, and the base salary was $56,532.  Considering that Melinda told me about pursuing a Master’s degree in Communications and Broadcasting, I definitely wanted to consider this, as the salary for this position was nowhere near the $148,000 that my twin sister was making as a CPA at Conway, Phillips, & Associates.  I would guess that I would need the kind of job that Melinda or Allison had to start making six figures.  The Master’s Degree would definitely give me a good salary as an anchor but I would need to start leading people if I really wanted to make the big bucks.

I continued looking at the other details of the offer.  If hired, I would be given a certain percentage of equity in the company.  They would also match my 401K contributions up to 4%.  A 3% wage increase was guaranteed if my performance was satisfactory and a 5% wage increase would be rewarded if my performance was outstanding.  A yearly bonus would be rewarded if CBS Philadelphia performed well. This payout would be matched against my performance and months spent on the grid (which would only be about 3 months, if hired in mid-August).  I would be given 10 days of paid vacation, with an extra day of paid vacation added every year.  My health insurance would be Blue Cross Blue Shield if hired.

Before I could even continue looking at the offer, I saw my cellphone vibrating on the computer desk table.  BUZZ!  BUZZ!  BUZZ!

I checked the caller ID to see that it was an incoming call from Glytter.  I swiped the answer button.  “Hello?  Glytter?”

“Yes?” I asked, sounding very surprised at the tone of Glytter’s voice.  She sounded very upset.  “What is it?”

“Go to your TikTok right now.  You are NOT going to like what you’re about to see.”

I opened my TikTok app and the very first thing that I saw was what was under the trending video section.  It showed a video thumbnail of me from the stream that I recorded yesterday.  I was standing in my grey jogging pants, with the front of my diaper peeking out.  “No…” I said in disbelief.   “No no no no no no no no no!!!  Why the fuck would they do this?”

I could hear a gasp coming from Glytter as I held the receiver to my ear.  “Just calm down, Jill…”

But I couldn’t calm down.  Upon closer inspection of the TikTok video, I saw that the video had 26,000 views and 5,000 likes.  A second later, that updated to 27,000 views and 5,200 likes.  The video was titled “Diaper Girl” and it was just 35 seconds long.  I clicked on the video, and I just couldn’t believe what I saw.

The video consisted of a repeated loop of me standing, before crouching and standing again.  After it played the clip of me crouching, that clip played in reverse to give the illusion of me “standing back up”.  The video was zoomed in so that everyone would clearly see the diaper that was peeking out from underneath my jogging pants.  And here’s the worst part.  A music clip from Salt-N-Pepa’s Push It! (TMW Remix) was playing.  The beginning of the song played with the refrain repeating “Ooh, baby baby, baby baby, Ooh baby baby, ba-baby baby…”  The song was perfectly synced to my standing and crouching animation.

I turned off the video.  I just couldn’t watch it anymore.  My cheeks were now burning, and I began crying.  The embarrassing incident of what happened yesterday was now made a lot worse.  What was supposed to be a minor one-off incident has now blown up into a stupid meme.  I screamed, now embarrassed and upset.  “Who is the sick and twisted fuck who posted this?” I shouted.  “Oh!!!!  I want to beat the shit out of them!”

Glytter was still on the phone.  “Jill! Jill! Calm down!  We will sort through this.  You don’t even need to stream tonight…”

“But I WANT to stream tonight!” I protested in a loud shriek.  “I need the video games tonight to take my mind off of this nightmare…”

I glanced at the home page of TikTok again.  The Diaper Girl video was still trending and was now at 31,000 views and 5,800 likes.  I clicked on the video and paused it to avoid hearing the music played to the cringy animation.  That’s where I saw something that made my heart sink.  Right below where I was in my crouch/stand animation, the link to my JillianPlays Twitch profile was clearly visible.  “No!” I shouted.  “Now the sick bastards are going to invade my Twitch account!”

“Jill! Relax.  We’re going to ban anyone who does something inappropriate.  We can even make diaper a banned word.  Now, are you going to appoint MewMewGirl1998 as a mod?  She seems very capable.  I have already PM’d her and she sounds very interested.”

“Yes,” I told Glytter, sounding annoyed.  “Over the next few days, we’re going to need a lot of mods.  Can you help with the vetting?  I will appoint them.”  I glanced and checked the trending page on TikTok again.  Diaper Girl was now at 50,000 views and 7,000 likes.  “We’ll talk in a few hours when my stream starts at 3:00.  I’m going to need a nice video game to take my mind off of this.”

“And you’re going to get that, Jill.  Don’t worry about the weirdos.  Us mods will take care of them.  I would also suggest that you include a new rule in your about page about this matter.”

I nodded. “I will just warn them that there will be no discussion about my special problem, or they WILL be banned.”

“Okay.  Sorry that this is happening, Jill.  Talk to you later!  Bye!”

I hung up and glanced back at the job offer that was still open.  I then got onto Twitch and checked to see if anything has changed since the TikTok video that was apparently uploaded last night, according to the details that were listed on the TikTok video.  When my stream ended last night, the number of followers was around 156.  The current number of followers is now around 659.  I gained 500 more followers overnight!  I then saw a backlog that made my jaw drop.  85 new subs awaited to be played the next time my stream went live.  57 new Tier 1 subs, 20 new Tier 2 subs, and 8 Tier 3 subs.

I then glanced back at the job offer that was given to me by CBS Philadelphia.  I now had my doubts in deciding to accept the job offer.  I was in a Catch 22.  If I accept the job offer and get hired at CBS Philadelphia, that TikTok video of me in diapers could go viral and the news story would eventually be picked up by the AP wire before it would be broadcasted on the local news.  This embarrassing revelation would leave a sour taste in the mouths of the news team and would make the situation awkward to work around me.  I would then get fired after just starting a new job.  If I reject the offer, I am still jobless, and this whole hype with the Diaper Girl video would only give me 15 seconds of fame.  After that fame dies out, I would once again go back to being an underpaid Twitch streamer.

But the very thought of the video still made me very angry.  This really was the most embarrassing day of my life. Tens of thousands of people all get to enjoy the newest meme.  A 21-year-old woman with a barely exposed diaper peeking out of her jogging pants performing a standing and crouching dance to a provocative song from the 1980’s.  I glanced at the trending page on TikTok again.  Diaper Girl now had 60,000 views and 7,600 likes.

Hours later, I began gearing up for my stream.  At this point, Glytter managed to find another 20 members that all engaged with my stream on a regular basis.  She sent out a group message, inviting all of them to become mods for JillianPlays.  They all agreed, and from what Glytter told me, they all knew why they were becoming mods due to the recent happening with the unfortunate upload of an embarrassing TikTok video.  Seriously.  I want to beat the living shit out of the person who created that TikTok video!

Prior to the stream starting, I had all of the mods get on early, and the candidates also joined them.  I mass appointed 20 more mods and Glytter helped get a Mod bot online to help with the crowd control.  I clicked the “Go Live” button, having no idea what was about to happen.

The stream was now on the Starting Soon scene, and I heard a series of sub alerts go off for every one of the 85 new subs from earlier.  Another 47 joined them, giving me a total of 132 subs on this day alone.

As I was hearing the round of 132 sub alerts, I saw an explosion of comments in the chat, mentioning Diaper Girl or requests to see my diaper.  One disgusting comment wanted me to send them my used diaper.  Every one of these users were put in timeout and were given only one warning, as the mods would ban them at the very next violation.  I watched as a flurry of users were being put into timeout due to their use of the word “diaper”.  When I saw the audience, my heart skipped a beat.  I could not believe it.  There were 287 people that were watching me right now in the audience.  24 of those people were mods that were busy at putting out the toxic flames that were fanned from the influx of traffic that came from the TikTok video that was becoming increasingly more viral by the hour.  Upon starting the stream, Diaper Girl had 130,000 views and 15,800 likes.

I got my usual water and Mountain Dew and started the stream, making a very important statement.

“Good afternoon and welcome to our Tuesday stream!” I announced.  “I am JillianPlays, and I would like to address the recent controversy that just happened overnight.  I know that a lot of you are here because of a certain TikTok video that somebody posted regarding something very personal about me.  Now, I’m only going to say it once.  If I or the mods see you bring up anything inappropriate relating to the nature of the content of that TikTok video, you will be banned from this channel.  Don’t even try typing in the word “diaper” either because we made it a banned word.  The purpose of this channel is to share my newfound love of video games with all of you, and we are going to move forward with that intended mission.  If you have any questions or concerns about what you saw on that TikTok video, I have a Discord that we can discuss this on.  Bring your discussion there but keep it off of this channel.  Now, I want to forgo the Just Chatting and start Super Mario World early.  Who’s ready for some wholesome gaming?”

The speech that I gave to my Twitch audience seemed to calm down some of the chat.  The banned comments began to lessen as I began to see a flood of JillianCheer’s and JillianYAY’s.  Seeing the scrolling display of those two emotes being spammed made me smile.  I glanced at the audience counter and saw that I was now at 304 people currently viewing my stream.  I switched inputs from my webcam to my Nintendo Switch.  As I got to the loading screen for the SNES Channel, MewMewGirl1998 gifted 10 Tier 1 Subs to the community.  That meant that 10 random followers of my channel would receive a free Tier 1 sub to JillianPlays. This would be complete with all the Tier 1 emotes, plus ad free viewing on my channel.

“Thank you, Mew for gifting 10 subs to the community!” I said with a smile.

I continued playing Super Mario World and over the next hour, I received 25 more subs to my channel.  15 Tier 1 subs, 8 Tier 2 Subs, and 2 Tier 3 Subs. There was also a generous newcomer named Lamtastic that kept gifting me 1,000 bits.  This started a crazy bidding spree where I received 1,000 bit donations left and right.  MewMewGirl1998 then shocked me.  She gifted me 10,000 bits!  I was totally blown away by the generosity of my growing community.  The mods still had to deal with a lot of the troublemakers, but my statement made it very clear at the beginning.  I wasn’t going to take any more of anyone’s shit today.

The bits and new subs created a hype train, which was a four-minute period where the Twitch audience had a chance to win new hype train emotes if they donated a minimum of 100 bits.  The hype train had numerous levels, based on the number of donations that were given to the streamer.  With all the crazy donations, my stream reached a level 7 hype train.  It then achieved level 7 and level 8 was in progress.  But the donations were not enough to achieve level 8.  With that, everyone who donated bits during the hype train got one Level 7 hype train emote.

I continued the stream, playing through Vanilla Dome, Butter Bridge, Cheese Bridge, and the rest of the outside world’s levels before fighting Ludwig in the World 4 Castle.  I took a dinner break before starting on the Forest of Illusion.  Over the next few hours, I completed most of the Forest of Illusion before calling it a stream.  And to all of you JJ Little Besties who are so good at video games, I have this to say to you.  At that time, I was still new to gaming and still learning.  I can’t tell you the number of times that I was told that Super Mario World could be beat 100% in under an hour and a half.  Well, that was my first playthrough, so I died a whole lot.  As I am writing this in the present, I can tell you that I can beat all the exits in about two and a half hours now.

I ended the stream and got a text from Glytter, telling me how proud she was of me being able to professionally handle the embarrassing situation.

I didn’t want to tell my twin sister that CBS Philadelphia gave me a job offer today.  For all I know, I may not be working there, due to a stupid meme video that somebody made of me wearing diapers that was about to go viral.

When Jen asked me about CBS Philadelphia calling me back, I lied to her.  I didn’t want to lie, but I also didn’t want her to know about everything happening on TikTok.  Fortunately, my sister doesn’t have a TikTok account, so she wouldn’t notice the embarrassing video right away.

I said goodnight to my sister and did my nighttime routine.  I diapered myself with another Certainty diaper with a Huggies stuffer.  I then checked the Trending Page on TikTok once again.  Diaper Girl was now at 328,000 views and 38,000 likes.  I gasped.  This was about to get very big.  I got into my queen-sized bed and fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning feeling very rested.  Surprisingly, I slept very well.  I checked the trending page on TikTok, and I was on the verge of panic:  Diaper Girl now had 3.2 million views and 293,000 likes.  I could not believe this.

I got to my computer desk and opened Twitch.  To my surprise, there were another 480 followers, and 120 more subs.  80 tier 1 subs, 35 Tier 2 subs, and 5 Tier 3 Subs.  This was just unbelievable.

That did it.  At this point, I did something that I would most certainly totally regret.  I called CBS Philadelphia and rejected the offer. I can’t remember everything that was said.  All I know is that I told Melinda that I had found another opportunity elsewhere and I had to reject the offer.  Melinda sounded a little disappointed but told me that she would call the next candidate.  I hung up the phone and sighed.  I would surely take the backlash from my twin sister later for rejecting what I considered to be the job of a lifetime.  For now, I just wanted to focus on the popularity surrounding the Diaper Girl video and how that video funneled traffic directly to my Twitch channel.

And that, my JJ Little Besties, was my most embarrassing day of my life, and a little bit of the aftermath the next day.

Now that you saw how the fire began with the Diaper Girl video on TikTok, just you wait.  Now, what’s going to happen when gasoline is poured on that baby?  What am I going to do to deal with my daily issues with incontinence?   What will I find out at the doctor’s office?  All this and more will be covered in the next chapter.

Stay tuned, my JJ Little Besties and sleep well.  The next days and weeks to come are about to get very interesting…

[BabySofia]

33 minutes ago, PamperedPrince said:

The next days and weeks to come are about to get very interesting…

Can't wait to read about them! 🙂

[PamperedPrince]

2 minutes ago, BabySofia said:

Can't wait to read about them! 🙂

Oh, I have only begun to scratch the surface.  For the next chapter, you really get to see the "gasoline" in action.  There are still some unanswered questions regarding Jill's condition that will be explored in more detail.  Also, how long is Jill going to hide the truth about the big rejection to her sister?  Will Jill's 15 seconds of fame run out? (Even fires started from gasoline eventually go out...)  I pretty much have this entire story planned out so you will just have to see what happens next... 😄

[PamperedPrince]

What does everyone think of Jillian's Story in The JJ Diaper Twins so far?

The initial things that I wanted to explore in this story included twin characters (since I myself am a twin) and online influencers.  I don't really see a lot of ABDL stories where these two things combine so that's where this story was born.  I consider this a "coming of age" story, considering that Jill just graduated college and was trying to carve out a new beginning in her life, but with no success.  I decided on a narrative where the narrator interacts with the audience.  Afterall, this is the same audience that bought the twins' book.  So it's kind of book about a book.  The life story of Jill Jenners.

As you saw in the beginning of the story, there will be another section with everything shared from Jen's point of view.  I plan to have a different style for Jen, as her personality is totally different from Jill, even though they're identical twins.  I hope to work on that in the future, but I would like to get Jill's story done first.

Chapter 11 is in the works.  Look for it soon!  In the meantime, feel free to offer your feelings and thoughts on any of the chapters that you have seen so far!  😀

[PamperedPrince]

Chapter 11 : Diaper Dependence?

Welcome back, my JJ Fam.  Are you enjoying the warm fire that got started by TikTok?  Admit it.  You just had to get your mandatory fix of watching Diaper Girl once again.  But let me tell you, JJ Besties.  Get prepared, because that gasoline just got poured on that fire and it’s about to explode.  So you thought that things were crazy now with that video and all the new traffic that I was getting for my JillianPlays channel?  This is only the beginning.  The beginning of my crazy journey into a new future.  A future that I was uncertain of whether or not I wanted to accept it. 

My incontinence was getting worse, and I wanted answers.  Yes, the wine made me piss myself and puke all over the floor.  But something just didn’t make any sense about my worsening incontinence.  No wine can magically make someone incontinent.  As I laid in bed the night before, I started thinking about the words that Glytter spoke to me.  Look at the details.  My twin sister was the only key to figuring out what those details were.

After giving CBS Philadelphia my rejection, I pretty much just focused on getting things ready for my streams.  Considering how many subscribers I was gaining every day since the day of the Diaper Girl video, Twitch was slowly turning into my job.

Gary briefly stopped by during the day to drop off my Trest Diapers that arrived that day at his house.  Gary had not been on Twitch since Saturday, so I made no mention of the TikTok video or my new Twitch numbers.  He would learn about that soon enough.  I just helped him carry the 15 bags of 10 Pink Trest diapers into my room.  I stacked the bags in my closet and closed the door. 

By the time that I completed my stream that night, I had nearly 200 new subscribers.  Most of the Tier 1 Subs were actually Prime Subs, since they used their Amazon Prime account to get a free Twitch sub.  While it was free for them, it was still $5 for Twitch.  Twitch kept half while I kept the other half.

During today’s stream, I managed to complete the Forest of Illusion and finish most of Chocolate Island.  Unlike yesterday, I wanted to talk to my twin sister about what happened during the night that I first came to Philadelphia.  The night that I ate at The Capital Grille.  That one bottle of Walt, Las Brisa, Sonoma Coast.  That one bottle of red wine that made me get so wasted that I couldn’t even remember anything on the way home.  Jen had all the answers, and tonight, I was going to get every last one from her.

I opened the door to Jen’s bedroom to find my twin sister in a midnight blue silk pajama set with a button down tops and matching bottoms.  My sister was laying on her queen-sized bed with a large leather book opened in front of her.  It looked like the Bible.

When Jen saw me, she took a bookmark that she had nearby and stuck it between the two pages that she was reading before closing the book and setting it on her bed.  “Yes Jill?  Was there something that you wanted to discuss?”  Her face lit up.  “Oh Jill!  Is this about CBS Philadelphia?  Did they call yet?  I’ve been praying, Jill.  I’ve been praying every day…”

I shook my head.  “No Jen.  This is not about CBS Philadelphia.  This is about day one.  The very first night that I came here to Philadelphia…”

Jen nodded, and gave me a pensive stare.  “Did you want to talk about the restaurant?  The Capital Grille?  What did you want to talk about, Jill?”  Jen tapped an area on her bed that was right next to where she was sitting as an invitation for me to sit there.  Understanding the cue entirely, I took the very spot where she tapped so that I was right beside my twin sister.

“Now,” Jen began.  “What did you want to know about your first night?”

I sighed.  “First of all, I would like to address everything that I can’t remember during the night that I ate at the Capital Grille.  Now I can remember having my dinner, and I can definitely remember drinking the entire bottle of Walt, Las Brisa, Sonoma Coast.  As delicious as that wine was, I could not remember anything else after that.  Can you please fill me in, Jen?”

Jen nodded, and sat quietly for a few moments while she tried to remember everything that happened  that night.  “I remember!  Jill, you were very loud and obnoxious, and we had to quiet you down a number of times.  I ordered a Classic Crème Brulee for both myself and you, since you just kept blankly staring at the menu when I asked you what you wanted for dessert.  Joey, of course, got the Capital Grille Cheesecake.”

I nodded.  “What else?  What happened after we left?”

Jen scratched her head.  “After that, both Joey and I had to help you out of the restaurant, because you couldn’t even walk straight.  Why, you couldn’t even maintain your balance!  Several times, you told us in a drunken slur that you could walk yourself out.  You then wanted another bottle of wine.  That’s when I reminded you that you had way too much to drink…”

I sighed.  “I can’t even remember saying any of this!”

Jen nodded.  “Of course not!  You were black out drunk!  It was almost like you were sleepwalking.  Now, after we helped you out, we both decided to drive you back to the apartment, as it made no sense to walk you back all by myself.  As Joey was getting his white Mercedes-Maybach, you got very angry at me.  I knew that it had to do with you being drunk.  You told me that you were going back by yourself but were going to get a drink on the way back.  You then RAN towards the curb and stepped off it towards the road.  You then made a few paces forward past the curb.  When I called back for you, you pivoted and ran back towards the curb.  ‘Jill, the curb!’ I shouted, warning you about the curb that you were about to hit.  It was too late.  You tripped on the curb and fell right on your pelvis against the pavement.  I checked for any wounds, but you only had a few scratches on your face.  Joey then assisted me in helping you into his SUV and he drove us back to the apartment.  Other than that, I just got you ready for bed.  In the middle of the night, I heard a loud scream, and then vomiting.  Then I heard you cry.  That’s about it.  And when you blacked out again, I got you right to the shower to help you wash off all the vomit and pee.  Is that all you wanted to know?”

I gasped.  “Wait!  You said that I ran towards the curb and tripped?”

Jen nodded.  “Yes Jill.  It didn’t look like the fall was that severe, but I think that your abdomen and legs took most of the fall…”

I glanced down at my pelvis.  “Wait a second…Jen, how hard would you say that I fell on my stomach, pelvis and legs?”

Jen shrugged her shoulders.  “From where I was standing, I could not tell how hard the impact was…Wait!  Do you think that the impact from that fall could have possibly damaged the nerves around your bladder?”

This suggestion from my sister was almost enough to make me burst into tears.  I didn’t want to believe that such a fall could have caused so much trauma to my bladder and its ability to function properly.  I shook my head in disbelief.  “No!” I shouted in denial.  “I’m going to wait and see what the doctor says…”

Jen could now sense that I was about to lose it again (call it twin ESP).  She immediately wrapped her arms around my side and sighed.  “But Jill…What if the doctor tells you that your nerves are damaged and that this happened as a result of you tripping over a curb while you were drunk?  Are you going to tell them that they’re wrong and you’re right?  Or are you going to just accept the reality and learn to live your life as it currently is?”

I didn’t like either answer that my sister gave me, so I just remained silent.  My silence turned into tears as I began to bawl into my sister’s silky pajama top while she softly patted me on both sides of my stomach…”

“Jill, Jill…” My sister said, trying to comfort me.  “I know that you don’t like the cards that you were given, but it is my prayer that you learn to accept them.  Don’t you remember what Trisha told you?  You need to own it.  Please Jill.  Own it.  Own it for your twin sister who loves you very much…”

I nodded as I stood up in a loud crinkle.  I glanced underneath my night gown.  While the wetness indicator was still yellow, I could tell that I had already soaked the Huggies Overnight diaper, and that it was about to flood into the Certainty diaper.  Just seriously.  After nearly two and a half months of bladder issues, am I really going to accept this reality as my new normal?  I wasn’t about to.  Perhaps the doctor could resolve this problem…I hugged my sister, and I made my frustrating walk back to my bedroom as I pouted over the diapered reality that I had to deal with. 

I got in my queen-sized bed as I felt the need to pee immediately vanish as my bladder voluntarily emptied on its own accord.  It was almost like it was teasing me, as if it gained its own independence.  My bladder no longer took orders from me.  It just operated now whenever it pleased.  The Huggies Overnight diaper was now overflowing into my Certainty diaper, which now began to swell and expand between my legs.  But that wasn’t felt by me for too much longer, as I quickly fell asleep.

Both Thursday and Friday were basically more of the same routine.  While Diaper Girl wasn’t growing out of control, it still managed to gain another million views per day.  It was up to 4.3 million views and 388,000 likes on Thursday and 5.4 million views and 498,000 likes on Friday.  Oh, and one very important thing worth noting was that my Certainty Unisex Fitted Briefs ran out on Thursday.  I was so ready to try a Trest as I wanted to put them to the test…

The pink Trest felt even more like a diaper than the Certainty Briefs.  I could already tell that the absorbent core was a lot thicker and that the backing was made of plastic instead of cloth.  I wiped, creamed, powdered and fastened on the new Trest diaper, securing both thigh tapes towards the landing zone and both waist tapes towards the landing zone, giving myself a snug and comfortable fit.  As I put my ankle length skirt back on, I could already notice how much louder the Trest diapers were.  The crinkle from the plastic backing was a lot louder and more noticeable than the Certainty diapers that I was getting used to.  I put it on at lunch time and didn’t take it off until my second stream break.

As I was finishing lunch on Thursday, I got a text message from Glytter.  I glanced at the text message and read it: “Did you get my packages?”

That reminded me to check my mail.  I went to the lobby of Metro City apartments and sure enough, there were two different packages.  One was a large box and the other was a small mailer envelope that had something small in it.

I took the packages back up to 2202 and opened them in my bedroom.  Both packages said that they were from an Alyssa Evans in Pittsburgh (I am keeping her house number and street confidential at her request.).

The smaller package had what looked like a baby diaper, but it was adult sized.  It featured a print of a lion on both sides.  It reminded me in every way of the Pampers Baby Dry that I used to wear when I was a baby.  The larger box had four large plastic sacks of 10 diapers each.  Like the adult-sized baby diaper that I already opened, these plastic bags had more adult-sized baby diapers.  They were called Tykables Animooz.  The remaining contents included five single adult-sized baby diapers all individually wrapped in plastic.  All of these single diapers had a different print design on it.  I gasped at all the diapers.  I had no idea that baby diapers for adults actually existed.  I immediately called Glytter, still in shock.

“Hi Jill!  Did you get the packages?”

I nodded, still looking very surprised.  “You bought me baby diapers for adults?”

I heard Glytter laughing for a few seconds before she responded.  “Yes Jill.  They’re actually called ABDL diapers.”

I was dumbfounded.  “ABDL?  What is ABDL?”

“ABDL, Jill!  AB stands for Adult Baby.  DL stands for Diaper Lover.  It’s an 18 and up community of consenting adults that all participate in this kink lifestyle.”

My jaw dropped.  “But Glytter,  I don’t know if I really LOVE diapers.  I’m at the point where I just have to wear them, no matter what…”

“Exactly, Jill.  That’s why I bought those diapers for you.  You opened both packages, right?  The first one is 40 Tykables Animooz and 5 sample packs.  One Tykables Overnight, One Tykables Waddler, One Camelot, One Pink Cammie, and one Unicorn.  While the samples are all plastic backed, the Animooz is cloth backed. The other package is one sample pack of the ABU Little Kings.  Are you out of those pharmacy diapers yet?”

I nodded.  “My boyfriend Gary, you know him as GaretheBear, bought me 15 packs of Pink Trest diapers…”

I heard a gasp on the other end.  “Oh.  Trest!  I haven’t tried them, but I heard from friends that they’re really good.”

“Friends?  What other friends do you know that wear diapers like I do?”

“Jill, didn’t you hear what I said about ABDL?  To be very forthcoming and transparent with you, Jill, I am an ABDL, and I love both acting and dressing up like a baby.  You could say that I’ve had this fascination my entire life.  I can honestly say that I’ve never grown out of it.”

I was almost beyond words at this point.  “So, you’re telling me that you not only love diapers, but that you like to dress up like a baby?”

“Yes Jill!  And I love pacifiers, baby bottles, blankies, stuffies, onesies, footed sleepers, rompers, overalls, shortalls, bibs, baby toys, and various other things that a baby loves.  It’s part of the little in me that I have fully come to love and embrace.”

I now had a look of bewilderment and disgust on my face.  “That is just totally cringe.  Why regress and act like a baby?”

“Why not, Jill?  I find little space very therapeutic for me.  In fact, my therapist encourages it all the time.  She calls it regression therapy and it’s a wonderful way to deal with the stressful things in your life.  Now, we both are incontinent and need to wear diapers 24/7.  Wouldn’t you want something to better deal with that monotony on an endless basis?  Incontinence never takes a day off, Jill.  Both you and I know that…”

I nodded.  “You have a point, Glytter.  So you’re telling me that wearing ABDL diapers and acting like a baby is going to help me deal with my stress?”

“Yes Jill.  All I’m asking is that you approach it with an open mind.  Now I know that you are probably still stressed out and dealing with the stress from that Diaper Girl TikTok, right?  We’re still fending off the weirdos for you every day!”

I nodded, as I began to glance around the room in impatience.  “Yes, and all 24 of you are doing a good job.  I’m thinking about appointing a few more mods to take the load off of you all.  I mean, my numbers keep growing everyday…”

“Yes.  Now, you are going to get a checkup on Monday morning?  Don’t forget to ask about therapy.  It’s not cheap but at the rate that your channel is growing, I think that you’ll be able to afford it.  Plus, you will need that to deal with everything that you had to face the day I discovered that TikTok video…”

“Yes Glytter, and it also forced me to reject a job offer out of fear of being fired right after they would’ve hired me…” I said, almost crying.  “I’ll keep an open mind and give this ABDL thing a try…”

“That’s good, Jill.  Just go with it.  Let your little side run free.  I see that you’re plenty stocked on Trest so I won’t send you any more diapers for a while.  Would you like one of my Glytter pacies?  Another one of my hobbies is making pacifiers for fun…”

I gasped.  “You make your own pacifiers?  This keeps getting weirder…”

“Jill, that’s because you keep using the adult side of your brain!  Turn it off and relax.  Yes.  Remember how I told you that I run an etsy business?  How I made cute little outfits that mothers can buy for their little ones?  I left out my bit about my ABDL pacifier business since I didn’t want to weird you out during our very first meeting on Discord.  I make a pretty decent amount of money off of it, along with my etsy clothing business…”

I sighed.  “How much for the Glytter pacifier?”

“Oh!  How much, Jill?  It’s free.  I’m giving it to you free.  Normally, it’s worth $25, but you’re worth it!  I will also send you a few other surprises that I think that you will like.  Ask about therapy and ask about a urologist…*yawn*”

I gasped after realizing that Glytter hadn’t said anything for a few seconds.  “Glytter, are you there?”

“Yes Jill! I’m here.  I’m usually very tired this time of day.  I’m usually tired after I have my lunch.  I’m going to take a nap…”

I gasped.  “You’re that tired?”

“Yes Jill!  You do remember me telling you that I’m a dwarf.  Well, dwarfs are smaller, so we tire easier.  Even though I like to think that I have an endless amount of energy…*yawn*…I’m sorry…I’m going to have to let you go.  That one time that you shouted if I was there…I was half asleep…*yawn*…Going to take a nap…Nice talking to you, Jill…*yawn*…Enjoy the diapers.  See you at 3:00 for the stream…*yawn*…Bye…”

I hung up and glanced at the diapers that Glytter sent me.  By the looks of them, it looked like Glytter got the right size.  They all read medium, which was the same size as the Trest diaper that I was currently wearing.

Now later on, I had my stream.  And from what I found out, I was shocked at just how much these Trest diapers could hold.  I just had my second huge wetting and it still felt like it could take more before it started to feel soaked.  Instead of changing my diaper during my normal break, I just left the room to stretch.  I finished Chocolate Island and got through most of Valley of Bowser.  There was one Level 5 Hype Train, due to another 10,000-bit donation that was left by Lamtastic (Lamtastic never ceases to amaze me with their generosity).  The icing on the cake was another 10 gift subs by Lamtastic.  And by the time that my stream ended that night, I had 172 new subs.  Most of these again came from Prime Subs.  In fact, most of my Level 1’s were Prime Subs from the get go.  The only exception was the Level 1 that I received from GaretheBear.  His other two level 1’s were gifted subs to JtheCalcugamer (Joey) and JennyPenny2001 (my sis!).

That night, I just couldn’t resist.  Instead of wearing my Pink Trest diaper overnight that I changed into during my second stream break, I tore open the plastic on the Animooz Diapers.  I picked up the diaper and saw the cute animal prints of different animals on the Velcro landing zone.  This one had a red bear and a blue elephant on it.  I folded it out on a towel that I had laid in the room for diaper changes and gasped.  When I folded open the front wings and back wings, it looked just like a baby diaper, only adult sized.  I glanced at the yellow outline of the diaper and fluffed it.  I pulled out the enormous leg cuffs and gave that diaper a good powdering with Johnson & Johnson Lavender baby powder (they were out of the Aloe and Vitamin E).  I opened up the slightly damp Trest diaper and began my diaper hygiene procedure.  I wiped, creamed, and powdered myself after laying on the center of the enormous diaper.  I folded the diaper between my legs and fastened the thigh tapes, and then the waist tapes to the landing zone.

I glanced down at the diaper again and gasped.  These tapes were Velcro, just like a Huggies or a Pampers.  The diaper felt soft and comfortable.  I waddled forward in the Animooz diaper and smiled.  I’m guessing that this is why Glytter got this for me.  It’s so comfy.  The last time that I wore a diaper like this was when I was about three years old.  It was a Huggies Overnight Diaper since I was wearing panties during the day and pull ups when I had just one daytime accident.

I then went to sleep, suddenly feeling the warm sensation of my bladder emptying itself into the diaper.  I then felt that satisfying feeling that I felt when I wet a diaper for the first time as an adult.  I felt…small.  I felt…little.  I felt totally helpless as I was peeing away in that diaper.  But that didn’t matter to me.  I enjoyed that feeling.  That feeling of being a helpless baby.  If this is what little space is, I would like to explore more of it.  All I know is that I look forward to what Glytter has in store for me…

Friday came and went.  I was still in my Animooz diaper, and I wore it until lunch time.  I then showered and changed into another pink Trest diaper.  During lunch, I gasped.  Those ABDL diapers that Glytter sent me sent a chill down my spine when I thought about my boyfriend.  Gary can’t find out that I’m wearing them.  Sure, he knows about my incontinence but he knows nothing about my little side that I am just beginning to explore.  With that, I carefully stacked the Trest diapers in front of the Tykables Animooz diapers.  It wasn’t like Gary was going to open my closet and invade my privacy.  He respects me too much.  But even with that being the case, I just didn’t want to risk him somehow discovering my ABDL diapers even though I trusted him in respecting my privacy.

During that stream, I finished almost all of Valley of Bowser, except for the Front Door and Back Door, since I was told by chat that I still needed to work on the Star Road.  So, I completed the Star Road and unlocked another star on the top of a mound.  Rather than continue, I called it a stream, telling everyone that I would continue on Monday.

During the weekend, I had another fun date with Gary.  Even with the three Trest diapers that I packed in my “diaper bag”, I only had to change my diaper once the entire time.  For this date, we had lunch, a movie, and then spent the rest of the day at Gary’s house for a stream.  I once again excused myself to the bathroom and changed into a new diaper during Gary’s stream.  (As much as I loved that Animooz diaper the other night, I didn’t want to waste this pink Trest, so I was just going to wear it overnight.)

After some convincing from Jen on Sunday, I decided to go to church with her.  I had a fresh Trest on, so I probably wouldn’t need a new diaper the entire service, and even into the early afternoon.  I went with Jen and her boyfriend Joey to a rather large church.  It had a large auditorium with a stage where the worship band played, and the pastor gave his sermon.  This looked nothing like the church that I went to growing up with Jen and my parents.  It felt more like a movie theater than a church when I was in that auditorium.  The music was very good and catchy, though.

The message was about dealing with life’s difficulties.  The pastor said something about Christ being able to help us deal with these problems that we face.  Especially when we had things in our lives that we couldn’t control.

This hit me hard, as I thought about not being able to control my bladder.  As the message was wrapping up, I was quietly weeping.  I think that I had a couple of large wettings in the diaper, but I couldn’t tell considering how much more absorbent this diaper was compared to the old Certainty diapers.

After the service, Joey drove Jen and I to a breakfast place that both Jen and Joey liked to eat at after church.  I got the Philly Cheesesteak Omelet, which was the best omelet that I ever had.  The Cheez Whiz and the cheesesteak paired perfectly with the onions, peppers, and mushrooms that were with the three eggs.  To make my omelet perfect, I doused it with Tabasco Sauce.  With such a delicious breakfast, perhaps I should go to church with Jen and Joey more often.

For the rest of the day, I went into my room and checked Diaper Girl on TikTok.  To my surprise, I noticed a bunch of other versions of Diaper Girl in the related videos.  In these versions, other girls were wearing jogging pants, having a diaper peek out just as much as it did in the original video.  They did the same exact crouching and standing “dance” as I was doing in the original, with Salt-N-Pepa’s Push It! (TMW Remix) playing.  Same beginning and same “Baby Baby” refrain.  There was even a Diaper Guy, which was exactly the same version, only a guy was in jogging pants with a cheap pharmacy diaper slightly peeking out, executing their standing and crouching twerk to the original “Diaper Girl”.  Most of these versions linked back to the original Diaper Girl and as a result, the original Diaper Girl now had 15.7 million views, and 1.14 million likes.  I still could not believe it.  With all the derivative versions of Diaper Girl all linking back to the original, this was making Diaper Girl even more viral.  How could this get any more crazy than it already is?  I surely did not want to know the answer to this.

I exited my room and watched my twin sister play Animal Crossing: New Horizons.  Her island was much more built up than mine was, and she had a lot more Bells than me.  I smiled and watched her play for much of the rest of the day.

The next morning was the day of the checkup.  I felt a little nervous since I realized that I would be getting a physical.  This meant that I would be standing right in front of the doctor, wearing just a robe and a diaper underneath.  I wouldn’t be able to take my diaper off as I would risk getting piss all over the exam room.

With the appointment being at around 9:00 AM, I had to get up earlier than usual.  I showered and proceeded with my diapering routine with the Pink Trest diapers (I love these considering that I only have to wear about 2-3 per day instead of 5 of the Certainty diapers).  What made things especially hard was that I couldn’t eat anything for two hours before the exam began.

With it being 8:10, I drove off to the Penn Medicine University of Pennsylvania clinic and arrived about 20 minutes early.  While I waited in the waiting room, I checked Diaper Girl on TikTok once again.  I couldn’t believe it.  Diaper Girl now had 20.4 million views and 1.8 million likes.  I also noticed many new Diaper Girl videos made by copycats that wished that they could be just as good as the original.  Like most of them, they linked back to the original, feeding the viral meme even more.

After clicking on what was probably the 30^th Diaper Girl video that I watched, my name was called.

“Jillian Jenners.” The female medical assistant called.  “Dr. Davis will be with you shortly.  Let’s get you ready to see her…”

I nervously smiled as I grabbed my backpack purse.  I knew that I probably wasn’t going to need it, since I was wearing a pink Trest diaper, but I just wanted to be sure.

The young female medical assistant guided me through the double doors and then led me down a narrow corridor that stopped at a scale.  She turned to me and smiled.  “Jillian, we’re going to get your height, weight, and blood pressure before you have your exam with Dr. Davis…”  She slid the stadiometer down until it rested over the top of my head.

“Five foot four and a quarter inch.” She read.  “Now step onto the scale.”

I stood on the scale while the electronic numbers registered.

“147.8 pounds.” She read.  She then strapped a blood pressure cuff around my arm and turned on the sphygmomanometer.  About 30 seconds later, the cuff deflated.  “107 over 65.  Very good.  I’m going to take you to the exam room.”

I followed the medical assistant a short distance down the hallway and into an exam room.  The medical assistant handed me a gown.  “Remove all of your clothing and put this gown on…”

I gasped. “But…” I nervously approached the young medical assistant.  “Um, I can’t remove all of my clothing because I’m medically incontinent and will pee all over the exam room if I remove my diaper…” I said to her blushing in a hushed tone, as I realized that my diaper was feeling very warm.

The medical assistant now looked a little embarrassed herself.  “Oh?  Okay.  Well, you’ll want to keep that on then.  Don’t worry.  Dr. Davis may have to reach down there to make sure that everything is healthy.  But don’t worry about it. Take everything else off, but keep that on, okay?  Dr. Davis will be with you shortly…”

I nodded, as I watched the medical assistant leave with a reddened face.

After the medical assistant left, I took off my lavender ankle length skirt, my white satin top, and my red Victoria Secret bra leaving me in nothing but my pink Trest diaper.  I quickly covered myself with the hospital gown and tied it on myself.

That was just enough time before Dr. Davis entered.

Upon my first glance, I was greeted by Dr. Davis’s warm smile.  She looked about middle age but looked very healthy and young for her age.  She wore a white lab coat and was holding an electronic tablet which I was guessing was my medical records.

“Jillian!” she shouted.  “I’m Dr. Samantha Davis.  So you’re here for a physical today?  A bit early, but is there any reason why?”  She walked over and lifted my hospital gown to reveal my pink Trest diaper. “Oh…I guess you will need to keep that on.  Now to clarify, you have designated your sister as a personal representative, so all HIPAA information can be disclosed to her.”

I nodded.  “That is correct.  She is my twin sister and I live with her…”

Dr. Davis nodded.  “I see.  Now let’s get started with the exam.”

Over the next 15 minutes, Dr. Davis began asking various health-related questions, and some relating to my mental health.  For income, I told her that I was a Twitch Streamer that entertained other people by playing video games.  She then got to some questions pertaining to my incontinence.

“Okay…” Dr. Davis said as she glanced at her chart.  “Everything in the trunk and underneath the hood looks good.  But that diaper…I need to ask you a few important questions pertaining to this if you don’t mind.”

I nodded.  “I don’t mind.  Ask away.  That’s why I’m here!”

“When did you start to wear diapers?” she asked me.

“June 23^rd.” I answered her.  “Prior to that, I was wetting the bed every night for a week.”

“Ahh…” she nodded.  “This bed wetting.  Did it ever happen in your childhood?”

I nodded.  “Only a couple of times when I was five.  After that, I had no other accidents until I was an adult.”

“When did you have your first accident as an adult?”

“June 16^th.” I told her.

“What did you think caused you to have a nighttime accident?”

I gave the doctor an uncomfortable smile.  “Well, the night before, I first arrived in Philadelphia to live with my sister, and she wanted to treat me with her boyfriend at The Capital Grille.  They let me order my own bottle of wine.  Now I don’t really drink alcohol at all, so I just went along with it.  I ordered a very expensive wine:  A Walt, Las Brisa, Sonoma Coast.  This was a 115-dollar bottle of wine that was so good.  But it made me very drunk for the rest of the night.  The next thing that I remember was crying on the floor while laying in a fetal position.  I was already back at the apartment and there was vomit all over the place and I was soaked in pee.  I thought that it was the wine that started my incontinence, but now I think that it might be something else…”

Dr. Davis gasped.  “Wow!  What a night!  If it wasn’t the wine, what did you think caused your incontinence?”

I frowned.  “Well, my sister was with me to tell me every detail that I couldn’t remember.  While my sister’s boyfriend was getting his SUV to come closer to pick us up, my sister told me that I was starting to make my way back to the apartment, but then she shouted at me.  Now remember that I have no memory of this happening.  After she shouted at me, I, totally black out drunk, ran back to the restaurant.  I was only a short distance off from the curb.  But I was so drunk that I didn’t even see the curb.  So, I tripped over the curb and landed right on my pelvis.  My sister told me that everything below my stomach cushioned the fall.  But I’m afraid that I fell on my pelvis so hard that I might have caused some permanent nerve damage, which has affected my bladder.  That’s why I’m here!”

Dr. Davis made a few notes and nodded.  “That sounds like quite the fall!  What it sounds like is a pelvic fracture.  There could be some lateral compression fractures, but I will definitely need to see some x-rays to know what the damage is.  But before we make any decision on this, do you feel any pain in your hips?”

I shook my head.

“Any abdominal pain?”

“No.”

“Any numbness or tingling in your groin or legs?”

“None that I’m aware of.”

“Any bleeding from your vagina or rectum?”

“No bleeding.  Just the normal bleeding from my periods.”

“Okay.  Do you have any difficulty urinating?”

I laughed.  “I have difficulty NOT urinating!  Seriously.  I can’t control it…”

The doctor nodded.  “Okay.  Any difficulty walking or standing?”

“None.  I can walk and stand just fine.”

Dr. Davis nodded and scribbled a few more notes.  “Well, it can be ruled out as a minor fracture then.  What I’m going to do is order an x-ray, and then you will be taken back to get that done.  While it’s not urgent that you complete it today, I myself would recommend it, as it seems that your incontinence is severe enough that you need to wear diapers.  And if you can’t even control your bladder, that’s pretty severe.  Now there are some risks associated with the x-ray, Jillian.”

“Jill,” I corrected her.

Dr. Davis nodded.  “Excuse me…Jill.  The x-ray will cause minimal cellular damage to your body.  Are you willing to undergo the x-ray?”

I nodded.  “Yes.  I want to know what is causing my incontinence…”

“Okay.” Dr. Davis told me.  “I’m going to fill out an order for the x-ray procedure.  The exam is finished, and the only thing that I recommend is that you go on a diet and get some exercise.  You are a little overweight.  Anything else before I make the order, Jill?”

I nodded.  “Can you refer me to a urologist and a therapist?  I would want the referral to getting into a urologist first.”

Dr. Davis nodded.  “Sure!  Let’s see…” She made a few clicks on her pad.  “I have a Dr. Kimberly Saunders for Urology and a Dr. Bridget Stillman for Therapy.  I’ll put in both referrals after I order your x-ray.  And we can send her the x-ray when you have your appointment with her.  You can set up the appointment once the referral has been approved. I’ll be right back.  You can put your clothes back on, but that diaper will need to be off long enough for a pelvic x-ray.

I nodded.  “Thank you!”

Dr. Davis left, and I put my red bra back on, along with my short sleeved white satin shirt and lavender ankle length skirt. 

About 30 minutes later, Dr. Davis came in with the radiology team.

“Jill,” Dr. Davis addressed me.  “The radiology team is going to take you to another room to do an x-ray on your pelvis.  Take your brief off and you can put it back on when you’re done.”

I blushed.  “I will need a new diaper.  The tapes will tear the plastic off the waistband.”

The doctor and the radiology team nodded.  “We’ll let you do that when the x-ray is done.” Dr. Davis said, before dismissing me to go with the radiology team.

The x-ray team took me to another room where they laid me down. Fortunately, I felt some warmth in my diaper before we entered the room, so I think we’ll be good for the x-ray.

I removed my diaper, so I was wearing nothing underneath my skirt.  In just a few seconds, the x-rays were taken of my pelvis.  They directed me to the nearest bathroom, and I got a fresh diaper out of my “diaper bag” and threw the wet diaper away.  I did all the usual diapering routine and put a new pink Trest diaper on.  I folded my skirt back down and was done.

After I got home, the rest of the day was a blur.  On my stream, I discovered a new world called Special World and the levels were so hard that I spent most of the stream trying to complete Tubular.  I finally completed it to an audience of now over 400 viewers (audience count was 416).  This resulted in a Level 10 Hype Train.  And Oh. My. Gosh.  At least 30 streamers donated 10,000 bits.  That’s around $3,000 worth of bits by 30 very generous streamers.  I’ll use that for today’s physical and x-ray…

Because of the Hype Train, I decided to complete a couple more levels in the Special World.  Fortunately, these levels were not as hard as Tubular.  These levels were Way Cool and Awesome (Really.  That’s what those levels were actually called.  I am not making this up!).  I ended the stream, telling everyone that we’ll probably finish Super Mario World next time since I only had the rest of Special World, plus Bowser’s Castle to complete Super Mario World.

I told Jen about my appointment and was happy to hear that it went well.

The next day, I got the referrals approved from both Dr. Saunders and Dr. Stillman.  The earliest appointment that Dr. Saunders had was October 27^th at 9:00 AM.  I sighed and I took the appointment.

That day on stream, I completed the remaining levels in Special World and finished up Bowser’s Castle.  With that, I finally beat Super Mario World.  To pad the time, I spent the rest of the stream playing Animal Crossing: New Horizons.

That night before I went to bed, I checked Diaper Girl again.  It now had 41 million views and 3.7 million likes.  This video was truly going viral now and showing no signs of slowing down.  At this point, just about everyone on TikTok was trying to copy the Diaper Girl video by filming their own version of it.  This made me laugh.  Just how many people were running to the pharmacy just to buy some diapers for a TikTok?

By Friday, Diaper Girl reached 100 million views and 9.6 million likes.  At this point, I was seeing every kind of cartoon character and movie character doing the Diaper Girl Dance.  Nobody even had to wear a diaper to do the dance, either.  All they had to do was stand, crouch, stand, crouch, and repeat.  Mario did the Diaper Girl Dance.  Sonic did the Diaper Girl Dance.  Frodo Baggins did the Diaper Girl Dance.  Even Stewie from Family Guy was doing the Diaper Girl Dance.  Various anime girls did the dance.  Large groups of people all did the dance, complete with jogging pants and diapers just barely peeking out of them.

Just out of curiosity, I turned the channel to KYW-TV.  I was just in time for the evening news, which I was watching during a stream break.  My sister was on a date with Joey, so she wasn’t home.

“Good evening, Philadelphia.” A woman news anchor announced.  “I am Rita Larson and tonight’s top story is the latest sensation that has been taking TikTok by storm.  What do you get when you combine an 80’s hip hop song with a young woman doing a standing and crouching dance in jogging pants with a diaper just barely peeking out?  You get Diaper Girl, the latest viral meme to hit the internet.  Logan Peters has the story.”

“It’s strange.  It’s catchy.  It’s hip.  But what is Diaper Girl?  To find out, our investigation requires a little observation.  On CrayCrayJay’s viral Diaper Girl Video, you can clearly see the link to a Twitch Channel.  We follow this link to find a Twitch Streamer named JillianPlays.  On JillianPlays’ August 15^th stream, we find JillianPlays taking a break.  When she comes back from the break, we notice that she is actually wearing a diaper.  A little bit of her diaper is clearly visible and we see the similar worried look that we recognize in the TikTok.  She then quickly sits down.  This was the original footage that was remixed by CrayCrayJay to make the viral video.  We tried to contact both CrayCrayJay and JillianPlays, but neither has contacted us back.  Meanwhile, the traffic from the Diaper Girl video has grown JillianPlays from only 156 followers to over 38,000 today.  Meanwhile, Diaper Girl continues to evolve in popularity.  From everyone’s own version of Diaper Girl to Diaper Girl being danced by various different cartoons and characters from various films.  We even saw Mario dance to Diaper Girl, if that wasn’t weird enough.  How will Diaper Girl continue to change? Well, with 100 million views today and just 6 million views on YouTube, there’s no telling where it will go next.  Logan Peters.  CBS News, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.”

I shut off the TV and gasped.  It was a good thing that I decided to reject the offer.  I cannot imagine how embarrassing that would’ve been to report a story of a viral video that I was somehow caught up in.  That very story would’ve resulted in my termination the same night. 

But on the other hand, my Twitch channel was still doing amazing.  At the moment, I had 38,152 followers (38,454 after the stream ended).  And for the month of August, I had a total of 2,579 subscribers.  I made $6,680.25 off just my subs.  If you add in all of the numerous bit donations that I received that month, I made a little more than $10,000 in that one month alone.  And that’s the freaky part.  Considering that my channel hasn’t stopped growing yet, there’s no telling how much that I will be making next month.

That night, after my stream was over, Jen was home, and she wanted to know if CBS Philadelphia called me back yet.

At this point, I had to tell Jen the truth.  As much as it would hurt her, I needed to make what I felt was the best decision, given the embarrassing circumstances that I was up against.

“Well Jill?” she asked me.  “Did they call?”

I sighed.  “Yes Jen.  They called.  On August 15^th, they offered me a job.  I rejected it.”

Jen gave me a look of shock and shook her face in disbelief.  “No!” she shouted.  “Don’t tell me you turned that job down!  You turned down your dream job, Jill!  YOUR dream job!  What am I going to do?”  Jen stopped speaking, as she was too upset to say another word.  “Well Jill, since you blew it, I want you to get a job.  Any job.  It can even be at a McDonald’s!  Just get a job already!”

I sighed.  “Jennifer!  Do you think that I wanted to turn that job down?  While I was LOOKING at the job offer, Glytter showed me something awful on TikTok!  Now I know that you don’t have a TikTok or want to use one.  But look at mine!  Some idiot posted THIS!”

I showed Jen the Diaper Girl video, which now had 116 million views and 11 million likes.

Jen shook her head.  “That’s you!!!  Some jerk on your stream caught you in a very embarrassing moment and decided to broadcast that to the entire world at your expense.  That is such a STUPID video! Why would anyone watch it?  TikTok is stupid…”

I sighed.  “I know.  But everybody is copying it now, and it’s becoming wildly popular…”

Jen sighed.  “And that person is using your embarrassment to make themselves some money.  Now Jill.  I WANT you to get a job tomorrow…”

“Jen!” I shouted.  “That TikTok video is the reason why I didn’t take the CBS Philadelphia job.  Just tonight, they broadcasted a story on that TikTok viral video.  Had I been the anchor that announced that story, they would fire me, no questions asked.  Why did you think I rejected the job?  I didn’t want to, Jen…”

Jen nodded and began to weep.  “What are you going to do, Jill?  That Twitch stream of yours isn’t going to make that much money.  Just go job hunting tomorrow.  Get a REAL job.  Good night, Jill…”

I gave my twin sister a hug and sighed as she left the room.  My sister doesn’t know that this is slowly becoming a very successful channel.  One that can make a lot if this crazy traffic from the TikTok video keeps happening.

I got out of my job search on Saturday, since Gary took me on a date.  By now, Gary knew about the controversy regarding the Diaper Girl meme, since someone told him about it on the stream.  He was completely disgusted by it but considered it good karma since the TikTok video kept funneling traffic back to JillianPlays.

“You have more than TEN times the followers that I do now!” Gary said with a gasp.  “And you made $10,000 last month on just Twitch?  That’s crazy!  Your sister needs to know that Twitch is turning into a real job…”

I sighed.  “Tell that to her.  She doesn’t want anything to do with Twitch right now.  And she’ll just call you a bad influence…”

The date continued and I watched Gary do his GaretheBear stream.

I got out of my job search on Sunday as well since no one was supposed to work on Sundays.  I went to church with Jen and Joey again and I enjoyed another delicious omelet from the same breakfast place (I didn’t get the Philly Cheesesteak Omelet this time, but the Jalapeno Popper Omelet.  Yum!  So good!

On Monday, I was given strict orders from Jen to look for work, even though Twitch was already my job.  When I was about to “look for work”, Dr. Saunders office called and asked if I wanted to move my appointment to September 15^th.  With that being six weeks sooner, that was an obvious yes.

To continue my “looking for work”, I continued working on my YouTube channel that I started in late August called JillianPlays.  It would have all my VOD footage edited into different “Parts” that people could watch for Let’s Plays.  I was hard at work dissecting all of my old footage back from when I played just NES games.  All of that was going to be added to the channel.  Having started with 25,000 subscribers in late August, I now had 34,000 subscribers. I mean, my sister never said that I couldn’t do YouTube for a job, right?  Besides, I already made almost $500 off of YouTube from just last week!

My sister was disappointed when I told her that I was working on my YouTube “job”.  I then worked on my Twitch “job” at 3 until 9.  I was on an Animal Crossing kick so that’s all I did for the whole stream.  For just today, I gained another 6,546 followers and another 1,388 subscribers.  That’s almost another $3,000 right there but was even more than that, due to another crazy Hype Train full of bits and some crazy user gifting 50 subs to the community.

About a week and four days later, it was time for my appointment with the urologist.  Dr. Saunders was ready to see me, so I entered her office.

Dr. Saunders tapped her hand on a couch cushion.  I sat down, and she sat next to me.

“Jillian Jenners,” she said, managing a smile.  “Is Jillian okay or do you go by Jill?”

“Jill is fine,” I nervously muttered.

“Well Jill,” Dr. Saunders said, pulling up some information on a computer tablet.  “I examined your charts, your health history, and your x-rays.  I have some good news and some bad news.  Which one do you want to hear first?”

My cheeks puffed red, and a couple of tears began to form in my eyes.  “The bad news.  Just get it over with…”

“The bad news is that your incontinence was more severe than I thought.” She said with a frown.  “Let me explain this to you in a way that you can understand it, Jill.  The x-rays revealed a lot of nerve damage between your bladder and your spinal cord.  It was a minor pelvic fracture.  You see, Jill?  Whenever you pee, the nerves and muscles of the urinary system work together to help your bladder hold and release urine.  But in your case, and in the cases of most patients that I treat as a urologist, there can be damage to these nerves giving you a condition called neurogenic bladder.  This is a condition that prevents you from having effective bladder control.  You may have difficulty emptying and voiding your bladder, which is underactive bladder and a sudden unaccounted urge to urinate, which is overactive bladder.  Now there is no cure for neurogenic bladder…”

That was it.  When I heard the words “no cure”, I burst into a crying fit in front of Dr. Saunders.  I then pointed my finger to her in anger.  “What do you mean that there’s no cure?!!” I snapped.  “You’re a doctor for crying out loud!  There’s just gotta be a cure!  You gotta help me!  Please!  Please….” I continued staring at her in a series of hiccup sobs and sniffs.

Dr. Saunders sighed.  “Jill, is it okay if I put my hands on your arms?”

I nodded, with my face to the floor.

Dr. Saunders gave me a hug.  “Jill, it’s going to be okay.  I haven’t told you the good news.  The good news is that while there is no cure for your incontinence, there are many ways to manage and treat it.  Would you like to hear some of the treatment options?”

I nodded, still unwilling to accept my new reality.

“Here are the options, Jill.  There’s medication, urinary catheterization, botox injections, surgery…we can give you an artificial urinary sphincter, electrical stimulation, diet, or Kegel exercises.”

I sighed as I glanced down at my waist.  “What about diapers?”

Dr. Saunders laughed.  “Yes Jill.  Diapers can help in the treatment.  Don’t feel ashamed that you wear diapers.  A lot of my patients do.  And can I let you in on something?  This is what I tell every one of my patients that struggle with incontinence.”

I nodded.

“Jill, I am incontinent myself and I need to wear diapers 24/7.”

I found myself smiling just a little bit.  “How did you become incontinent?”

Dr. Saunders grinned.  “How?  It happened during my freshman year in college.  I was going to be on the US Olympic Team for the long jump, triple jump, and high jump.  I was at a track meet and my jumps were going perfect, until the very last jump.  This was for the high jump.  I vaulted over the bar with the pole and instead of sticking the landing, I made a very hard landing on my pelvis.  In the next days that followed, I was having great difficulty in holding in my bladder.  I was wetting the bed every night like you were.  And Jill.  When my urologist told me that there was no cure for my incontinence, I freaked out just like you.  What do you mean that there’s no cure?  I want to be a world famous Olympic athlete!  I of course did not pursue that path, Jill.  Instead, I made it my life goal to help people struggling with their own bladder problems.  So, I became a urologist.  I hope that my story helped you, Jill.  It usually helps a lot of my patients.”

I nodded.  “Thanks.  For now, I don’t want any of the treatments.  Just the diapers will do.  What do you think of the Trest diapers?”

The doctor’s face lit up.  “Trest?  Jill, that’s what I primarily wear.  I like to wear all the different colors, even though I can’t see them underneath my clothing.  Yes.  If you’re wearing Trest, that’s a good brand.  NorthShore MegaMax’s are also good. Don’t use the pharmacy briefs.  Those are only designed to hold small wettings.  Not the kind that we deal with every day.  So you want diapers as treatment?  I can put in a script for some NorthShore MegaMax’s.  They will be shipped to your residence discreetly so no one will know that they’re diapers.

I nodded.  “Thanks Dr. Saunders.  I think I will manage.”

I got up and I left the doctor’s office.

As much as I hated the new reality, it was now with me for the rest of my life.  Like it or not, I had to wear diapers.  And if I wanted the new reality to be more bearable for me, I now had to like diapers.

My JJ Little Besties, this was the painful discovery of my lifelong incontinence. But knowing that I had a friend who was incontinent, I was not alone.  Glytter recommended ABDL and little space as a way to cope with all of my stressful problems.  And having to wear diapers 24/7 was now going to be a constant source of stress for me.

My JJ Little Babies, are you ready to be little?  Are you ready to just let that inner child of yours come out and play?  Get ready, my besties, because Jillian Jenners is about to discover and explore a new side of herself that is about to give her a lot of relief and comfort.  She will learn how to heal that child within her that is so hurt inside and how to let it play when it wants.

Little space.  ABDL space.  Regression.  Toys.  Diapers.  Pacies.  Rattles.  Teething toys.  Baby clothes.  Yes.  Jillian Jenners is about to jump down the rabbit hole and learn all about the exciting world of ABDL.

[BabySofia]

I really love how you weave this tale! It's very enjoyable to read! Looking forward to more!

[PamperedPrince]

On 4/25/2024 at 10:54 PM, BabySofia said:

I really love how you weave this tale! It's very enjoyable to read! Looking forward to more!

Thanks BabySofia!  Here's more! 😀

Chapter 12 : Little Space is Good Space!

Welcome back, my JJ Little Bestie Fam.  At this point, are you now beginning to understand how all of these various events have each served a key role in the JJ Brand that you know and love today?  It all connects together like a little jigsaw puzzle.  Getting drunk on my first night in Philadelphia which resulted in a traumatic injury to my pelvis that I have no memory of.  All I remembered that night was crying in my room, covered in both pee and vomit, having no idea how that even happened in the first place.  All I know is that I was eating at one of Philadelphia’s fanciest restaurants with my sister and boyfriend and then I blacked out.  And because of that, I was completely oblivious to an injury that caused permanent damage to my nerves connecting my spinal cord to my bladder.  And just to let you know, my JJ Little Besties, it is currently 2028 at the time of my typing this and I have still not recovered or have shown any improvement from my untimely incontinence.  I have gotten used to it at this point, but even with it being nearly three months since the incident happened, past Jill was still struggling with the shocking reality of having virtually no bladder control and having to wear diapers for the rest of her life.  The stress that came with having to manage all of the diaper changes, practicing proper hygiene with each change, and hiding virtually every physical sign of wearing a diaper while in public from every nonconsenting adult that have no business to know about my bladder control issues.

And while the cause of my incontinence was a very important puzzle piece, every other puzzle piece carries equal importance to creating the full picture of my journey from unfortunate college graduate to diapered celebrity influencer.  The continual nightly bed wettings leading to my need to wear diapers to bed every night.  The fortunate meeting of my boyfriend due to a blind date secretly planned by my sister and her boyfriend (thanks sis!).  This piece was also important as my boyfriend’s love of video games and streaming led to my gradual interest in video games and his influence in wanting me to start my own streaming channel on Twitch.  My gradual tolerance of wearing diapers nightly.  My final farewell to Cleveland and the embarrassing accident on the airplane that ensued.  My worsening incontinence discovered from my unfortunate “fireworks” during the Fourth of July.  My uneventful First Stream on Twitch.  My first fun Twins Days Festival with my sis and how I watched my self gradually lose what was left of my continence over the course of just one weekend.  My best and worst day coming from a job offer that I was forced to refuse due to a viral TikTok called “Diaper Girl” going viral.  And finally, my painful discovery of my diapered reality after discovering the truth about the cause of my incontinence.  And believe it or not, my JJ Besties, this puzzle is not finished.  There are more pieces to add to it.  This next one is how I came to slowly accept my incontinence by learning about the ABDL lifestyle and engaging in little space through regression therapy.  This is going to be a good one, my JJ Littles so grab your pacie and your blankie and let’s get started.

Between my appointment with Dr. Davis and Dr. Saunders, I completely lost count of how many restaurants my sister took me to.  During the week, she simply invited me to have lunch with her on a dime.  On the weekends (and some Saturdays when I wasn’t on a date with Gary), she took me to a nice restaurant for dinner.  I knew exactly what she was trying to do.  She was using comfort food as a way of trying to make me feel better as I really felt worried and depressed about the hopeless state of my bladder.  The Pink Trests were certainly doing their job, but I was getting tired of changing my diapers all the time.  My twin sister’s food therapy just wasn’t working.  But I didn’t want her to think that I was showing no appreciation for what she was doing so I faked my very best smile that I could.  If my sister could see a smile on my face, it was just enough for her to get off my back about trying to butter me up concerning the diapered elephant in the room that I just didn’t want to talk about.  After all, I was inflicted with a serious condition of the bladder that I didn’t deserve.  Why was I of all people suddenly hit with such bad luck from a traumatic injury leading to my loss of bladder control?  All I wanted was to use the toilet normally like I used to.  I wanted to wear my Victoria’s Secret panties again and not experience any embarrassing accident in my pants while wearing them.

But with all the days that have passed since my appointment with Dr. Saunders, I tried to look at things the way that she did.  I tried to follow the advice of Trisha Leeson and “own” my incontinence.  I even tried to take the suggestions that Glytter told me to heart.  After all, Glytter’s incontinence has been with her for at least 20 or more years at this point.

Despite all of these suggestions that have been provided for me to use as coping mechanisms to live with my daily incontinence, nothing was working.  And with my Friday appointment with Dr. Stillman on September 29^th, I was wondering if her advice was going to be just as ineffective.

Since the very day that I broke the news to my sister about rejecting the job offer at CBS Philadelphia, she has not been leaving me alone about finding a job that can provide a “livable wage”.  Why couldn’t she just listen to me about Twitch, and how my streaming channel was beginning to grow out of control with more and more subscribers and generous bit donations every stream day?  But Twitch was totally out of the question.  Jen didn’t want to so much as hear the word mentioned in a sentence.  Since I showed her the TikTok video, all she gets is angry whenever I mention anything regarding Twitch.  Just seriously.  I am TIRED of her asking me to get a job when I am doing my Twitch job every freaking day during the week!  And in addition to Twitch, my JillianPlays YouTube channel was starting to pick up.  During the morning of my appointment with Dr. Stillman, my YouTube channel had 191,473 subscribers.

And my JJ Little Besties, if you are curious about Diaper Girl, it had 256 million views and 27 million likes the Friday that I saw Dr. Stillman.  A lot of different countries all over the world had their own unique version of “Diaper Girl” at this point.  There was even an anime version, with cute anime girls all doing the “Diaper Girl dance” in jogging pants and diapers that were barely peeking out.  Salt-N-Pepa was making record album sales all because of “Diaper Girl”.  At this point, I have gotten over the frustration and anger that I initially had when I saw “Diaper Girl” for the first time.  For me, it was generating an unparalleled level of publicity to my Twitch Channel and my Discord has grown into one of the most active Discords in the history of the platform.

All of a sudden, a loud voice broke me out of my reverie.

“Jillian Jenners?” A woman called.

I turned my back to see a woman in her mid-thirties standing next to me.  She had long locks of black hair that went down to her shoulders with a stylish prescription of bifocals.  She wore a teal blouse with a navy-blue skirt.  She stood a few inches taller than me.  I gave her a nervous glance.  “Hi?”

“Jillian or Jill?” the woman asked in a warm and friendly voice.

“Jill,” I said plainly.

The woman offered me her hand and I shook it.  “Jill it is, then.  I am Dr. Bridget Stillman, and it is time for your session.  Follow me to my office and we can begin.”

I nervously followed my therapist to her office, as a series of questions began to flood my mind.  What does this therapist want to know about me?  Why did I even ask for one in the first place?  Is she good at keeping secrets?  Each question that I tried to answer in my mind created ten additional questions.  By the time that I could even think of any additional questions, I was gently tapped on my hand by my therapist.  “Jill?  Jill?”

I glanced at Dr. Stillman, giving her my full attention.  “Yes?”

The doctor adjusted her glasses and smiled.  “I see that you are very deep in thought.  You almost look a little anxious.  There is no need to worry, Jill.  Everything that is discussed here is completely confidential.  Now, please take a seat.”  She pointed down to a soft tan couch and I sat down.  I glanced around her office and noticed a few bookshelves by her desk filled with various books pertaining to psychology and therapy.  Different fidget toys were laying all over her desk, along with a few board games that I noticed that were stacked on the top shelf of one of her bookshelves.  I even saw…No.  Was it?  Yes!  A Nintendo Switch!  I also noticed a few cabinets and drawers along with a few soft blankets and plush animals on the floor.

When Dr. Stillman noticed my eyes moving all over the room, she nodded.  “Yes Jill.  There are a variety of different things that I do with my patients to help with their treatment.  Now please answer this for me before we get started.  Are you comfortable with me sitting beside you?”

I nodded.  “Go on ahead.”

My therapist sat beside me and gave me a focused stare, as if she wanted me to give her eye contact.  “Good.  Now we are not going to focus so much on your treatment today.  What I would like to do is get to know Jillian Jenners.  To make you feel more comfortable with sharing, I will share with you a little bit about myself.  You already know my name.  Bridget Stillman.  I was born an only child in Pittsburgh.  This bothered me as I never had any siblings of my own.  But I had a lot of cousins.  Then nieces and nephews.  I grew up with anxiety and needed treatment from a child psychologist.  That’s a little bit about me.  What can you tell me about yourself, Jill?”

I nervously fidgeted, pressing my fingers back and forth over the fabric of my orange red skirt.  I began with the most obvious facts about myself.  That I had an identical twin sister named Jennifer and how we both grew up in Jasper, a small city in Indiana.  How both I and Jen had totally different interests growing up.  How I always loved watching the evening news growing up as a kid.  How my love for watching the anchor made me want to be a news anchor and to go to school to become one.  How I got my Bachelor of Science Degree in Communication.  How I was so broke that my sister had to bail me out and have me move in with her.  All while I shared this information, Dr. Stillman never once interrupted me.  She just kept letting me speak until I had nothing left to say.

After I finished telling her about being taken in by my sister, I became silent.  What else was left to tell her, besides the most embarrassing things that I wasn’t at all comfortable with revealing?  I sighed, as I wasn’t about to give her any other details concerning my private life.

Dr. Stillman glanced down at her notebook, which now had a copious amount of notes from all of the information that I provided her with.  “Very interesting, Jill.” She told me.  “Now, tell me.  Were you able to find any work yet?  You look a little uncomfortable.  Look at me, Jill.  I am a licensed therapist and because of HIPAA law, I cannot disclose information from any of my other patients to you.  What this means is that I will never share this information to any other patient.  If I violate this, I will lose my job.  Now Jill, can you tell me what you are uncomfortable with sharing?  Maybe you would like to play a round of Mario Kart 8 with me on the Nintendo Switch?”

Those two words triggered all of the newfound passions that I discovered when Gary introduced me to video games.  While my first initial experience was when my sister was gone at work, he really got me to enjoy playing them to the point that I can’t stop playing now.  I gasped.  “You’re a gamer?”

Dr. Stillman nodded.  “Yes Jill.  Video games is a big passion of mine when I am not holding therapy sessions with my patients.  It was my escape growing up since I had no other siblings.  I also watch other people play video games on streams.  Have you heard of Twitch?”

I gasped.  At this point, the conversation was almost begging to be discussed.  Video games, and now Twitch?  This coincidence almost convinced me that Dr. Stillman could read my mind.  She was merely drawing me out with all the things that she could gather from her cognitive superpowers in mind reading.  “What?  You like video games and Twitch?”

Dr. Stillman suddenly gave me a strange look.  “Wait a second, Jill.  You look familiar.   Very familiar.   Why do you look so familiar?  Wait!  Are you JillianPlays?”

My heart sank.  My therapist’s rather unique hobby in playing video games and watching streams has exposed me in the most awkward and embarrassing way possible.  I nervously fidgeted on the couch seat as I felt my pink Trest diaper getting warm.  “Um…Yeah…” I muttered.  “Y-yes I…am.  I am…JillianPlays.”  I looked away from my therapist, as things were starting to get too embarrassing for me to tolerate.

“Jill,” she said calmly.  “What is there to be ashamed of?  You have a wonderful channel with a following that’s growing every day.  Could it be…that Diaper Girl video on TikTok?”

That triggered a level of anger in me that I didn’t even know was there.  “STOP!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.  My face was burning red, and I was now hiding my face in complete embarrassment.  And if that were not bad enough, I was about to cry.

“Jill…Is it okay if I hug you?”

I was still hiding my face from the therapist.  I didn’t want her to see the face of Diaper Girl, let alone JillianPlays.  “Yes…” my voice squeaked in a very high tone.

The next thing that I could feel was the arms of my therapist wrapped around me.  And, as much as I was trying to fight tears, the flood gates opened.  A stream of tears came out of both my eyes as I began to sob loudly.

My therapist gave me a soft pat on the back.  “Jill, it’s going to be okay.  What you are experiencing is painful trauma compounded with post-traumatic stress.  You have bottled all of these feelings inside of yourself, and now you are letting everything out.  Can I have your permission to try out a different treatment option?”

My face was red and puffy, and it was hard to see my therapist with all the tears that were still coming out of my eyes.  I was short of breath and was starting to hiccup while still crying.  “I’ll try something different…sure…”

Dr. Stillman pulled her office drawer open and I saw her holding something that made me gasp.  I could not believe my eyes.  It was a yellow pacifier, but it was much bigger than a baby pacifier.  “Here.  I want you to begin sucking on this until you stop crying.  Take deep breaths through your nose and relax…”

Still hiccup sobbing, I grabbed the pacifier at her request and began to suck on it.  As weird as it felt, I began to find myself starting to relax.  I only focused on breathing through my nose, but I felt very calm and for a moment, it was almost like my therapist was not even in this room.  I finally removed the pacifier and breathed out a sigh of relief.  Although my face was wet, I was no longer crying.

“Feel better?” she asked me.  “Believe it or not, some adults with autism use pacifiers to help themselves calm down.  It seems to be very effective for you.  Do you think that this is something that you would want to try the next time that you are upset?”

I could not believe it, but I was finding myself nodding up and down.  I was about to give her the pacifier back, but she balled up her hands and shook her head.

“Keep it.” She told me.  “Use that pacifier the next time that you are upset.  Now, Jill.  I have another question for you.  Are you familiar with regression therapy?”

I gasped.  This was the same thing that Glytter was talking about.  I nodded.

“Okay,” she told me.  “Before I talk about this therapy, I would like to address some things that might be bothering you.  Now both Dr. Davis and Dr. Saunders have provided me with their notes from your recent appointments with them.  It appears that you were involved in a traumatic accident that has damaged the nerves in your bladder and now you are incontinent and need to wear protection 24/7.  All of the new changes that you suddenly have to adapt to along with that viral video has overwhelmed you with stress.  Now we can talk about these events at later appointments, but I would like to determine what is causing you the most damage so that I can begin to form a treatment plan for you.” 

“Now you told me that you were familiar with regression therapy.  My reason for bringing this up is because this was prescribed to me to deal with my anxiety when I was little.  Now I still face anxiety problems as an adult, but what I find to be the most comforting is to be held by someone.  As a child, my mother began holding me again, and my mind began to return to where it was when I was only an infant, being held in my mother’s arms.  My husband does this to me now, but the place where your mind goes to find your little self inside you is called little space.  Finding this space is different for each person.  For you, it could be just using that pacifier when you are upset.  Is regression therapy something that you would want to try, Jill?”

I gave her a soft nod.  “Can little space be something like peeing my diaper while I’m in bed?” I blurted.

Dr. Stillman nodded.  “Yes.  Little space is anything that makes you feel like you are little again.  There are many triggers and it’s different for each person.  But no matter who you are, little space is very cathartic.  Little space is good space.”

I found myself blurting out more information regarding little space.  I told my therapist about Glytter and how she was also incontinent like I was and how she used regression therapy.  I told her about the ABDL diapers that she purchased for me and how she planned to buy me some additional things to promote that little space.

“It’s good that you have a friend that understands little space,” she told me.  “Let her help you find that space and use it to heal your inner child.  There are still a lot of hidden traumas that we need to talk through and discuss, but if regression therapy is something that you want to do, we can discuss all the things that we want in that therapy and I will formulate a treatment plan with those things that you want.  Consider that your homework assignment for next week’s session.  Do you want just a pacifier?  Some patients have gone all the way and have dressed themselves up like babies and live like this full time with their own caregiver to take care of them.  Maybe you don’t want to be that extreme, but this is your treatment.  What does Jillian need to best treat what ails her?  Considering your huge Twitch following…”

“And YouTube following,” I added.  “Almost 200,000 subscribers.”

Dr. Stillman nodded.  “And YouTube following, paying for therapy is not going to be an issue for you.  As a bit of advice, I would invest some of the money that you are making to secure your finances.”

I nodded and took all this to heart.  I shoved the yellow pacifier into one of the smaller pouches in my backpack purse (AKA diaper bag) and zipped up the pouch.  I thanked my therapist for the appointment and told her that I would work on the “homework assignment” that she had for me.

For today’s stream, I decided to play Animal Crossing: New Horizons for one more day before starting on anything new.  From numerous suggestions on my Discord, I would be starting on every single 2D Mario game before Super Mario Bros. Wonder released on October 20^th.  Super Mario RPG would release on November 17, 2023, so I would want to play the original SNES version before then (Gary could lend me his SNES and game so I could play it without any issues of trying to acquire the game for myself.)

After the stream, I focused my attention on a few more boxes that Glytter sent me.  I opened up all of the boxes and could not believe the contents that I found: An adult sized changing mat from Rearz.  A pink Simba glass feeding bottle plus an ABDL baby bottle that looked like it could hold twice as much fluid as the Simba bottle.  A few different onesie bodysuits in different colors and patterns.  A few were from LittleforBig.  A few more were from Land of Genie.  And still a few more were from Onesies Down Under.  Altogether, there were at least 20 different onesies that she sent me.  She also sent three different cotton footed sleepers from Rearz.  And, as promised, I found her Glytter pacifier, which was skillfully crafted, with different decorations around the ring.  I could see the beautiful glitter around the pacifier.  It almost looked too good to suck on.  Along with the pacifier came a few pacifier clips from LittleforBig.  Feeling very self-conscious, I said good night to my sister before beginning my regression therapy treatment.

Before I began dressing up in the baby clothes, I took the dish soup from the kitchen and began washing the pink Simba bottle in my bathroom.  The door was closed, so my sister didn’t see me taking the bottle into the bathroom.  After giving it a thorough wash, I filled two glasses of milk from the kitchen and poured enough milk to fill the Simba bottle.  Realizing that I only needed one glass, I poured the extra milk back into the milk jug and placed it back in the fridge.  I then took the pink Simba bottle full of milk into my bedroom.

From there, it began.  I laid out the Rearz Little Monsters changing mat and got a Tykables Animooz diaper out of my closet.  I undressed myself and laid on the changing mat.  I removed the soggy pink Trest diaper and used all my changing supplies to wipe and apply cream to myself before powdering the new diaper.  I then diapered myself and put on a LittleforBig onesie that was white with yellow stars, blue clouds, and blue sleeves with white polka dots.  A feeling of excitement came upon me as I began to snap the three yellow crotch buttons.  SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!  The three buttons were securely snapped and the onesie was now securely fastened over my Animooz diaper.  I felt constrained, but in a good way as I felt the snugness of the onesie hugging around the crotch of my diaper and up to my back.  I tied the new Glytter pacifier around a yellow pacifier clip and clipped the pacifier ribbon to the collar of my onesie. 

I turned off the lights and I got into my queen bed, holding the pink Simba glass feeding bottle.  I got into the covers and I began to suck on the feeding bottle.  The same feeling of calmness came over me as the yellow pacifier from earlier.  The short intermittent gulps of milk entered me as I began to feel…different.  I no longer felt like an adult.  I was now filled with a sense of excitement and wonder.  Like everything felt like it was brand new once again.  I…I couldn’t believe it.  After my bottle of milk was gone, I began to coo and babble.  I kicked my feet up and down and suddenly felt anxious.  The kind of anxiety that an infant would feel from being over stimulated.  I immediately stuck my Glytter pacifier in my mouth and my infantile anxiety was gone.  This…was good.  I could already feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulder.  This…was little space.

“Little space IS good space.” I said.  But if you were to hear it, it would’ve sounded like “libble spahs ih gud spahs” since my words sounded like a baby trying to speak for the first time.

I woke up and realized that I was still wearing my baby clothes from the night before.  I yanked the ribbon on the pacifier clip and grabbed the Glytter pacifier.  Smiling, I popped it in my mouth and began sucking on it.

I was in such a calm trance that I didn’t even realize that the door to my room cracked open.  All of a sudden, I heard a shout from my twin sister.

“JILLIAN!  WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING?!!”

I spit the pacifier out of my mouth and glanced at my sister, who turned the light on in my room.

Jen’s mouth was wide open as she glanced at the changing mat on the floor, the empty pink Simba feeding bottle, and the top of my onesie with the ribbon of my pacifier clip sticking out from my collar.  “Jillian Marie Jenners, WHAT are you doing dressed up like a baby?  Just look at you!  You are wearing a onesie with a pacifier clipped to it!  You have a changing mat on the floor with an empty baby bottle!  Why, I don’t even know what to say right now…”

I held the pacifier in my hands as part of the ribbon dangled down.  “I do.  My therapist recommended regression therapy and to wear all these things so that I can find my little space…”

“So you just dress up like a baby to do that?” Jen shouted.  “Jill, I know that you are incontinent, but that doesn’t make you a baby.  But this?  You need to look at yourself in a mirror!  Why Gary, your boyfriend?  He would DUMP you if he found out that you were into doing this.  Can you please stop?”

“And stop my treatment?” I said, scowling.  “This is what my therapist recommended to me.”

“And THIS is what I recommend to you!” Jen countered.  “Get a different therapist!  She’s a quack, Jill!  Just tell me.  How old are you?”

“21…” I muttered.

“Well, you could’ve fooled me!” Jen said.  “Jill, infants wear onesies, suck on pacifiers, and are fed with baby bottles.  Are you an infant, Jill?”

Having given my sister’s question a little thought, a mischievous smile came across my face.  “Yes, I am!  Look at me!  I am baby Jill!  Goo goo ga ga!”

“Stop!” Jen shouted, looking even more upset.  “You are NOT an infant!  I am going to leave this room and I want all of those baby clothes off!”

I sighed.  “Really?  Jennifer, this is MY room!”

“And this is MY apartment!” Jen said, before realizing the mistake that she had just made.   “Wait…Your name is on the co-lease so you have equal ownership…Fine Jill!  If you want to dress up like a baby, do it in the privacy of this room!  But I DON’T want to see you prancing around the apartment in a onesie and…” She tugged back the underside of the onesie to expose the padded butt of my diaper.   “What is this?  They make baby diapers for ADULTS?  I am so disgusted and mortified right now.  Just…get it back off and put your adult clothes back on.  Your pink Trests are fine…Plus those NorthShore MegaMaxes.  I just don’t want to see those baby clothes AGAIN!”  Jen stormed off and firmly closed the door behind her, with her angry voice still trailing off in the distance.

“I can’t believe it!!!!  My twin sister is dressed up like a baby!  URRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

I hastily put away all of my ABDL paraphernalia, cramming everything into the closet.  The changing mat, the onesie, the pacifier, and the Pink Simba feeding bottle (I will wash this when my sister is at work).

The rest of the morning felt awkward, as my sister began to gripe over my lack of a real job and how my streaming wasn’t going to pay the bills.  I was showered and in a new lime green skirt (Skirts were all I wore now, considering how easy they hide my diapers.)  and a black Ann Taylor ruffle button top.

Instead of the usual date with Gary, both he and Joey decided to have another Mario Kart night at the Jenners Twins apartment.  I made absolutely sure that all of my ABDL things were hidden in my closet.

At around 3:00, everyone came over.  Joey, Trisha, Bradley, Gary, and Mark.  Joey and Gary brought a few 12 packs of soda to share.

We all took turns playing four-player Mario Kart.  During the evening that I played, something crazy happened.  I actually got first for the first time!  I came in first with Princess Peach and Gary came in second with Mario.  I just couldn’t believe it.

Just about everyone knew about me wearing diapers at this point.  Joey knew, since he watched the VOD during the same day of my embarrassing wardrobe malfunction and discovered the Diaper Girl TikTok.  Just about?  Okay.  Everyone knew because of Diaper Girl.  And considering its popularity at this point in time, everyone has seen Diaper Girl by now.  So, when I announced that I was heading off to the bathroom, they just knew that I was going in there to change my diaper.  Minutes later, I came back out in a fresh diaper, which I could probably wear for the rest of the night, considering how crazy the absorbency is on these Trest diapers.

Gary quietly mouthed to me, as if to say, “In a fresh one?”.  I gave him a light nod.

The night went on as we guzzled soda, ate pizza, and played Mario Kart to our hearts’ content.  Or, in Joey’s case, it was to our “Karts’” content.  I never got first again that night, but managed to snag second a few times, as my drifting skills were improving and as I grew more familiar with the tracks, my performance was greatly improving.

I then saw another surprise.  Trisha actually came in first!  Her Isabelle beat Joey, who came in second as Donkey Kong, followed by Bradley, who came in third as Yoshi.

The other thing that I noticed about Trisha was how she occasionally looked at me when I was playing.  I also noticed something very weird about her that evening.  During the entire time that she was over, I did not see her get up once to use the bathroom.  And while it might have just been my imagination, I couldn’t help but notice a crinkling sound coming from her when she walked around the living room.  Could Trisha possibly be wearing diapers?  I don’t have any idea.  Since Bradley was always around her and I didn’t want to embarrass her in front of her boyfriend, I never asked her about the suspicions that I had regarding her undergarments in question.  Besides, Trisha too wore a skirt like I did, so if she was wearing a diaper, it was not at all noticeable.

During a few moments while we ate our pizza, both Gary and Joey mentioned how popular my stream was.  Jen then shut the two down, expressing her disapproval by mentioning how something like that was not going to make me a lot of money and that I should get a “real job”.  Before Gary and Joey could counter Jen’s argument, Jen warned them to not make any more remarks about Twitch and that the discussion was over.

At around 11:00, both Jen and I politely “kicked” everyone out.  Like the last meeting, which was eons ago considering how busy everyone was during the summer, we all agreed to have another Mario Kart evening again.  Perhaps, at Joey’s suggestion, we should do this once a month.  With that, the next Mario Kart weekend would be in October, and it would be a costume party with it being close to Halloween.

After everyone left, my twin sister still looked quite annoyed.

I glanced at her with a puzzled look on my face.  “Jen,” I addressed her.  “Just what is your problem?”

Jen sighed.  “I don’t know…” she said sarcastically.  “Joey only mentioned your Twitch stream about TEN different times!  Jill, I’ve had it.  I want you to close your Twitch account and get a REAL job!”

My heart skipped a beat.  “No!  I am NOT closing my account!”

“Jill!” she shouted.  “You need to get a real job!  Just tell me.  How many times have you looked for work this week?”

“None…” I told her.  “Because my job is Twitch.”

“Not anymore!” she told me.  “We are going into your room and you’re going to close your account.  Then on Monday, I will want you to have a job by the end of the day.”

I smiled.  “Then I will just do YouTube…”

“No!” Jen shouted.  “You will also close your YouTube account!  It’s a waste of time!”

I sighed.  “You who are so good with money…. Do you have any idea how much money I’m making doing this?”

Jen fiercely shook her head.

I gave my twin sister a smirk.  “Fine.  If you want to close all of my accounts, then I want you to look at the balances before you do.  Sound fair?”

Jen nodded.  “Sounds fair to me!  I’m going to show you just how little you’re making.  That a Twitch job is a waste of time, and you should really try to get another anchor job…”

I laughed.  “They all know about Diaper Girl.  I could never get another anchor job.”

Jen walked to my bedroom and glanced at my laptop setup.  “Show me your accounts.”

I got onto my Twitch account and showed her the income that I was making from September alone.

“WHAT?” Jen gasped.  “This can’t be right!  The number I’m reading is $74,818.80!  That has to be just this year, right?”

I shook my head with a smile.  “Nope.  That’s the amount of money that I made from just a month.”

Jen gasped.  “ONE…month?  That’s half of my salary…in one month!  Then how much did you make last month?”

“Let’s see…” I said, smiling.  “August.  I made $6,680.25 in August.  And if we include my first month, I have made $81,623.80 off of Twitch so far.  I’m already making almost $30,000 more than my job offer, which was about $56,000…”

Jen was now speechless.  She was pointing her index finger at me with her mouth wide open.  “Wow!” she then grabbed me by the arms and began shaking me in excitement.  “Why didn’t you tell me that you made this much off of streaming?!!!  Why, the year is not even over yet!  Who knows?  By next month, your one-month paycheck could equal more than my year’s salary!  Jillian!  Why didn’t you tell me?”

I gave my sister a glare, looking a little pissed.  “Why?” I scowled.  “I tried to tell you but you wouldn’t listen to me.  Now, are you going to close my account?”

Jen shook her head.  “Why would I do that? If these are actual numbers, then you’re making more than what I could even imagine!”

I gave my sister another smirk.  “We’re not done.  We still need to ‘close’ my YouTube account…”

I showed Jen the adsense earnings from YouTube, from all the views that it generated so far. “$11,017.50 so far this year. Not bad for a channel with 200,000 subscribers.  I already have a few offers for my first sponsorship.  It’s just a little more but if you add it to Twitch, that’s $92,641.30.  It’s not quite your income, but it’s a start…”

“And how do you get all that money on Twitch?” Jen asked me.

“Subscriptions and donations.” I told her.  “Do you see the numbers?  I currently have 592,891 followers, and 28,216 have subscriptions.  About 85% of these subscribers have a Tier 1 Sub, which is $4.99 per month.  80% use their free Twitch Prime account.  What this means is I earn $2.50 from each one of those Tier 1’s.  Twitch gets the other half.  I have already reached partner last month.”

Jen gave me a skeptical look.  “Okay.  To ensure that this is for real, I want to see your bank account.”

Back in mid-July, Jen helped me open a Philadelphia Federal Credit Union account.  I opened up the PFCU app on my phone and pulled up my account.  “Read it and weep!” I shouted.

Jen glanced at the balance and gasped.  “$86,473.52?!  Okay!  I believe you!  Go!  Keep making money from Twitch and YouTube and put me in the poor house with my pathetic earnings as a CPA.  Now Jill?  Get back to work!” After that, Jen was silent, and I could see the tears that were coming out of her eyes.  “My sister is making so much money from just playing video games all day…”  She then gave me a serious look.  “Don’t spend too much of that.  You are going to be taxed on your earnings at the end of the year…”

I nodded and patted my hands on my sister’s back.  “I couldn’t believe it either at first.  Here…” I gave my sister a tissue and she wiped the tears out of her eyes, before blowing her nose.

To quickly summarize Sunday, I went to church with my sister and Joey again and we had a delicious breakfast.  The rest of the day was spent enjoying some more Animal Crossing with my sister.

When Monday came around, Jen wanted to personally speak to my therapist, since I had her listed as my representative.  After an hour-long conversation with her, she pulled me aside during my stream break.

“Jill,” she addressed me.  “I talked to Dr. Stillman, and she told me to support your treatment.  She explained to me regression therapy in more detail than what I cared to even know.  Anyway, go ahead and do what is good for your mental health.  But let me warn you.  None of our friends can know.  Joey can’t know.  Gary can’t know.  None of our friends!  She spoke about the rule of consent and how my initial attitude towards your treatment demonstrated non-consent.  She expressed to me the importance of supporting you as a twin sister and how damaging it would be to discourage your treatment.  Now, does it mean that I like your decision to both dress and act like a baby?  No.  It’s a tough pill for me to swallow.  I don’t know if I can get used to seeing you act like a baby, but I will at the very least tolerate it for your sake.  I want to support you, even if it means something that I don’t totally agree with.  So get your baby things on after the stream.  Just don’t come crawling to me if you need that diaper changed.”

I nodded.  “I would never ask you to do that.  I mean, I have been changing my own diapers since my incontinence began.  Thanks for supporting me, sis.”  I gave her a hug and had a quick dinner, before my stream break ended.

I continued playing through Super Mario Bros. again and managed to get through most of The Lost Levels by the time the stream was over.

After the stream, I put on all of my baby things and said good night to my sister, fully dressed in the same onesie and pacifier as the night before.

“Cute…” my sister said, indicating a strong tone of sarcasm in her voice.  “Well, my little baby sister is ready for beddie bye!”  She saw the empty pink Simba feeding bottle that I was holding.  “Aw…Is my baby sis going to get a milky baa baa?”

I nodded with a loud cooing sound.

“Well, joking aside Jill, I hope that you have a wonderful sleep tonight.  Again, this baby thing and regression therapy is still very weird to me, but if it’s going to help you heal, I don’t want to discourage that.  Nini my baby sis!”

“Nini Jin!” I shouted in my toddler voice.

I waddled over to the fridge and filled my pink bottle with milk. I then entered my bedroom and got into my bed.  I sucked down the bottle, feeling a sense of calmness come over me.  I felt my adulthood vanishing before my very eyes.  All of my senses were intensified, and I felt like an infant again.  I cooed, babbled, and sucked on my pacifier when the infantile anxiety got the best of me.

Having thought of what Dr. Stillman told me, she was indeed right.  Little space is good space.

I calmly suckled my pacifier and before I even knew it, I was fast asleep.

[warpiper]

Still amazing! Keep up the good work!

[PamperedPrince]

3 hours ago, warpiper said:

Still amazing! Keep up the good work!

Thanks!  The next thing that I want to explore with the story is the Jenners Twins' family.  Not a lot has been discussed here but with a Christmas chapter, more of this will be revealed.  How does the Jenners family take to Jill's incontinence and her newfound fame as a popular Twitch Streamer?  If you remember Chapter One, the parents never attended either of their girl's graduations.  This kind of offers a clue as to how close the Jenners family actually is...

[BabySofia]

So I really do enjoy this tale. If I have one criticism (and it's minor!) is that I kind of wish you had used another name for the sisters instead of Jenner. You're coming up with a tale that is too good in my mind to be limited to the first thought being that 'real' family. Something you might consider down the road on an edit when you finish? If you keep up the good work, I could see this being marketable on Kindle or other platforms.

Looking forward to more as you have time! 🙂

[PamperedPrince]

53 minutes ago, BabySofia said:

So I really do enjoy this tale. If I have one criticism (and it's minor!) is that I kind of wish you had used another name for the sisters instead of Jenner. You're coming up with a tale that is too good in my mind to be limited to the first thought being that 'real' family. Something you might consider down the road on an edit when you finish? If you keep up the good work, I could see this being marketable on Kindle or other platforms.

Looking forward to more as you have time! 🙂

A wonderful idea.  The only caveat is that their last name has to start with a J.  I was thinking about this when I was looking into the mother's family.  There will be an aunt in a later chapter.  I do have have another "J" name in mind besides Jenners that I may try.  Thanks for the feedback!

The other thing that has come to mind is that they will lose their "J" name once they get married.  They will still use professionally though.  Just something else that I thought of... 😀

[BabySofia]

2 hours ago, PamperedPrince said:

I do have have another "J" name in mind besides Jenners that I may try.

Jones, Jenson, Jefferson, Jennings all come to mind as possible replacements. Like I said, minor thing 🙂 Just wanted to throw it out there though, really enjoying your tale! 💜

[PamperedPrince]

8 hours ago, BabySofia said:

Jones, Jenson, Jefferson, Jennings all come to mind as possible replacements. Like I said, minor thing 🙂 Just wanted to throw it out there though, really enjoying your tale! 💜

I was drawn to Jennings myself.  Going to work on the next chapter today. I look forward to working on it!😀