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Christmas Dolly - 3

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

"Oh, my, gosh! You look absolutely ~adorable~ Callie! Are you excited about your big performance today?" Penelope's voice rang out as Callie entered the living room of her family's house.

Callie wanted to blush. She wanted to bury her face in her hands. She wanted to scream out that something was wrong. Instead, she felt herself compelled to let out a big beaming smile, bounce excitedly on her toes, and run over to her sister and give her a big hug.

"Penny! Thank you! I'm so, so, so, so, so excited! I love singing!" Callie said with horrifyingly childlike exuberance as she embraced her sister.

"That's wonderful, sweetie," Penelope said as she released the hug, looking down at Callie with a knowing smile.

That smile--that Cheshire Cat grin--Penelope knew what was going on. That little bitch knew and was just playing along! Callie was practically screaming inside of her head as she continued to hold tightly to her sister like a young child.

"And what's this? Are you and your dolly matching today? Callie, that is extra adorable! You are just the cutest," Penelope continued as, involuntarily, Callie continued to beam at the praise. "I love your cuddles, ~baby~ sister, but we really do have to get going," Callie's younger sister continued, taking Callie's hand and leading her to their parents' car where a booster seat, clearly meant for Callie, was set up in the back seat.

Callie crawled into the booster seat and let her little sister buckle her in, as if this was the most normal thing in the world. As she was being buckled in by her sister, Callie marvelled at Penelope's church outfit. While appropriately conservative, it hugged her body tightly, making the 19-year-old woman look much more 'adult' than Callie had ever seen her before.

Callie couldn't help but cringe internally (not externally as she still couldn't get her body to show any signs of embarrassment or displeasure in her situation) when she compared Penny's mature, beautiful outfit, to her own childish and, admittedly, adorable one.

After buckling her older sister in, Penelope climbed into the seat next to her and engaged in small talk with Callie as they were driven to church.

"Callie, can I see your dolly? I want to look at it's cute little outfit!" Penny said reaching out for the doll.

Callie smiled as she handed the doll over to her sister excitedly.

"Uh huh! Isn't she so beeeeaaauuuutiful! Just like me!"

Callie watched as Penny took the doll and began examining every inch of it. Eventually, the younger woman flipped up the doll's skirt, revealing the panties underneath.

"Well, this can't be right?" Penelope said, pinching the doll's tiny cotton panties that were nearly identical to those currently wrapped around Callie's bum.

For once, Callie's internal confusion matched her external expression.

"What, sissy?" Callie asked, genuinely not seeing the problem.

"Well, Callie, this dolly is wearing panties! But, she is so much smaller than you, like a little Baby Callie! Don't you think she should be wearing a cute little diapy, like a baby, instead of these silly big-girl panties?"

Penelope, mysteriously, pulled out one of the diapers from the doll's box out of a pocket as she spoke.

Callie screamed out in her head at the phrase, "Baby Callie," now almost certain at what Penelope was trying to do. Her body, controlled by the elementary school version of herself, squealed out in glee.

Fuck, Callie thought to herself, as she remembered just how much the younger version of herself loved baby dolls.

With joyful enthusiasm, Callie's body plucked her doll and the diaper offered by her little sister out of Penelope's hands. Sticking her tongue out in concentration, she flipped up the doll's skirt, pulled off the tiny panties, and replaced them with the diaper.

Callie grinned almost maniacally as she cradled the newly minted baby doll in her arms and rocked it.

"Aw," said Penny, "I bet all of your little friends at Sunday School are going to be so jealous of your new little baby!"

The remaining drive to church passed uneventfully. Once at the beautiful, white building, Callie's Mommy ushered her to the Sunday School room.

"Now you be a good girl, and listen to Mrs. Henderson, ok?" her Mommy said, before walking out to the church proper.

Callie looked around the colorful, childish room nervously once her mom left, feverishly clutching her doll. The room was filled with children, from toddlers to high schoolers, dressed in their best church clothes. Walking around the room and towering over everyone but Callie, was a middle-aged woman who had to be the Mrs. Henderson Callie's Mommy was talking about.

Feeling a nervous pang in her bladder, Callie's adult mind, understanding the potential ramifications of diapering her doll, became concerned. Luckily for Callie, her younger mind was worried about her need to go potty, as well.

With her little and big sides in concert for once, Callie walked up to Mrs. Henderson and tugged on her skirt.

"Um, ma'am," Callie chirped out timidly, "I gotta go potty."

The older woman looked at Callie, her face showing no signs of recognition that she was talking to an adult rather than a child.

"Oh, sweet Callie, we don't have time! The Christmas program starts soon, and you are first! Let's get you to the stage."

Callie, to her chagrin, found herself being led out to a stage, decorated for Christmas, in front of all of the church's parishioners. The pressure in her bladder was growing along with her nerves. Callie couldn't help but do a potty dance while clutching her doll as the priest introduce her.

"Now, for the first part of our program, Little Callie here is performing a solo rendition of Silent Night!"

Callie blushed as Mrs. Henderson pushed her to the center of the stage, thrusting a microphone in her hand. The 27-year-old who was on the verge of wetting her comically childish panties, began to sing quietly to the crowd.

"Siiiiiiiilent Night, Hooooolllly Night," she belted out timidly. With each word, the pressure in her bladder grew.

Callie's adult mind, able to tell she was on the verge of disaster, screamed at her body to move. To abandon the stage. To find a bathroom.

Once again, her body refused to listen.

Callie just stood there on stage, singing and doing a little potty dance until the song ended and the dam broke.

A deep blush formed on Callie's cheeks as she felt sudden relief from the pressure on her bladder as well as a warm, wet trickle running down her legs. She looked out into the crowd to find her family. Her Mommy was shaking her head in disappointment, moving back towards the Sunday School room while Penelope, in her beautiful church outfit, was giggling into her hand.

Callie, having finished her song, was quickly ushered off the stage by Mrs. Henderson as tears started to form in her eyes.

"Oh, sweetie, did your Mommy forget to diaper you today? Don't cry, don't cry! You did so good! Let's go get you cleaned up!" The older woman soothed Callie like an actual child.

As Mrs. Henderson herded her away from the judging eyes of the audience, Callie tried to make her way to the Sunday School classroom. As she put her hand on the room's doorknob, her fingers were brushed away.

"Oh, baby, you are a bit too little for this room yet! Let's go find your Mommy!"

As Callie let herself be directed to the Nursery the next door down, trying her best to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of urine cooling on her skin, she felt her heart drop. Callie's adult mind shuddered. This wasn't good.

As Callie entered the pastel room that smelled of urine, baby powder, and messy diapers, she was immediately greeted by her Mommy.

"Oh, princess," Callie's Mommy said, taking her adult daughter's face in her hands, "What was Mommy thinking? You clearly aren't ready for big girl undies! Let's get you all dry and comfy, baby girl."

Callie's adult and childish mind were once again in sync. The shame that Callie's "big girl" brain felt at having wet herself was shared equally by the infantile side that was controlling her actions.

"Mama, I'm so sorry! I… I… I tried…" Callie sniffled out, tears starting to run down her face.

Her Mommy let out a soft, gentle sigh, and caressed her cheek.

"Oh, sweetie, you're not in trouble. This is Mommy's fault, not yours. I should have known you were too little. Now you just hold onto that little Dolly while we get you in a nice, dry diapy!"

Callie stopped crying and smiled while, internally, she screamed. She was an adult. She didn't belong in this childish dress. She definitely didn't belong in a diaper.

But, once again, she couldn't stop herself. She was like a passenger in her own body as she meekly followed her Mommy to the changing table, climbed up, and let her mother, for the first time in over two decades, strip urine soaked clothes off her body and pin her into a gigantic cloth diaper.

Once back on the ground, Callie couldn't help but be amazed at the thickness of the garment between her legs. Despite her best efforts, she could only stand with her legs at an awkwardly wide angle. Each step she took became more like a waddle, and she felt the need to hold her Mommy's hand to keep from falling on her padded backside.

More embarrassing than that for Callie's adult mind, while she was on the changing table, it appeared as if the skirt of her dress had magically shrunk. The skirt had been somewhat modest before being changed into a diaper. Now, however, no matter how she moved, the fluffy white padding between her legs peaked out for all to see.

Outwardly, though, Callie appeared to be content with her evolving situation. She clung to her Mommy's hand with one hand and her dolly with the other. A small dribble of pee slowly entered her thirsty diaper as she was led back out to the church's vestibule, where parishioners were gathering now that the holiday program had ended.

For the next hour, Callie clung to her mother like the shy toddler she was dressed as, as she was praised for her singing and teased for her accident. Callie wanted to die as old women pinched her cheeks and called her a cutie, before turning to her mother and chastising her for letting such a young thing run around unpadded.

The trip to church ended, blessedly, uneventfully, and Callie's whole family loaded back in the car to head home. Callie's adult mind was less than shocked to find the booster she had rode in on had been replaced with a full-blown child seat.

Once back home, the rest of the day went well enough. Callie endured the light teasing of her sister and babying from her parents. A couple of diapers changes left Callie mortified, however. So, Callie was relieved when Penelope, of all people, announced it was Callie's bed time.

Now I'm nothing but a festive sweater, tights, and her not-so-dry diaper, Callie let Penelope lead her back to her room, that now more resembled a toddler's room than the elementary schooler's room it was earlier today.

Callie let Penelope change her diaper and dress her in a set of cute, two piece Christmas jammies.

Callie became concerned, however, when Penelope picked up her new doll and grinned at her.

"Callie, sweetie, don't you think we should get your baby ready for bed too? You don't want Santa to think you don't care for your toys."

Internally, adult Callie was screaming. She didn't know what Penny was up to, but anything involving the doll had proven to be disastrous for her on this trip.

Externally, however, Callie exclaimed in shock.

"No, no, no! Santa's gotta knows I'm a good girl! Let's get baby all tucked in safe!"

Penelope smiled as Callie, once again driven by her newly minted childish instincts, dug through the doll's box and pulled out a onesie and crib.

"This?" Callie asked, holding up her finds to her little sister.

Penelope smiled, "Those look perfect baby! Why don't you get your baby dressed and all tucked into her cribby!"

Callie giggled and did exactly as her sister said, although she did it slowly, with the dexterity of a toddler.

In her mind, Callie was screaming at herself to stop. Yelling that there would be consequences for this. But her body just wouldn't listen. Her toddler brain loved to baby her toys and putting her dolly to sleep in a crib just felt natural.

"Perfect, Callie! Now let's get you tucked in!" Penelope helped her diapered big sister into her bed, tucking the sheets in around her before giving her a tender kiss on the forehead.

"Sleep tight, baby girl! I bet Santa is going to have plenty of surprises in-store for you in the morning!"

As Penelope flipped the light switch, leaving the room illuminated by nothing but the bright nightlight plugged into the wall, Callie flooded her diapers involuntarily and shuddered, worried at what horrible 'gifts' tomorrow might actually bring.

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Mommy's Fashion Show

"But, Mommy," Kristen, the 24-year-old fashion school drop out, whined, "That onesie makes me look like a ~baby~! I don't want to wear it!"

Candace, Kristen's slightly older girlfriend-turned-mommy, sighed, onesie in hand, as she stared at the smaller woman, clad only in the fresh diaper Candace had just taped her into.

"Princess, it's not the clothes that make you look like a baby. You look like a baby, because you are one, you silly goose!"

"Nuh uh! That's not true! I only look like a baby because ~you~ put me in baby clothes! It's not fair!" Kristen stomped her foot, a tantrum beginning to boil in her gut.

Candace thought for a moment as her adorable, tiny girlfriend, began to throw a tantrum. She could punish the cute little adult tot for disobedience, but she had a better idea. She could prove to her precocious girlfriend that it wasn't the clothes that make the baby.

Candace walked up to Kristen, so close her large breasts nearly brushed up against the other woman's face, put her finger under Kristen's chin, and tilted the smaller woman's head up so they were making eye contact.

"Little One, Mommy is going to prove to you that it's not the clothes that make you look like such little baby," she said with a soft, matronly tone.

Kristen shivered. She could never say no to Mommy when she got so… Mommy.

The smaller woman nodded her head up and down in acquiescence, "Ok, Mommy."

"Good girl," Candace said, leading the other woman to a large stuffed bear lying on the floor, and positioning Kristen so that she was straddling it. "Now stay here, Mommy is going to put on a little fashion show for you! Won't that be fun? Just like when you went to that silly big girl school?"

Kristen blushed bright red at the reminder of her previous failure to be a successful adult, but did as she was told. As much as she whined, protested, and complained, she loved being Mommy's obedient little plaything. She would do anything the beautiful, large, busty woman asked.

Kristen didn't have to wait long on her stuffed perch before her Mommy re-emerged from her bedroom. Kristen lost her breathe as one of Mommy's beautiful manicured hands ran it's way seductively down the outside of the door before the door opened fully, revealing Candace in all of her glory.

The tall, curvy woman walked out of the room with all of the charisma and swagger of a runway model. The blue gingham baby doll dress she wore, that looked childish and frumpy on Kristen, looked amazing on her.

Given their size differences, the same dress that hid all of the curves on Kristen's body, except those caused by her bulky diaper, emphasized them on Candace. The same skirt that was just short enough to give others a peak of the smaller woman's diapers, was so short on her Mommy that it gave Kristen an incredible view of the sexy lingerie her Mommy wore underneath the dress. The same bodice that hid Kristen's tiny breasts from the world, seemed to be straining against the mass of Candace's full, luscious tits.

Kristen couldn't help but pop her thumb in her mouth and start to lightly grind her hips on the plush bear beneath her. Her diaper covered pussy throbbed just looking at Candace in the 'babyish' outfit.

Candace threw Kristen a knowing wink before she ducked back into their bedroom for an outfit change.

Kristen took advantage of her Mommy's momentary absence to press her hand to the front of her diaper and 'play' a little more aggressively with her teddy bear. She jumped and blushed a little, broken out of her revelry, when the bedroom door flung open revealing Candace yet again.

This time, the large woman was wearing a set of pink, one-piece, fleece pajamas, adorned with images of rainbows and smiling unicorns. The pajamas that always seemed to unnecessarily emphasize Kristen's padded rear-end end had a similar effect on her Mommy. However, instead of showing off a diaper, the pajamas hugged the soft curves of Candance's incredible ass tightly.

Like the dress before it, the pajamas that were almost baggy on Kristen, were too small for her Mommy. Kristen stared at Candace's chest, where the large woman seemed to have been unable to close the zipper that ran from the ankle of the garment to the neck all the way, leaving Candace's impressive cleavage on display.

Kristen couldn't help but drool a little as her Mommy walked the imaginary runway in front of her, thinking about nursing the other woman's beautiful breasts.

As Candace walked back into the bedroom for a last time, she gave her ass a hard spank and blew a kiss to her baby. Kristen whimpered behind her thumb in response, humping the stuffy beneath her even more furiously once the other woman was out of sight.

How was Candace making those clothes, the clothes she despised, the clothes that marked her as an overgrown infant, so fucking hot?

Kristen's thumb fell out of her mouth as her Mommy re-emerged from the bedroom for a last time. Striking a pose, the larger woman looked incredible wearing nothing but the baby blue onesie she had tried to dress Kristen in just moments earlier.

The cotton garment hugged Kristen's Mommy in all of the right ways. The curves of her stomach, her hips, and her ass were all on marvelous display. The tight fabric around the chest, rather than hiding Candace's breasts like it did Kristen's, pushed them up and, somehow, seemed to make the woman's cleavage more impressive.

Most notable of all, from Kristen's perspective, was how the bottom of the onesie looked on her Mommy. The strips of fabric connected by buttons that served to hold the smaller woman's humiliatingly wet and messy diapers against her skin, was so tight on Candace that the fabric acted as a thong. The tight fabric rode up between the tall woman's ass cheeks, revealing the beautiful smooth skin of the larger woman's crotch and buttocks to the world.

As her Mommy spun, Kristen could no longer contain her arousal. Rather than babyish, Candace looked sexy in Kristen's outfits. With reckless abandon, the diapered woman went to work on her stuffed bear, riding it to mind-numbingly incredible completion, humiliation be damned.

When Kristen opened her eyes, her body still shuddering with waves of pleasure from her cringe-inducing 'play time,' she found Mommy sitting next to her, still wearing the incredibly revealing onesie.

Candace put her hand to her baby's cheek and pulled her in for a soft, sensual kiss.

"I don't look so little, now do I, baby girl?"

Kristen blushed and nodded her head back and forth.

Candace smiled and grabbed the small woman's hand, helping her up, before gently guiding her into their bedroom.

"Now, let's get ~you~ dressed for the day," she said softly as Kristen, both defeated and content, followed her meekly.

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Maintenance Post

Someone kindly let me know that all of the links on my table of contents were broken!

I went through and fixed those all so they work now.

The internal links in my story are broken for now too. Sorry about that! I'll get them fixed as soon as I can, but that is more of a process.

Thanks for reading!

-Mads

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Hello. Do you have a favorite diaper story or a few diaper stories you would recommend? I luv the new gym membership one! I luv stories like this that make me feel like it is me in the story!❤️😋 You are a great writer!📚 I just wish it was me in the story 🙈🙊🙉 Any recommendations are appreciated. I luv reading stories that simulate real events that could of happened. Thank you for sharing your talents!🩷🤍🩷🤍😊

Thanks for the ask! I'm glad you like my stories!

As far as diaper stories I love, I have to say I enjoy every story I have written, of course. My two personal favorites that are short stories are Accidental Regression and Her Own Worst Enemy.

But, if you are looking for other stories, I'd suggest looking at some of these authors:

@destinedfordiapers

@baby-erica

@dearchloe

@herdarkasylum

@dontopenfairies

@regressionschool

@hiddenbabygirl21

@paddedlittleparadise

@mellowsadistic

@diapergirlstories

@boysrbabies

@nycbabyjoey

@ameliaodyssey

@peculiarchangeling

@soltheabdlwriter

@omnomnomdom

@quietlyhumiliated

@all4thedips

@bby-kimmy

@strange-heron

@littlefallenprincess

Also, @thecommunityfridge has some amazing stories from a bunch of authors ( @pinkducttape has two absolutely incredible stories in there, among others).

Not on Tumblr, I enjoy Lady Lucia's stories, they are a mix of ABDL, Ageplay, and various other kinks.

Then there is the absolute master of ABDL stories, Princess Pottypants. I would (and have) go read all of her stories on her website. I aspire to be as prolific as her some day.

I'm certain I missed some amazing authors, so if anyone else has suggestions, please drop them in the comments or as a reblog!

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Christmas Dolly - 2

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Weeks passed, and Callie completely forgot about the new addition to her house. The cute little doll sat on her mantel, untouched. Similarly, the box with outfits and furniture was moved into her bedroom, where it laid undisturbed.

At least, it did until December 23rd, when Callie, about to walk out the door with her bags to make the two hour drive to her parent's house for the holiday, saw the face of her tiny doppelganger and had an epiphany. She had to bring the doll and it's accompanying accoutrements to Christmas with her.

Penny had obviously spent most of her meager savings on the toy. It would be rude not to show her adorable little sister how much she appreciated the gift, even if she hadn't touched it for weeks.

Quickly, Callie packed the doll in its original box and carried it to the car before undertaking her long drive home for Christmas.

Once at her parents house, Callie was immediately greeted by her parents and baby sister, Penny.

"Penny! I missed you so much! How're you doing, sweetie?" Callie greeted the younger woman with a saccharine sweet, caring yet condescending tone.

Penny rolled her eyes at her sister's belittling words.

"Callie! I told you, it's Penelope now! And, I'm fine. Did you get my present?" Callie's sister responded, giving her older sibling a strangely assessing look as she asked the last question.

Callie ignored her sister's strange behavior, plowing ahead with the holiday niceties.

"I did! It's in my car. Maybe we can play with it together when I get all unpacked? You love playing dollies!"

Strangely, given Penny's earlier protests at being talked to like a child, the young woman lit up at the idea of playing with dolls with her big sister.

"Yes, Callie! That would be amazing!"

Callie just smiled at her baby sister's childlike exuberance and gave her a light kiss on the cheek. Penny's excitement over something as infantile as playing with dolls met Callie's expectations for her younger sister perfectly.

Callie then turned to their parents and exchanged their normal pleasantries before grabbing her luggage and heading to her old bedroom--a room that had remained untouched since she moved out after highschool.

Exhausted from her drive, Callie immediately collapsed onto the small twin bed in the room. Staring at the walls and ceiling, she marveled at how perfectly preserved her parents had kept this room for all of the years since she moved out.

The pastel pink walls were still adorned with posters of boy bands and Taylor Swift. In one corner, a large doll house sat under a hanging net, overflowing with stuffed animals, toys that even as an older teen she couldn't bring herself to part with. Her white desk, worn from years of homework, sat against another wall, stationary and a small lamp decorating it's top. Her white dresser stood against the other wall, packed, she knew, with clothes reflective of fashions nearly a decade out of date.

Callie just took it all in and smiled. The nostalgia hit her hard. Despite not living in this room for years, it still felt strongly of home to her.

After a few minutes, a light knock on the door interrupted Callie's nostalgic revelry.

"Callie?" Penny's voice came hesitantly from outside of the room.

Callie smiled. Penny interrupting her to ask to play felt right when she was lying on this bed.

"Come on in, sweetie! Did you want to see my new dolly?" Callie said with the condescending tone that was ever present when she spoke with her sister.

Penelope walked in, a grimace quickly replaced by a large, innocent grin.

"Of course, sissy! I was so excited when I found it for you! I knew you would love it. You do love it, right?!" Penny looked at her older sister with puppy dog eyes that melted Callie's heart.

"Of course, I do! Here, let's look at her together. Maybe we can introduce her to my doll house," Callie responded as she got out of bed and pulled out the large cardboard box containing the doll and it's accessories.

Penny quickly dove into the box, pulling out the tiny simulacrum of her older sister.

"Aw! She's a scientist like you, Callie! Adorable!"

Callie couldn't help but smile at her sister's excitement.

"She is! But, she has so many other clothes too! See?"

Callie began pulling outfit after outfit out of the box, laying them on the floor in front of Penny. The younger woman fingered each piece of clothing reverently. Eventually, her attention fell on a beautiful red dress that looked like a dress a Callie could remember wearing to church as a small girl.

Penny picked the dress up and handed it to Callie.

"Isn't this dress just precious, Callie? Can you dress her in it? Pleeeaaase?" The 19-year-old girl was bouncing with excitement as she begged her older sister to change her dolls clothes. It melted Callie's heart.

"Of course, that dress is adorable!" Callie said as she been undressing the tiny version of herself in her hands.

As she changed out the lab coat and slacks for the childish dress, Callie couldn't help but marvel at how the doll seemed to transform as well. With just the change of clothes, the doll seemed to suddenly be 20 years younger.

Callie held the doll up to her sister.

"Isn't she adorable?"

Penny laughed and delight and agreed.

"She really is!"

After that, the two women's conversation turned from the doll to more adult topics. The talked about work, school, their dating life, and the latest family drama--Callie consistently offering condescending comments and advise to her little sister.

After that, the rest of the night proceeded uneventfully. Callie spent time with her family, eating dinner and watching a holiday movie, before returning to her old bedroom, throwing on her red, satin pajamas, and crawling into bed.

She sighed to herself as she fell asleep, content to be back home with family for the holidays.

When Callie woke up the next morning; however, she immediately noticed something was wrong.

"Callie, little Callie Bear, it's time to get up, baby girl! It's time for church!" The sweet voice of Callie's mother sang out in her ear as Callie felt a hand gently rock her shoulder.

"Mommy? Why're you in my… church? We haven't gone to church in years?" Callie opened her eyes as she protested her mom's sudden childish treatment of her.

"What do you mean, sweetie? We go every weekend, and it's Christmas Eve! Now, hurry and get out of bed so Mommy can get you dressed!"

Despite herself, Callie suddenly felt a childish urge she couldn't resist to comply with her mother's, no, mommy's, commands. She threw back her sheets and sat up, smiling at her mother's beaming face before shock caused her mouth to drop open and her to pull a drool covered thumb she didn't realize she had been sucking on, out of her mouth.

Her room has transformed. The pink walls and twin bed remained the same, but everything else seemed different. The once tidy floor was covered in dolls, stuffed animals, and plastic toy horses.

Her desk, that had a lamp and stationary on it just last night, was covered with crayons, colored pencils, and various drawings that looked like they had been completed by an elementary schooler.

Similarly, where photos of herself and her friends in highschool and posters of Taylor Swift and One Direction once hung on the walls, there were posters depicting Barbies, My Little Pony, and poorly drawn artwork.

Callie looked down at herself and realized her clothes had changed too. Instead of the sexy red satin nightie and thong she had worn to bed, she was wearing a cotton, Barbie-themed nightshirt and pink cotton panties with a childish bow on the front.

Callie didn't get to long to process the changes to her world, however. As soon as she sat up, her mommy, no mom (Callie couldn't understand why she suddenly had such a strong desire to call her mother such a childish term), pulled her nightshirt over her head and began dressing her 27-year-old daughter like she was 7 years old instead.

Callie, much to her surprise, found herself allowing her Mommy to dress her. She put her arms up when asked, stepped into clothes when directed, and sat still while the older woman styled her hair.

At the end of the process, Callie's Mommy stood her up next to the full-length mirror attached to the back of the Callie's bedroom door. Callie's reflection beamed back of her, the spitting image of an overgrown second grader, excited to go to church.

Internally, however, Callie screamed. Something was wrong. Horribly wrong. This wasn't right. She shouldn't be wearing these clothes. She shouldn't have let her Mommy dress her. She shouldn't be excited to go to church. She shouldn't be calling Mommy, Mommy!

Callie felt like a passenger in her own body.

Callie watched as her Mommy approached her from behind with something in her hand.

"Well, if this isn't just the most adorable thing ever, you're twinning!"

Mommy held out the doll Penny had gifted Callie earlier in the month, and the 27-year-old research scientist grimaced internally. The outfit she was currently wearing matched the doll's perfectly. Callie wanted to cry.

Instead, she giggled, grabbed the doll from her mother's hands greedily, and hugged it tightly.

"Matchy!" Callie heard her own voice call out cheerfully.

Her Mommy laughed and grabbed her hand.

"Well, let's go, Callie Bear! We don't want to be late for church on Christmas Eve!"

Callie let her mother lead her out of her room by the hand, as, in her head, she sat horrified at what might come next.

NEXT CHAPTER

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 5000 likes!

Seriously? My stories don't feel like they deserve this much attention! Thank you all!

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New You Gym - 17

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

"Yes, baby girl, Emily," Julie told the stunned Kylee. "Someone has to take you home with Michael gone, and Emily very kindly volunteered, despite her busy schedule. Wasn't that nice of her?" Kylee's new nanny said with a sternness that implied there was only one right answer.

Sitting on her diapered ass in a giant highchair, clutching a bottle with a mysterious milky liquid that Julie would only call 'Nanny's special milk,' Kylee knew she was in no position to question anything Nanny told her to do. "Yes, that's very nice of her," Kylee said with the flat, performative tone of a teenager being forced to say something polite by their parents.

"Great! I knew it wouldn't be a problem! Plus, you don't have to worry your pretty little head about having to hide anything from Emily. I've filled her in on EVERYTHING regarding your situation," Julie said cheerily.

That statement stunned Kylee. Emily, the most beautiful person, let alone woman, Kylee had ever seen, her gym crush, KNEW she was being reduced to acting like a horny little toddler. Kylee didn't think she could feel more humiliated than she had when humping a stuffed bear in a poopy diaper earlier in the day, but the wave of shame that hit her on learning Emily knew about it threatened to overwhelm her. Kylee dropped her bottle.

"Emily… Emily knows… EVERYTHING?" Kylee stuttered out. Her half full baby bottle started to roll on her tray towards the floor. Julie adroitly caught it and handed it back to her charge.

"Yes, baby, everything. She particularly enjoyed watching the show you put on for me with Mr. Bear," Julie responded nonchalantly.

Kylee's jaw dropped and her face turned beet red as her nanny confirmed her worst fear.

"Oh, don't act so surprised! You know she already knew that you had to wear protection to the gym after your last visit. She was the one to check if you were wearing a pull-up today. Also, taking care of you is going to be a difficult job. I am going to need some help. Emily has also agreed to provide that help," Julie continued. "Isn't that so sweet of her?"

"She's going to HELP you?" Kylee sputtered, outraged at this new information.

"Really, she is going to help YOU sweetie. YOU are the naughty little girl who can't control her pee-pees and poo-poos. YOU are the naughty little girl who gets off at wearing poopy diapers and letting another woman wipe her ass and puss-puss. YOU should be ecstatic that a woman as wonderful as Emily would even consider offering to help me with someone as pathetic as you," Julie lectured Kylee.

"Now, I won't hear another peep out of you about this. Finish your bottle and know that I expect you to obey Emily as well as, if not better than, you obey me. If I hear a single breath from Emily that you weren't a perfectly behaved little angel for her, what you went through today will seem like child's play compared to what it will take to convince me not to share the videos I have of you with Michael."

With the stern warning, Kylee pressed the nipple of her bottle back up to her mouth and started suckling down the sweet milk again, all the while glowering at Julie.

"Good choice baby. Now, finish that bottle. Emily will be down here to sign you out of daycare soon," Julie said.

Kylee finished her bottle without further incident while Julie went about the mundane tasks of cleaning the daycare. After Kylee finished her bottle, Julie left the diapered woman sitting in the highchair with nothing to do but reflect on her own thoughts.

Kylee didn't have to sit long, however, because just a few minutes after she finished her bottle, the door to the daycare opened and Emily walked through with broad, mischievous smile on her face.

"Julie, I'm here! Is our little stinker ready to head home?" Emily said sweetly, ignoring Kylee's face turning red at her words.

"Oh, yes! Little Kylee napped like a champ after her playtime. I got her changed out of her poopy diaper, and she's had a bottle of my special milk. She's all ready for you to take her home," Julie said, clinically recapping Kyle's morning to Emily like she would to the parent of an actual baby left in her care.

"Wonderful! Is there anything she needs to take home with her?" Emily asked, still ignoring Kylee as of she were a toddler.

"Yes! Here!" Julie approached Emily carrying what Kylee could very clearly tell was a diaper bag, "I put together this special 'gym' bag for our little princess. It has enough changing supplies, diapies, and pull-ups to get her through to tomorrow. She'll need to bring it when she comes everyday to get a restock though."

Kylee groaned internally. Of course she would have to start carrying around a diaper bag. Julie had proven nothing if not adept at torturing Kylee with her thorough attention to detail.

"Wonderful, I am sure little Kylee will remember to bring this back," Emily said, throwing the pastel pink diaper bag over her shoulder. "Well, then, I guess I have everything I need. It's time to go home, Kylee!" Emily said with a saccharine sweet tone as she walked over and helped Kylee out of the giant highchair.

Kylee looked down at her feet as Emily placed her hands in Kylee's armpits and lifted her out of the chair. Kylee couldn't bring herself to make eye contact with the attractive young personal trainer. Being treated like a toddler by Emily, plus the physical contact with her was causing Kylee to flash back to her most recent dream where Emily was a main character. The whole situation was causing Kylee's pussy to throb with arousal again.

Emily, seemingly unaware of the aroused state of the pathetic woman standing next to her, gave Kylee an appraising stare. "Oh, Kylee! You look SOOOOO cute in your little pampers!" Emily squealed in delight. Her words sent a fresh wave of horniness through Kylee's body.

"Now, sweetie, why don't you go give your Nanny a nice big hug and tell her thank you for taking such good care of you today, even though you were pretty naughty. Then, Ms. Emily will give you a drive home," Emily ordered Kylee.

"Oh, and Kylee, make sure we both believe you mean it," Emily followed-up with a much more menacing tone.

Kylee, based on her previous conversation with Julie, knew she couldn't disobey Emily. So, with all of the exuberance she could muster, Kylee waddled over to Julie, her Nanny, and embraced her in a big, clumsy hug. Julie's height forced Kylee to bury her face in her Nanny's breasts as she hugged the woman, which confused Kylee for a second. For some reason, Julie's breasts smelled a little bit like the milk she had just drank tasted. Shaking off the thought, Kylee focused on finishing the task assigned to her by Emily.

"Tank you Nanny for the fun day!" Kylee lisped out in her best impression of a toddler saying good bye to her favorite babysitter. "I'm sorry I was a bad girl today! I pwomise to be better tomorrow."

"Oh, sweetheart, it was my pleasure. I am sure you will get your behavior turned around tomorrow. Don't forget to send me those pictures you promised!" Julie said, wrapping her arms around Kylee and pulling her even more deeply into the embrace.

Kylee shuddered slightly at the reminder that she was now expected to wet the bed. However, her concern passed quickly as she let herself be pulled into Julie's body. Kylee had to admit to herself, being held like this felt oddly comforting and, dare she even think it, right?

Emily walked up behind Kylee, rubbing the diapered woman's back as a subtle signal it was time to let the hug go.

"Alright sweetie, I am glad you love Nanny so much, but we really have to get going. Grab my hand, and I'll show you to my car," Emily directed Kylee.

Kylee let go of Julie, unburying herself from the large woman's gigantic, sweet-smelling breasts, and let Emily lead her out of the daycare by her hand.

As Kylee waddled out of the room hand-in-hand with the woman she had just had a graphic sex dream about, Julie called out to her, "Bye-bye Kylee! Be a good girl! I can't wait to see you tomorrow!"

Kylee turned red yet again, but continued to let Emily lead her like a small child out of the daycare and through the gym. During the walk, Kylee kept her head down. She was aware that her childish diaper, labeling her a "Potty Pants," was on display to everyone else in the gym. She could feel the eyes of everyone on her. But, Kylee also knew that all she could do was keep her head down, swallow her embarrassment, and hope that maybe the other members of the gym would forget this incident quickly.

Emily and Kylee made it to Emily's vehicle relatively quickly. Kylee looked up as Emily slid open the back door to, what Kylee was surprised to discovered, was Emily's minivan. Kylee looked into the pristine vehicle and noticed four open seats in the back. She did see one had a very large, rear facing car seat strapped in place. Upon seeing that, Kylee immediately became concerned.

"Um, Emily, do I have to sit in the back? I'm big enough to sit in the front with you," Kylee said, hesitantly.

"Oh, Kylee, we both know you aren't BIG enough to sit in a normal car seat, let alone up front. I saw what you did to your last diaper while you were sleeping. There is no way I am letting you sit directly on my upholstery and ruin it," Emily said, causing Kylee to turn red yet again. "But, I am sure you are plenty small enough to fit in this car seat. Nanny helped me install it special for you! Wasn't that nice of her."

"But…" Kylee tried to protest. However, before she could get another word out, Emily had produced a pacifier from the pocket of Kyle's new 'gym' bag and popped it in Kylee's mouth. Kylee accepted the pacifier and began suckling it indignantly, remembering Nanny's rules regarding pacifiers.

"No 'buts,' stinker! Climb up into your car seat now, or there WILL be consequences," Emily said, smacking Kylee on the diaper for emphasis.

Kylee furrowed her brow, but complied, climbing into the giant, rear facing car seat. As Kylee settled into the seat, she was amazed to find that she fit in it, if just barely. Regardless, the seat wasn't comfortable. Because of how it was positioned, Kylee was forced to spread her bend her legs sharply and spread her knees wide to have enough leg room. Beyond being a little uncomfortable, that position also forced Kylee to expose the front of her giant diaper.

Once Kylee was settled in the seat, Emily leaned into the van, placing the pink diaper bag next to Kylee's seat and leaned over Kylee. Emily then quickly thrust her hand between Kylee's legs, under Kylee's diaper, and pulled out the car seats crotch strap.

The sudden, unexpected pressure in her groin, being caused by Emily, of all people, sent an immediate waive of pleasure through Kylee's body. Involuntarily, Kylee's eyes rolled back in her head and she let out a low moan from behind her pacifier. Emily, her face incredibly close to Kylee's because of her position over Kylee's car seat, looked at the other woman and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, you ARE a dirty little baby, aren't you? Your Nanny warned me you were sensitive, but this is impressive," Emily said as she placed her palm on Kylee's diaper and rubbed it a few times, teasing Kylee. "I'll have to remember this," Emily continued as Kylee moaned again.

Emily stopped teasing Kylee and quickly finished buckling Kylee in. She made sure to synch the straps tight, ensuring the crotch strap pressed firmly into Kylee's padded pussy.

"Looks good!" Emily said as she stepped back admiring her work. As she looked on, she noticed that Kylee had started lightly grinding on the crotch strap. That gave her an idea. She took the pacifier out of Kylee's mouth.

Holding the pacifier in her hand, Emily asked Kylee, "Now, baby, do you want your paci for the car ride or do you want to be able to talk?"

"Um, talk," Kylee said.

"Good, I'll allow it, but you need to promise to be a good girl and do exactly as I say. Can you do that?" Emily continued.

Sensing a trap, but wanting to avoid the added humiliation of sucking a pacifier while wearing a diaper and being strapped into a car seat, Kylee responded, "Yes."

"Good girl," Emily said as she closed the sliding door to her van and climbed into the driver's seat. Emily then turned on her van and adjusted her mirrors. Due to a well positioned mirror on the headrest of the seat Kylee's car seat occupied, Emily could clearly see the diapered woman's crotch rubbing against the strap of her car seat.

Emily turned on her radio and switched the station quickly. Kylee groaned as Emily settled on a station that seemed to only be playing children's nursery rhymes.

"Perfect," Emily said to herself as she pulled out of her parking spot and began driving Kylee home.

Emily had previously gotten Kylee's address from Michael, so she knew where the other woman lived. She also knew there were two ways to get to Kylee's house. One, the more direct way, involved taking a smooth, paved road with little difficulties. The other way involved taking gravel roads, roads under construction, and roads that crossed train tracks for a much more bumpy ride. Given the humping motion she was still seeing from Kylee in the back, she knew the other woman, and Emily herself, would get a lot more enjoyment from the bumpier ride. So, she proceeded to take that path.

Emily was right. As she drove down the various bumpy, unpaved roads, with nursery rhymes blaring in the car, Emily could see Kylee's diapered crotch rubbing more and more furiously against the strap of her car seat. Emily could hear Kylee's breathing accelerating punctuated only by soft moans.

About halfway through the drive, Emily decided to amp up the humiliation and pressure. The Wheels on the Bus started playing on the radio at about the same time the van hit a large bump, causing Kylee to admit a particularly loud moan. Emily could tell Kylee was close.

"Baby! This is one of your favorite songs! Why don't you show Ms. Emily what a good little singer you are and sing along!" Emily yelled back to Kylee.

Singing along to a baby song was the last thing Kylee wanted to do right now. Being treated like a toddler by Emily, just like in her dream, already had Kylee in a heightened state of arousal. Each bump of the van forcing her diapered crotch against the car seat strap, was providing her more than enough stimulation to cum. It was taking all of her concentration to not orgasm while sitting in the car with Emily. However, when Emily ordered her to sing along, so knew she had to comply. So, as the song continued, she knew she had no choice but to sing.

"The WHEELS on the bus go round A… AND round," Kylee belted out with all of the enthusiasm of a toddler, unintentionally emphasizing words wear bumps caused her pussy to rub against her diaper. "Round and ROUND, round and ROUND," she continued as Emily giggled at Kylee's moans.

As the song continued the road got bumpier, and Kylee started to lose her battle to keep her dignity. She was finally pushed over the edge just a half mile from her home when Emily drove over a street that was crossed by four different train lines. The vibration of the tracks combined with her humiliation, the arousal of being around Emily, and the divided focus of having to sing while fighting off an orgasm pushed her over the edge.

"The BABIES on the BUS go…. ahhhh, Ahhhhhhh, AHHHHHHHHH!" Kylee screamed as she came in her diaper for the second time that day.

"Great enthusiasm baby! Such a beautiful singer!" Emily said smugly as she felt her own pussy throb in pleasure from watching the diapered woman in her backseat debase herself so thoroughly. "Very good girl," she said, moaning slightly, as she let her right hand drift to her clit and rubbed herself slightly, enjoying Kylee's slowing fading gasps of pleasure.

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Christmas Dolly - 1

Callie looked at the name on the return address on the package she had just found outside of her door and smiled. Penelope, her adorable little sister who she still thought of as a child despite being 19 years old, had sent her a Christmas present!

With a little extra pep in her step, the 27-year-old research scientist opened her front door and walked directly to her kitchen, looking for a knife to open the box with.

Growing up, Callie had been almost a comically stereotypical little girl. She loved stuffed animals, tea parties, and all things pink and cute. Most of all though, Callie loved baby dolls.

All of her dolls and stuffies eventually found themselves stuffed into diapers and lodged in a bassinet, crib, or tiny stroller. Callie cared for each of them deeply, dutifully feeding them, playing with them, and changing their imaginary wet and messy diapers.

When Penelope, or Baby Penny, as Callie always called her, was born, it was the best day of Callie's life. Her mommy, in all of her wisdom and kindness had brought her home a real-life baby doll to play with! And play with her she did.

Callie doted over her younger sister her entire life, treating her as an infant well beyond when her sister should have been or wanted to be treated that way. Even after their parents had made Callie stop babying Penelope, the older girl never was able to fully stop condescending to her younger sister who was still functionally a toddler in her eyes.

Given that background, it didn't surprise Callie when she opened the box to find her adorably immature little sister hand gotten her a doll for her birthday. She smiled at the childish gift as she wrapped her fingers around the small figure and pulled it out of its cardboard packaging.

The doll in Callie's hands seemed somewhat plain at first. The small doll, proportioned like one of her old baby dolls, was completely nude. It's skin, a pristine pink, was devoid of coloring, except for painted big blue eyes and red lips that seemed pursed ready to accept a bottle or pacifier. The doll's hair, long and soft, was blonde, and hung loose over the figure's tiny shoulders.

However, as Callie examined the doll more closely, she found the attention to detail by whoever crafted the doll to be exquisite. The shape of the eyes, the nose, the mouth, the cheeks, and, really, everything, left no doubt that the doll was supposed to look like her, despite the lack of any other detail. Callie marveled at the doll maker's ability to make such a beautiful facsimile with so few overt details.

Callie finished her inspection of the doll, setting the toy on the counter by the box, before digging deeper into the contents of container. Callie couldn't help but grin as she started to pull item after item out of the box.

The box contained multiple wardrobes for the doll. Interestingly, the clothes seemed to run the gamet of ages. Pants suits, mature dresses, jeans and T-shirts in the doll's size were packed in the box along with onesies, diapers, and childish dresses, all clearly meant for the doll as well.

Similarly, the box contained a large amount of furniture sized for the doll. A normal, twin sized bed and dining table set were pulled out of the box along with a crib and highchair, all still obviously sized for the doll.

As Callie removed each item from the box, she marveled at the quality. Penny must have spent hundreds of dollars on this gift. She smiled at both the thoughtfulness and lack of responsibility the gift showed. It was so typical of Baby Penny to spend more than she could afford on a doll of all things.

After unpacking the box, and staring at the naked doll made in her image, Callie couldn't resist dressing her little doppelganger up. Grabbing the T-shirt, jeans, and lab jacket that resembled what she wore every day to work, Callie quickly dressed the doll before putting it on her mantel, packing the rest of the doll's accessories away, and continuing her evening, forgetting about the thoughtful gift.

It was only as Callie laid in bed, about to fall asleep, that she thought about her sister's gift again. She smiled and then groaned. She was really going to have to go all out on her sister's Christmas gift this year to make things even. At least she had a few weeks before her families Christmas celebration to come up with something.

NEXT CHAPTER

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Sarah's Playground - 10

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

I was stunned. I was just coming to grips with being reduced to a 10-year-old. I did NOT want to be reduced further. However, once again, I was in a horrible situation.

Lidia was now my designated babysitter. If she complained to my mom about anything I did, I could easily find myself in a worse situation.

That being said, I knew if I gave her enough evidence, like a used diaper, mom would reduce me anyway. I had heard too many stories about that happening. So, with the friendliest, cheeriest tone I could muster, I responded to Lidia's proclamation.

"Oh, Miss Lidia, house sounds like such a fun game, but I really don't feel like playing that right now, could we do something else? Like a tea party?"

By presenting another childish option, I hoped that Lidia would be satisfied and drop the issue. Unfortunately, she was not that easily knocked off her path.

"Oh, Sarah, that DOES sound fun, but your Mommy didn't leave you a tea party set! I really think house is the best game we can play. Plus, won't it be so fun just to act like a baby for the weekend?" Lidia said, steamrolling my suggestion. Before I could interject, she continued, "Now, little missy, why don't you lay down, so I can get you into your costume!"

I watched in horror as Sarah opened the huge, adult-sized baby diaper, spread it out on the bed, and patted it expectantly. Panic started to fill every part of my being. I was NOT going to put on that diaper. Being demoted to a 10-year-old was demeaning enough, but, being forced to act like a pants-filling, drooling toddler was fulfilling my worst nightmares. Still wearing nothing under the towel Lidia has draped over me earlier, I took a step back from the bed and the horrible, thirsty undergarment lying on it.

"No, I won't…" I choked out.

A flash of rage crossed Lidia's eyes. I shuddered as the larger, older woman stepped towards me.

"What did you just say, Little Sarah? I am sure I didn't just hear you tell your babysitter 'No,'" Lidia growled out menacingly.

She continued to walk towards me, looming over me with her larger frame. I shrank back from her as she approached.

"I… I said, 'No,' Miss Lidia. I'm still 10. That's still a big girl. I can choose not to play house or wear a… a… diaper," I said with what little confidence was left to me.

At my continued words of defiance, Lidia crossed the room even quicker and ripped the towel I was clutching around me away, leaving me completely naked. My small, but clearly fully formed adult body left on clear display. I suddenly felt more vulnerable than I had in years.

Lidia grabbed me by the wrist and started dragging me to the bed. I tried to pull away, but I just was not physically strong enough to resist. Despite us both being adults, my small, frame and lack of any athletic training left me with no defense to Lidia's much stronger athletic body.

"You wet the bed like a child," Lidia lectured as she dragged me across the room. "You were demoted to 10 years old by your Mommy because of it," she continued as I twisted my wrist and tried to pull away. "You don't DESERVE to get to make your own choices anymore!"

I screamed and tried to pull harder. We were too close to the bed and the dreaded diaper for my comfort.

"I am your babysitter. I make the decisions for you now!" Lidia said as, with a forceful tug, she sat on the bed and expertly threw me over her lap, ass pointed straight up in the air.

Fearing what was coming, I struggled to try and get free. I flailed my legs and tried to roll off her lap and away. In response, Lidia used one of her legs to pin my ankles down, she then twisted one arm into an arm bar, pinning me to her lap, and leaving one of her hands free. I growled like the trapped animal I was as she continued.

"Sarah, you are acting like an entitled little brat. You will do what I say, or you WILL suffer the consequences!" Lidia said, emphasizing her point by slapping my exposed butt cheeks with her free hand. "And," she continued, leaning over to whisper the next statement into my ear, "unlike when I watched you when you were a real 10-year-old, I am allowed to punish you HOWEVER I deem appropriate given you are just a pathetic…" She slapped my ass again, harder. "Little…" Tears formed in my eyes at the third smack. "Demotee!" The fourth impact of hand to ass put me over the edge, I started to cry.

I bawled, releasing all of the fear, shame, embarrassment, rage, and pain of the situation through my tears. Lidia rained down blows on my vulnerable rear end for what felt like hours, but was actually just a few minutes. She only stopped when I stopped fighting, going slack and accepting my situation. As she ended her assault, she asked me a question.

"Are you going to be a good girl now, Little Sarah?"

I sniffled, trying to regain some composure as a snot and tears rolled down my face to the floor.

"Yes, Miss Lidia," I gave in.

"And are you going to do exactly what I say, when I say?" Lidia continued.

"Yes, Miss Lidia," I responded.

"Are you going to play house with me like a good girl?" Lidia finally asked.

"Yes, Miss Lidia," I acquiesced.

"Good, now, go stand with your hands on you head and nose in the corner until I let you out," Lidia said, finally letting me up off of her lap.

Feeling broken and beaten, literally, I did as asked. I walked to the corner, put my hands on my head, and touched my nose to the wall. I

Staring at the paint of my bedroom wall, I was left nothing but the dark thoughts about what would come next for me in this horrible situation.

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Love Story (Destined's Version)

Destined is having a terrible, horrible, no good, very rotten day.

Why, you ask?

Well, it has everything to do with Destined adorable little grunts as he is squatting down and filling his already soggy little diaper. Or, more over, it is because of who he is filling that soggy diaper in front of.

You see, Destined has always had a love/hate relationship with his cousin Lena. Born only a few months apart, they had grown up together more like siblings than cousins. This meant, while they loved each other deeply, they spent most of their time bickering and trying to get the upper hand on each other.

Things only got worse when Lena and Destined went to college. Continuing their childhood rivalry, the two newly minted adults decided to attend rival schools. Their text messages to each other, once filled with insults about who had the cooler clothes, better grades, or more popular friends, became filled with vitriolic memes regarding whose school had the better football team, basketball team, or superior academic prowess.

The competition between the two cousins got so bad that Destined even removed Lena's number from his phone. Although, that didn't matter, because he could always tell from the messages themselves when his conceited cousin was talking with him.

Up until a week ago, however, Destined had felt he had gotten the last laugh in his and Lena's lifelong competition. He had graduated from school with a prestigious degree, went on to get a post-graduated degree in a high paying field, gotten married to a beautiful woman, and was living the good life.

In contrast, Lena's English degree hadn't proven nearly as advantageous for her. Not able to get her career as the next great American novelist off the ground, she had been forced to support herself by working as a receptionist and supplimenting her income with the occasional odd babysitting and house-sitting job.

Of course, as with all sibling-like relationships, that sense of superiority could only last for so long.

You see, beyond being a huge success in both his professional and home life, Destined had a deep secret that no one in his family knew. Destined was not in charge of his own life.

Destined's beautiful wife, the love of his life, was more than that to him. After confessing his decade long struggle with incontinence to her, she decided to take a dual-role in his life of both wife and mother.

At home, Destined's wife treated him exactly like her child. She dressed him, fed him, bathed him, and, notably, diapered him. She set rules for his behavior and subjected him to both rewards and punishments as she saw fit. She monitored his device usage and made sure he was acting like her perfect little baby boy at all times.

So, Destined shouldn't have been surprised when his wife-turned-Mama became outraged when she discovered his texts to Lena after his alma mater had thrashed his cousin's at football a week ago. And, to be honest, he wasn't. What he was surprised by, however, was the punishment.

"Lena, thank you so much for coming and watching my little man, I know he can be a handful, but I really need a night out!" Destined heard his wife say from the front door as he sat in his playpen wearing nothing but a T-shirt and soggy diaper--his typical Saturday evening ensemble.

Before he could say or do anything, he turned to see his cousin walking into the room, face full of glee at seeing her bratty, conceited cousin reduced to the status of an infant. Destined's wife had hired Lena, his cousin and rival, as his babysitter.

And, that's how Destined found himself here, loading his pants while his cousin looked on, giggling and recording his shame on her phone to ensure neither of them forgot this night. As Destined felt his mess slide out of his backside, he felt any chance of ever getting the upper hand on Lena again slide away as well.

The only peace Destined could find in his situation was that at least Lena was his cousin. As she put it, she would always love him, if not as an equal, then as the cute baby cousin he had become in her eyes.

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New You Gym - 16

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

As Kylee opened her eyes, she was confused. Was she still dreaming? She was staring through the bars of a giant crib, like the one Daddy, no, Michael, Michael had locked her in in her dream. But, the room was different. Instead of being in her guest-room-turned-giant-nursery, she was looking out at a daycare.

Kylee took her thumb out of her mouth and pushed herself up, feeling dried drool running down her hand and from the corner of her mouth. She sat on her diapered butt and immediately regretted the decision. Her ass felt painfully itchy, not like she had been spanked, but more like she hadn't wiped thoroughly and her skin had became irritated. Emily shuffled onto her knees to avoid the irritation, grabbing the bars of the crib to examine her surroundings.

As Kylee came out of her brain fog, the door to the daycare slammed open again. Just like last time, Kylee jumped. To her shock, she suddenly could feel her diaper warming underneath her again. Did I just wet myself again? Kylee thought as she saw an incredibly tall, beautiful woman walk through the door of the daycare.

Suddenly, everything came back to Kylee as she watched Julie enter the room. The haze cleared from her brain at the same time that the smell of her drying shit hit her nose. At the same time, Julie began walking towards Kylee with a predatory grin.

"Oh, my naughty little girl is up! Play time with Mr. Bear really wore you out. You've been asleep for hours!" Julie said as she approached the crib. Kylee felt her whole body turn red at her memory of cumming in a poopy diaper while humping a stuffed bear.

"Oh, is baby embarrassed? That's okay, you were just being a good girl and doing precisely what Nanny asked, remember?" Julie said as she approached the bars of the crib. When Julie reached the crib, she scrunched her nose up. "Oh, baby, you sure are stinky though! Did you poop yourself again in your sleep? Let's get you into a fresh diapie."

Julie then unlatched the side of the enormous crib, lowered it, and lifted Kylee out with the Amazonian strength that Kylee had begun to recognize as normal for Julie.

As she was lifted from the crib, Kylee wrapped her arms and legs around Julie like a toddler, allowing herself to be carried by the much larger and stronger woman. As she felt Julie's hand press against her messy diaper to provide support, Kylee recognized that Julie was right: her diaper smelled atrocious and the itchy discomfort she was feeling was likely diaper rash. Kylee decided that she was not going to fight getting cleaned up.

Julie carried Kylee over to the changing table and laid her down. She undid the tapes of the smaller woman's diaper, revealing the dried mess caking the entirety of Kylee's buttock and groin. Kylee looked down momentarily and almost puked.

"What a mess! Let's get you wiped up," Julie said as she methodically began changing Kylee into a clean diaper.

"Oh my, look at your angry, red, little behind!" Julie said as she wiped Kylee clean. "Looks like Little Miss Stinky Bottom has a diaper rash! I guess it serves you right. Maybe it'll remind you to be properly padded when you come here next time!"

"I… I'm so sorry. Have I done enough? Are you going to tell Michael about what… um… happened?" Kylee stuttered out nervously.

"Yes, sweetie, I think you've proven yourself and learned your lesson. But, you are going to have some new ground rules going forward. Nanny wants a new charge to look after, and I think you've proven you need someone to take care of you over your last two visits here. Don't you agree?" Julie responded to Kylee.

Kylee looked away from Julie in shame as she answered Julie's question. "Yes, Nanny."

"But, we'll get to the new rules later. For now, let Nanny help you feel a little more comfortable." Julie started to spread diaper rash cream all over Kylee's irritated groin and ass. Kylee moaned with a new type of pleasure: the pleasure that comes from feeling relief from chronic discomfort. "Oh, that feels good baby girl? I'll send you home with some of this. Just make sure to put your rash cream on every few hours. Maybe your Daddy, sorry, I mean husband, will help you."

Kylee just groaned in response as she realized she was going to have to explain the diaper rash to Michael. She had no clue how she was going to do that.

Julie noticed the concern plastered on her charge's face. "Oh, sweetheart, don't worry about how you're going to tell your husband. I've already got that covered," Julie said reassuringly, "but that ties into all of Nanny's new rules for you."

Kylee swallowed nervously as Julie taped up the new, dry diaper.

"Before we get to those, though, you must be thirsty. Let's get you in the highchair, settled in with a bottle. Then we can discuss the first day of your new life!" Julie said cheerily.

Once again, Kylee put up no resistance as Julie picked her up and carried her across the room. This time, Julie sat Kylee in the giant highchair that Kylee had seen earlier, then slid the tray in place, effectively locking the diapered woman into the chair. Julie then went to another part of the room where a sink, small refrigerator, and cabinet were located. Kylee watched nervously as Julie pulled out a gigantic baby bottle and filled it with what appeared to be milk from the fridge.

While Kylee waited for Julie to make the bottle, Kylee wiggled in her seat a bit. Kylee never thought she would feel this way, but she appreciated the presence of the diaper she was wearing. The soft, dry and clean padding was a drastic improvement from the incredibly full diaper she had just changed out of. The combination of the feeling of a clean diaper and the relief from the rash cream felt wonderful.

Julie walked back over to Kylee handing her the bottle. "Drink some of Nanny's special milk while we talk about your new rules."

Kylee took the bottle as directed and started sucking. She was a bit surprised at the taste. She was expecting the white liquid to taste like cow's milk, but when it hit her tongue, it tasted sweet and almost fruity. The consistency was ever so slightly different from cow's milk too. Although it was different, it was not unpleasant. Kylee paused momentarily, worried about the strange texture and flavor, but quickly resumed suckling. Kylee was afraid of Julie, and did not want the giant woman questioning her obedience again.

"Good girl," Julie said, watching Kylee drink from the bottle without question, "Now for your new rules."

"First, you will always refer to me as Nanny. Because you have proven yourself no better than an unreliable little girl who can't keep her pants dry, you clearly need more adult supervision. I will provide that supervision. I will be, for all intents and purposes, your Nanny."

"Second, this is a gym. You became a member here to get some personal training. I want to make sure you get that training. The problem is, the training you need isn't exercise. What you need is clearly potty training. As your Nanny, I am going to be your personal potty trainer. That means I am going to set the rules around when and how you do your little wee-wees and poo-poos, understood?"

Kylee nodded her head from behind the bottle, blushing thinking of being re-potty trained in her late 20s.

"Third, we the idea that you need personal training in mind, I need to put you on a regular training regimen. That means I will need to see you more often. You will report to this daycare in this gym every day for an hour a day at least until I say otherwise."

"Fourth, when you come to the gym, you will wear proper attire, unlike today. I believe we proved today that you cannot be trusted here unpadded. Further, at this point, I don't even think I can trust you in something as mature as a pull-up. When you show up, you WILL be wearing a diaper, understood? I will send you home with a pack. I expect it to be used."

Kylee just nodded her head in agreement again.

"Now, my final rule for you has to do with your potty training and how you are going to explain your diaper rash to your husband."

Kylee felt a pit growing in her stomach. She knew she wasn't going to like where this was going.

"Your husband stopped by while you were sleeping to take you home. I had to tell him about your first little accident today. He knows you are struggling to keep your pretty little panties dry."

Kylee blushed deeply. She pulled the bottle out of her mouth. "Did you tell him about the… the…" Kylee couldn't say the word.

"Your little poopy problem? No. He doesn't know how naughty his wife is… yet," Julie said. "But, him knowing about your little pee-pee problems does set the stage for what I need you to do to become properly potty trained."

"You have proven that your potty training the first time around was inadequate. To do this right, we need to start from scratch. That means you need to be in diapers full time at home as well as here at the gym."

"What?! No! Michael would know something was wrong if I suddenly started wearing diapers out of no where!" Kylee cried out worriedly.

"I know, I know baby! Shush, shush! Nanny isn't a monster. We are going to transition you back to diapers slowly. YOU are going to convince your husband you NEED to wear diapers," Julie said, taking control of the conversation again.

"Well, first, I am obviously going to send you home in a diaper. Michael already took your wet pants and panties and will understand your need to be diapered on the way home."

"Second, when Michael sees your diaper rash, you are going to tell him at least a half truth. You were stressed from wetting your panties again. I let you wear a diaper and take a nap in the daycare. You fell asleep in the diaper, wet it in your sleep, didn't change it in time, and got a diaper rash."

"But, but… that's so embarrassing Jul… I mean Nanny," Kylee said.

"More embarrassing than the truth?" Julie asked rhetorically, giving the other woman a knowing look. Kylee remained silent, looking down at the tray of her highchair and the half finished bottle of mystery liquid.

"That's what I thought," Julie continued. "Now, this is where the next step of your potty training comes in. To start to remove your potty training and convince your hubby you need diapers, we need to start small. Small, here, meaning until I move you to the next phase, I am ordering you to wet the bed every night."

"Wha… What?" Kylee asked incredulously.

"You heard me baby. From now on, you are a bedwetter. You are not allowed to use the potty from the time you lay your head down in bed until your alarm goes off in the morning," Julie demanded. "You don't have to wear pullups or diapers, for now, if you don't want to, but I expect a picture every morning of either wet sheets or wet padding."

Kylee shuddered thinking of purposefully pissing herself every night while laying in bed with Michael. It definitely would only take him a few days before he got fed up and forced her into wearing nighttime protection himself. Kylee was horrified at how well thought out Julie's plan was.

"But, but, but, that's not fair!" Kylee whined, "I'm not a bedwetter!"

"Not fair? Would you rather call of our deal? I have Michael's number. I can send him that video and this'll all be over," Julie offered, pulling out her phone.

"No, no. Stop! I'll… I'll do it. I'll be a bedwetter for you… Nanny," Kylee said, knowing she had been thoroughly defeated.

"Good girl," Nanny said, putting away her phone. "Now that that is all settled, why don't you finish that bottle of special Nanny juice, and I'll call Emily up to drive you home."

Kylee had the bottle halfway to her lips when she froze. "Emily?" She stammered.

NEXT CHAPTER

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The Baby Doctor

Reposting this because it seems to have disappeared from this blog for some reason! Enjoy!

This wasn't supposed to happen! She was never supposed to be here. She was a smart, intelligent, capable woman. She had graduated from medical school for God's sake. But, she had pissed off the wrong nurse. Now, here she was, helplessly her diapers for the entertainment of the whole labor and delivery night shift.

It has been the third week of Dr. Bun's residency. She was on the tail end of a horrendous on-call shift. She was working through her charts and, in her delirium, got sloppy in her attention to detail. She accidentally ordered that one of her patients should be given a deadly amount of pain killers to deal with post-delivery pain.

Luckily for her patient, the doctor supervising the young doctor did not trust her yet. He caught her mistake, fixed it, then tracked down Dr. Bun to give her some aggressive constructive criticism. That's where Dr. Bun fucked up.

Rather then owning her mistake and promising to do better, Dr. Bun deflected the blame onto the nursing staff. Specifically, she alleged the nurse treating the patient, Nurse Angela, must have got in the system and messed up the order. Dr. Bun's supervisor was skeptical, but chose to trust his newest charge. He let the resident off with a warning and went to give the nurse a piece of his mind.

Unfortunately for Dr. Bun, the software the hospital used to treat patients kept careful record of precisely who made what orders. Fortunately for the girl, however, her supervisor had no idea that software has that capability. Nurse Angela, in the other hand, was very aware of it.

A couple of days later, when Dr. Bun was back in the hospital changing into her scrubs for the shift, Nurse Angela walked into the room holding two things--a print out from the record keeping software pinning the deadly medication order on Dr. Bun and a bulky, white adult diaper.

"Dr. Bun, I have a bone to pick with you. You pinned a potentially deadly mistake on me when, both you and I know I had nothing to do with it," Nurse Angela said. "That sort of dishonest, manipulative behavior is something I'd expect from a naughty toddler, not a doctor."

Dr. Bun began to feel upset at being challenged so directly by a person she considered beneath her.

"I didn't lie! You must have screwed up my orders, nurse," Dr. Bun, spitting out the word nurse as if it was the worst epithet imaginable.

Nurse Angela just calming walked up to the young, arrogant doctor and handed her the print out of the record confirming Dr. Bun's mistake.

"That is not what this says. Did you know dishonesty is a fireable offense at this hospital? One that the hospital reports to the medical board as well as any future employers?" Nurse Angela asked rhetorically. The older nurse smiled as the young woman's face dropped.

"I… uh… I'm so sorry! I'll do anything to make this up to you! Anything, just, please, don't tell anyone!" The resident pleaded.

The nurse's grin widened, becoming predatory. She motioned with the white, fluffy object in her other hand.

"Well, like I said Doctor, you've been acting more like a toddler than the responsible adult you are supposed to be. I think you need a reminder of that at all times from now on. Until I decide otherwise, if you want to keep your job here, you will wear and use one of these at all times when you are at work. The hospital's bathrooms are off limits to you, and, like the naughty toddler you are, you are not allowed to change yourself. If you want your wet or messy butt changed, you will have to track down one of the nurses in my labor and delivery unit and convince them to change you, understood?"

The young woman had no idea how to respond to that. Her eyes darted between the document in her hand and the bulky adult diaper being held by the nurse. Thoughts of being fired and her career being ruined darted through her head. She couldn't afford to pay back her student loans if she wasn't working as a doctor.

Backed into a corner, Dr. Bun did the only thing she could. She accepted Nurse Angela's offer.

Dr. Bun immediately found herself changed into the first of what would be many diapers by the nurse in the locker room. The next few weeks were full of humiliation and torment for the doctor as she adjusted to her knew position as the nursing units pet toddler, but, eventually her work days fell into a comfortable pattern.

She would use the restroom just prior to leaving work to minimize the risk of messy 'accidents.' She'd report to work where one of the nurses would help her get dressed for her shift. Then, she would proceed with her day as normal, seeking out a nurse for a change when she felt her diaper get too full.

Yes, it was humiliating to have the waistband of her scrubs pulled back or her crotch squeezed by another woman to have her diaper checked. Yes, it sucked laying on a locker room bench while her ass was wiped by someone she considered her subordinate. However, the human mind was resilient and could get used to anything once it happened enough.

Plus, her new situation has some benefits. She was getting praised by her supervisors for how well she worked with the nursing staff. Plus, not having to run to the bathroom all the time gave her more freedom to care for her patients. After a month as the hospital's diapered doctor, Dr. Bun would actually describe things as going well.

Nurse Angela was happy to see Dr. Bun's turn around, but noticed she was starting to get cocky again. The positive reviews from her supervisors lead her to once again become increasingly condescending towards the nursing staff. So, to remind the young doctor of her position, the nurse made Dr. Bun another offer she couldn't refuse.

That's how the young, professional woman with a medical degree found herself here. Nurse Angela has thrown a special, team building party at her home for all of her fellow labor and delivery nurses. The young doctor was also invited as entertainment.

When Dr. Bun arrived, she was stripped of her adult clothes. She was diapered, put in an childish shirt with padded mittens, and had a pacifier slipped in her mouth. She was instructed she was nothing more than a baby for the evening, not allowed to speak, walk, or care for herself in anyway. Worst of all, a suppository was shoved up her cute little bottom.

A baby blanket was laid in the middle of Nurse Angela's living room and she was instructed to stay on it. As her co-workers arrived and began to surround her, cooing at her like she was an actual baby, the babified doctor's stomach began to rumble and cramp. Once the last guest arrived, she couldn't take it anymore. Tears of embarrassment running down her face, Dr. Bun got onto all fours, sticking her diapered ass into the air as a wet fart escaped her butt cheeks.

Nurse Angela looked down and smiled. She drew everyone's attention to the scene. "Look everyone, I think the baby's about to make a stinky for us!"

Dr. Bun's coworkers laughed as they watched her lose control. Closing her eyes and grunting loudly, Dr. Bun pushed out a huge load of crap into her bulky diaper. She closed her eyes as she did it, pretending she was anywhere but here. While she had messed herself before, and many of these women had in fact changed one of her messy diapers, it had never been so public and so humiliated. The nurses cheered the doctor on as she debased herself like an infant for enjoyment.

When the doctor was finished, Nurse Angela beant down and whispered in her ear. "Remember doctor, no matter how good you are at your job or how many accolades you receive, to us, you will never be more than a stupid, untrustworthy little baby. Now sit in your mess and play with your toys. It's going to be a long night."

Dr. Bun could only do as she was told, suck on her pacifier and cry as she came to terms with the fact that she'd be these nurses plaything for the rest of her life.

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Thanksgiving at his Family's House

"Sorry, sweetie! Brandon didn't tell us he was bringing a guest! This is the only chair we have left! I'm just so happy that you're such a tiny little thing, that you fit!" Your boyfriend's mom told you as she slid the tray of the high chair in place.

At least you got to sit next to Brandon, you thought to yourself as you looked at the crowded room filled with the unfamiliar faces of your boyfriend's relatives.

It would have been nice if Brandon could have warned his family he was bringing you. It would have been nice if he would have had the time of dinner right. Maybe if you had been on time or his mom was forewarned, you wouldn't be dressed in your holiday best, locked in a high chair, waiting for Brandon to make you a plate like a toddler.

But, you weren't going to make a fuss and risk a bad impression the first time meeting his family. And you were glad you didn't.

As dinner went on, you found yourself happily chatting with all of Brandon's family members. They were all so kind and interesting that you totally forgot your childish seating arrangement.

As you chatted away with Brandon's sister, a 27-year-old woman just a few years your senior, you didn't even mind when he left, saying he was going to play football in the backyard.

At least, you didn't mind until all of the delicious food you had been eating started to make its way through your body.

"Hey, do you think you could let me out so I can help clean up?" You asked your boyfriend's sister timidly as you started to notice mother nature running it's course through your bladder and bowels.

"Of course not, sweetie! You're our guest! Make yourself comfortable! No cleaning for you," she said as she cleared your plate and utensils off the tray of your highchair.

You turned to Brandon's mother, hoping for help from her as a cramp rocked your body.

"Um, ma'am, could you let me out? I'd like to keep getting to know you all and don't want to be stuck at the table," you asked politely.

Your boyfriend's mother grinned.

"Oh, sweetie! You don't have to get out of your seat for that! I'll just roll you into the kitchen so you can talk with us while we clean!"

You blushed as the larger woman easily tipped the high chair back on its small wheels and rolled you into the kitchen.

You gripped your stomach and squeezed your thighs together as best you could as his mother and sister spoke with you while doing dishes.

However, after a little time, the sound of running water in the sink and the pressure of the large dinner you ate became too much. With zero fanfare, your bladder and bowels released at once, destroying your panties and cute holiday skirt.

Tears immediately pooled in your eyes at the humiliation of what had just happened. You were trying to plan a way out of the situation when Brandon's sister turned from the sink, and her gaze fell on you.

"What's wrong?" She asked just as the smell hit her. "Oh! Oh, no! Why didn't you tell us you needed to?" She asked rhetorically, letting the last words of her question drop off.

Tears began to roll down your cheeks in earnest.

The slightly older woman leaped into action immediately at your obvious distress. She whispered in her mom's ear then rescued you from your plastic prison. She easily lifted you onto her hip like an infant, embarrassingly smushing the mess in your panties into you, and carried you to an upstairs bedroom, decorated for a young girl.

"Don't worry, sweetie, we'll get you all fixed up and know one will be the wiser!"

Your boyfriend's sister expertly stripped you of your clothes and produced another holiday outfit, this time a red dress that looked a little big for you. She also pulled a large, white diaper out of a dresser.

You were too embarrassed to protest or ask questions as she had you lay on the bed and diapered you. You then meekly raised your arms as she pulled the dress over your head.

You spun for her at her command. She clapped her hands together, satisfied.

"Perfect! And no one else has to know! If anyone asks, I just thought you would look amazing in this cute little dress I used to wear to Thanksgiving in middle school, and you agreed to change!"

You nodded your head obediently, ready to agree to any story other than the truth.

"And, if you have any other little, um, accidents," your boyfriend's sister said conspiratorially, "just let me know, and your new big sister will be more than happy to take care of you again."

You blushed, but nodded your head in affirmation meekly, not ready to piss off the woman who just helped you after watching you mess yourself in a highchair.

She led you back into the rest of the house, where the rest of the family was now gathered together watching football. Brandon's mom gave you an empathetic look as you carefully walked over to your boyfriend and sat next to him.

"Hey, baby," he said, making your face turn as red as your dress, "Cute outfit! My sis is letting you borrow her clothes? I told you that she'd love you!"

You just snuggled into him and made a non-committal noise.

The rest of the night went blessedly smoothly. Everyone socialized amiably, updating each other on the happenings in their lives before it was time to leave. You were only reminded of the events earlier in the day twice, when Brandon's sister asked if you needed any more 'help.'

As you left for the night, his sister made sure to give you the last hug. She let her hand drift down your back and onto your padded rear-end, squeezing it before announcing to the rest of the family, "I've always wanted a baby sister, and I'm so happy my little brother has seemed to find me the perfect one! I can't wait to see you at Christmas!"

The rest of the family cheered in agreement as you walked out the door to the car, your boyfriend beaming at how much everyone loved you. You, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel like you were going to learn to dread holidays with his family as you let a little trickle of urine into the diaper wrapped between your legs.

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Papi's Sick Day

She knew something was wrong as soon as she woke up. Papi, who was usually already making breakfast at this time of the morning still had her wrapped in his arms.

Worse, his soft whimpers and moans, sweaty chest, and higher than normal body temperature told her more than Papi's words could have: He was sick.

Carefully, she tried to extricate herself from Papi's grip so as not to wake him, just like he snuck out of bed every morning without her noticing. As she got free of his strong arms, he groaned softly, but his eyes never opened.

Yep, she thought to herself, Papi is definitely sick.

Despite being a woman in her mid-20s, she couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of fear at the thought of Papi being out of commission. For the last few months, he has been dutifully caring for her, taking care of her every need. She wasn't sure she could still care for herself, let alone take care of Papi if he was sick.

She looked over at Papi again and took a deep breath to steel herself. He always cared for her when she needed it; the least she could do was return the favor when he was sick.

With renewed determination, she began her quest to nurse Papi back to health. As quietly as she could, she waddled to the kitchen.

When someone is sick, what do they need, she asked herself.

She looked around the counter and her eyes settled on the teapot.

Tea! She thought. The answer was obvious.

Carefully, but with unpracticed hands, she filled the tea kettle. She walked across the small kitchen, spilling the water with each step. Ignoring the mess she was making, she set the kettle on the stove and turned up the heat.

Content that she had completed step one, she turned and looked around the kitchen.

What else did someone need when they're sick?

Glancing at the cabinet where they kept the medicine, she had an idea: Paracetamol! She had no doubt that Papi had a fever. That would help fix it!

While she waited for the water to boil in the kettle, she waddled over to the cabinet where the medicine was kept, not noticing how her padded undergarment seemed to be swelling over time. Too short to reach the medicine from the floor, she precariously climbed onto the counter top and opened the necessary cabinet on her knees. She then reached all the way up to the top shelf and grabbed her quarry: the bottle of pills.

Satisfied with herself, she spun around on the countertop's surface and lowered her weight onto her backside with a wet squelch. She blushed as she suddenly felt a familiar wet feeling running down her legs.

Her nighttime diaper! She'd forgotten to change it, and now she was leaking! It was usually Papi's job, of course, but she chastised herself internally for not thinking of the problem ahead of time.

Realizing that her own problem was more immediate than Papi's, she set the pill bottle down and waddled carefully into the living room. With no ceremony, she pulled off her pajama shorts and tugged at the tapes of her diaper. The soggy garment fell to the ground with a wet thud.

There we go, she thought, much better.

Dressed more like Winnie the Pooh than a woman in her mid-twenties, she walked back into the kitchen. Herr lower half was on full display to the world. She walked carefully through the puddles of what she had to admit may be more than just water on the kitchen floor and returned to the pill bottle on the counter.

She grabbed the bottle and tried to twist the lid off. Nothing happened. She frowned.

She tried again to no avail. Why wasn't the lid coming off?

Then it hit her: The bottle had a child proof cap.

With a better plan in mind, she started to push the cap in as she twisted. However, it still wouldn't budge.

She tried again, making exaggerated gestures as she tried in vane to open the bottle. Finally, after what felt like hours of struggle but was actually minutes, she put all of her strength into opening the bottle and the lid came flying off with a clatter.

Unfortunately, the lid was not the only thing to fly away, as tiny pills escaped the bottle and scattered across the kitchen. She frowned at the mess for a moment, then sent her worry over it aside.

Papi was sick. He needed her. It was worth the mess.

She then turned back to the kettle and suddenly started to worry why it wasn't boiling yet. She walked over to inspect the problem, only to discover she had turned on the wrong burner.

Laughing at her silly mistake, she turned on the correct burner, not touching the dial for the already warm portion of the stovetop, and smiled in satisfaction.

Now, what else does Papi need?

With another scan of the kitchen, her eyes fell on a loaf of bread. Toast! That was exactly what he needed! He needed calories to get better, and toast would be easy on his tummy if it was upset.

The small, pants-less woman grabbed the loaf of bread and stared back up at the cabinets overhead. The toaster was on one of the tall shelves, too.

Uncertain if she could successfully make the summit of the counter again, she looked around for a possible solution. Her eyes fell on the red burner she had forgotten to turn off.

Perfect! Her mistake was actually just her planning ahead. She grinned at her luck as she grabbed a piece of bread out of the plastic bag it resided in and popped it on the already got stovetop.

She stood there a moment, reveling in her success until a loud whistling suddenly came from the tea kettle. In complete surprise, she jumped away from the stovetop, slipped in a puddle, and fell with a with a loud bang with bare bottom onto the floor.

Out of fear, shame, and frustration, she started to cry.

Why was this all so hard without Papi? Why did he have to be sick? Didn't the world know she needed him?

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, the sound of the teapot and the loud banging woke Papi from his fever induced slumber. Despite being sick, the loud noises from the kitchen plus the fact that his girlfriend was missing had him worried.

He peeled himself out of bed as quickly as he could and moved quickly to make sure his partner was ok.

As he stepped out of the bedroom, the first thing he noticed was a soaked diaper sitting on top of a bunched up pair of pajama bottoms. He sighed at the small mess and continued on.

As he turned the corner to the kitchen, he was greeted with the sight of chaos.

Pills and puddles of water were scattered haphazardly around the small room. A tea kettle on the stove was whistling, announcing it had completed its assigned task. Next to the kettle, what looked to be a piece of bread was on fire. And, completing the scene, his girlfriend sat on her bare tushy in the middle of the room sobbing.

Leaping into action, he turned off both burners on the stove and used the water in the tea kettle to put out the toast fire. He then delicately bent down and picked his small girlfriend up from the floor, pulling her into his arms. All concerns about his aches and fever were lost to him as he checked to make sure the tiny woman was alright.

"Oh, my little Angel, are you ok? What's going on here?" he asked, worry deep in his tone.

His girlfriend stifled her sobs as she answered his question.

"Papi, I woke up, and you were asleep, and I could tell you were sick, so, I was going to take care of you, and make you tea and toast and, and, and…" The words poured out of her without her ever taking a breath.

Papi just smiled as he took a moment to assess his own condition and realize his Little One was right. He was sick.

"Oh, my Angel, I love, love, love that you wanted to take care of me. And you did such a good job trying!" He said, looking around the disaster of a room without a hint of condescension towards the woman in her mid-twenties. "But taking care of Papi just isn't your job, Sweetie. It's Papi's job to take care of his Little Angel!"

He planted a soft kiss on the top of the woman's head.

"But, Papi, you're sick! I gots to fix you!" She responded, reverting to the childish way of speaking she affected with him.

"I know, Angel, but, Papi can do that himself, see?"

The man then set the woman down, poured himself a glass of water, and swallowed two of the pills scattered across the counter.

"Buh, buh… I wanna help!" The woman said, frustrated with herself, but determined to be helpful.

"And you well, Little One," her Papi responded soothingly, guiding her back to their bedroom with one arm. "The best medicine I can get from you is snuggles."

The small woman looked up at her clearly sick boyfriend with big, innocent eyes.

"Really, Papi?" she asked with a note of hope in her tone.

"Really, my Little Angel! Now, step in," he ordered, holding out a pull-up he had pulled out of the nightstand.

His Little Angel complied without hesitation, then giggled as he laid in bed and pulled her in after him.

"Now come here! Papi has a long day of napping ahead of him, and I am going to need lots of Angel cuddles if I am ever going to get better."

The small woman quickly nestled herself into her Papi's familiar form.

Sure, she couldn't get him medicine, brew him tea, or make him toast. But, her cuddles were going to fix Papi up, and he'd be right as rain in the morning.

The small woman fell asleep smiling in her Papi's arms, proud of what a big helper she was being.

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The Glasses - The Dark Side

Author's Note: I'm trying something a little bit different with this story. I'm calling it a mirror story. I am going to write a story with the same basic prompt and ideas in two different ways. One wholesome and one dark. This is the dark story. I hope you all enjoy it! Read the wholesome version here.

Greg fancied himself an intellectual. He had a PhD, was the top of his field, and respected by all of his colleagues. He spent all of his free time reading books and papers, absorbing knowledge like a sponge.

Or at least he did, until he met Daddy.

Daddy was everything Greg desired. Daddy was tall, strong, assertive, and brilliant. Greg found himself immediately under the other man's spell.

The first day Daddy brought Greg home, Daddy sat Greg on the couch and pulled the glasses off of Greg's face.

"That's much better," Daddy growled confidently as he watched Greg's panic set in.

Greg, in contrast, found all of his self-confidence leave him as his corrective lenses were removed. Without his glasses, all Greg could see was a soft blur where Daddy's face should be. Greg was almost completely blind. He had never felt so vulnerable in his life, and he hated it.

"Um, could I please have my glasses back?" Greg asked timidly, butterflies fluttering in his stomach from the fear of being left without his glasses for any expanse of time, "I can't see anything without them."

Daddy laughed in response.

"Oh, my pet, you only get to see when Daddy says so."

Horrified, Greg dives for where he thought his glasses were, only to find himself perfectly draped over Daddy's lap.

"Oh, Greggy, you need to learn whose in charge!" Daddy said before Greg felt his pants pulled down to his knees and blows begin to rain down on his bottom.

Daddy never returned Greg's glasses that night, and, despite his horror at being effectively blind, all Greg made no attempt to get them back. With a sore bottom, Greg didn't dare cross Daddy again, especially once he realized that he was entirely reliant on the dominant man to care for him.

Over the course of the night, Greg struggled to care for himself. He sat frustrated through the whole movie, unable to tell what was going on.

He stumbled through Daddy's unfamiliar apartment, unable to tell where he was going. He made a mess of himself eating dinner, unable to see the food he attempted to shovel into his mouth or the utensil he was using to feed himself. And worst of all, Greg eventually ended up wetting himself when he couldn't find the restroom in time to relieve himself.

The whole time, Daddy looked on and teased him.

"Careful, big boy! If you're having this much trouble walking, maybe you should crawl?"

"What a messy boy! Looks like a certain someone could use a big!"

"Oh no! Did the big, smarty-pants professor go potty in his pants?"

Over the course of the night, Greg felt more embarrassed and humiliated than he had ever felt before. By removing just one of his possessions, Daddy has functionally reduced him to a small child.

When they parted that night, Daddy gave Greg his glasses back before showing Greg some pictures and videos on his phone. Greg, able to see again, looked on in horror at images of himself covered in food like a toddler, crawling on the floor after tripping, and, worst of all, wetting his pants.

"What do you think all of those smart colleagues you have would think of you if these ever hit the internet?" Daddy asked like a spider who knew it's pretty was now stuck in its web.

"Please, no…" was all Greg could say in response.

After some 'negotiation,' Greg was able to convince Daddy to keep the images private in exchange for Greg's future cooperation.

As Greg left Daddy's house that night, he felt a strange since of dread set in at the prospect of what the beautiful man had in store for him next. He couldn't imagine giving in and losing his personal autonomy like that again.

Pursuant to their deal, Greg kept seeing Daddy after that night. Their dates took on a common form. At the start of each one, Daddy would remove Greg's glasses and take control over the other man. In turn, Greg would find himself fully submitting to Daddy and all of the humiliations he had devised for him. The few times Greg balked at his treatment, a quick trip over Daddy's lap, a reminder of the photos in Daddy's possession, and a threat to set Greg free without his glasses was all that was needed to remind the submissive man of his place in their relationship.

Over time, Greg--the PhD, the intellectual, and the brain--found Daddy taking more and more autonomy from him each time they met. It was painful for Greg, a struggle and hit to his ego each time he lost a part of himself. However, with Daddy's power over him he could do nothing to stop each relinquishment of freedom.

Over time, Daddy started picking the food Greg ate. He found his mature diet replaced with bland Cheerios, dino nuggets, and other foods designed for the picky palates of toddlers. When he complained, Daddy just pointed out it was easier to eat those foods with his fingers, since he couldn't see well enough to use utensils without his glasses.

He began drinking all of his drinks, which had predominantly become milk, out of baby bottles. Daddy told Greg it was to keep him from spilling given his lack of depth perception, but Greg could help but fill like an infant everytime the rubber teat was pressed between his lips.

Having his pants and underwear removed and replaced with pull-ups and, eventually, diapers each time he entered Daddy's apartment was similarly mortifying. Daddy made sure to emphasize the importance of the extra protection each time he dressed Greg in the infantile garments, given Greg's proven inability to make it to the toilet on time (something made worse each time Daddy changed him out of his soggy padding after Greg repeatedly failed to locate the bathroom in Daddy's home).

Daddy also stopped letting Greg pick out his own clothes. Daddy pointed out that the artificially blind man couldn't see them, and Daddy was the one who had to worry about getting Greg's clothes off to change him anyway, so giving Greg the freedom to dress himself just didn't make sense.

However, no matter how much control Daddy took from Greg, at the end of every 'date,' be it for a few hours or a weekend, Daddy would hand Greg his glasses back, returning Greg to the adult world of academia and filling Greg with a sense of hope that maybe, this would be the last time Daddy would call him over to play.

That pattern continued until one day, Daddy finally made the declaration that Greg had been dreading to hear for months.

"Baby boy, I think it's time you moved in with Daddy full time."

Greg started to cry in his place on the floor where he sat on a soft blanket dressed in only a diaper and onesie while failing to stack wooden blocks due to his poor vision.

Greg immediately crawled (walking haven been forbidden after a particularly nasty trip) over to the Daddy shaped blur sitting on the couch and stared up at him with pleading eyes.

"Please no, Daddy? Please! I hate it here! I hate being your stupid little baby!"

Daddy beant down, wrapped his large hand around Greg's cheek and chin before shoving a pacifier between Greg's lips.

"Hush, pet," Daddy growled softly, his face menacingly close to Greg's, "I've made it very clear who is in charge in this relationship. It seems like you need a reminder."

Daddy then harshly pulled Greg over his lap before proceeding to deliver the worst spanking Greg had ever experienced. At the end of it, the apartment was filled with nothing but the sound of Greg's soft sobs and the crinkling of his diaper, as he thought about the ramifications of daring to question Daddy's judgment.

The next few months passed in a blur. After moving into Daddy's house, Greg found himself wearing his glasses less and less.

Deprived of his ability to see, Greg spent more time forced to participate in infantile activities like playing with blocks or trucks or futilely trying to color in a coloring book instead of reviewing the latest literature in his field like he used to.

Greg's coworkers started to notice how the once brilliant, workaholic man's performance had dropped off. Greg was pulled into his boss' office and lectured on his need to improve, but, Greg, who once prided himself on his career success and independence, found himself unable to improve his performance at work given Daddy's humiliating restrictions at home.

After six-months of living together, Greg's boss had had enough and fired his once best employee.

Sitting in Daddy's lap in nothing but a soggy diaper, Greg cried as he told his tormentor about his lose of a job.

"Daddy," he began softly, hesitant for fear of judgment at what was coming next.

"Yes, pet?" Daddy asked Greg, his ever predatory tone dripping from his every word.

"I was, was, was fired today," Greg chokes out between sobs.

Daddy smiled, although Greg couldn't see it. He rubbed Greg's back possessively.

"Oh, did someone's boss finally realize what a soggy little pants wetter he really is? I can't say I'm surprised, but I am ~very~ excited for what that means. You can finally be my diapered little pet full time!" Daddy said triumphantly.

Greg's sobs redoubled at his sudden understanding of the truth in Daddy's words. He tucked his thumb in his mouth, a soothing habit Daddy had long ago trained in him, and continued to cry in his tormentors arms.

Daddy brushed Greg's hair with his fingers, relishing this moment of absolute victory.

"Daddy is so excited for you to be my soggy little pet forever."

Daddy laughed a little as Greg continued to cry before grabbing a small object that Greg couldn't quite make out off the table.

"I guess you won't be needing these anymore. Maybe we should get them mounted for posterity?"

Greg frowned.

"What, Daddy?"

Daddy responded with a guffaw.

"Your glasses!"

Greg felt his heart drop in sudden realization. Daddy was right. As Daddy's permanent pet, he would probably never wear be allowed to wear glasses again. His world was now fated to forever be a blur.

[maddie-dog-story-blog]

Her Own Worst Enemy

This is my entry into yet another writing competition with @baby-erica and @destinedfordiapers. Go vote for who made their target the blushiest here!

Erica absolutely adored Mads. He was tall, strong, handsome, and dominant.

Every word he spoke felt like an order. It sent shivers of pleasure down her spine to comply to his ever whim.

That's why she wasn't surprised when one night, after particularly amazing sex, Mads disclosed to her that he was domming another woman online. He told her that the other woman's name was Eri, the Erica's nickname as a child, that she was Erica's age, and that she got off on being Mads' pathetic, diapered, little cuckquean.

Mads told Erica that he spoke to Eri like a child. He ordered her to wear and use diapers. He also told her about all of Mads and Erica's sexual escapades, taunting Eri's face with details of sexual encounters that she would never have.

As Mads explained his relationship with Eri, Erica's pussy started to throb. She couldn't help but start rubbing herself. The idea of some pathetic women rubbing her pissy diaper to the thought of Erica's wild sex set her slit on fire. She felt like a porn star in all of the best ways.

"Um, Mads?" Erica asked her boyfriend coyly as he watched her pleasure herself to the thought of domming another woman, "Do you, uhhhh, think I could help you… mmmm… tease Eri…. gah… too?"

Mads grinned, crawling onto the bed next to Erica and replacing her hand with his own.

"I thought you'd never ask," he responded as his fingers darted into Erica's wet lips, bringing her to a quick, yet marvelous orgasm.

Over the next few months, Erica took an active role in domming poor little Eri. Although Mads never let Erica see or speak to Eri herself, Erica constantly teased Eri via video.

Erica recorded herself riding Mads, Mads taking her from behind, sucking Mads off, and Mads sucking on her tits. She memorialized each sexual encounter with her dream man, as she taunted and teased the diapered woman on the other side of the camera.

"Mmm, Eri, I bet you wish were being filled up with Daddy's cock like me, instead of filling your pants like a fucking baby!"

"Oh, Eri, don't you wish you got to suck Daddy's big, hard cock like me, rather than just that silly little paci?"

"Mmm, Eri, if you had big girl tits like me, maybe Daddy would want to… Mmm…suck yours instead of… fuck, Mads…. mine. To bad you're nothing but a silly baby… fuck… not a… mmm… real woman like me."

"Fuck… Eri, if you weren't so pathetic…. ghhhh… you might be bouncing on Daddy's cock… ffff… like me…. gah… instead of bouncing in your loaded…. fuck… pampers."

Each message Erica recorded got progressively meaner and more degrading. Mads urged Erica's sadism at each turn, begging her to be more ruthless in her naughty recordings as time passed. Mads swore that Little Eri was begging to be degraded and talked down to more with each passing day.

Erica loved it. The power, Eri's humiliation, the mind-blowing sex, it was all so intoxicating.

However, as time passed, Erica found herself wanting to become more involved in Eri's submission. She began to press Mads to meet, or, at the very least, to speak with the other woman.

Each time she broached the subject, however, Mads denied her.

"Eri is shy."

"Eri isn't ready to meet you."

"Eri is too embarrassed to introduce herself yet."

Time after time, Erica's requests to meet Eri were shut down.

That was until, one day, Mads finally relented.

"Erica, you're right, it's probably time you met Eri," Mads said with a sigh as he lied naked in bed next to Erica after a particularly wild love-making session, "but, to meet Eri, you need to understand her situation better first."

Erica swallowed nervously at Mads' last statement. She didn't like the sound of that.

"What do you mean, 'understand her situation better?'" She asked hesitantly.

Mads smiled. "Well, sweetie, before you can meet Eri in person, you need to spend some time in her booties first. If you agree to spend some time in the nursery, I'll arrange for you to meet Eri."

Erica turned on her side and shuddered in both pleasure and fear.

She had never seen the inside of attached to her boyfriend's master bedroom. The nursery always locked, and Mads never let her inside when she asked. She had wanted to see the inside of that room for months now, but not in the way Mads was suggesting it would happen now.

"Like," Erica licked her lips nervously, "Really spend time in the nursery?"

Mads responded quickly, "Yes, baby. ~Really~ spend time in the nursery. I've thought about it, and you can't truly meet Eri until you experience her life a little."

Seeing Mads' determination, Erica knew she had no other options if she ever wanted to meet her boyfriend's diapered pet. So, reluctantly, she agreed to spend some time in the nursery.

The next morning, Erica found herself stripped naked and led into the babyish . Her eyes grew wide as she took in the giant baby furniture, adorned with cuffs and straps meant to detain any unwilling occupants.

Mads led Erica by the hand to a giant changing table and lifted her up on to it with ease.

"Let's get a diaper on that tushy," Mads said, popping a pacifier into Erica's mouth before she could protest.

Erica's cheeks turned bright red with embarrassment as she was expertly lotioned, powdered, and diapered by her boyfriend. In fact, Erica was so embarrassed, she didn't notice Mads slip a suppository up her backside as he taped her into the infantile garment.

"Now, let's complete the look."

Mads helped Erica down from the changing table and immediately began to dress her in a onesie that, somehow, fit her perfectly. He then grabbed some ribbon and quickly tied her hair into two neat pigtails on either side of her head.

"Perfect!" Mads announced as he tied the second bow in Erica's hair, "You look adorable!"

Nervously sucking the pacifier she was given, Erica demurely let herself be lead to the crib and restrained inside with both wrist and ankle cuffs.

"Some time strapped in the crib will really let you know what it feels like to be Eri," Mads said, kissing Erica's forehead.

Erica blushed, wishing this would be over quickly, while at the same time beginning to feel a burning sense of pleasure growing within herself from the humiliation.

As she laid in the crib, Erica noticed a strange object covered by a cloth hanging from the ceiling spanning the length of the crib. The woman was unable to determine what it was. Erica also noticed a large television hanging on a wall nearby.

"Ok, baby, I'm going to let you get settled. Don't worry, Daddy will be back soon," Mads said, leaving the room.

With Mads gone, the suppository inside of Erica worked quickly. The small woman began to thrash in the crib futilely before ultimately giving in and loading her diaper for the first time as an adult.

Erica was softly crying as Mads walked back into the room. Erica was both humiliated and incredibly aroused by the horrifying situation.

"What's wrong, baby? Did somebody make a stinky?"

The mocking made Erica sob harder as Mads walked over and caressed her cheek.

"Hush, baby, I know what will make you feel better. I think it's time you meet Baby Eri!"

Erica watched in horror as Mads pulled the cloth off the object hanging above the crib, revealing a full length mirror. Erica stared at herself, hair in pigtails, strapped into a crib, sucking a pacifier, wearing nothing but a onesie and messy diaper. A horrible realization dawned on her.

"Erica, meet Baby Eri!" Mads said cheerily, "I think you're going to find you have a lot in common!"

Erica turned her head to the side as she heard the television click on.

"I'm going to leave and let you get to know each other. Have fun!" Mads said as he pressed play on the remote and left the room.

Erica, or Baby Eri as she had now become, couldn't help but release a small stream of urine into her thirsty padding as she saw her own face fill the large screen.

Soft panting filled the air before Eri heard her own voice ring out.

"Mmm, Eri, I bet you wish were being filled up with Daddy's cock like me, instead of filling your pants like a fucking baby."

Eri's pussy throbbed in pleasure as she realized what was happening. Not only had she become a diapered cuckquen, but, she was being cucked by herself.

Even worse, Eri thought as she tried to free her hands from the cribs cuffs so she could rub the front of her messy diaper, she couldn't deny this is what she really wanted: To be nothing more than Mads' pathetic diapered plaything.

[maddie-dog-story-blog]

The Book Store

The familiar sound of the bell ringing as you entered the door along with the musty smell of books assaulted your senses as you stepped into your favorite book store. You couldn't help but smile as you were hit by the rush of nostalgia as you crossed the threshold into the cozy, little shop.

Each time you left the shop, you left with a new book, a new story, and, in a lot of ways, a new life.

You smiled at the shopkeeper, a lovely woman who had owned the store since you started coming here with your parents as a small child.

"Hello, Sweetie!" She called out cheerily, as you waved at her, "Can I help you with anything?"

"No," You say as you walk towards your favorite section, Romance, "Just browsing today."

You feel a strange tingling course through your body as you drew closer to the books decorated with steamy covers, a nod to the smut hidden inside. You didn't notice the shop owner standing behind you before you feel her hand on your shoulder as you reach for a particularly raunchy dark romance.

"And what do you think you're doing, Little One? I think these books are a bit too mature for you!"

You tried to protest as she dragged you away from the bookshelf, but suddenly felt something soft and rubbery filling your mouth, making it impossible for you to talk.

"Here we go, sweetie, these books are a little more your speed. Why don't you plop down on our magic carpet, and I'll find us a book to take us on a little adventure together?"

You wanted to protest that you were much too old to sit on the store's "Magic Reading Carpet," let alone be read to like a toddler. However, as the woman spoke, you felt your legs turn to jelly, causing you to sit on the carpet right where she indicated with a suddenly suspicious squishy feeling cushioning your uncoordinated fall.

Before you could assess your situation further, the store clerk came back with a copy of Green Eggs and Ham.

You tried to groan at the thought of being read such a childish book, but instead found yourself giggling around the rubbery object in your mouth as the women settled into the rocking chair on the carpet and began reading.

As the story progressed, you find yourself utterly entranced. You don't notice when you lean forward at start grunting, and remained oblivious to the horrid smell emanating from you the feeling of a lump growing under your bottom. You were fully absorbed in the story.

When the story ends, you foundd yourself suddenly wanting to cry. Tears start to fall unbidden to your cheeks as you softly lisp out, "More, more!"

The clerk smiled warmly as she closed the book and looked over your head.

"Oh, baby, that's all the stories you need for today," a cheerful voice rings out from behind you, "I think it's time to get you home though."

You turn to see a beautiful young woman walk up behind you, before she lifts you from the floor and into her arms with surprising ease.

You find yourself clutching her, almost as if out of well-worn habit, as she talks to the clerk.

"Thank you for the story! I think it's time I got my little monkey home though!" The new woman said as she carried you out of the store.

"Bye, bye!" The clerk said as bell on in the front door rang.

You waved feebly as you looked at the clerk over your new Mommy's shoulder, leaving the book store with yet another new life.